We learned NOTHING from the senseless violence and pure abuse. And loved it.
By this you mean he’s rapping now? That I can get behind. Wait, actually I’d want to hear that. Once.
All my co-workers are home today, shitting and puking their brains out.
Those lucky bastards!
Hey, that’s a SEVEN page thread, and FinnAgain doesn’t even appear on the first page. Could you spend a sentence or two to describe what kind of idiocy he’s engaging in? Or link to an actual post of his or something.
I don’t know about you all, but I learned how to make a perfectly good ice-skating rink in my kitchen by watching Tom & Jerry. 
Well, no. He has a show on the Sundance Channel called Spectacles. He hosts and interviews people. In the most recent episode, the tables were turned, and he was the subject of the interview, with Mary-Louise Parker taking hosting duties from him. In explaining this and introducing her, he was talking over music his band was playing, and in rhythm, and it was… just not good. I love Elvis, but even his formidable talents have limits. His aim was not true.
It would appear that in order to apprehend FinnAgain’s putative idiocy, one would need to understand what the thread is about. I’m not yet persuaded that it is worth the effort.
Update: the anti-septic mouthwash tastes like a robot shit in my mouth. Double-gah.
To the waste-of-air sonuvabitch who thought it was cool to walk across the crosswalk after the light had already changed to red:
I COULD HAVE KILLED YOU, YOU STUPID SHIT-FOR-BRAINS! The middle lane was empty and my light turned green while I was on approach, so I didn’t slow down. Imagine my utter shock when I pass by the car that was sitting in the left lane and I see you, the fucking rules-defying idiot, less than a foot away from my bumper. Between the fact that you were hidden in front of the other car and it was at night, there was no way I could have seen you in time to stop. THIS IS WHY YOU PAY ATTENTION TO THE FUCKING WALK SIGNAL. You didn’t even have the grace to duck back or look ashamed; you just kept on walking like there was nothing fucking wrong. God fucking damn.
Is this that mouthwash that the hygienist hands you, with a stern look and even sterner instructions to be more vigilant? The expensive stuff?
It helps, a lot, if you don’t rinse with water afterwards. Water seems to activate more of the bad-taste elements in the mouthwash. It’ll still taste like shit, mind you, it just won’t taste as bad, and it won’t last as long.
If your dentist or hygienist has mentioned deep cleaning and pockets in regards to your gums, you have my sympathy. I had to get my gums anesthetized in order to get mine cleaned. However, after the treatment (which took four sessions) my teeth and gums are much less sensitive.
Chlorhexadine. It’s like the anti-nom. UGH! I agree never swish with water, it only makes it 10 times worse. Luckily (?), it made me salivate in buckets, so that helped wash the taste away. But mostly, I recommend cursing at cruel fate.
Ironically, it used to be a lot cheaper when it non-prescription. Same for my prescription-strength toothpaste (formerly known as prevident). Used to be I could get 2 tubes for a $5 or $10 generics copay. Now, one tube is $12.
I also remember learning the Ride of the Valkyries from Bugs Bunny. Of course, I didn’t know or care that it was Wagner at the time, and when I heard it at the symphony for the first time, I earned some irate stares from the more cultured elite when I leaned over to my mom and said with a delighted squeal, “Hey, it’s the Bugs Bunny song!”
Yup, it’s clorhexidine (and he did warn me not to rinse afterwards). Here’s hoping for good results after all this kerfuffle (I guess it must be a deep cleaning he’s doing - that isn’t what I wanted, but I guess he figures it’s what I need).
Note to big name musical star. Just like Toto you are not in Kansas. Unlike Toto you probably haven’t been there recently.
Why? Well, you flew into town and landed at the international airport. Your limo brought you into the Plaza area and dropped you off at your hotel which is a few blocks from the Sprint center where you will perform. All of these locations are in Kansas City. All of these locations are in MISSOURI!.
Yes! Isn’t that surprising? Kansas City is in Missouri. There is a Kansas City, Kansas and its very nice place but you aren’t in it.
So after your big opening number, when the crowd is enthusiastically ready to eat out of your hand, you shout out, “Hey, everybody. It’s great to be here in Kansas!” - Well, everybody in the place, Kansans included, now know that you really don’t know where you are. And a little bit of the magic dies.
You forgot to mention that they also walk three abreast and move as slowly as possible. And seeing you coming just makes them move more slowly. The Costco parking lot is the worst for this.
And while we are on parking lots, why is it that that in my part of the Bay Area the idea of using right angles in parking lots seems to be a lost art? Driving around the usual lot make me feel like a rat running a maze designed by Salvador Dali. Strange angles hard to get around, obstructions placed randomly, roads that swerve for no reason, and stop signs placed on the main aisle by a smaller aisle, not the main entranceway. Plus some traffic bumps so high that they have aircraft warning lights on them. If there was a suspension repair shop in this mall I could understand that at least.
We know a guy who was a general contractor when they did major renovations to this place, and he told us they planned it that way.
To force people to drive slowly, maybe? Or possibly to make you so fed up with getting in that you vow to spend an extra hour shopping to make the trip worthwhile…
I don’t think the blind intersections (did I mention them?) got put in for safety. The bumps I can see, or the moderate ones at least. But short aisles connect with interior roads at very odd angles, and probably contribute to accidents.
You idiot, you’re trying to find a parking spot on a miniature golf course.
Try not to knock over the windmill, okay?
I pit my OCD, and myself for being stupid. A few weeks ago I had my last refill on my Luvox prescription filled and needed to call my doctor to get a new one, which I did. Unfortunately I had a little trouble tracking him down because in the 2 years since our last meeting he’s cut back his practice and left the clinic where I always saw him. I finally got a message from him that he was limiting his practice and suggested I contact the clinic about seeing another doctor, which I did only to find out they are now a behavioral treatment only facility and have no Psychiatrists on staff who can prescribe a medication. As the holidays grew closer and I got very busy, I parsed my pills out to last longer. That was okay, occasional headaches but otherwise I coped pretty well. No anxiety attacks or panic.
I ultimately decided to try a little test. When my pills ran out I wanted to see how I would do at coping without them. After all, I’ve been working on behavior response so that I’m getting much better at just “walking away” (sometimes literally, sometimes figuratively) from what I happen to be obsessing about.
I now remember why the meds help. For the last week or so I’ve been experiencing anxiety, at times bordering panic for no specific reasons. When I wake up in the morning my first feeling is dread. It’s so much nicer to just go back to sleep. But, I can’t do that. I’ve been much more emotional than I was even before taking the pills, part of which I recognize as being from withdrawal as the medication leaves my system, but it’s a little embarrassing when any minor “touching moment” in a movie, any movie, makes me start sobbing. If it was just “It’s a Wonderful Life” I could accept it, but “Cheaper by the Dozen 2”?!?
Well, thankfully I have an appointment with an OCD specialist at a clinic near work this coming Wednesday so hopefully I’ll be able to get a new prescription and get rid of this damn free floating anxiety soon after that.
How could there be a Cheaper by the Dozen 2? Didn’t Mr. Gilbraith drop dead at the end of the first one?