I pit the a-hole, insensitive announcer that remarks how odd it is that a player that finds out mid-game he has been traded weeps while, oddly enough, is still on the field:
The Mets out of respect to the team they just made a deal with, should have pulled him from the game. But to a bigger point:
All we hear about pro athletes is all they care about is money, maybe this guy loved his teammates, maybe he loved playing for the Mets, maybe he felt insulted he was traded for something he felt was unworthy, who knows why he cried, but this was a moment where a player shows true emotion over leaving his team, and all this douche bag announcer can say is, “It seems odd.”
Hey, dickface, I hope YOU don’t think its odd if you get fired, or demoted to the third-awkward-guy-interviewing-fans and asking why their kids are wearing funny customs at the game. FUGUE-HUUUUK YOUUUUUUU :mad::mad::mad:
So after ^last months mowing mishap^, I broke the lawnmower yesterday.
I was about a week overdue cutting the back lawn, thanks to constant rain, and some of it had got to about knee-height.[1] Which meant I didn’t see the hidden tree stump which is nearly-but-not-quite flush with the lawn, and the screw holding the blade in place sheared off when the mower hit the wood. Thankfully I’d mowed enough that the strimmer (fixed back in June after some SDMB inspired bin-raking) could finish it off, but in about a week when it all needs done again, I’m in trouble.
[1] There seem to be three separate types of grass in the back lawn, one of which is okay, one of which is probably crabgrass, but whatever, that doesn’t bother me - it’s the meadow type grass that shoots straight up aiming for the sun that bugs me. It’d all get ripped out and returfed in my dreams!
Scotland, and I’m 6 months pregnant. Neighbours have stopped to tell me off for mowing the front lawn in my “delicate condition”, and that was with a Flymo. I bet I’d get a lot more lecturing if they see me with a pushmower!
I suspect I’ll end up doing what every mature, responsible grown up woman does, and ask my Dad for help
ETA Alternatively, they sell spares on the Flymo site, which I’d have known if I’d bother to check before mini-ranting!
a) They’re not offering to do it for me, just telling ME not to do it.
b) I’m pregnant, not disabled.
c) The flymo isn’t much heavier than a vacuum cleaner, and I don’t see anyone telling me not to vaccum the house, or offering to do that for me either.
d) It’s me who’s annoyed by the long grass, so I’m the one who wants it cut
e) It’s not that big a lawn - I’d have it cut in less than 10 minutes, apart from having to stop and debate the above with concerned passersby!
f) I am irritable-nesting-pregnant woman and there is no winning this discussion:)
This rant may previously have appeared on FB and been rehearsed many times in real life. Apologies to anyone who’s heard it before.
In fairness, I’ve also used the “But I’m too pregnant!!” excuse to get out of doing other things, so that might be a wee bit hypocritical of me to complain when people use it against me
Extremely minor: Goddammit, library, I was there yesterday! Why didn’t you tell me my hold was available when I checked out the DVD? Now I have to make another trip this afternoon in the Ungodly Heat to pick up a book that I could have already had!
I’m mad because I know it showed up when they scanned my card because I’ve been there to check out things before and they said “Oh! You have a hold available!” But those were times when I didn’t have Little Miss Ditzy Multitasker checking me out.
Related rant: fuck this heat. I should not be dying of humidity at 6:30 a.m. :mad:
My librarians no doubt rue the day I discovered how to use the online catalog. I am all about managing my books, and if there’s a hold for me, I will know it and send them back to find it!
Maybe if you get a strimmer that won’t self-destruct when faced with the rigors of the Scottish heather or gorse or whatever doughty vegetation it is you folks have for lawns up there.
Just sat down to lunch with a paper and read about The Donald’s lawyer dustup when he said it was impossible to rape your wife. Whatever, dudes a clown.
But it turns out New York was the first to make raping your wife illegal and it happened in 1984, only in 1993 was it illegal in all 50 states. You can still rape your unconscious wife in Oklahoma.
So according the Faceboks, if you are pro-choice, eat meat, or aren’t willing to recognize the benefits of big game hunting income generation for Third World countries, your a hypocrite for voicing outrage at the death of Cecil the Lion. SHUT----the fuck—UP!!!:mad::mad::mad:
