Yes, I understand that this is your issue, but I was responding to the response to Projammer’s question about “Who the hell refers to themselves by any variation of their first name?”
And you were correct in your interpretation of my question. If I were to state that ‘Jammer is going to get a cup of coffee.’ my coworkers would consider me to be more than a little off. The only times I can think of that being used is in tv shows by an exceptionally pretentious character. I’ve never seen it in real life fortunately.
No comments from the peanut gallery speculating about them already thinking that.
I weep for the locals in my area:
Dear 16yo at the ice cream/seafood shack, that .75" gold ring in your nose is going to look real stupid when your offspring grabs it and yanks in a few years. Just saying…
Dear really good looking young lady, from the knees up you are a knockout. You even impressed Vorlon Jr, a rare thing. But WTF was up with the dinner plate sized tat on the right foot? That flower, or whatever the hell it was is ugly now, and will just get worse as it ages.
However, the best one was noted as we drove away: the RGYL’s companion had a ankle GPS, which means that at some point he pissed off a judge somewhere.
I am beginning to wonder if most of the people around here can find their way out of a paper bag if the opening was down…
Hope they’re never the victim of a snatch-and-grab. :eek:
That’s evil but it does make me wonder what on the Halloween pies. Spider webs? Bat’s blood? Zombies?
Fucking idiot of the day:
Your own body contains formaldehyde, you stupid fuck. Dumb shit should not be allowed within fifty feet of the net for failing to understand that the dose makes the poison.
Well, dogged ignorance is one of the first stages of being a moron. 
Hope you’re feeling better,LB.
Definitely +1 to this! I want to KILL every time that bloody window pops up!
It’s getting pretty close to the time for ideas on next month’s mini-rant thread title. Here’s mine, courtesy of Neil Diamond: September Mourn.
Word. I fell for that bullshit once already, and when I later decided I didn’t want a Google+ account after all and deleted it, it also deleted every comment I’d ever made on a YouTube video and made all my videos private, so I had to go back and change their settings. Of course they didn’t say anything at all during the deletion process about how you’d be affecting your YouTube account at the same time unless you changed it back first. No, that would be entirely too sensible and considerate. Bastards.
vivalostwages I am so sorry that your problem is still undiagnosed. I have even more sympathy now that I sprained my wrist and have gone left handed. It just sucks.
And yes, I did laugh at your doctor cage fight description. Does that make me an evil person?
Baker the cat has a bladder infection. Why do cats wait until the weekend to do this? Why can’t I just buy a sleeve of amoxi at the feed stores here? I know what’s wrong with him, and male cats need to be treated right away. Bill took him to the emergancy vet and after an exam and urine testing, sent them home with a sleeve of amoxi.
Baker will start feeling much better by tomorrow. I do want our cats to always feel good, but dangit. Baker is stressed by the vet visit, a Sunday visit to a clinic that we have never used was kinda expensive and I knew what Baker needed.
Poor kitty boy 
Last Friday the car I bought less then a month ago died on me. Yesterday the warranty told me they wouldn’t cover it, and today the dealer tried to weasel out of taking the car back, I’m probably going to have to bring him to court. Then this evening I’m making some rolls for my wife and I burn my hand on the oven, went to go get some ice out of the freezer, dropped a piece and and hit my back on the freezer door when I stood up. Knocked the door off the freezer, and the door landed on my foot. So I’m out a car, have a second degree burn on my hand, a knot on my foot and probably a bruise on my back.
Aquarium supply places carry amoxicillin and other antibiotics, FYI.
Damn, dude. I’m so sorry but I laughed. :eek:
Moving house. Sick of it already, and I’ll have about 3 more days of this.
The ex-housemate’s being utterly useless, making it even more annoying- she’s had 3 weeks to move her stuff out of her room, as she’s moving into her creep boyfriend’s mum’s basement, where she’s not paying rent. She’s been vaguely wandering in and getting rid of a few things through that time- but when does she decide to make a proper start? 4 days before the keys need to be given back.
