Maybe it is your father?
NOOOOOOOO! That can’t be true! 
OG FUCKING DAMMIT, APPLE KILLED THE IPOD CLASSIC.
I’ll either have to go ahead and buy a Classic now to replace my aging iPod (an expense I certainly don’t want, having just gotten back from a spendy vacation), or wait until this one dies and figure out how the hell I’m going to connect a new iPod Touch or iPhone to my current stereos.
Oh hell. I love my Classic (though it’s getting tired) and I need a new one, but my phone’s on it’s last legs too. I don’t suppose they’ve dropped the price or anything useful like that?
I don’t know about the iPhones, but the black iPod Classic is $10 less than the silver iPod Classic at Best Buy. Apple has already pulled them from their online store. >.<
I fill my car’s gas tank with ONLY gluten-free gasoline. sniff
waitaminute, it IS usually 10% ethanol, that’s made from corn, right? does corn have gluten? more to the point does ethanol made from corn have gluten?
hmm. I MIGHT have to stop looking down my nose at the other motorists.
Nah.
No. Corn (maize) flour is one of the go-to substitutes for wheat, which does have gluten.
You can probably still look down your nose at them for the lack of intelligence and driving competence, most likely. 
Eep. Test next Tuesday on the first four chapters of the accounting textbook. Yeah, based on quizzes, I do have a solid grip on the material, but I have classmates who weren’t BORN yet last time I was a student, so I’m still edgy.
When I’m bored, I play Microsoft’s Internet Spades, which randomly sets up an anonymous game with three other people.
Lately, people come in and bid 13 or double nil, and then quit. If it’s your partner, then you’ve likely lost. If it is the opponent, it makes the game boring.
Dicks.
Murphy is quite a tricky SOB. I had everything in place, I was showered, the house even smelled good, and I did a last-minute substitution - doctored up a cake mix, and made a blueberry cake with lemon glaze. (It was rather delicious, BTW.) What could possibly go wrong?
The expected visitors no-showed. Called at 2 pm to let us know. Maybe Thursday now. Or Friday. This is the group that’s giving us some financial help, so I hate to complain that someone isn’t doing that on my preferred timeline, but this is getting ridiculous. We would never have asked for help in the first place if things weren’t desperate…
Dangit, Lacunae, you’re determined to make the following anti-rant make me feel guilty, but I’m posting it anyway. (And seriously, those folks better show up Thursday.)
I got a 6% raise! I checked my online banking for my direct deposits due tonight and my primary employer’s deposit was wrong by a couple hundred bucks. I worried there was a huge mistake, so snagged my paystub from the pile set aside in my coworker’s box for distribution Wednesday (and sent her an email that I took it). There’s a note on the stub that my pay’s been changed, plus six weeks of retro pay. No one said anything about it. I owe a bill at work (medical expenses for my cats), so it’s all going back to my employer, but a big chunk of the bill will be paid down this week. Whoo!
Holy crap…during post-vacation laundry, something green bled all over my mother’s favorite dark rose t-shirt. It’s been through a second washing with stain remover; the spots are lighter, but they’re definitely still there. And of course this shirt isn’t made anymore. >.<
I got two:
Web pages and focus:
So, it seems like the webpage has finished loading. I start typing into a textbox. But then I see that another piece of GUI just got loaded in, and half of what I typed has gone into a new box.
Oh, and I was typing my password so now it’s on the screen in plain text. Thanks.
Gym etiquette:
So you’re going to do your stretching on a stationary treadmill? While people are waiting to get on that machine. Is there not enough flat ground elsewhere?
And why do people choose to workout right in front of the weights rack? So while I’m struggling to pick up 30kg dumbbells I have to squeeze by some jerk who moves about 3cm when asked to get out of the way.
Woohoo, SeaDragonTattoo! Don’t feel even a little bit bad about your anti-rant, because I couldn’t be more thrilled for you. The world needs more good news, even in the Mini Rants thread.
And I have an anti-rant, too: Tony’s co-worker made a really bad trade tonight. He came over with his lawn mower (ours is like us right now: broke) and he and Boy 2.0 cut the grass. Sarge wouldn’t even accept gas money, just dinner and a beer. (And dinner was, frankly, nothing special. I’d have done more if I’d known we were having company for the meal. At least there was cake!) This is the same guy - the shift sergeant - who made a grocery delivery to the house while Tony was in the hospital, to save me the trip; and who filled out a scholarship recommend for Girl 2.0 last week*; and who has been absolutely the best human being and friend that my family has known. He’s awesome!
*Speaking of anti-rants: The Girl made the cut in that scholarship process, thanks in part to the sergeant’s recommendation. Ten kids made it to the interview round - tomorrow evening. Of those, five will receive college scholarships worth a minimum of $10k, so long as they maintain very minimal standards throughout high school: 2.5 GPA, no felony arrests, attend about 3 meetings per year. Some universities match this scholarship, and three of the best state universities double match. Depending on her school choice, this could be up to $30K toward college for Girl 2.0. Not bad for an eighth-grader!
Back when I was a PhD candidate, I taught a university entrance course. The kind of thing you take if you don’t have the grades/test scores/haven’t been in school recently enough to get in normally.
Without exception, the best and most involved students were the ones who’d actually lived a little before coming in. They made more of the resources, the opportunity and the work. They knew what they wanted. The seventeen year olds? Not so much/
Dammitbloodyfuckit the boiler is banjaxed. This is not the week when I want to be dealing with this. There’s all kinds of other stuff around the house that needs sorting, too, but all that can (I hope) wait a few weeks till things (I hope) settle down. The boiler needs sorting asap. And just DAMMIT this week did not need this shite.
Same for me, my students were all premeds. Those who wanted to get rich were horrible; those who wanted to be doctors with just a nebulous idea of what it entitled (children of immigrants or of blue collar workers) were eager workers but needed a lot of steering. The children of doctors pretty much self-managed once they knew what the course’s requirements were. The ones who gave above and beyond work were the lieutenant who wanted to become a dentist and who still remembered his shock upon discovering the horrible state of the teeth of so many American soldiers, and the 25yo who’d worked as an admin in medical offices and eventually decided that working on the white-coated side was what she wanted to do.
I’m working from home today. That’s not my complaint. My complaint is that I’m working from home because the whole damn interstate is going to be closed down due to the Michael Brown protests.
I hope this doesn’t get me flamed, but I’m not sure what the fuck good it will do to close down a main artery in and out of the city in protest, preventing anyone from getting to work or, if they’re at work, getting back home.
I’m also annoyed because, working at home, I’m wishing that I had a whole pile of cookies. I’m staring down a plate of cucumbers and baked chicken, contemplating the fruit in my fridge and wishing I had more junk food but glad I don’t because eating it will make me feel like shit.
Also, old complaint, but…I wish to god that my kids and husband would stop trailing me through the house like a line of ducklings, yapping, quacking and chatting. I love them. I want to talk to them. But it annoys the ever-loving hell out of me when someone is constantly standing so close to me that I can’t turn around without accidentally elbowing someone in the stomach (my husband) or head (one of the kids). Or if I say I need some quiet time, someone will sit down on my damn lap or next to me. That’s not quiet time! That usually results in someone talking to me. I need some personal space, dammit! And be quiet while you’re at it! All I ask is 10 minutes to myself. Let me pretend you’re not there just for a little while.
My husband works out of the house, and we have a three year old. And a cat that loves only me. I feel your pain.
Okay. I’ve had about enough, bitch. The kid gloves are coming off. I’m putting you in my next book.