Oh, the girl’s a fiend for yardwork, she can’t wait! Maybe she could make some money raking the neighbors’ yards!:dubious:
I, too, feel your pain. I had heartburn, migraine headaches, and sciatica pain where I couldn’t sit OR stand without extraordinary discomfort. Good luck, not too much longer to go.
Alright you motherfuckers, it’s called a limit line. You stop behind it when there is a red light or stop sign. You don’t slow down and roll through the stop. You don’t stop when your rear tires hit it. You stop before it and let the jogger go by. Next ass wipe who fails to do so will end up with a large dent in their car, about the size of my size 12 shoe.
Why the fuck does CNN.com force you watch video instead of read an article? I hate, hate, hate this. How links to both text AND video?
As far as I’m concerned, the guy can hawk his wares 365 days a year. What pisses me off is when he parks on my corner with his jingle blaring at eight-fucking-thirty at night! It’s a lot of fun to juuuust finish reading The Littlest Briston her bedtime story, get her nice and calm and tucked into bed, only to have her eyes light up and start with the “ICE CREAM MAN!! THE ICE CREAM MAN IS HERE!!”
For the third month in a row my rant is about the damn college that I’m partnering on a project not paying me my fucking money. You’ve gotten it from the NSF, now just give my my part.
Okay, this isn’t about pride anymore, guy. You’re about to get yourself and your wife evicted from your apartment. You’ve already had your utilities shut off and pretty much begged / borrowed every cent you could to get them back, so the chance of people lending / giving you back rent at this point is pretty damn slim.
I know you had a semi-succesful acting gig this summer. That’s good.
It does NOT mean you can pass on looking for other work. Go ahead, look for another acting job. That’s fine. But… You’re about to be kicked out on the street. Get a jo job if you have to. Work McDonalds. I know it’s demeaning, and it sucks, but right now you need MONEY. So you’re not kicked out. I know your pride as an actor / director says you want / ‘need’ a job in the entertainment field. News flash; the chances of you getting one in a small Wisconsin town are really slim. There are places nearby you that, while not glamourous, will give you money for working at them. Swallow your damn pride about where you will and won’t work, and get with the damn program!
(Note: I’d be a lot less harsh about this were it not for the fact that your wife is busilly selling posessions and working her butt off on craft projects she can sell online just to keep you guys afloat a couple days longer. She’s depending on you to meet her halfway!)
Does anyone know what the fuck is wrong with YouTube?
Jesus fucking christ this worthless site has only been playing about every other video. It’ll just load and load and load and never play. Doesn’t matter how many times I reload the page or the time of day I attempt to watch a video.
Nor is it even consistent with the video. I was able to watch one, then when I reloaded the page for whatever reason, the video wouldn’t load. What the fuck?
EDIT: Now of course the fucking video loads. Seriously though, what the fuck is wrong with YouTube?
Dear techical writers,
Can you stop with the fucking search for X instructions already? Just give us the pathway we need to locate something instead of coyly telling us to use the search function that doesn’t work for shit on Vista anyway. How does this:
Somehow make more sense to you than instucting someone to “go to users/[name]/appdata/corel and delete the folder contents”? I had to read your “instuctions” more than once to figure out what the hell you were getting at.
It’s not just correl, it seems like 50% of solutions type pages for various products what you to waste an hour while Vista attempts to search for folders (I did have it look for the folder as instucted, it couldn’t find it within ten minutes) we could find on our own if only they’d give us the pathway for the damn things!!!
No, I don’t want to go to Six Flags this weekend. I don’t have the extra money for it.
But hey, while we’re on the subject, you know that 50 bucks you’re going to spend on a ticket and then God knows how much else in the park? How about you take that money and start making good on the $200 you owe me?
What I don’t get is why the hell it’s called “lightening” when it means you have a kid’s head bouncing around on your bladder and cervix. Dammit, I’m already at the point where I have to bite back a grunt when I stand up; must I now be subject to a giant baby head slamming me in the crotch with every step for the next eight weeks, especially when regular walking is the only thing that helps me sleep solidly through the night?
Anyway, BiblioCat’s post reminded me of something. We have the fastest ice cream truck ever. The guy zooms through our neighborhood, never stopping long enough to distribute ice cream, to what purpose I have no idea. We’ve tried to catch him multiple times, but to no avail. My son is now completely obsessed with getting ice cream from the ice cream truck because we’ve so far been unsuccessful in waving the guy down. Can’t he just throw an ice cream at us while we throw money at him?
