I can’t talk. “Tori and Dean” is on in this house I think. I loathe that show- I am getting good at Spider Solitaire while it is on though.
Anyway, this blond young lady was in the paper a few weeks back with a sort of “poor poor pitiful me” story. Didn’t mention a boyfriend or anything.
Naw, this one wasn’t a blonde. In fact, I’m not even sure what the point of the story was. The boyfriend is living with her, helping her with the kid and she’s living with her mum so she’s got a roof over her head. I think we were just supposed to be offended that DOCS haven’t taken the kid off of her because her boyfriend is older than her.
I’m surprised the cops didn’t take the boyfriend away. i thought shagging 14 year olds was against the law (except in Tasmania).
I think it’s like most of these cases, someone’s actually got to make a complaint for the boyfriend to get in any trouble. If her mum and her teachers didn’t complain about him, then the cops don’t worry themselves to chase it up.
No, they’re just ugly. 
I think the blooming and the full puffball stages are very pretty, but the leaves, I agree, are pure ugly.
I used to love blowing on the puffballs and watching the seeds float away.
However, the leaves are damned fine sauteed up with garlic and olive oil. If people would stop putting pesticides on them, we could harvest them as a food source, with the pretty flowers as a side benefit.
Somehow a mosquito bit me right next to my buttcrack. I hate my life.
Is it at an angle where you can give it a nice sharp slap?
No seriously. This is the best way I’ve found to deal with mosquito bites, other than topical analgesics.
Less effective but also better than scratching is the method where you firmly press an “x” into the bite using a nail (pressing down hard but not scratching).
I’ve also heard a rumor of fried dandelion flowers.
Ya know, dude, when you look like a perv and act like a perv in a public venue, a child’s parents are going to become very nervous and protective. You’re probably just a really gregarious guy (read: loudmouth), but all that fawning over someone’s little girl and then taking her picture with your cell phone was just creepy. No wonder her grandpa was looking like he was going to call the cops or just kick your ass. And I would have helped him out. Looking disturbingly like a cross between Rainn Wilson and Garrison Keilor didn’t help. Fuckin’ creep.
I picked some okra and The Other Shoe and I are planning to fire up the ol’ deep fryer this weekend, because, really, okra is made for deep-frying and deep-frying is made for okra.
Soooo … will go looking for dandelions - we don’t spray in our yard. Note to self: thistles =/= dandelions.
Someone, quick! Slap Rachel’s ass! 
Less effective than the “x” but still better than scratching is the ol’ numb-it-with-an-ice-cube trick. 'cept in this case you’ll probably wind up with icewater melting into your crack. Ah, well.
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I can totally picture this!
I’d make this a full thread, but I know I’ll just get made fun of for reading YouTube comments. I recently saw a video with a woman who was so inebriated that she got into someone else’s car, thinking it was hers, and wound up asking the owner for sex. He even wound up having to take her phone from her because the friend talking to her couldn’t get her to understand what was being said.
Obviously, there are the juvenile comments about how he should have taken her up on the offer, rather than calling a cab for her. So I thought I’d point out how, legally, that could be termed as rape. You know, fighting ignorance so these kids don’t wind up raping someone.
Instead I got a guy arguing that it was 100% her fault and that if women don’t want this to happen they shouldn’t get drunk. And it wasn’t the screed of an illiterate, but someone who actually seemed to have experience.
So I just watched a rapist try to argue his way out. A calm, collected, intelligent person thinks it isn’t rape if the woman is drunk enough.
I’m waiting on the results of a medical test. It’s nothing life threatening, at worst it’s a minor inconvenience in the grand scheme of things. But if it’s positive, it will have an impact on the rest of my life. The turnaround on the test results is a week.
On Wednesday, when the test was done, I was all “Yeah it’s no big deal. I’ll just chill until I know for sure, it’s probably not but if it is, whatevs”
The further through the week I get, the more it’s preying on my mind and the more it’s bothering me. Just STFU brain. You can’t change it either way.
My brain turned to pudding sometime yesterday afternoon. But I had to complete the day, win the day last night (D&D) and then work today.
I have this feeling I’ll be in bed by 9pm tonight. Would be sooner but I have laundry to do.
Wiped out, stressed out, tired out. Plum tuckered out.
But without the plums. Maybe I’ll go to the grocery store tomorrow and get some.
Oh. Oh yeah. I have to hit the button on the screen or this just sits there. I dunno what I was thinking. Probably wasn’t thinking at all.
Oh that’s much better. A feast of favorite things;
Ranier Cherries.
Dark Chocolate.
Two kinds of cheese (Beecher’s Flagship Reserve and Widmers 4 year Cheddar)
on Extran Virgin Olive Oil with Sea Salt Water Crackers
Washed down with Cherry Coke.
Nom nom nom.
“Web page loading. Please wait. If you don’t want to wait, click here.”
Why the fuck would I want to wait!? Huh!?
Ok, I’ve been trying hard, but I have got to get it out of my system.
You asked about a software recommendation.
I gave you the name of a product and where to get it.
You don’t know how to go to specific web pages, so you had to search for it.
I told you to search the name of the product.
The first google entry is the company’s website.
In the top five is a cnet download page.
I recommended either of those as being safe.
You searched by something else and chose some other site I have never heard of.
Your antivirus went nuts.
“Install this toolbar” and scareware alerts started popping up like dandelions.
I told you to stop and dump everything
You ignored me and started loading shit.
I told you it was malware, STOP, and run your virus scanner NOW.
You said “no problem, I’ll let my antivirus worry about it”
and did NOT do what I said.
:smack:
This is an instance where setting them on fire would be wholly justified and no court in the land would convict you, Chimera
I don’t know, Sierra Indigo, judges generally come from the humanities and blow at anything technical…
Pitting me. This weekend I made a triple mistake:
I’ve known for decades that in order to survive contact with her I need to do the psychiatric version of the three monkeys: no desires, no needs, no expectations. It may be very zen but it leaves me quite wrung - less than having any desires, needs, expectations or plans run over, though.
She made herself late to that trip with the book club (no, “was late” is not the right phrase, the woman has a long history of being the image of punctuality except when she’s not interested in whatever’s planned), came back to her house (where I was going through a list of honey-dos) and proceeded to not shut the fuck up for the next seven hours. And no, Mom, that whole year and a half that you were depressed and bedridden you did not “get dressed barely in time to cook lunch”: for the first two months, you changed out of bedclothes at Dad’s urging just in time to eat lunch (cooked by him or me), and for the next sixteen you did not leave the bed except to go to the hospital. That and “Mom, I am right here” was all I was able to interject for the whole seven hours before stepping into the shower; I’m expecting her to stop respecting that any day now.
So I’m pitting myself for not throwing her off her goddamn tenth floor balcony.