Ugh. This weekend is the YMCA Adventure Princess spring campout. I support the idea of father-daughter togetherness and all, but I really would rather not go sleep on a mattress made of one thickness of dryer lint and listen to the other dads play “Dueling Banjoes” on the snores-a-phone, not to mention have two days of being utterly unable to stick to my diet (okay, this is actually a plus), just to spend time with a daughter I already spend plenty of good quality time with every day. Oh, yeah, yeah yeah, sure – SHE’S going to have the time of her life, which is why I’m not trying to weasel out of it, but thank GOODNESS it’s the last campout of the year.
My friend years ago had the same problem - no sound - and was told this was an FCC regulation. Something about the kiddos not being able to hear the… dialog… accidentally.
I missed watching The Amazing Race live on Sunday night so last night I went to the CTV website to watch. I had avoided news sites, Cafe Society and Television Without Pity all day yesterday so I could watch the finale without knowing the results in advance.
When I got to the CTV video page in a huge font right below the video was:
Congratulations to the winners
Lakisha and Jennifer
They, unfortunately didn’t use the spoiler tag. Ruined the whole episode for me.
I’d like to thank my co-workers for covering my desk with b-day crap*…and breaking my ***irreplaceable ***Route 66 hand-carved decorative gourd in the process. Great way to start my morning.
*Like Ron in Parks & Rec, I hate it when people make a big deal out of my birthday. I know it makes me look like an ungrateful SOB–but so be it. I’ve been here 5 years and made numerous comments, but it’s obvious that the birthday “celebration” isn’t for me, but for them.
Huh? 
You’re related to my mother too?
I’m sorry, but it’s not a spoiler anymore the day after it airs. Even here, where we have some of the whiniest spoiler babies ever, spoilers are considered unnecessary in episode threads after the last North American original broadcast (Pacific Time) is over. There are exceptions to that, but they’re usually special cases (like the currently running Game of Thrones episode threads, which are deemed spoiler-free of events in the books that come after the events of the last episode aired rather than spoiler-free for the already-broadcast episodes). Movies are also a separate case (sometimes to ridiculous lengths…spoilering things from Citizen Kane, a film that’s 70 years old, for example).
I understand that but the information was printed on the page where you went to watch the video playback. The only possible reason for going to that page would be because you hadn’t seen the episode and therefore knowing the ending would be undesirable.
Ahhhh…I get it now. That IS kind of stupid.
Dear Client: Shut. Up. I’ve just explained to you (through constant interruptions) that your application, which you submitted online less than an hour ago, is not going to be entered into the system until tomorrow at the very earliest. Even then, the assigned worker probably won’t even see it until Thursday, because it’s going to take the better part of tomorrow to go from Input in Clerical through the mail room to the worker. You interrupting constantly to tell me that your father is on his way here to see if he can get the benefits from that application at this moment doesn’t change the fact that NOBODY other than you, me and him, right now, even know that you’ve submitted an application for him. He MIGHT get to see a customer service person when he gets here. He’s not going to see his caseworker, because he HAS no caseworker yet. His previous caseworker hasn’t been his caseworker for more than six months, and they are NOT going to come out to see him because they probably have no idea who he is at this point. It’s been six months, and they have over 1000 active cases EACH.
I swear I have no idea how some of these people think this place is run. They want INSTANT results. Even our EMERGENCY food stamps take 3-5 days (because, contrary to popular vernacular, they are not EMERGENCY food stamps, they’re EXPEDITED food stamps).
Resolved: Parents do their daughters no favors by naming her “Precious.” (I mean, really: if I had to take orders from someone a couple of rungs above me in the ol’ corporate hierarchy who was named Precious?!? Pffft.)
Sorry 'bout your gourd, Bear. I told 'em, over and over, to be careful with your stuff, but that one guy is a total butterfingers.
I have the swine flu. It will not get gone. At least I’m only down to a painful cough and a constantly running nose, but I am so sick of being sick.
I also cannot stand our customers who get free shit, and then get all surly and rude because they cannot either get more free shit or how long it’s taking for their free shit to get to them. I recognize people who think that getting all nasty and demanding to speak to the General Manager is the way to get more free shit, but I will not participate in rewarding people for bad behavior. If they were respectable and nice, I always help out and go above and beyond, but I will block any attempt by an asshole to get any satisfaction whatsoever.
Parents need to THINK about about how names will sound on an adult. Precious and Starbright and such might be cute on babies on up to teens, but Queenie and Adventure and that boy named Sue will need to either change their names, go by their initials, or go by a nickname. I don’t know what Sue is going to do.
Find his deadbeat dad, attack him, and almost kill him before Dad explains why he named him that and they go off into the sunset arm in arm.
Just because you’re playing Christian music does not mean you get to turn your car radio up so loud it knocks birds out of the sky. Forcing everyone within a two block radius to listen to “YAAAAAH JEEEEEEESUS JEEEEEEESUS MY LAWD JEEEEEEEEESUS” for ten minutes while you run into the store to pay for your gas, fill up your car with said gas, and then fiddle around in your car doing everything except turn down the volume makes you just as huge an asshole as the guy who turns the bass up to eleven.
This particular episode stems from a Facebook post. The young woman in question had been corrected by her young son regarding the identity of a toy tractor; her friends were quick to explain her lack of knowledge as the result of being raised with all female siblings, and also pointed out that knowledge of heavy equipment was a “boy thing”. One even responded with “as it should be”. Now I’m not insisting that everyone make tractor identification a hobby, but this is just the most recent instance of her (or one of the other females on that side of the family) posting about a simple problem, then taking pride in their complete lack of knowledge regarding the subject and thanking the Lord that they have a husband to handle such things. My parents never restricted my interests based on traditional gender roles; it just makes me stabby as hell to see other women restricting themselves like that.
I think the best test of a prospective name for a kid is to go yell it out the back door at the top of your lungs repeatedly (I probably read that one these boards). How does that sound? Do you sound like an idiot? Maybe it’s not a good name for another human being then.
Q: Will it sound like you are calling the dog? Or a cat?
Then don’t name your kid that.
Well, there goes ‘Dammit’, another perfectly good name shot to Hell…
Dammit Fucking Shithead Jones IV?
Whose grandfather is called the Grand Damn?
I believe that I read in an Ann Landers or Dear Abby column that you should imagine an 8 year old child coming to your door, when your child is about that age, and saying “Can Starbright come out to play?”. Then imagine other circumstances, such as “Starbright, congratulations on getting your diploma!”, “Starbright, we’d like to hire you” and “Starbright, will you marry me?” If the name sounds idiotic in any of those instances, then call the kid a traditional name. Chances are that she’ll announce that she’s Starbright when she’s 13, anyway, but at least she can always go back to boring but undramatic Jane.