With somewhat of a horrid fascination, I have read every single post in this thread.
Let me say one thing to start. I HATE Oprah. She comes across to me as a preachy holier-than-thou smug dim bulb. Like Stephen Colbert’s inverted twin.
I generally don’t join pile-ons in the Pit, as I figure what is the point.
But I have seen other threads where you seem to have some spark of wit, Wee Bairn, so perhaps you can be salvaged – perhaps you might still see reason, though you’ve shown zero evidence of it here.
But you are being an INCREDIBLE DUMB FUCK in this thread, right up there with GuyNblueJeans 's thread on the truth about Paris Hilton.
Holy shit! Slow down your breathing, get some sleep, and come back rational some other day.
Diogenes posted twice to this thread, and hasn’t been back since. You’ve been spewing your idiocy in every other post here. So, yeah, you get more of the boot than he did. Big surprise. If Dio had been as inept in defending his position, he’d have gotten the same treatment in this thread that you’ve been getting, and from the same people. It’s not like Dio has never been on the bottom of a dogpile on these boards before.
But hey, nice attempt at playing the “SDMB Clique” card.
Whatever dude, just callin em as I see em. Dio is the only person on this board whose style posts I can even recall- I am generally not even aware of who said whad to me here. I will hardly remember those who have disagreed with me here tomorrow.
And nitpick, not more of the boot, *any * of the boot. And lucky you
You consider her your friend? And you know she likes Oprah? And…you still sit there and make snide remarks?
My husband is my best friend. He likes listening to Hank Williams on Deezer. And it wouldn’t OCCUR to me to sit here at the adjoining computer and make snide remarks about Hank Williams and that peculiarly nasal baritone–because he is my friend, and I want him to be happy. And it would make him sad to hear me making snide remarks about something he enjoys. And because he’s my friend, I don’t want him to be sad, I want him to be happy. And so when “Take These Chains From My Heart” starts up for the fourth time in an evening, I zip the lip, put on *my * headphones and go over to Youtube and learn how to fillet fish.
How do you think your friend feels, deep down inside, under that Politeness Face she puts on every day, when you make snide remarks about something she enjoys?
You’re kidding, right?
My daughter is a total Buffy freak; it’s All Buffy All The Time at our house. And any word of criticism of the ABATT agenda at our house, even said with a loving, joking parental smile, elicits fury, and a few well-chosen remarks about Star Trek (directed at me) or Hank Williams (at Dad).
Normal people get huffy when someone criticizes them, or their TV-viewing choices, or their hairstyle, or their dog, even in a supposedly joking way, because even a joking remark criticizing your dog is still criticism. What universe do you live in, that people don’t get mad at implied criticism?
And–you’re not talking about a “single joke” here, a one-shot deal. You’re not talking about my daughter making a single joke about William Shatner. You’re talking about my daughter sitting here and making non-stop snide remarks about William Shatner while I’m trying to watch Wrath of Khan. And you think I’m gonna sit here and take it? Fuck no. She’s gonna get the cold stare, and the “don’t you have homework or something?” Because I, unlike your supervisor, have no compunctions about telling someone when they’re behaving like an asshole.
Fierra and I went to a nice club last Friday which had a live band, and of course they played that song. So it’s been in my head, off and on, for about 5 days now. Even a 3-hour Rush marathon tonight couldn’t get rid of it. I swear I was hearing it as the backing music to the entire Signals album…
It was a joke. really. Now can we refocus on the topic at hand?
But your curiously detailed explanation aside, to get pissed at a jab about your favorite TV character, unless there is some evident deep seeded venom riding along, is silly.
Well, you give up trying when something falls off of the first page on a Google search. You might need to pick up a bit of sand. Good for the traction, eh?
Hey, Wee Bairn, serious question. Why do supervisors get to pick the show on TV? Is it because she is a supervisor? That’s company policy? Or is she just a bully? You said before that you were being “forced” to watch. It seems that the fair thing to do would be to let each person pick on a rotating basis. Why is she in charge when you are effectively off duty?
No nothing like that- its simply her and I are the only ones in there at the time, she REALLY loves OPRAH, and I have anything I care to watch at 4pm CST. But if there was something really important to me to watch, of course she wouldn’t mind. And its only like three channels come in good anyway- it either OPRAH, or one of the judge shows, or Access Hollywood or something- as much as I hate to say it, OPRAH is actually the least annoying of the three.