I have 5 days to move into my new place, which is just one room, not a whole flat, and that means getting rid of everything from the whole rest of the house. She doesn’t drive, so of course getting rid of communally used stuff is not her problem. I wish she’d either fuck off and leave me to it, or actually do something useful- but hanging around getting in the way trying to get her room looking really tidy in a stupid attempt to get her whole deposit back is just pissing me off and not achieving anything. She melted holes in the carpet in both her bedroom and the little studio room, and that’ll pretty much cover her whole deposit right there. Scrubbing the shit out of the carpet is not going to fix a fucking burn.
She’s not even bothered to say what (if anything) from the kitchen she’s actually planning to take, and after over 4 years here, lots of stuff has no clear owner, but it all needs to go by saturday. I think I’m just going to take what I can use and donate the rest. Fuck her.
She still doesn’t think she did anything wrong or even unusual by handing in notice for the flat without telling me- two days after promising that whatever happened she definitely wasn’t moving out for at least two months…
Oh no! Some girl isn’t attractive enough for The Vorlon! A tattoo on her foot, why that’s just as shocking as a face tattoo! If only humans had the option of wearing something on their feet to cover them.
My third week of English tutoring, and I am buzzed through the security door to wait for the elevator.
As I am waiting, a little old lady comes out. No ‘bonjour’, just ‘why are YOU here’. Bonjour, I say, and I tell her I’m teaching a little boy on the third floor.
The elevator comes and a girl steps out. Old lady grabs her, tells her frantically that I don’t live there and tells her that she has to find out from me why I’m there. I say the same thing. Both of them look on, with disgust, as I get in the elevator and go to my tutoring appointment.
I must look like such a criminal, 36 weeks along and waddling with a backpack and a tiny umbrella. Buzzed through two security doors and all.
I am now against education in all its forms.
At least, here in the San Fernando Valley where children and adults cannot walk to school…or take a bus to school. No!! They must be driven!
Yes, today is the actual first day of school and traffic was a mess.
You should have seen it, it looked like something straight out of a Marx bros film.
The pisser about all of this (to me, anyway) is that the kids are all being driven to and from school, but we still have to have onerous school zones for all the kids that aren’t allowed to set foot to ground. In a nearby city (Airdrie), they have school zones for the freaking high school! If your kid hasn’t figured out how to not die on a road by 14, the solution is not to put a school zone in there. I don’t think we should even have school zones for junior high schools - school zones should only be for kids who truly are too young to understand not messing around on the road.
I think I may have gotten a little ranty there. 
I was stooped over to get something out from under a balcony one day, and forgot I was under there and tried to stand up. If anyone had been watching that, I think they would have keeled over from laughing - I’m pretty sure my head actually GONG!!!ed.
There’s not enough plot to make this into a short story, but you might want to write it up anyway. This is a perfect hapless hero has a bad day sequence.
Hope you’re feeling better.
This kinda leads in to my mini rants…
First, I rant against those who, twenty years ago, decided to build the new elementary school not in the neighborhood where most of the kids live, but 3+ miles away down a busy highway, thus forcing most parents to either drive their kids to school or rely on the school bus system. The only road going into the school area has no outlet, so pickup and dropoff is a nightmare. My kids have always taken the bus, along with about 150 other kids at their school.
Second, I rant against the incompetent school district transportation department. Due to budget cuts, they had to redo the entire busing system and the whole thing is a total clusterfuck. Instead of being on the bus for 40 minutes a day to go the 3 miles to school and back, my kids would be on the bus for 98 minutes a day!
And they only reinstated our bus stop after a parent pointed out that the kids in our neighborhood would be forced to cross a four-lane road where cars whip by at around 50 mph and only occasionally stop for pedestrians in the crosswalk. They were somehow surprised by this fact. :smack:
School has already started and they have revised the bus schedule three times since early August and I have heard that they are still revising it. I understand that it’s a complicated task, but a monkey could do a better job than the insane bus routes they’ve come up with so far.
I just want to put my kids on the bus and have them NOT be on the bus for more than 1 hour a day for a car ride that takes 8 minutes each way. 