And I wish my perinatologist’s office would stop scheduling me for weekly fetal monitoring. The baby’s moving. Really. It’s kicking the crap out of me and I will tell you if it stops. You’ve said yourself I have no complications and that the baby looks wonderful. Based on my history, the issue is me and not the kid anyway. My OB feels that one NST is sufficient, but you’ve told me it’s “standard policy” to test me anyway, even though you’ve admitted I don’t need it. So why must I keep missing work to schlep myself into your office and waste 30 minutes? Are you really that hard up for insurance reimbursements? I’m happy to do it closer to delivery, but the scheduling issues I’m having now between you, work, my regular OB and picking up my son on time are actually the single most stressful part of my pregnancy now.
I’m sorry, but I need to vent about this. I just got dinged about five minutes ago by our marketing department for improving an article too much. What the fuck? Apparently it’s to be used in the social media, which means a blog, and it’s to be attributed to our CEO. What, you’ve never seen a professionally-written blog? How the hell can you justify paying a social media outfit for writing like that? And what CEO in his or her right mind would want something that poorly written attributed to them? Since when were blogs required to be written poorly?
Holy hell, I have to edit my posts meticulously for the professional forum I moderate, but you’re willing to post that shit specifically to get hits and you let someone release it like that?!?
You don’t have to make these appointments, and if you make them and then decide that it’s too much, you can call and cancel them. Don’t let them bully you. “Standard policy” is not a good enough reason to stress you out this way, any more than “standard policy” is a good reason all by itself for not letting you eat during labor or making you lie on your back and be continuously monitored.
I have seen a lot of perinatologists in my two pregnancies, and I would say that the vast majority of them were bullies. Even when they thought they were helping, they seem to find it faster and easier to guilt-trip or coerce you into doing stuff instead of just explaining and trusting that you will make good decisions for yourself and your baby.
I shouldn’t have bought this goddamn shirt. At regular intervals my boss declares it “Colts jersey/casual day.” Well I don’t own a Colts jersey. Or didn’t, I should say. Because I really don’t care about the Colts. Yeah, it’s fun to go to parties when they are doing well, but that’s because I like parties, not because I give a shit about the Colts. I don’t understand why people invest any energy in, or in some cases base their happiness and self esteem, on what a couple dozen strangers do on Sunday.
So last Friday was fucking Colts day, and I didn’t wear a Colts shirt. So every single person who came in said “Where’s your Colt’s jersey?” And explaining to someone that I don’t really care about the Colts is awkward, so I made up some shit about not getting enough sleep and waking up late and forgetting what day it was. Then I take my son to the store where several people ask him if he is looking forward to watching the Colts game with daddy, to which he replies “What are Colts?” So then the person looks at me like I’m a fucking leper and considers calling Child Protective Services on me because my three-year-old boy is being deprived of the necessities of life by not being totally brainwashed into cheering like a madman whenever some gorilla in a blue shirt permanently cripples someone who happens to be wearing a different color.
So I bought a fucking Colts jersey, and I’m wearing it today. As much as it pained me to pay five times what this stupid shirt is worth, it was worth it, because I have not been subjected to any questioning so far. But damn you people for driving me to this.
My ability to manage my time sucks. I am an idiot.
I’m tired of all of the threads congratulating ourselves for being atheists and agnostics. And I am an atheist. STFU, us.
I hope it works out for you.
Have you tried buying a half-gallon of ice cream lately?
Shoulda tried to find one that said “BALTIMORE COLTS”.
Extra points if it says “UNITAS” on the back. 
Hey, stop reading those threads.
Then your time-management problems go away. Win for you, huh?
Actually, you do see a fair number of Unitas jerseys around here.
Is every single person in every single medical records department at every single hospital ever required to be an unhelpful, stupid asshole, or does it just magically work out that way? Granted, yes, my sample set is small, and I have finally received the records I need, but sweet christ was the process unpleasant. One of the many holdups apparently was that my file was flagged as belonging to a minor and I needed a parent or guardian’s signature. No one apparently considered that the file was from 22 years ago. Nor did they feel it may be helpful to inform me of this delay.
Ha, I wish. Of course I don’t know what they’re going to be about until I read them. I’m all for discussing atheism, and usually that’s all the thread title indicates, so I click on it and then the content is “ooooh, what a bunch of badass rebels we are, bucking the status quo! We’re so smart and the theists are so dumb hahahaa they suck.”
Bah.