UnitedHealthcare Dental: go fuck yourselves, then proceed directly to hell. Did you even read the damn claim??? The tooth needs to be built up in order to support a crown. Your denial of my claim says that the buildup isn’t necessary, because the buildup will not be used to support a crown. What. The. Fuck. :mad:
Fuck you, Ken Bone. I know you’re just a regular guy. I know that you’re just another nobody elevated to internet superstardom by the bored, fickle, nihilistic masses, and I know that your fleeting celebrity is merely a symptom of a greater problem, but fuck you anyway. Last week, no-one had a clue who you were. Now we’ve got Ken Bone memes, #KenBoneHashtags, and terabytes upon terabytes of vacuous Ken Bone “think-pieces” written by the most insufferable cunts imaginable ruminating on the metatextual implications of every aspect of your inevitable fall from grace. All because you, an anodyne dough-ball with a paedo mustache who looks like a discarded Zach Galifianakis character, posed a vaguely sensible energy-policy question to a consumptive crook and a short-fingered sex pest during a piece of bullshit political theatre which, in any sane world, wouldn’t be open to schlubs like you in the first place.
Fuck’s sake. I hate everything about this fucking election.
My daughter was looking at Halloween costumes online, and found a “slutty Ken Bone” being offered.
I shit you not.
We deserve Trump.
It’s mid October and the days around here are still in the mid 90s. Today was 94, yesterday was 96. I’m tired of sweating.
I spent Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday cooped up with a sick kid. She gets well, and suddenly the “storm of the century” is happening and we’re still cooped up in the house.
Fuck you, fate. She’s going back to school on Monday and I’m going to do whatever I want for seven hours. Nyeh-nyeh-nyeh.
Bleh.
Broke my phone yesterday, which I normally use as an alarm clock. I did find something else with an alarm function but basically couldn’t sleep because I kept wondering if it was actually going to go off properly (even though I have a great time sense and wake up just before the alarm every morning anyway), then my housemates decided 2am was the perfect time to have a row about one of them’s drunken behaviour on Friday night.
So, work on about 2 hours sleep it is!
This is like blaming flies for the existence of garbage.
Can I rant a little bit about how Halloween continues to become a thing in Australia? I don’t like horror/spooky themed stuff at the best of times and I’m getting increasingly tired of being made to feel like I’m a wet blanket for not enjoying what is effectively a whole month dedicated to something that makes me pretty uncomfortable.
I’ll make room for you around my table, where we’re bitching about Halloween becoming a thing in Spain. My favorite complaint remains a mother saying “we can’t take them to visit Grandpa at the cementery on November 1st because it will traumatize them, but we’re required to dress them up as zombies? That ain’t traumatizing?”
Oh. My. God.
If I don’t sign whatever piece of paper you put in front of me so we can get a $450 do-it-yourself divorce, then I am turning it into a bitter battle that will end up costing us each $20,000.
Ummmmm, fallacy of the excluded middle, anyone?
I will be consulting a professional. And I will lead with your assertion that your part-time business, which grossed over $60k last year, has a value of $900.
I hope it doesn’t cost the $20k, but stick to your guns and don’t let him railroad you.
It can happen. When I divorced, my business had very few assets, a leased building, a ton of debt, and was grossing around $400,000. Because my time was the primary thing people were buying, it looked crazy on paper but held up in court.
Unless it’s the tortoise from that Bugs Bunny cartoon with the rocket engine under his shell. 
I pit hypocrisy in the media.
Everybody is swarming all over Trump for his comments about women. What does AOL do? They post a headline “Jessica Biel wows in skintight, leather dress that shows off her hot body.”
Grrrrr.:mad:
I have poison ivy on my arm. There must have been some mixed in with the English ivy I was removing from the backyard trees last week.
:mad: DEATH TO IVY IN ALL ITS FORMS! :mad:
Hey local dead-tree paper: For the last few weeks, you’ve been teasing us few remaining subscribers with a “fresh, new” comics section. Yesterday I open up my Sunday comics and what’s on the top of the front page? Fuckin’ “Classic Peanuts”! Your definition of “fresh and new” is reruns of a strip whose author has been dead 16 years and hasn’t been funny since the Carter administration??!
It’s a zombie. A very respected and influential in its heyday (60s and early 70s) zombie, but still a zombie.
Let it go.
And the worst thing is this isn’t a case of getting complaints from geriatrics whenever you tried to drop it. You never had it while Schulz was alive; you added it 16 years later. What.The.Fuck? Let someone that’s still breathing have the space.
And you got rid of “Foxtrot” and “Pajama Dairies” for “Beetle Bailey” and “Broomhilda”? And you moved “Family Circus” to the front page as well? And you kept “Marmaduke”?
On the plus side, you kept “Pearls Before Swine”, even though you demoted it from front page above the fold to the back.
Um, Telemarketer?
I only sounded nice, unlike other people you’ve talked to, because I didn’t yet know for sure you were a telemarketer and not a person I actually know.
As soon as I was sure, I hung up. Which hopefully beats abusing you verbally, but I don’t know.
(We have Caller ID, but I didn’t wait for it, because I was standing so close to the phone, and I just wanted it to STOP RINGING. The Caller did use my first name-- which was slightly odd, most people assume I’m my mother. So while phone ringing at all was a mild warning sign, the second big clue was the “sound nice” words. And then when he mentioned his organization, he got hung up on).
I have a new blender! Instead of expecting or wanting I demanded and I got it. I may have to use that tactic going forward in our next 20+ years of marriage.
My complaint: it was cold and wet and windy just like October should be in Iowa. But now it has decided to do Indian Summer (usually in Nov.) so all of the bugs that haven’t died yet are out flying like The Fog. And either you end up with a bug wind whipped into your mouth/nose/eye or you are being creepy crawled and/or bitten by said insects.
The first frost did not kill my herbs so I was kind of hoping to get out and snip another quart jar worth of leaves but even whipping wind doesn’t keep the bugs off.
I wonder if the 15 year old has spent enough of his hard earned cash (corn detasseling) that I can pay him to go scissor happy and maybe pick some of the orange (sunrise? sunset?) cherry tomatoes that are 10-20 feet up the spruce tree (behind the garden spot)? He can use the apple picker tool 
Dear stupid lazy-ass who blocked the drive-thru window at Walgreen’s for 15 minutes while cars were lined up six or seven deep behind you: if your order is that difficult to process, park your car and go inside!