Hallmark wouldn’t go for it, but I sure as hell would!
Pollen is a four letter word.
Mother Nature is off her meds again. I know the South Dakota state slogan is ‘Land of Infinite Variety’, but Ma Nature doesn’t have to take it so literally. Over the weekend, we had snowstorms with some places getting over a foot and a half with accompanying blizzard warnings in the west to tornadoes and straight line winds and thunderstorm warnings in the east. Half of one small town was wiped out by a tornado yesterday morning.
I’m in too.
Also, yes on the weather. it is now summer in Albany NY. On April 24th, it snowed (heavy flurries.) It is scheduled to be 84 today with 51% humidity.
I am not complaining! It was a long hard winter and I love summer, even with the humidity. But my tulips are indeed very confused and I was hoping for at least a week of spring…?
Cousin, it’s great that you are so proud of your baby. She is really cute, I won’t disagree.
But, we need to have a talk about how certain apps work. SnapChat is somewhat of a strange choice to post your baby photos, but I’m not one to judge. That being said, you need to realize that there are two options for sharing.
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You can either post pictures to “your story,” meaning that they will be view-able for 24 hours from when you post it. While there is a countdown, the photos can be viewed as many times as a person wants, within the 24 hours.
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You can send pictures to individual users, which means that the picture can only be seen by the specific users you choose, and only for the length of your choosing. A user will get notifications that you have sent them a message.
There is absolutely no need to both send it directly to a person and also post it to “your story.” Especially when you take dozens of baby photos per day, causing my phone to be in a state of constant vibration. Trust that I will check the app once per day, so none of your photos will go unnoticed.
Also, if you really like the photos, why not post them on Facebook so that everyone can see them, for a period longer than 24 hours?
(And yes, I know I can turn notifications off, but there are other users who send me pictures and I like to be notified when they do so.
Dear cat, half a mouse is NOT better than none! EEEEEEEEEWWWWWW!!!
Was it the bottom half?
What, every YEAR?
Why not just forgive her once, and get a receipt?
No. The top complete with head and belly guts. Dude has been grinning and purring at me all afternoon.
Goldman Sachs released a report recently about the Millennial generation.
Not much news there, possibly useful as a social barometer for the next few decades, for those who care about such things.
But…
Looking further into the report, I see that some butt-munch has decided to call my daughter’s generation (those born 2001 and later) the “Homeland Generation”, which is so wrong on so many levels it makes my skin crawl…
- It’s cumbersome and doesn’t roll off the tongue.
- It brings to mind swastikas, nationalistic rallies filled with tens-of-thousands of chanting yahoos, and other charming images of the mid 20th-century.
- It completely over-emphasizes the impact of the 9/11 attacks on this generation. It may be a “before/after” event for people born prior to 9/11/2001, but not so much for those born after.
To me, the obvious name for the kids today, in aggregate, is “iGen”. Mobile, handheld computers have a far greater impact on my daughter’s life, and those of her friends, than the WTC attacks.
Anyway… that’s my minirant of the day. Down with “Homeland Generation”, up with “iGen”!
Grammar rant time!
I’ve been watching a documentary series on Netflix called, “Myth Hunters”. I don’t know if it’s BBC-produced, but the narrators are British.
A number of the episodes are about searches for lost treasures of one sort or another, and I’ve heard now, at least three times, the narrator describe the treasure hunter following clues and “honing in” on the lost whatsit.
“hoNing in”? Really? “Honing” is a near synonym for “sharpening”. You hone a knife blade.
What you mean is “hoMing in”. As with homing pigeons. Or homing devices/beacons. You have enough clues that you think you’re getting very close to your goal; you’re “homing in” on it.
That was funny! I stickered idiot driver’s truck on Friday. Today, he was parked in the back of the lot sans stickers but still taking up 2 spots. I know this because I park back there as well (in one spot). I have no problem walking through the parking lot, but some folks do, which is why I didn’t want said idiot parking in the good spots.
Tony, again. He doesn’t pay rent, we pay the mortgage on the townhouse. All we expect for him is that he pays his utilities and keeps the place up. His water got shut off today. Why, you ask? Well, because he always waits until the very last minute to go and buy a money order to put in the mail. He’s got the money to pay his bills early, he should have paid last month’s bill, and who in this day and age depends on money orders and the post office to get their bills paid?
