Hey asswipe, (aka Pizza delivery guy from Domino’s.) Do NOT knock on my door, especially after 11PM, I did not order a pizza. Yet again you, have the correct house number but, are on the WRONG STREET. GET A FUCKING MAP. GET A GPS. Those green and white reflective rectangles on top of gray poles have helpful information; like STREET NAMES. The people at 72 EatsPizza Lane order a pizza at least once a month; you should have the way to their home memorized by now.
Next time I will introduce you to the neighbor’s pigs.
Here is the stupid political cartoon of the week.
See, we can make fun of right-wing emphasis on the Constitution, by suggesting that the framers of the Second Amendment only intended to allow modern gun owners to use primitive 18th century weapons. Tee-hee!
By this impeccable logic, government can make any laws it wants to crack down on what’s said on radio, TV and over the Internet, because freedom of speech and of the press only applies to newspapers, not that there new-fangled technology. Take that, First Amendment groupies!
Dumbass.
I could have sworn it was pointing out the slight discrepancy between “What are gays?” meaning gays are not included and “What are revolvers?” meaning they are?
I would say that this is not implying that one method of interpretation is better or worse but that this particular method seems to be being used in a manner to support pre-existing bias.
My meagre understanding of that comic included this point.
My rant du jour - people in music threads who can’t be bothered to stick to the point of the OP and just post their favourite band/artist every time a music opinion thread is opened.
I love Bare Naked Ladies!!!
not the band
You are to be congratulated for being free of any taint of bias. 
The comic strip’s element of tu quoque does not make it any smarter.
If anything, I am biased against taints.
And I never indicated that strip was smart. Just not dumb in the way you were ranting about.
I guess my rant is about persons who rant about things that are not represented by the object of the rant.
Twice broken tooth breaks a third time.
I’m in “screaming agony” level of pain and probably will be until Monday when I can (hopefully) get in some place. Since I’m largely broke, it won’t be for “root canal and crown”, it will likely be for “yank it and live with the hole”.
Fuck you Verizon.
Someone swiped my phone charger from work, so I checked online to see how much a new one should cost. About $13 I discover. I scoot over to Target where they have them for $15.95 plus tax. Perfect. I’m willing to pay a little more to charge my phone right now. There is one for my LG, but it looks like the package has been opened, so I grab a similar item from the rack just above it. When I get home I discover that it is the car charger. Not what I need.
Back to Target, return the car charger. Back to electronics where now there are no more LG plug-in chargers. There are plenty for Nokia, Palm, Motorola, but no LGs. I ask the sales clerk if therbut e are any more in back. He reads the bar code, “It says minus three.” That means no.
Racking my brain to remember where the next closet Target is when I spy the Verizon mini center just across the street. I know it a fool’s errand and I’m playing the idiot’s role but I got to find out.
Into the store I go.
“How can I help you, Sir?”
“I need a charger for my LG.”
“Do you have it?”
“No I left it at home. It’s dead but I know which one I need.”
He points out the charger.
“That’s the right one. How much is it?”
“$29.95.”
I place it back on the rack and spin on my heel. “It’s a $17 item just across the street.”
“I can offer you a discount,” I hear him say as I walk out the door.
Verizon I don’t need your discount I don’t want your discount. I just want you to price the item, a simple piece of plastic, metal and wire, such that I don’t feel like I’m being pounded in the ass!
Fuck you Verizon!
Even if you weren’t broke, I think that yanking it would probably be your best option. After a certain point, the tooth just isn’t going to respond well to any more treatment. Living with the hole isn’t great, but if you’re that broke, it might be your only option.
Also, ouch. Been there, done that.
Is this facebook? Sounds like Mom wants to be put in a group that doesn’t see the photos you post for a while–it’s somewhere in the privacy settings I think. I love seeing pregnant belly pics on facebook, I wish my friends would post more of them–it’s neat to see the ever-expanding belly. I think people forget just how big normal pregnancy gets. I have two more weeks until we’re to term but had two women at the dentist’s office ask, “Ready to have that baby yet?” Of course, other people seem to think I’m small, so it goes both ways. That’s sort of what I love about pregnancy photos–how different everyone carries, the shapes of the bellies and sizing, all different from woman to woman and pregnancy to pregnancy.
I know my family likes seeing the belly progress, as they’ve told me so, sorry your mom’s being weird about it.
Also, it’s probably the third trimester brain shrinkage but I had to read the percentile thing a few times to understand what she was asking. So she seriously doesn’t remember growth percentiles and thinks this might refer to the baby as if it’s a file loading on the computer? LOL, as the kids say.
Congrats on the nice number btw, at our last scan we were estimated to be 42nd overall, which despite being a Douglas Adams fan, I was a bit disappointed with being below the average. The baby looked great though, and I eat a ton of healthy foods but am a smaller-framed person so it’s probably a case of nature making the right size baby to be born at the right time so I don’t die in the process. Which I appreciate. But you know how the worry goes. 
