An asshole resigns over rape trial comment: ‘Why couldn’t you just keep your knees together?’ My cream-dream is that this penis head goes straight to Hell and gets Butt Fucked by GNUs for eons.
Thoughts?
Unless, of course, he enjoys that.
“Monty, you’re a heretic.”
Wait. What is this, the 1500s? And, New Person in the Office, do you think that’s an appropriate comment to be making in an office in Beijing with Chinese nationals who speak very good English?
Let me clue you in, Mr. “I’ve been to Beijing dozens of times as it’s the wife’s hometown”: no, it’s not okay. And it’s certainly not endearing you to me, the person whose help you direly need as you apparently have the memory capacity of a brain-damaged goldfish and, amazing for someone who grew up in the latter half of the last century, you also have zero (no kidding!) computer skills.
Oh, did I leave out the best part? When Mr. IBTBDOTIITWH* first arrived, he asked, “How can I persuade the students to accept the right religion?” Well, that’s an interesting question. Here’s the nifty answer: Want to stay in China? Then don’t break the law that way. Well, what I mean is do you want to stay in China outside of the local hoosegow?
Anyway who died and made you the decider of who is and isn’t a “heretic”? Basically, that’s really a meaningless word as everyone is heretical to someone else. For example, fundied one, you are probably considered heretical by Roman Catholics. (Actually, I don’t know if the RC’s current teaching has that today.)
Another fun question is why is it that I’m getting plagued so often with the Canadian version of the ill-informed fundamentalists? Why can’t you fundied out folks manage to learn something about other faiths and not be judgmental jackasses? Why can’t you manage to talk up your faith without quizzing others on theirs just to bitch at others about their faith?
You know what? I just changed my mind. I hope you do get arrested here for your stunts. It’s actually becoming more of a chore dealing with you than dealing with your absences.
Four weeks into the term and the dude’s zeroing in on my last nerve, evidently.
*Please tell me that’s an anagram in some language for “Mr. Too Stupid to Live Without Someone Thumping You Upside the Head So You Remember to Breathe”. Actually, the dude’s The Chain Smoker From Hell, so I’m guessing he does, at the very least, know how to suck.
Rant over…for now.
There’s a sad story on dispatch.com about a young Russian chess grandmaster who fell from a 12th story balcony, apparently while participating in an inane urban game.
I must say that it was in poor taste for them to post the following line below the story:
JUMP TO COMMENTS
the websites for local news stations are worthless. on one of ours, there’s a link that says “How to Watch Saturday’s Tigers Game.” Out of curiosity, I clicked it.
In a nutshell- at 1:05 p.m., turn on your television and tune to this channel.
O_O
'cos it’s the Dope: we do, we just have decided to look at that more as a matter of discussion than of banging each other over the head.
Despite always getting her yearly flu shot, my rather elderly (84) but still very vital and active mother in law caught the flu in late December. She was admitted to the ER on January 2nd and died a week later.
Which sucked. She was a delightful lady and in the short time I knew her, I learned to love her. She welcomed me warmly when we first met and when she introduced me to her friends would usually say something like “Remember me telling you about my new daughter? Well here she is!”
My tears flowed. My BB is too “manly” to sit around crying because he misses his mom. Actually, he’s an idiot who keeps his emotions bottled up, but whatever. He finally allowed himself to grieve last night.
I’ve been in charge of cleaning out her jewelry boxes. She had some lovely pieces mixed in with a lot of costume. Once I was finally finished sorting that and keeping nothing for myself because our tastes were different, I moved on to the bag the hospital gave us. And found her engagement ring, which is just beautiful, but totally impractical for me to wear on a daily basis.
During his meltdown (his words, not mine), he begged me to wear her ring always. I said that it would have to be resized and hoped that he would maybe forget about it. This morning, he gave me a list of jewelers with good reps in this area. I think it would make a lovely pendent, but I think he’s still too raw for me to offer that suggestion up.
tldr version: I have inherited a beautiful but unsuitable for me ring and am expected to wear it.
I’m very sorry to hear about your mother-in-law, flatlined. I hope both you and your BB are able to find your solace in the weeks and months to come (it’s fortunate for him that he has you to be there for him).
Plumbing started backing up a bit last night. Not a big deal-- I know this happens about every 2-3 years at my house, and I get the Roto Rooter guys out and they clear out the line of tree roots that have grown in over that time. I noticed this about 6PM past night, and not wanting to deal with it immediately, I called and made an appointment for them to come first thing in the morning today. The dispatcher is nice and says someone will be at my house between 8 and 10AM. Perfect.
