I’d like to have a word with the sadist who thought it was a good idea to impose time limits on people attempting to buy tickets to shows online.
Some people don’t deserve to be breathing. In this case, I’m thinking of the neighbor of an acquaintance of mine, who decided that luring and trapping said acquaintance’s cat and then turning it over to animal control as a feral cat to be destroyed was a fine idea. The neighbour apparently spent quite a bit of time this afternoon watching the acquaintance searching and calling for his cat. Luckily the acquaintance saw the transfer to animal control and was able to rescue his pet.
Kitty has some minor nose and forehead damage from rubbing against the trap. And the neighbour, I suspect, will soon discover that this was not the brightest idea he’s ever had.
That is not a good idea as Halloween approaches. I may have hinted that it might be fine to have fun on that day with a certain creepy old man neighbor who loves his pro-life signs and his anti-school funding propositions.
My friends and I had fun reporting a certain anti-vax asshole’s posts to Facebook after he got me banned. He sent me a pm practically sputtering with rage that I dared fight back. FYI, Dr. Offit will be at NYU tomorrow for a free conference on vaccines along with some great people. I’ll be there if anyone wants to meet. I called him and nearly fainted with delight when he called me back!
This statute might apply: AS § 03.55.100 - 190; AS § 11.61.140 - 145
Acquaintance is one tough, no-nonsense kinda dude. As I said, the neighbour is probably in trouble.
Good. I hope they actually do something to him, or at least flag your file so that if something like this happens again, they’ll have a human look at it who will say, “it’s the idiot’s again, tell them to go away and leave **LavenderBlue **alone.”
Polycystic kidney disease sucks. I hurt. To think others with this crap feel like this every day makes me want to weep.
I am so sorry hon. 
Neighbor ought to be in trouble legally as well as morally.
Facebook does not seem to care very much. I would not normally indulge in such tactics but if you fire the first shot I’m going to fight back.
Sheesh. I knew the internet at work sucked, but this took the cake. I don’t even know what’s happening with our connectivity, but we really need an IT person to fix it!
My phone forced me to connect to WiFi to do an update. (Annoying in itself because my plan is unlimited and I don’t need to worry about stoopit WiFi. I have every setting I can find set to over-the-air, but once in a while an update makes me connect, and then I have to do it at work.) Anyway, so phone’s on WiFi working on a 115Mb download for a couple minutes (another annoyance, my 4G LTE is so much faster than our stoopit WiFi), and my desktop internet goes totally wonky. Nothing’s loading except Gmail and the Dope (being text-heavy I imagine). My supplier websites are all showing “no server found.” I didn’t put it together until the download stopped and desktop goes back to being fine. WTF. That’s just messed up. I’m here alone tonight, I’m the only one of 12 computers working and my phone messes up the internet? Sad.
Your acquaintance ought to learn not to let their cat outside, where they can be killed by a large number of things, not the least asshole neighbors. Indoors cats have considerably longer lives than outdoors cats.
Also, people who adopt a pet in July and then return it in October because they’re moving and can’t possibly find an apartment in New Town that accepts pets? Die in a fire. Die in a pile of your own stinking shit on fire, because you’re an asshole that’s full of shit, shitting out all of your stinking shittyness for all of us to suffer because you’re a giant pile of shit, stinking up the place and the best way to get rid of you is to light you on fire. Shithead. People are shits.
^^^ Also, the people who return a dog for being “too fluffy,” or give up on a puppy after four days for being “too hyper,” or return a dog of a notoriously affectionate breed after a week for being “too clingy.”
Compromised bank account - need I say more?
Who returns a dog for being too fluffy? I mean, the fluff was there when they adopted it, wasn’t it? Or are shelters in the habit of shaving long-haired animals now? (“Oh, nooooo … that Persian kitty won’t shed at all!”)
- pats **MissTake **gently *
AND the phone network is down in my 'hood, so we cannot make calls. Phone company hopes it will be repaired… by the 28th.
May I give up now?
MissTake, I think the expression you’re looking for is “stop the world, I’m getting off!”
Or, “I don’t want to live on this planet anymore.”
Job hunting. Is there anything more depressing and soul-sucking? Ugh. I’ve been out of work for almost a year. I didn’t start looking for work until about two months ago. I had an interview and working interview early on, but that went nowhere. Since then, nada. I’m a vet tech, so the opportunities are few and far between. Every couple of weeks I’ll see a listing on line and agonize over an appropriate cover letter and get all optimistic. I was really hopeful about the last one because it was co-owned by my favorite technical instructor and his wife. Not a peep.
Blah.
Are you able to or interested in relocation, Avarie537? Because here in Cedar Park/Austin TX there are jobs everywhere. I did a google on vet tech austin and saw about 6 jobs right off the bat. Every business in my part of town has help wanted signs in the window. True, it gets hot here, but otherwise it’s a great place to live. And jobs!
No. My husband just got a promotion this year and works for a great employer with great benefits. All of our family is here and we have three kids (two are in school).
I am so fucking old. I walked from the Port Authority in Manhattan on 42nd and Eighth Avenue to 31st and First Avenue for a conference. Then I walked the same distance back. And now my feet hurt, my back hurts and legs hurt. I have six blisters on my instep and muscles that feel like cut glass. I used to walk home almost every day from the Staten Island ferry terminal to my house (about two miles) without an ache.
On the plus side I’ve got a purring Maine Coon in my lap so I suppose I can be old and happy.