My mini-rant du jour is people who use any excuse to talk at length about their pregnancy.
I ran into this same problem with my contact lenses just this weekend.
A little background: I go to a national chain of eyewear retailers for my eye exams. I know, I know, but they’re competent enough and they’re super close to my house. Three years ago the doctor suggested I use Brand X and gave me a sample pair. They worked awesome, but I didn’t want to order boxes of contacts from them, so I went home to my online supplier. I could not find Brand X at all, not even using Google. But I did determine that Brand Y was made by the same people and was effectively the same product, so I ordered that. For three years I’ve been ordering it happily.
I tried to place an order a couple weeks ago, same as I’ve always done, and I was informed the order was rejected. Apparently brand is a necessary part of the prescription, so theoretically I am not allowed to buy anything other than Brand X. It just happened that for three years the doctor’s office was too slow to reject the shipping order, so I got what I wanted every time.
This weekend I went in to get another exam and clear up the matter, since I have no more contacts and at the moment I can’t buy any. Turns out Brand X is the private label for Brand Y and can only be purchased at this retailer. So much for the freedom of the consumer act passed back in 2003. The doctor assured me that they do have competitive rates, but he wrote in an exception for Brand Y on the scrip anyway.
Good thing, too; the clerk at the front counter began to ring me up for Brand X. $27 per box and they would have taken 10 days to be ordered and shipped. :smack: Brand Y is $13 per box and can be shipped overnight with an online order. Competitive my ass.
I get that this is an eyewear retailer first and foremost and not a doctor’s office. Their profit comes off selling glasses and contacts, and depending on how you look at it I’m ‘stealing’ from them because I’m getting the scrip there and buying elsewhere. But they’re going to have to accept that they’re competing with online stores who can sell this stuff cheaper and faster than them. There’s simply no contest, and trying to skew results in your favor by forcing people to buy your private label is complete bullshit.
Heh, don’t make me inflict ultrasound photos on you! 
It’s hard not to feel obsessed, especially when… and there I go again. 
My parents returned from 2 weeks out of the country today.
We heard not a peep from them since they left.
Their flight home from NYC was cancelled this morning and we’re in the middle of a snow storm. Not a word. No idea if they made it home or were dead in a ditch somewhere overseas.
Then I missed their call (I had the stereo cranked up) several hours late from when they should have been home. Angry because they could not find the keys to their van at my sister’s house, where I left it after dropping them off at the airport. They called my other sister next asking her to come get them and take them home, when suddenly, hey, here they are, right next to all the other keys! What a shock. :rolleyes:
I won’t even go into all the other painful dynamics between the two of them. Suffice it to say my mother has a LOT of problems, physical and mental, and should not have gone on the trip. My father paid the price for that.
Yeah, tooth pain (mine), all that. Making me a little twitchy and irritable today.
GAAAHHHHHH!!
I posted this cracked.com article on FB just for lulz, but also calling attention to the section about Jenny “PhD from Google” McCarthy.
A friend of mine responded by saying I had no right to tell PARENTS that they couldn’t voice an opinion about their children, and she had educated herself well enough to decide not to vaccinate her children, TYVM, and how DARE I suggest that it requires a PhD or MD to learn things! She had done her research and her facts simple disagreed with my “facts” and that’s that. Her children will NOT be vaccinated, and neither will she!
Her job? Hospice nurse.
<headdesk>
The most absolutely self-righteous, selfish and arrogant people on Earth are the parents of small children. Think that by right of having a child, they become instant experts on all aspects of child rearing and everything related to human biology and medicine.
Hell, the ‘parents’ in my neighborhood have apparently decided that it would be far too stifling to teach their pwecious widdle snowfwakes to not play in the fucking street…instead, they erect obnoxious plastic “CHILDREN AT PLAY” signs right in the middle of the street. :rolleyes:
I just can’t get over the fact that 1) she’s a nurse, and 2) that she’s carrying all kinds of diseases into the rooms of her dying patients.
And yes, I’m aware that even if she was vaccinating her children, she doesn’t live in a bubble and so would be carrying those into the rooms anyway. But I can’t help but think that if she’s this idiotic about vaccines, what else is she idiotic about? Germ theory? Pain management?
It makes me grrrrrrr.
Forgot to respond to this:
Oh, yes. Parents are the experts, not those doctors with their fancy book-learnin’.
I like to ask people if they require that their doctor has had the exact same medical conditions they’ve had before they’ll allow him or her to treat them. That’s the same level of idiocy as “parents are the experts!”
I’d be tempted to inform the hospice of her unvaccinated status, if you can get reassurances that they won’t tell her who told them. You’d be doing this as a public service.