Hell o' Weenies (October Mini-Rants)

Continuing the discussion from Time To Dismember (Rants of September):

About thirty minutes ago, I opened my freezer and checked the icemaker. There were some ice cubes in the back of the freezer, just outside the bin that catches all of the ice it makes. I reached back to grab the ice cubes to pull them forward where they should be, and I don’t know what I touched but the top of my middle finger brushed against something that felt like it burned me. It might have been something so cold that it was like a burn, but now I have a weird white patch on top of my finger that stings. It might be a blister, because it’s squishy too. So damn weird. And ouch.

I was first, but you have a better title than mine. Who wants to relinquish their rights?

https://boards.straightdope.com/t/an-overindulgent-overspending-occurrence-in-october-october-minirants/990944

ETA: And it was a genuine rant! I love collecting reward points. This was a major depletion thereof! :frowning_face:

I will relinquish this thread, I swear I checked for a new thread before posting this.

Note: I always create a new thread as a spin-off from the previous thread so that people are notified.

Great title!

Getting two numbers on one line in Powerball should win you something. Harrumph.

I wake up in the wee hours because of insomnia most nights. For the past several nights, I’ve been hearing a man coughing in the street for a few hours every night, from about 1 to 4 a.m. It’s a loud, theatrical cough, audible up and down the street. I can’t tell exactly where it’s coming from, but suspect some new neighbors from hell a few houses down. Maybe the man sleeps in the front yard to guard his flotilla of motorcycles, inoperable limos, and junk-hauling van and trailer.

I have reported this to a mod for action.

I have done this before. Turns out there is actually a heating element under the ice maker that melts the ice enough for the rotating arm to scoop them out into the ice bin. It sucks learning it the hard way though.

ETA - response to @Atamasama’s OP

I reported it immediately, asked the thread be locked.

while we are ranting:

I hope we really start pricing in environmental damage into “travelling” to end such frivolous nonsense …

Today was nuisance tree day, the fall day each year when we cut down all the small trees and vines that have sprouted up along our various fence lines. I use the tool we call the Cindy (loppers) and my gf paints the little stumps with an herbicide. The trees go into the bed of the vehicle we call The Kitty (Arctic Cat) for transport to our current burn pile.

Along one section she told me to just cut all “those vines” and leave them while she did another task. I later found out that she had me cutting down poison ivy! She tends to get it really bad following exposure, so she avoided it. She believes that I am immune (no idea where she came up with that). I think I’ll shower now.

I hope that when you burn that on the burn pit that you

  1. Are both fully covered (long pants, long sleeves, gloves, masks, bandanas & goggles)
    and that you spend the time that it is burning indoors, with the windows and doors closed/locked.

  2. That Truly Hate Your Neighbors.

( If you unplug the CAT6 out of your landline, it won’t ring )

Um, the twitterers are shoeing a clip of Heather McDonald passing out on stage after “mocking” Jesus.
Actually, if Jesus caused that, its Kindof humorous.

Rant rant rant…feel bad today…etc…rant rant rant!

Boo
:jack_o_lantern:

Love Beck…no rant just truth…

October is Breast Cancer Awareness Month, so we’re going to have to see that pink $%^& everywhere.

My own boob-a-versary is Tuesday. 6 years ago, I found out that the biopsy I almost didn’t have because the doctors thought that spot on my mammogram that was probably benign, wasn’t.

Hooray for 6 good years. May there be many many more after this.

Heh, we burn the trees and decorative grasses, the vines are cut down but left in place, as are the wild roses.

Preach! Especially annoying are the business who ask if I want to make a donation to the litigious pink-washing asshats at Komen.

Congrats on your six years, by the way.

Me: In a huge hurry, trying to leave a Kwik Trip as fast as I can.
The store: Full of card tables with customers coloring in leaf shapes (with nothing but pink highlighters), and employees taping them up all over. I’m stumbling past these obstacles trying to get out.
Perky clerk: “But wait! Don’t you want to color a leaf and give five dollars to breast cancer?”
Me: “Hell, no, I HATE breast cancer!”

My late first wife battled BC for 25 years before her final defeat. Neither she nor I ever held the pinkmail grifters in anything but utter contempt. If they ever did any good it was by accident.