More than you want to know about it here.
tl;dr version: it was Dr Pepper, not Pepsi. They quoted 3 words from the pledge “One nation … Indivisible” after 9/11. Can appeared briefly and was discontinued. Folks who like to get their panties in a bunch got their panties in a bunch because they didn’t include “under God” on the can. Threats of boycotts etc. ad nauseum. Somehow RO got transferred to Pepsi, I guess because both names have “Pep” in them and they thought that was close enough.
Every day on the SDMB is a Woah is me Trump pity party. I ran out of trophies six months ago. Deal with it.
I just forgot my own phone number in the middle of leaving a voice mail. I think I am overloaded.
Stuck on bedrest because my platelets dropped from 110 to 59 in a week, bored out of my skull. I can only handle so much facebook or other social media, news pages and the like because of the combination of Trump and 9/11 … so I got sneaky and made ricet by bringing the veggies back to the bedroom to chop on my hospital table instead of standing in the kitchen to do it. At least it amused me for half an hour, and now the place smells great, and mrAru will have fresh made soup for ‘breakfast’ when he gets home tomorrow morning [he works port and starboard because his company still hasn’t hired someone to take over second shift QA … so he and the day guy are doing 12 hour shifts. sigh]
Yeah, the sentiment around here is largely that it’s time to stop trying to replenish the beaches and let nature run its course.
There’s a different cousin on my mom’s side of the family who is quite well off, and owns an Outer Banks home. She never fails to tell us all the details when the flood insurance premium is due. She also seems to think her place is in the clear this time, as she does not understand storm surge. 
I got to hear the theory of how the towers were blown up from the inside and not by the planes …….:smack::rolleyes:
Do you want me to give you my SILs husbands number? He’ll also tell you we didn’t land on the moon…
Google is killing off Inbox. This is the darkest day yet.
That describes lots of porn videos, except maybe the precocious pre-adolescent son, but possibly with kittens (or so I’ve been told).
Seriously, fuck them so much for this!!! :mad: I love Inbox’s interface; even on mobile, Gmail just doesn’t cut it. Gmail will need a major overhaul beyond using a few imported Inbox features before I’ll be happy using it.
Isn’t it illegal in North Carolina to do anything about climate change as it affects the shoreline?
Kittens excepted, though I agree with this rant if you substitute puppies. But I’d take it one step further. WHY do these people feel that have to provide their awesome wisdom in the form of YouTube videos? How about just writing it down? Is live action really absolutely essential to demonstrating how to change a headlight bulb?
Or is it that you – awesome YouTube person – just want to be a video star? If so, may I suggest that you start with some enterprise more suitable to the video medium, such as making your own porn videos. I understand that some talented individuals have achieved stardom that way. But when it comes to the mundane tasks of everyday life that you appear to have mastered like changing light bulbs or spark plugs, just write it down, OK? And post it to a blog or website. I can read. Can you write?
Inbox’s mobile interface is so perfect. It’s exactly what mobile email should be. I don’t even know what I’m going to replace it with. I’m so tired of getting screwed over by Google. They are so damn shortsighted.
“Buy our $999 Chromebook that only runs Google Web apps!”
As if. My aunt was just asking me about a chromebook last week. I told her no, because I don’t trust Google to keep supporting their shit. Now this. As soon as the new hotness wears off a product, they kick it to the curb. To hell with them.
My cats are being incredibly naughty tonight. Is it a full moon or something?
So far:
Broken food dish, knocked off the counter.
Beagle girl got scratched.
Incessant meowing at the dryer, cause it’s off.
Dropping the liver treat behind the cat tree where I have to move the damn thing to find it, of course I have to get it or more incessant meowing.
Tipped the dog water over.
Scattered cat litter.
I can go on, but I don’t want to bore the whole world.
My life is a joy to behold.
I’ve read many pages of instructions about how to rethread my Serger. I didn’t really figure it out until I watched a YouTube video of someone rethreading their Serger. Sometimes videos have their place, like when you’re trying to find the hidden thread loop tucked away in the most inaccessible place ever that you have to use a special extra-long set of tweezers to reach.
I wish the manual for my car had pictures. So do the guys at ITV (technical inspection), even though they have seen every make and model twenty zillion times. It’s amazing how many places can the same make and model of car have something such as “the button to open the motor”.
I’m still not sure where that button is. Somewhere under the driving wheel, but the guy had to get into a pretty twisty position before he was able to say “ah, there!” I think my car is female - it’s got a G-point that makes it go “aaaaah!”
My whiny mini-rant:
I hate how unmotivated and exhausted I am right now. I know why - I was on a business trip for the last 2 days, didn’t get home until 10 last night, had to wake up at 5 this morning…the usual shit that makes you tired.
Then, as I was munching on some almonds for breakfast while diving into my email, one of my crowns broke in half and fell out. So I had to make an unscheduled trip to the dentist that lasted about 2 hours, wiped out my morning and cost me more than $600 since they need to replace the whole crown (it’s about 25 years old).
Now I’m sitting around, completely unmotivated, exhausted and with the right side of my face numbed up. I’m hungry and crabby and broke-feeling and drooly and it’ll probably be a good 2 hours until I can eat without having to constantly wipe and pat my mouth to make sure I didn’t slobber. Grrrr.
I think you can legit call that a maxi-rant! So sorry.
I hate crowns and I don’t trust dentists. 
Nothing whiny about that rant at all, overlyverbose.
I haven’t been around much lately because my 9-year-old cat was diagnosed with acute kidney failure a couple of weeks ago. No warning at all, just suddenly stopped eating. The vet suspects a spider bite but couldn’t find any marks on him. A week’s stay at the vet being pumped full of fluids and some CBD oil seemed to do the trick. He got to come home last week and was acting normal even if he wasn’t eating a lot still. Vet was pleased with his progress.
Now I’m worried that he may be relapsing. He ate even less than his “new normal” overnight. He’s still acting fairly normal. I called the vet this morning and he told me this could happen; he could fluctuate in how much he eats. The vet says if he doesn’t get back to “normal” by Monday to bring him in and to try not to worry but I’m finding it hard not to.
I trust the doctor but dammit, he’s my baby. I live alone but I don’t feel like I’m alone because the cat’s always there. Send some good thoughts please.