I pit sitting across the aisle from screaming babies on five-and-a-half hour plane flights. This is not to say that I don’t have a great deal of sympathy for the mother traveling alone trying to keep the child quiet and entertained for that length of time. It had to have sucked a lot worse for her. But it was no picnic for me, either.
Turning this thread on its head, I want to stand up and anti-pit the gentleman sitting directly next to the baby who was extremely patient no matter how many times the mother got up and down to the bathroom, and even played peek-a-boo with the kid at one point. You, sir, are a far better man than I could ever hope to be.
Another one that just happened here on the SDMB, and happens far too often on pretty much every site lately. I’m getting sick and tired of trying to type in a username and password, only to have something (usually an ad) steal focus in the middle of my typing, rendering the last several keystrokes useless and making me have to do it all over again.
For fuck’s sake, stop leaving the sink running when you’re done in the bathroom, you heathen! I can’t for the life of me imagine what thought process is at work there, but in case you hadn’t noticed, we’re in the middle of the desert and leaving the sink running is just an asshole thing to do. So stop it!
Yeah, you’re hot, but you’re also a fucking bimbo. In other words, I’d stick my dick in you but I wouldn’t want you raising my children. And guess what? At age 25, 30, 35, you suddenly become ugly…and you’ll still be a bimbo.
In an unrelated matter, a hearty pit to all the 13-year-old girls who gave the no-talent hack, Miley Cyrus, status as an actress and singer. If only you’d demand more sophistication and talent in your appreciation of the performing arts.
So every fucking morning at 6 sharp one of the roommates alarms goes off and he doesn’t fucking wake up for another 20-30 minutes EVERY FUCKING MORNING. Get a new alarm or something if that doesn’t wake you fuck up. I swear I’m gonna take a hose to the window one of these days.
Last time I picked my mom up at the airport, I happened to walk past the Departures gate for overseas flights. It looked (and sounded) like everyone waiting in line there had a nice, young baby with healthy lungs. I think I’ll take a boat if I ever want to go overseas.
One is forced to wonder if you mean that because you’ll have more room to avoid screaming children, or because you’ll have the option of tossing screaming children overboard.
On a similar note, I pit my brain for making me dream of Miley Cyrus the other night. I actively avoid Hannah Montana shit and that prepubescent bimbo still invades my head.
So, I stepped on something and rolled my ankle a bit this morning. Didn’t hurt at all while I was walking barefoot around the house, after the initial “Ow, WTF?”
'cept then I put my shoes on and go out to do the shopping. Not even ten metres down the road, my ankle starts hurting. But the shopping needs to be done.
Now the damnable thing is aching abominably. WTF have I done to it?
Freakin hell! 50kpm on the freeway on-ramp. You know fucking what? Your sticker that says, “PUT CHRIST BACK INTO CHRISTMAS”? Well guess fucking what? You just did. Singlefuckinghandedly.
I spent three hours shoveling out my car this morning, only to have my landlord apparently not bother to get our driveway plowed. It’s a shared driveway and parking lot for the whole building, and it is not my responsibility to call someone to plow it.
They promised to have it cleaned up, but at 10pm when I had to leave for work it still wasn’t.
I’m tempted to call someone and send him a bill with the rent check next week. I need to get my car out so I can get to work!
Fuck you, whoever produced Microsoft Document Explorer (my guess is Microsoft). I accidentally pressed F1 in Visual Studio and it spent 10 billion centuries doing a “help update”, locking up Visual Studio while doing it. Meanwhile, I’ve already googled for the information I’m after, but I can’t do anything with it until Document Explorer unlocks Visual Studio. So I figured I might as well post a mini-rant.
Ahh, it’s unlocked now, so I can continue pretending to work.
Like a good little computer user I did all my updates this week, re-started my computer, the whole she-bang, and now Safari craps out if I open more than one window at a time (like if I want to email a lolcat to someone). Today has been better - it only crapped out unexpectedlly when I had a nice and complicated post ready to go and unsaved. :rolleyes: I hate doing updates to my computer that make it worse than it was before (like adding Genius to iTunes - now it takes 2 minutes for iTunes to start up because it’s figuring out all my Genius correlations for me). Thanks for nothing, update-generating people.
I’ve been so depressed today I didn’t do a thing at work. There’s just so much to do, and half of it being plain impossible, I just sit and look at it. When I try to do it, even such a simple thing as making a call and getting no answer derails me. Some people don’t have jobs right now…I need to suck it up and deal.
Also, my husband’s been in a rotten mood for several days and says he doesn’t know why. But he’s being very difficult to get along with, slamming things around and heaving giant sighs. Sometimes I can get him back to normal if I work at it for a while, and then suddenly he’s irritable again. He quit smoking and went off the Chantix about two weeks ago, but I think he needs to start at least one of them up again. This morning, the very first thing he said to me, before my alarm had even stopped ringing: “Do you see any reason why your daughter is taking a twenty minute long shower?” I’m lying there thinking, “Terrific. It’s going to be another one of those days.”
Furthermore, I’m on the rag and the cramps are cutting me in half. If I thought I could cry, I’d go in the bathroom and try it right about now.
