Just a reminder that you are not a good person if you run people down with your car, and then lie to the police about what happened.
I doubt the police were going to buy your story that people were standing in the road throwing bicycles at cars but the video made that moot in any case.
Well, thanks a bunch, Windows 10, that’s really helpful!
Just had my first BSOD Index Mismatch on Windows 10. I know the reason and it was easily sorted. Once I could get back into Windows, that is. I rebooted after the BSOD and got the ‘Windows is getting ready. Do not turn off your computer.’ OK, I thought, it needs a few minutes after the shock it had, fair enough.
One fucking hour later and I’m still looking at the message. To hell with it, I turned the computer off and on again. This time I got the same message but after 30 seconds Windows was back and running fine. OK, I’m pleased but I can’t stop thinking that I might have waited all bloody night if I’d trusted that message.
How about adding something like ‘If you’ve been waiting x amount of minutes Windows has probably hung. It’s perfectly OK in those circumstances to turn the PC off and try again.’ I find at least half of Window’s messages totally unhelpful.
Mini-rant over.
Thank you. I will. Here are a couple pics. Harley’s the big orange guy and Twig is the normal-sized little girl. The other is Harley on his pillow and my frequent view of him. 
He came with his name and very obviously knew it so we didn’t change it. It suits him.
I also have a yellow boy kitty and his sister the brown tabby. I hope Harley has nothing serious at all. Big yellow guys are the best. Will be thinking of you and him tomorrow.
I just moved to North Kansas City and I don’t like it at all. First, it’s hotter than hell all day. Second, the map implies that there are a handful of Starbucks places around me, but they’re all inside supermarkets. What the hell? I’m not going to bring my laptop into a supermarket.
I wanted a quiet place to work, so I joined a coworking center. Not only was it nearly empty, but the people that were there felt obligated to make as much noise as possible. Never going back.
I hate summer time. We’ve got some nasty thunderstorms* in the area, which always trigger my migraines. I had a headache all day so I slept it off. Now it’s back and it’s a full blown migraine – swishing in ear, chills and flushes, nausea, the pick axe in the brain, etc. It isn’t even dark outside, I’m not tired but the only way to get rid of it is to sleep it off. (We’re out of ginger ale, which usually helps, too) Fuck you, summer.
*I loved storms as a kid. Now? Not so much.
Wow - what it really looks like is that he hit the cyclist on purpose! He crossed a solid double yellow, and kind of went around the cyclist - he obviously knew he was there.
I painted a lamp very nicely; there was one tiny little run, so I tried to fix it up. I think any of you DIY folk know where this story is going; I’ve currently got the piece soaking in nail polish remover so I can re-paint the whole chunk. 
Having to google how to set up gmail to give me popup notifications is what’s called “meta”, right?
I could find how to get notifications from g+ (which I don’t use unless it’s the new name for gmail) and google photos (ibid.) but c’mon you stupid thing, I want “you’ve got mail” 
My mother has breast cancer. She’s meeting with the surgeon today and we will know more then. My stepmother, who had breast cancer 20 years ago, is going with her. Stepmom volunteered for some time with women who’d been diagnosed. I offered to Skype in, and mom said that’s ok for this one, but if she has to go to oncology, then she’ll take me up on it.
This is hard to process. I’ve had health issues forever, and she’s been the healthy one. My mom is one of those people who was never sick. She had seasonal and dust allergy problems when younger, and possibly minor migraines (they responded to coffee-aspirin-tylenol). That’s it. Never saw her with a cold, nor the flu. The longest I saw her feeling badly was after her two surgeries (hysterectomy, then hip replacement).
She’s 75, and active. Just repainted her entire house (including the rooms with 12-foot ceilings). Mows her own half-acre lawn with a push mower. Does her own yard work. Handles most of her own home repairs. Has always eaten “healthy” – we did not have much in the way of processed foods around. She’s been eating protein-veg-fruit-whole grains forever. Has not smoked since 1967. She does like a drink, but she’s cut way back on that, too.
