Half that, and half we end up deleting stuff. It’s mostly just in winter, anyway, and the viewing season is getting shorter and shorter. In summer I think all we’ll be recording is Craig Ferguson, which we often watch while we eat dinner.
You don’t bring your dogs to a funeral, even your ex-husband’s. (You were there to “support” your adult daughter, the deceased’s only child.) Option A: Don’t go. Option B: Go, but leave the dogs at home. And you can be precious about foofy little dogs, but anyone who’s precious about a rambunctious (but sweet) golden retriever is an idiot.
I love dogs, but these two spent a total of 8 hours in the SUV with only minor snack / walk / drink breaks. One walk break was in the cemetery during the interment. There were a lot of mourners competing for King or Queen of Low-Class (1970s Concert T-Shirt-Wearer, Chain-Smoker, etc.), but you won! I had to remind their loving owner to check on them periodically as they sat in a car parked in full sunlight for hours with a tiny bit of water (they survived). It was inappropriate towards the people and unfair on the dogs.
OWOWOWOW! I just stabbed my finger a good one while loading the dishwasher. Then I cleaned it out with rubbing alcohol because it’s a deep cut; then I went and lay down before I passed out. I thought I was over passing out when I cut myself, but apparently not. That is such a weird reaction; the cut doesn’t bother me, the blood doesn’t bother me, the pain doesn’t bother me; I just pass out anyway.
I just got a tetanus booster last summer - yay!
Your IRL name doesn’t happen to be Isabella Swan, does it?
Hah! I had to go look that up - no, I’m not in love with any mopey, glittering vampires. 
I pit myself, this morning, for being that guy and bad customer combined. The most common convenience store in this area (Turkey Hill) is discontinuing their bargain-basement sub-sub-generic cigarette brand. Guess what I smoke? I go in before work and see if they have a carton still available. No dice…they don’t even have PACKS at this point. I start grumbling and ask (not very nicely) for two packs of Basics, which are supposed to be generic but cost $5 a pack. As the clerk’s walking back to the register with them, I say, “Looks like Sheetz is going to be getting my money from now on”.
I’d like to say I apologized to the clerk because, you know, he totally cares where I spend my cigarette money. Unfortunately, I was still miffed at the store for discontinuing MY brand (a miff that lasted about 1/2 hour into my workday), so no, I did not apologize.
Not proud of myself…
If he and/or his managers are at all concerned about good customer service (which they should be, but I doubt), that’s exactly the kind of thing they should want to hear from their customers; well, from the “getting feedback” side, not from the “we actually want to hear you’re going to go somewhere else” end. You might have been a little blunt about it, but you weren’t rude, IMO.
Back in high school/college when I was on any job working a register, I would have wanted to know if someone was going to stop patronizing the place because of an item we stopped carrying, so I could pass it on to whoever was doing the purchasing. Which isn’t to say it would make a dif if it was just one person, but if enough people had the same reaction, it could very well have an impact.
jayjay, your brand isn’t “Broncos,” is it?
Sundance. It’s really only “my brand” because it’s so cheap and Turkey Hills are so convenient to my house-to-work route. I have to go about an extra mile to get to a Sheetz for Jacks.
Oh, I was just curious. I smoke Broncos, which are also cheap, but apparently they are being pulled off the market. I thought maybe that’s what was happening with you, too.
Sorry about the hijack, all!
Fuck Oprah for saying that Roger Ebert’s wife “refused to let him die.” If that worked, I would have sure as hell done it. What an idiot. His wife may have given him a reason to continue to enjoy life, but she didn’t save him from cancer. Think before you open your big fat piehole!
I don’t see that happening any time soon.
Why is it that 95% of all infant clothing sold in this country seems to be so tasteless and stupid? If it’s not painfully in-your-face about gender (I’M A BOY! I’M A BOY! LOOKIT THE BASEBALLS AND TRUCKS AND IT’S ALL IN BLUE AND BROWN!!) or equipped with cute!sayings! that are at best witty for five seconds (“Party in my crib!”), it’s plastered with Licensed[sup]®[/sup] Goddamn[sup]©[/sup] Characters™. Or it’s in white or very pale pastels, the better to show stains. Or all of the above. Can I please have some plain solid bright colors? At not-designer prices?
…No? Fuck. Oh, well. I guess I can dye up some white onesies.
Back in the early 90’s, I had some friends who had a dog that was horribly badly behaved and actively hated by every member of our social circuit. Then one summer we all made plans to go to the BWCA*. These friends were absolutely INSISTENT that they were bringing their dogs, over everyone’s vehement objections. We knew that damned dog would piss on and chew on our tents, destroy anything we left unattended, steal or chew up every bit of food it could get at and constantly run off at the drop of a hat.
How did we get them to NOT take the dog?
We told them flat out that the very first time the dog went running off into the woods, the rest of us were going to continue on as if nothing happened and leave the dog behind - and them too** if they insisted on going after it. I vaguely recall someone else suggesting that the dog might just “disappear” during the trip too.
Yeah, they weren’t happy about it, but they didn’t bring the damned dog.
- Boundary Waters Canoe Area, a one million acre wilderness area in northern Minnesota on the border with Canada.
** We’ll leave you your canoe and personal pack, but we keep the food and other gear. Good luck.
Well, that’s two hours of my life I’ll never get back. I don’t know who’s to blame - the temp agency for not qualifying the job properly, or the company for not being clear about what they’re looking for, but the job I interviewed for this morning is definitely not for me. It isn’t a crime for someone with lots of experience and skills to want a part-time, easy job; I don’t have to work at a full-time, complicated, stressful job just because I can. We don’t need the money, and I don’t need the stress.
To my dumbass students who copy the answers to the odd-numbered problems out of the back of the book on their math homework: at least have the brains not to write the words “The answers will vary” as your answer to #23. :smack:
If they were that smart, they wouldn’t have to copy the answers.
See also: The students in the introductory programming course I graded who would copy off their friends… who were *also *terrible programmers. So you could tell who they’d copy off of because their programs would have the same errors. :smack:
Mom. Dad.
I’m trying to share news with you because you seem interested in this PhD application process. It would help if you stopped being such dumb shits about the whole thing.
Regards,
me
Try Etsy. I see some truly adorable baby stuff on there.
So is meteorology a real science? Because it seems to be just some guy standing out on his porch and saying “might rain later”.
If I was king of the world, I’d string them up by their ankles.