No, dammit! My computer crashed a couple of weeks ago and I decided to replace it rather than try to fix it. The new one came with Windows 8, which I am starting to get used to but still don’t like.
My girls turned 17 today and I want to know who the hell allowed that to happen! Things need to just slow the fuck down already.
I pit “Remember Memorial Day is about more than just hot dogs and hamburgers, you ingrate American fat slobs” Guy.
Just saw a guy in mirrored sunglasses get out of his Mustang with a personalized LP that said “The Faz”. Why not just get the plate to say what you really are: “The Douche”
I’ve learned to tolerate it…my Start screen is a huge, constantly refreshing sea of news feed apps, weather apps, and the built-in photo app. All the software I used under Windows 7 still works with Windows 8.1, and my wireless printer works somewhat better now (probably because I took the time to download the most current drivers).
I’ll never understand why the computer’s settings are now scattered all over the place, or why anyone thought it would be a good idea to mix forced full-screen apps (Metro apps?) with regular programs that are forced to run in traditional windows. Also, the sleep/hibernate feature is seemingly random now; simple things like an antivirus program popping up a reminder box causes the system to ignore its sleep settings.
The vicious side of me sort of wishes they would install this at work…I remember how traumatic the transition from XP to 7 was, and I think the change to 8 or 8.1 would be amusing. (Disclaimer: I don’t work in I.T.)
My daughter has been singing this idiotic ditty about llama’s for the past month or so and, for some reason, today is the day it decided to lodge itself in my brain, with no end in sight.
“Happy llama, sad llama, mentally disturbed llama…”
I, for one, like Windows 8. Of course, I set mine up so that it would boot to desktop, removing a WHOLE MOUSE CLICK to do so, but yeah, I don’t have any problem with it.
The good news is that the cat found the mouse. The bad news is that he let go of the mouse and it is under the couch right now. I think.
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If it’s the one I’m thinking of, now it’ll be stuck in my head all night.
And for those who aren’t familiar or who just want a refresher.
I pit JohnT, Emily, and Projammer, for obvious reasons…
But on the bright side, my spasm of energetic outdoor activity has continued, and the porch, siding, shutters, and windows are now scrubbed, one bit of siding is repaired*, and I’ve even obtained a grill, just in time to piss off that one Guy who thinks it’s horrible of me to cook out on Memorial Day. Because I’m a fat American slob.
*I can’t repair the other bit yet, nor scrub around it, because wrens have built a nest in the old electrical box attached to the house. The box isn’t used at all, and was only in place still because I told my brother he could have it as soon as he comes to remove it. This marks my seventh straight year of having a wrens’ nest in/on my home - garages, carports, etc. The babies should be hatching any time now! 
I hate the (seemingly) recent phenomenon of people misusing the term “literally.” It’s pervasive.
Example: “I literally woke up at 5am this morning.” Unnecessary. I woke up at 5am this morning is all that is needed. The term “literally” is usually reserved to describe something that happens actually when otherwise it is an idiom. It’s literally raining cats and dogs (cats and dogs are falling from the sky). I literally pulled his leg, meaning I actually tugged his leg. Stop abusing the term “literally” you fucks.
One of the few positive contributions to society made by Dude Bros is the phrase “straight up” and it works so much better than mis-using poor old “literally.” If I want to bitch, not about the fact that I woke up, but that it was the asscrack of dawn when I did so, “I straight up woke at five in the fucking morning” works better to my ear.
Er… no.
I wholeheartedly and literally agree with this…
gd&r
Yet another failure of a remake. I had thought your ‘mentally disturbed llama’ comment was just for the purpose of your post. Oh well. Carry on.
Not being wise in the ways of llama songs, I was unaware the one my daughter was singing was a remake. 
I don’t know. I was talking with a college student and I felt compelled to start counting the “likes” and “literallys.” A college student. She was confused when I started raising fingers. Then I told her why.
I literally feel like the English language is being reduced to five words, like.
If by recent, you mean the17th century, I’m right with you. No one crabbed at Mark Twain when he had Tom Sawyer “literally rolling in wealth”.
I would like to rant about would be pedants who attempt to restrict the English language with rules that soothe their sense of how it should be used. What are we, the French?
Not that “literally” isn’t overused, like a million times a day, literally (and it’s sad that we don’t know if the preceding use is figurative or strictly literal).
I tend to use the word “literally” literally.
My favourite mis-use of the word literally was when I heard a bartender tell someone about a time when he was “literally shit-faced.” I hope the bartender was just talking about being really drunk.
Or, if we are going to play Being Picky About Usage, we could also point out that the “am” in your example sentence is unnecessary. If it was 5 AND this morning, it was most certainly 5 am.
My father would’ve been all over this one, anyway.