Very smart intellectually, too. No loss of cognition, which apparently matters to the outcomes. She does the New York Times crossword daily, and finishes Sunday’s edition. I can’t do that; I’ve managed to finish the Monday one on occasion. :o
So overall, she should be low risk. That’s why I’m having a hell of a time processing this. The only person in her family with cancer (other than skin cancers) was the woman who smoked two and a half packs of cigarettes a day for forty years.
I will know more today. Obviously if needed, I’ll move back home. My boss has told me to take any time I need and that if I need to go to Florida to get her through chemo or whatever, that we have some flexibility. Between FMLA and PTO and flexible work, I should be fine.
Mum has a very British stiff upper lip. “We’ll deal with whatever the doctor says it is.”
I don’t like being grown up. Can I be 21 again? That was a pretty good year.
Anyway –
**Helena330 **-- good luck to Harley. What did the vet say? Random lumps aren’t that uncommon, I don’t think, so I hope it’s nothing.
**Chimera **-- hope the migraine is better. People stopped asking me “why” I had a migraine after I snapped, “Because I have a genetic disposition to them”. I also perfected what a friend calls my “Christopher Walken thousand-yard stare”.
Been there. Evil HR Lady has a good articleabout this. Maybe you can share some suggestions with management? Barring that…if it’s annoying enough, could be time to jump ship and find another job.
My dog’s anal glands got infected. Well, just one of them.
Those of you who have not experienced the joyous delight of having a professional squeeze a large dog’s bum; a dog who is already terribly scared of vets, and has a weird phobia about people approaching his rear; and to top it all, an infection that tends to smell like a rotten fish that ate shit before it died - well, you people have not lived. Your lives are shallow and without true emotion.
It took three people and a muzzle. Worst 5 minutes in my (and my dog’s) life I think. The vet was fine; I guess she’s used to it.
I find the McDonald’s on North Oak has reliable Wifi when my home connection goes down.
Also, it’s hot everywhere in Missouri and Kansas - I don’t think you can exactly blame that on the city 
:eek:To the elderly man waiting for the flight to Reno, flipping your bridge around in your mouth …eeeewwwwww.
Have you ever worked in customer service? It’s hella boring. Sometimes chatting with the customers is the only amusement there is. Plus if you don’t say anything, then you have customers who bitch that you aren’t friendly enough. You can’t win.
It sucks.
Quite possibly, I haven’t worked in retail myself. But there must be a sweet spot between dead silence and asking intrusive questions about your plans for the weekend, or why you are buying 10 pounds of butter. Perhaps they could limit themselves to chirping about the weather and other meaningless and neutral topics.
I am overweight and have asthma, and some twink cashier (at OfficeMax, of all places) asked me yesterday “Whoa, have you been running?” I’d call that intrusive (and clueless) rather than “friendly.”
GrumpyBunny, that’s one of the bitches of cancer. A person can do everything to live right and still get it. I did and got it when I was 50. Healthy, no family history, WTF?? It defies explanation. At least living healthily has given your mom a great advantage in fighting it. I hope she has a simple case and is back to her normal activities very soon.
Thank you and kayT for the best wishes for Harley. His vet appointment is at 5:30 Pacific so still six hours and twenty minutes away. I’ll post this evening. He’s sure not acting sick. He was tearing around the house last night and going bonkers with the laser toy this morning.
Clickbait headline from a Dope advertiser (evidently one of those test-your-DNA places):
"What 770,000 Tubes of Saliva Reveal About America"
Hmm…that Americans should stop sending their drool through the mail?
That 300,000 of those tubes weren’t saliva? :dubious:
Ouch.
Weird coincidence. I ran into OfficeMax, and the cashier (“Twink”, I think) asked “Hey, are you overweight with asthma?”
“I was running, Twink, you twink.”
Harley update: The vet took a sample of the lump and is sending it to the lab. Results will be in tomorrow sometime. He wasn’t too worried, though. He said it was only in the skin and not attached to muscle. I may sleep a little better tonight, but I’m still anxious. He also had his senior kitty blood work so hopefully, those results are ok, too.
I’m so lucky to have a good relationship with a great vet.
Thanks again to all who posted. I’ll let you know the results tomorrow.
Fingers crossed for Harley.
