You want a mini rant? I’ll give you a mini rant. Brainless assholes shooting off their guns on New Years Eve. Half an hour before the hour, half an hour after. And then 15 minutes before and after the hour for the other time zones. Do you fuckers know what happens to the bullets you fire into the air? They fucking come down, sometimes smashing through windows and narrowly missing a sleeping baby. And sometimes not fucking missing.
The Rose Parade seems to want to decay bit by bit, year by year. This year, a lip-synced opening number, a lip-synced halftime number, and finally a lip-synced concluding number. If I want to watch dopey “live” performances, I’d record the Macy’s Parade. Give me floats, bands, and horses. That’s it. No dopey production numbers.
Yes, they said as much on the Hallmark Channel broadcast (really just the KTLA broadcast). Something like “for the first time, we’re going to have a halftime show in the Rose Parade.” They claimed it was at the midpoint of the parade but I suspect it was slightly closer to the end.
That being said, what makes the Rose Parade special is the amazing artistry of the floats, made even more difficult with the requirement that every inch must be covered with organics. The song and dance numbers were not particularly well done and are best reserved for the lesser Macy’s Parade.
Once of the reasons I finally ended up getting Amazon Prime a while back was to be able to watch the old Rick Merer Canadian TV show “The Industry.” But for various reasons, I never got around to finishing off the final season, so today I had some time and figured I’d start watching again.
And of course it’s no longer available.
I mean, I can kind of understand “Friends” or other high-profile shows having disputes over payment, but I first ran across this show slotted into late weekend-night timeslots on my local PBS station, how much can the streaming rights possibly cost!
Is there an iPhone app which will automatically tell new websites I visit that, yes, I, like literally every other user ever, consents to their goddamn fucking cookies? Because I haven’t had any nicotine for two weeks and clicking these pointless fucking cookie consent pop ups is really starting to boil my piss.
Motherfucker, of course you can put cookies on my computer! Why the fuck would I care? I’m a millennial. I live online. You could put your finger up my asshole if it’d improve my browsing experience. Now stop asking me. And gimme a cigarette :mad:
I hereby pit assholes who can’t control their dogs OR put them on a leash.
I take my dog for a walk most days of the week. On a leash. Twice in the past week we walk past (on the other side of the street) someone putzing around in their yard with their dogs loose, keeping them company. We walk by and their dog runs across the street, barking at my bewildered dog, and in both cases, start nipping at him. I have to go on defense, getting between them and my dog. Not fun.
The first incident occurred with two dogs coming after us. I managed to get them to back off, but they followed us for two blocks, with the owner trailing them in his car. They followed us around a corner where they lost interest and wandered off into someone’s yard. I glanced back and didn’t see the car anymore.
The other incident happened yesterday. Three legged dog runs across the street snapping, barking and growling. I do my get-the-fuck-away-from-us routine and he runs back across the street. In both cases, the owner is just standing there, yelling ineffectually at their dog.
I keep my dog on a leash. I know he gets nervous around strange dogs, so I do something about it. I keep him on a fucking leash. People are such idiots when it comes to their pets (and children, but that’s a different rant). Makes my hair hurt.