Ravenman, this is why I just put it on the corner, post the address and tell people to just come get it and don’t leave my email. For good measure toss a “Free” sign on it. This is of course done when it isn’t raining or during a blizzard so it might not be possible in DC at the moment. 95% of the time I’ll go grab a bite to eat and said stuff will be gone by the time I get back.
I knew about the ability to put custom titles up there - I was wondering specifically about the “Cecil’s Own Angel of Death”.
Ah hah. “She who pulls the plug on the Banned Ones,” perhaps?
Long, long ago, in the early days of the web SDMB, Cecil declared me to be his very own Angel of Death, and it’s been a title that I’ve worn proudly ever since. I was the moderator who first banned a troll, and for a long time, I was the one who banned most of the spammers.
Ah! OK, I promise to be good!
edges away slowly
Dear Small Business Owners:
As a special service, the Get-A-Fucking-Clue Foundation would like to provide a hint that will yield you more customers and income.
If you list a phone number for your business, treat calls coming to it in a professional way. For instance, it projects a somewhat businesslike image if you answer your phone “Hello, this is Guy With A Shovel Snow Removal Service, how may I help you?”.
Contrast that approach with the alternative, in which the prospective customer calls, the phone is picked up, and the customer hears a confused babble of voices that is either coming from a TV or a re-enactment of Jonestown, with a faint hullo? superimposed over it, so that it is barely possibly to infer that a semi-sentient life form is trying to communicate. Under such circumstances, the caller is wont to hang up in disgust.
The GAFCF hopes this has been of assistance.
To the jerks on the road to Costco yesterday:
You can see people shoveling snow everywhere here now. Admittedly, not from a porch roof, but it really didn’t look all that different than somebody shoveling snow from anywhere else. So why did you all have to slow down to have a look?
I want to find all those people who rhapsodize about how it’s so wonderful to experience “four seasons”, or so terrible not to. I want to make them shovel the walkways around my house. After they do that, they can start on the fucking glacier in the alleyway behind my house, that the city allegedly plows.
I’ve never seen snow. I offer to help for one day.
Your city plows alleys? My city doesn’t even plow the ferschlugginer roads.
There’s a list:
There still is no coffee fairy.
You (and you know who you are) gave me 30 minutes to do something that ideally takes 60 to get through and normally takes 90 (because there are usually 30 minutes of interruptions). I pull it off in 32 (actually, I pull it off in 17, and to your credit, you only did 15 minutes of interruptions) and now you’re saying I seemed rushed? Well - DUH.
Nothing makes your day like having your mechanic tell you that it’s not worth trying to repair your car… why couldn’t this happen in the summer when I’d have more money to put into buying another car? 
Please learn the difference between “he’s nice to me!” and “he’s a good person!” A good person treats people other than his friends with honesty and respect, whereas your friend is just a twit and deserves the scorn being heaped upon him.
Screw these stupid quarters on my desk! It’s laundry day so I have my quarters set out, but they look so shiny that I can’t resist playing with them. And then I get my hands all nasty and money-smelly. And then I wash my hands to get the smell off. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat.
So wash the quarters. 
Dude! Just because you’re a young married kid who can’t afford a damn thing (because your wife is still in college and not working at all) doesn’t mean other people can’t afford stuff! Stop commenting on how anything anyone buys is so expensive! The last straw for me was this morning, when a very nice lady from another department came by holding a bag. Dude thought it had food inside, and inquired about it. The lady responded by opening the bag to show us the handmade crafts she had purchased at a church fair this weekend. Before she even mentioned a price, Dude began lecturing her on how expensive the crafts must have been, stopping just short of telling her that she could have gotten them cheaper at Wal-mart. She didn’t deserve that!
But money laundering is illegal!
[sub]Ask for travel costs! Ask for travel costs![/sub]
He’s going to grow up to be the kind of guy who expects you to be impressed by his credit card.
I was thinking about something similar a while ago - my husband and I are in our forties now, and we’re kind of comfortable. I made a conscious decision not to feel bad or guilty about that - we’ve both put in our time at the soul-sucking, shit-eating jobs. We’re not at the same place as a young college-aged couple, and that’s how it’s supposed to be.