According to Tony, banks are all controlled by the government (from which he gets his money), they monitor his spending and computers can’t be trusted except for porn. :smack: OK, he didn’t actually say that porn was safe, I just know that he thinks its safe because I have to clean his comp 3-4 times a year.
We have it every year for the people who still haven’t, like First Communions.
That ain’t grammar, it’s vocabulary usage - or vocabulary misuse, take your pick. But it ain’t grammar.
Ah, Tony sounds like my Uncle John. Crazy, mostly. Last month, Uncle J’s SUV broke down - largely because a Kia Sorrento isn’t designed to haul the load that Uncle J carries in his vehicles. (In addition to all of his “bargains” from coupon shopping, etc., we know for a fact that there are thousands of dollars in coins in the car. Ten rolls each of uncirculated quarters from each state and territory, plus ten rolls each of the presidential coins. Are you aware that a roll of quarters weighs about half a pound?) Anyway, a few days after Uncle J’s auto disaster, he was at the emergency room because he fainted from low blood sugar. A few days later, it was a urinary tract infection. Uncle J doesn’t eat at home - he relies on restaurants and family to feed him - and without wheels, he ate and drank so little that he nearly had to be admitted to the hospital. So, Ma loans Uncle J her own vehicle, because she had free use of my brother’s pickup. A month later, Uncle J is still driving Ma’s van.
Meanwhile, after the truck broke, Uncle J asked my mom to put a bag in her safe. The contents? $21,000 in cash, which had been riding around in his truck with him. My mom’s sister has $17,000 of Uncle J’s cash in her safe, from the last vehicle that died of the same cause. And Uncle J is balking at spending money to replace his SUV, because he’s too poor.
Apparently, at the end of each month, Uncle J withdraws all of the money from his checking account (where his disability/retirement checks are direct deposited at the beginning of the month.) Because Uncle J doesn’t want anyone from the government (which pays him that money each month, through Social Security and the Veteran’s Administration) to know he has any money. Frankly, I’m a lot more worried about the local idiots learning that a 77-year-old man is driving around with thousands of dollars in cash in his vehicle…
I’ve told Ma that, if she dies before Uncle J and leaves him for me to take care of? I’ll be forced to dig up my mom and kill her again or something. Crazy old coot.
Ready to beat my own Tony upside the head right now, too. Three times in the past week, he has adamantly argued against a statement made on the news. When a quick Google proved the the news was correct and he was quite, quite wrong? He got mad and acted like I’m a big poopyhead for fact-checking.
Born at least ten years prior, I’d say. My oldest nephew was 3 in 2001 and he doesn’t remember anything about the way things were before that.
Of Course he is! He gave you the best half! He’s showing his love!
And I mean that seriously. My barn cat always ate the top half and left the bottom half for later, or not at all. The head, brains and all that are the best parts, according to cats.
I want you to know I LOL’d at the “receipt” comment.
I wholeheartedly concur with your logic, but your suggestion means that an entire generation of citizens gets an Apple corporate branding. I suppose that might be a feature, not a bug – it’s evocative of the pervasive branding that’s saturated our culture.
Well, unless he thinks the government is directly producing/providing the porn, then … I guess his paranoia maintains internal logic.
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[li]Money comes from the governement = $ is bad[/li][li]Porn does not come from the gov’t = porn OK![/li][/ul]
Which conjures up interesting mental images of Soviet-communist style populist porn, with bleak wintery landscapes and all the actors are equally interchangeable.
Ah, the SDMB, where someone can nitpick a nitpick, and it’s all OK. I reallyreallyreally wish there was a typo in your post, though, so I could nitpick your nitpick of that nitpick.
Fuck off and die, laryngitis. You too, pregnancy hot flashes.
Aw, shucks.
Now I have to admit that I stole that from Vonnegut.
How about our brave cat who caught a mouse in our attached garage, carried it into the house when someone opened the door, and let the mouse go free in our sunroom.
I’d rather have half a mouse than a whole live one running around.
It got caught under a rug. I got out a hammer, and yes the four year old granddaughter saw what happened next; it was pretty bloody.