That’s pretty frigging rude for someone in a service industry. Actually, anyone criticizing other people’s reading choices is pretty frigging rude - it’s right up there with criticizing their food. You don’t like it, don’t read it (or eat it).
I bought some glasses online recently - I think every single ad I’ve seen since then has been for online glasses. There’s targeted, then there’s, “Oh my God, will you ease up already?!?”
Oh yeah, I’ve been a little ticked off at the Powers That Be here lately - we got a tasty new troll talking about using golf clubs to kill his neighbour’s dog, and they took him away before it even got good! WTF, man?
(This is mock outrage, by the way. Although I do wish they’d leave the trolls around here longer so we could play with them longer.)
So, not only do I have to deal with a drug-resistant staph infection in my leg, which did not respond to the first antibiotic, nor to the second one added to the first one, and so far hasn’t responded to the IV one the ER gave me (only one day so far, so this will hopefully change), and the IV port in my arm hurts every time I bend it, but I am apparently having a reaction to one or both drugs. I have an itching rash on various bits (mostly bits I can’t easily scratch, due to location (middle of my back) or social convention (my naughty bits).
Hoo boy, does that sound like it sucks. Here’s hoping for an antibiotic that works and a quick recovery.
Could the absolute fucking morons who seem to include more than 50% of the cars I see on the road these days please note that in blowing snow condition daytime running lights are NOT appropriate. Turn on your fucking headlights so your covered in slush car is at least a little more visible from behind. I appreciate the fact that you’re actually using daytime running lights when I’m coming the other directions but I’m getting sick of cars that I can barely see because they have no lights on in the rear and due to conditions every single car on the road is the same colour - slush grey - and that happens to be the same colour that the blowing snow is.
Also, if you’re uncomfortable driving in snowy conditions I accept that fact that you might need to move slower than the rest of traffic. I’m a little less patient when you can’t stay in a single lane and need to drive with the lane divider in the center of your car at 20km/hr on a road with an 80km/hr speed limit. And with no tail lights just to tie everything together.
I hate Linux. What kind of lame-ass operating system doesn’t have a recycle bin?
I accidentally deleted two of my homework files two nights ago. I was very tired and in the wrong window. Now I can’t seem to recreate the fucking scripts to save my life. I "bash"ed (linux joke) my head against the wall all day yesterday trying to get these fucking things to work, and am trying again today with similar lack of success.
These things were done. In the can. Ready for submission. WHY CAN’T I HAVE THEM BACK?!?!?
Stupid Linux…
Dear Physiotherapist,
Why do you always have to make things more difficult?
I mean, besides that part about it being your wheeze job.
Sincerely,
huff puff Rysto
Bill is always amused by the clueless protestors. I’m always amused because they always seem to remember to bring pillows to comfort their suffering while waiting for the police. The only reason the crews are disappointed is because they will only get paid 8 hours and can’t figure out a way to turn it into over time 
For some reason, adults often seem to feel that its their job to tell kids what they should and should not read. When I was a kid, I memorized the library lady’s schedules because one of the would NOT let me even look at the adult section, and the other one would let me look and would only warn me that I might not understand all of the words.
Nowadays, I do think that its rude for someone to think that someone reading a book wants to talk about what they are reading. We are reading because we want to read, not talk!
I am rude right back, I start telling them about the Cthulhu mythos and how if they read fiction at all, they will find Lovecraft’s influence in every horror story they have ever read. They tend to get that deer in the headlight’s look after half a minute. They usually find excuses to run after a couple of minutes and they probably never bother a reader again, lest they find another crazy one.
I am sending good thoughts and some worries. I have no advice. I hope things start going better soon.
ha! I didn’t know these things happened to other kids. I got “caught” reading Mr. and Mrs Bojo Jones in 8th grade. the principal threatened to call my Mother, I shrugged and said ok. it was about teenage pregnancy and should have been read by a lot more girls in my schools.
My parents told me I could read anything I wanted and I read everything in the house as I was reading on a college level in the third grade. My brother and I used to read the encyclopedia and dictionary just for fun.
I was reading “Left Behind” (don’t judge me, my Born Again sister had given it to me and I wanted to know what all of the fuss was about) in public one time, and a woman walked up to me and gushed, "Oh, isn’t that book just wonderful? And I replied, “No, it’s actually pretty stupid.” She got a shocked look on her face and walked away.
My parents never told me what I could or could not read, and had no problems with anything I read, ever.
My husband, like all men, is crazy. He cut his toe with a big giant knife tonight while cooking. I finally convinced him to go the ER to get it stitched up. He ignored my pleas to drive him there and drove himself, bleeding toe and all to the ER when I was in the other room. I suppose I should be grateful he even went to the ER at all. Years ago he came home with an obviously swollen wrist after playing softball. He utterly ignored my pleas to go the ER until the next day when the pain finally convinced him to go to the ER. He was promptly gawked at by the doctor where his broken wrist was stuffed into a cast for a few weeks.
Sometimes I’m grateful I have only daughters as I think men are sort of nuts.
Just as a random videographer happened to be strolling by with the camera running, I hope I hope…
Awesome move, Rick.
I get looks when I’m reading a Hardy Boys book in the local hipster coffee joint.
I want to have a sticker on it that says:
**Hey, I’m laughing at the “chums” “joyriding” in their “jalopy”, and reveling
in the rampant optimism of post-war/pre-McCarthyism midwestern America. **
I could be reading Dostoyevsky, if he was half as much fun…
I love the original Hardy Boys and Nancy Drew. I won’t read the expurgated versions, but the originals are such a look into a different era.
Expurgated Nancy Drew and Hardy Boys? Say it ain’t so!
I have to ask…how do you cut your toe cooking???
Drop a knife while cooking barefoot springs to mind.
That’s what happened. Huge knife slipped from his hands and fell on his toe while he was chopping some veggies. Four stitches. Thankfully all he got was a bandaged toe out of it. I’m just glad I got him to agree to go to the ER. It took over half an hour of pleading on my part and some seriously gushing blood first.
My dad is like that. I remember my mom finally got him to go the ER two hours after a nasty head wound he got when tripping over some branches in a public park. Also four stitches on that thing.
I think it’s a male thing. I’ve gone to the ER over a fever. Granted it was a very high fever less than a week after giving birth but still it felt a little silly. I think women in general are just more comfortable seeking medical attention.
Look, just don’t ask about their recipes.
I had NO idea… nope, I’m tucked in a corner of a great coffee joint, next to the fireplace, hunkered down with the original series (gaudy slipcovers safe at home).
Love the tweedy fabric, and the classic typography.
And words like “Chums” on the cover.
Ha. Ha. Ha. Most of them contain at least some cat hair.