At 9:30 today I get a call saying they will be delayed and now they give me a window of between 10AM and 2PM. Why the change, I ask? Oh, we had a lot of unexpected calls this morning.
WTF? I called last night and set this up for the morning. Anyone calling in this morning can jolly well get in line BEHIND me. I’m delaying heading out to work until I can take a shower after you guys roto root the goddam sewer line. Well, I’m stuck with these guys now, but doubt I will call them for future business. What a bunch of BS.
I wish to fucking god that schools actually took into consideration that most parents both work full time. Or sometimes there aren’t two parents in a household. Or some parents work an hourly wage and could lose a job because they can’t find childcare in a pinch. Or that meeting the bare goddamn minimum of days and ONLY the bare minimum of days the state requires children to go to school is completely obnoxious and leaves giant gaping holes in the middle of the school year when children are out of school. And when there is no goddamn childcare.
If I get another chirpy, “We need ALL parents to come to X, Y, Z event, which starts at 10 a.m. Tuesday,” or “We decided not to have school next Thursday because of records day,” or “Ooops - we’re starting 2 hours late Wednesday because professional development,” I will scream.
I’m lucky enough to get to telecommute and work a white collar job, but what the fuck do people do who work an hourly minimum wage job?
Bloody hell. It’s like it never snows in New England. Everyone is getting excited about a storm that’s going to drop maybe 12-18" on most of the state. That’s hardly apocalyptic, even with high winds. But my email box is filled with all sorts of “It’s going to snow, ohmigod, hold onto your asses” from workplaces and insurance companies cable companies and what have you. WTF, people? We all like a little drama in our lives, but after 50 mumble New England winters, I think I’ve got the whole “hunker down with a cup of tea and watch the snow fall” thing figured out.
I was playing online chess, and a player showed up named Queequeg. I wrote a message to express my appreciation for the literary allusion, but when I tried to send it, the server gave me a stern warning about offensive language.
Apparently, the “Dick” in Moby Dick is considered offensive. Make no mistake, the world has gone to aitch-eee-double hockey sticks.
The same thing happens on the Comics Kingdom comment boards. We have to refer to a certain character as Richard Tracy if we want the post to go through. :rolleyes:
Dear Pinhead:
Please observe that the roads are shitty.
Please observe the numerous cars ditched in distress or in the actual process of ditching from an inability to control their traction.
Do. Not. Tailgate. Me.
I have rear-view recording video.
If we meet by ‘accident’ I WILL unleash my lawyer on your ignorant ass.
Sinusitis. Moan, moan, whine, whine. I’ll have some cheese, yes, but make it strong because with my nose like this I can’t either smell or taste a rotten eggs factory.
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Maybe whomever came up with the notion of eating durian had sinusitis?
Here we go in the media and social media with people bitching about the meteorologists. After days of hype apparently NYC and Philly only got a few inches of snow after “blizzard” predictions. The usual old saws come up: “I wish i could be so wrong and keep my job!” "School and work was cancelled for no good reason " “Media hype!” “My flight was cancelled!”
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No one ever complains when they get it right
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Better safe than sorry
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Other parts of the area got a foot of snow
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Nor’easters are hard to predict.
Until you go to the casino and win every single bet, shut the fuck up about weatherpeople.
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Someone I know wants to name her daughter “Riley” because “It’s a combination of my and my husband’s names.” First, I can only pray that I’m right in giving her enough credit to spell it properly and she’s not planning on spelling it as “Rylie” or something like that. Second, I’m not really fond of giving a traditionally male name to a female. Third, I’m also not really fond of giving Gaelic names when you’re not. And fourth, if she actually spells it as “Rylee” or the like, I know there’s no way I’m going to be able to resist spelling it as R’lyeh, and as far as I know she doesn’t know any Lovecraft.
My new leather sofa and ottoman arrived last sunday! I ordered it three months ago, and then it was built in Italy, then shipped here to Japan (that sounds posh but in actual fact it was only about $2000 - which is cheaper than a standard, fabric, showroom sofa here in Japan).
It’s all great exceeeeeeeeept - it’s the wrong color. I ordered a light brownish camel color and I got a chocolate brown. WTF.
Perhaps her folks are expecting her to take lengthy naps…?
Dear snow:
Fuck you.