I work in customer support. Pity me.
Every day, someone tells some program or another is not working and I ask ‘do you get an error message’. ‘Tes’, they always reply.
‘Well, what might it be?’
‘It was something about…something along the line of…it said something about…’
:mad::mad::mad:
Some error messages are vague, others are very specific. Either way, it usually points me in the right direction for troubleshooting.
SO JUST READ ME THE DAMN ERROR MESSAGE!!!
If this is the person who previously pitted this that I’m thinking of, the placement of these cars make it difficult to back out of the driveway into the street.
I’m not quite dead yet.
That was probably me you’re thinking of. That was an issue at the old place but the one I purchased (it still gives me a jolt to say that one… I own a home… Wow…) has no driveway and my garage backs onto the alley so I haven’t had an issue.
There are a couple of cars around here that haven’t moved in a bit, they aren’t in anyone’s way so I don’t really care but if some random person’s car was parked out front with a flat or no plates I’d be annoyed. Until everything is settled in the garage we can use that space for the second car.
Well, to start with, I’m well on my way to total curmudgeonliness. That’s probably part of it. 
Actually, the real reason is that I live in a borderline neighbourhood - if things slide a little here, it could end up kind of a craphole, and in my opinion, derelict vehicles on the street is one indicator of a crappy neighbourhood. Part of my personal fight against the crapification of my neighbourhood is looking after my house and yard, picking up the garbage by my yard (daily - sigh), and reporting cars that have just sat without moving for a month in front of my house. These two vehicles weren’t derelict, but two more owners just got notified of the 72 hour law in Calgary - the fight continues.
The cars that just sit also make it hard for me to clear the sidewalk, they make it harder for me to mow, and they make it impossible for me to park on the street by my house. We do have a garage, but sometimes you want to just park on the street for a while before you take off again.
ETA: I thought of yet another reason - we’re on a snow clearing route, which means that if a parking ban for snow removal is declared by the city, the cars that don’t get moved don’t get the snow cleared from around them, and that affects everyone who drives in this neighbourhood.
Also, it would be a shame for them to have that nice hotline and for no one to ever call it. 
Okay.
And I forgot my own rant - my husband did something extremely innocuous, and he’s being strongly punished for it by people for whom he has been a huge supporter. Not cool, man.
Chimera, you’ve been in a rotten mood in every thread I’ve seen you in for the last couple of days. Are you okay? 
An update on the Christmas Present for Eureka Saga:
I got a jigsaw puzzle featuring skeins of yarn, costing at most $12.50 (somebody forgot to remove the price tag).
I’m underwhelmed, but not dismayed. It sure beats the wall calendar.
Ok, yeah, they have to go. Any chance they’re unlocked or you’re good with a coat hanger? Because I bet they’d get towed real quick if you could just push them out into the middle of the street.
As icy as it gets here, I could indeed push them out into the middle of the street. My neighbours are lucky I’m as nice and even-tempered as I am.
Eh, I’m ok. Dunno where all I’ve been in a bad mood.
Here I’m just tired of her complaining about the neighbor’s leaf blower, the lawn mower, whatever else it was, now people yawning. Give the fucking noise complaints a rest already, EmilyG. What next, the guy three doors down sneezed at 3am and woke you up?
The cold is the cold. Not really upset about it, it’s a fact of life and I’ve lived here most of it. Hell, my new coat is awesome (Outback Trading Deer Hunter) and I’ve been standing at the bus stop with nothing but a t-shirt under it at 10 below and been just fine - it’s my legs and hands that are getting cold, not my torso.
I dunno, I have a week of vacation this coming year that I haven’t earmarked for anything. Maybe I should visit Denver this coming spring or something. Haven’t been there in over 20 years. Haven’t smoked pot in over 10 years now. Just tell my family I’m going to the Black Hills again.
So, I’m walking the dog and she starts doing her “here’s something interesting” dance. I look under the bush and there is a little old blind cat who couldn’t walk because her legs don’t want to work.
I wrapped the kitteh in my sweatshirt, took the dog home, took the kitteh to the vet and did the right thing for her.
To the fucking asshole who just dumped that poor little old lady pet on the side of the road…I hate you. I hope that when you are old and sick that someone tosses you out on the side of the road to die a natural death. In the mean time, I hope that you get bedbugs in your waterbed. I hope that your TV breaks and that you will never have good internet connection again. I want your washing machine to break a water pipe in the middle of the night.
I’m almost mad enough to start spewing Egyptian grave robbing curses.
The poor little thing was so scared and confused. We put her down kindly, but didn’t know what name to use.
I had something similar happen when I was a teenager. I’d found a large stone that had probably been taken from a rock wall, named him Clyde, and was carrying him with me preparatory to taking him home for a pet. A man told me “If you accepted Jesus, you wouldn’t have to carry that rock.” I asked “Why, does Jesus have a wheelbarrow I could borrow?”
AMC Theaters. After more than 20 minutes of trailers, most of which I’ve seen more than once (I go to a lot of movies), a female announcer, in a smirking tone, says "We know you love trailers . . . "
Speak for yourself you dozy twat!!
I only sit through them because there’s no way of telling anymore when the actual film will start, and lately I’ve taken to standing outside the auditorium and popping my head in until the actual policy trailer runs (and AMC seems to have gotten rid of the one with growing-tree seats, which I didn’t mind, in favor of a bunch of hideous spherical . . . things (one of which has horns on its head) . . . making all kinds of babbling noises. Whoever came up with this abomination must have been on some serious drugs.
Dear flatlined, I am so glad you were there for that old lady kitty. And you have quite a good line in curses for the bastard who put her there. I too hope for a long lingering death under a tree for that person. In the snow. With fleas.
I don’t remember ever complaining about a lawn mower. Lawn mowers generally don’t annoy me. They’re not especially loud or noisy (unlike leaf blowers, whch are louder and more generally annoying,) nor do I consider using a lawnmower rude (unlike loud yawning.)
Also, maybe if you lived near neighbours who drove their cars around really fast and loudly late at night, and other neighbours who blasted music outside all summer, you wouldn’t like it either.
You’re tired of me making noise about noise? 
If you’re really sick of me (like it seems like a lot of people on this message board are,) there’s a nice little thing called the “ignore” function. I’ve used it before. It can be downright therapeutic.
Was rather pleasantly surprised when the local Regal theater only had 3 trailers (one of them being rather short) before the showing of The Hobbit a couple of weeks back.
But yeah, they used to do that same 6-8 trailers, start the movie 10+ minutes later than the advertised time bullshit too, and I (and others, judging by the sighs and other noises) found it very annoying.
Eh, in fairness, you don’t know how loud the yawning person is- I used to have a housemate who let out this bizzare screeching noise every time she yawned. It was really high pitched, about as loud as her normal shout and came totally out of the blue. It was still loud in the next room.
When I asked her not to do that right in my ear at 2am, she claimed I was being weird, and making a noise while you yawned was just what everyone did. Presumably she couldn’t hear herself properly while yawning and didn’t realise she sounded like a freight train rather than a normal yawning person.
The ironic thing was, she constantly complained about other, far quieter noises that were way less annoying.
I can screech, and I can yawn, but I just tried and apparently cannot do both at the same time. Now the cats are giving me funny looks and I have to bow down in awe of your former roommate’s ability to multitask.
Hahaha