Dear Driver who was in front of me today at an intersection.
I understand you had a line of cars turning left that meant you could turn right safely, so you wanted to go. But that was no reason to do that weird starting and stopping thing you were doing, so that the two kids who were crossing in the crosswalk and preventing you from proceeding were staring at you, obviously fearful that your whackadoodle behavior meant you might at any moment floor it and run them down. I don’t blame them at all. I blame you.
Then the kids clear the crosswalk, and you still have a line of cars turning left, so what do you do? Turn right? NO, you just SIT THERE. Like a fucking idiot. I want a chance to turn right, too, while the left turn cars are protecting me. But you’re just sitting there, doing nothing. Or maybe you were waiting to see if aliens were coming down to snatch you up and anally probe you. 'Cause that’s how they know who the idiot bumpkins are that they like to probe. They watch their driving.
They didn’t get you right then, but I’m sure the aliens will get you sooner or later. Because you’re an idiot.
It is asinine enough that you are sitting in the lockerroom, spraying your aerosol foot spray on, around others. But. It is unbelievably asinine when you realize that the asthmatic sitting at the end of the locker bay (= me) is coughing because of the foot powder fog you’ve generated… and you keep spraying away.
It is far beyond asinine for you to then say “Ooh, sorry, the wind is in that direction.”
Spraying chemicals around other people is rude. Do that crap at home.
Spraying chemicals around people whom you know it is harming is grounds for a beatin’.
Blaming it on the wind? DIPSHIT, WE’RE INSIDE! THERE IS NO “WIND” IN A LOCKER ROOM!!!
As an Australian, I can assure her that Tasmania does **not **have a world-wide reputation for quality coffee.
It does, however, produce marvellous cheeses and cream. Perhaps she can add those to her ever-increasing display of Things Customers Probably Don’t Need.
Holy fuck, I itch. I went and got the things that I was recommended to get in my thread about itching (except the manicure gloves, which I really regret right now).
If I had had any clue my doctor’s visit was going to end this way, I’d have rescheduled. This itching and the bandaging better not interfere with my boyfriend’s visit from Philly this weekend, or worse, all the goddamn packing I have to get done in the next week.
OTOH, thank GOD for friends who are willing to help out with bandages, even if it seems a little early in the friendship for asking for that kind of help. I have no idea how in holy hell I’m supposed to change the bandages on my back on my own.
Ok, the radio in the vehicle at work has 6 preset station buttons, which can go between FM1 and FM2, for a total of 12 preset stations. So why must every other fucking employee set both FM1 and FM2 to the same damn six staions!!??!! I set FM1 how I like, figuring others can use FM2. The next day they are both the same again, so I set FM2 to my stations, figuring maybe others wanted FM1. Next day, yep, both set to the same fucking thing!
Do they not realize the big button labeled “FM1/FM2” changes between the two? Do they not care? And why must they constantly overwright my NPR preset for some fucking hillbilly country station?! Get some culture you mouthbreathing simpletons!!
Yesterday was just general irritableness. Today is crushing despair, tiredness, dizziness and general irritableness. Not helped by the fact that I’ve been to god knows how many job interviews and keep getting knocked back.
I turned on the TV today and saw a big blue screen saying “You now need an iO digital cable box to see this channel.”
A quick survey of the channels showed that they decimated the lineup, to the truest sense of the word. Many were the cruft I couldn’t care less about. My wife was upset that we can’t get TLC now. They zapped A&E. Kids didn’t like seeing Cartoon Network go.
A similar thing happened about a year ago, when a dozen or so channels simply disappeared. CourtTV vanished, and I called to ask what was up. The guy smoothly explained that they were silently removed as part of their “bandwidth reclamation project”
He kept feigning an air of amazement and puzzlement that I was not overjoyed when he offered to give me a cable box for one year free.
Of course, I’ll feel better when Cablevision prorates my monthly fees based on the number of channels they cut from the lineup I signed up for a decade ago. Surely they will do that, right?
And I’m going to have to rent a separate cable box for each TV now. Nice!
And there are so many great “packages” available that package up all of my communication needs in one bundle that has a nice cheap loss-leader rate and then goes up.
Going without TV is actually seeming like a valid option at this point
This election is going to destroy my marriage. From the beginning, mr.stretch has supported Hillary, mainly as an extension of Bill because he certainly has not done any research on the candidates. I have not supported her because I don’t like her. She has not been my candidate at any point of this race, and heaven forfend that she should get the VP spot.
Although my husband was sure that I would vote for her because of my pink parts, I have tried to explain to him that some of us are a little more nuanced than that. Some of us actually go and find out more information on issues, and look at the context of remarks.
As an added bonus, my husband is very taken in by sound bites. Can’t talk with him on any issue, because he believes whatever comes out of Hillary’s mouth at the current point in time. However, Obama is held to a much higher standard…no [del]backpedalling[/del] clarification allowed for him.
I tried to keep the arguments to a minimum by stating that although I’m not a Democrat, I would vote for whichever Dem got the nod because I’m very afraid of an additional term of Republican shenanigans. I tried not to discuss politics with mr.stretch. I asked him not to pick fights with me, saying we obviously disagree on this election but it’s okay that we are not in lockstep.
Last night, mr.stretch said the words I was dreading, “My problem with Obama is that he is black.” Aw, crap. Why did you have to go and do that?!? I knew that my husband was trending more and more towards bigotry and racism, but I wish he hadn’t said that and proved he is an ass. How do you stay married to someone who thinks that way? I try to give him a pass because he is bi-polar and the crazy is strong in him. But that’s pretty hard to give a pass to.
My life is falling to shit, and now my husband is a fucker. WAH!
I feel you, stretch. Mr. Tea is trending that way re: the entire Muslim nation, apparently, and he doesn’t even have The Crazy to blame for it. Naturally, it doesn’t help that him voting Democrat would be like asking the sky to turn to a big bowl of raspberry jell-o for my personal amusement.
We were in Wal-Mart (shutupshutupshutup) a couple of days ago, checking out, and there was a young lady in the aisle next to us having a conversation with the checker closing his drawer. They were obviously friends, having a friendly conversation, as he was getting ready to end his shift. They were not speaking English. She ends the conversation with “Allah akhbar” and walks off, smiling.
My beloved husband glares at her over his shoulder until she’s out of sight, giving her that “I’ve discovered that you are The Enemy” look. Wow, thinks me, now my afternoon has just taken a turn for the worse. How exciting.
Because these rants are supposed to be micro, I’ll cut this off with - apparently he was just trying to express “incredulity” that she would express such an “unusual” religious phrase in a place he wasn’t expecting it. I told him he came across as a raging asshole and it made me mad. Overall, it was a very productive conversation. So, at least something good came out of it.
Okay, this is a tiny rant because I’m feeling just a tiny bit bitchy. This truly isn’t directed at any one person here but just FYI, if your post is a big honking long single paragraph of dense text with no breaks, so long I can’t see the end of it without scrolling down, I’m not reading it. I don’t care if it’s a announcement that you’ve decided to give your multi-million fortune away to the first 50 people who post asking for it – if that fact is in the 35th sentence of a 90-sentence long solid single paragraph post, I’ll never know it because I’m not reading it.
Now, I realize that the vast majority of people don’t give the single smallest shit about my opinion in this regard, and I also realize that I have a remedy, which is to just skip those posts. Which I do. But it seems to me that if you’re just looking to post some meandering stream of consciousness blathering, you should get a blog. If OTOH you’re looking to actually communicate something to other people, then you should try to organize your thoughts and present them in a way that doesn’t require the reader to wade through a thicket of blah blah in the hope that you’ll eventually have a point. Feel free to continue to post that way if you want, just be advised that some people will never hear what you’re trying to say, because they’re skipping your posts.
Holy fuck migraine. Why do you only appear when I have things to do? All those other lazy summer days I could spend in bed, I feel great. But today, when I have errands and work, you must afflict me with a particularly bad headache centering around my right eye. Die in a fire, fucking migraine. If only I could afford to get tests ran on my head and get some wonderful Imitrex or something…
Fuck allergies. I swear I must be allergic to breathing. I wake up with my nose running so I take a Claritin. Good old Claritin, stops the sniffles and doesn’t make me groggy.
Except the last couple of days. Well, I’ve got no way of knowing if its the drugs or the allergies, but the fact remains that I’m brain dead and groggy and then I get to go to work but I’m too out of it to do any of the standing projects. Then I get home and I’m still too groggy to do anything that takes brain power.
This morning you said you’d like to leave early and you’d keep me posted. It’s our usual shtick, and it normally works quite nicely.
Now, in my books, 4:30pm or sooner qualifies as early. Anything between then and 5:30 qualifies as on time, and probably wouldn’t have required an update. However, it is now nearly 6:30pm and I’m still sitting here wondering what the hell the plan is for tonight - especially since you haven’t bothered to respond to EITHER of the pins I sent you on your Blackberry.
WTF? If you left early and forgot me, I’d be pissed, but a heads up would be nice. Same goes if you’re stuck late and don’t know when you’ll be done.
So fuck you very much. All my alternate carpools have left for the day (though I might’ve stood a chance if I’d known you were stranding me here sometime before 5:30pm) and it’ll be 2hrs on the bus at a minimum.
…and to make it doubly annoying, I went and forgot my book at home, which means I’ve got nothing to occupy me for that 2hr bus ride besides my seething anger.
AND I’ll miss the first bit of So You Think You Can Dance.
