In Spanish we have a sentence for that: they caught you from the left side. Depending on who you ask, it’s either a reference to being punched from your bad side, or to soccer plays (someone grabbing the ball and being able to run a long way with it because they’re doing it on the undefended side), but in any case it means you got a blow you weren’t ready for.
So yeah, it makes so much sense there’s even idioms about it.
Blindsided.
No marks or hives or anything before. After, if I scratch too much, it gets red, but that’s to be expected I suppose. But UGH!
I SWEAR if my in-laws don’t stop clicking on random links in emails somebody needs to take that computer AWAY from them.
Why do I even bother to pick up the phone at work when the caller ID lists a number from an unknown area code? It’s always crap. This time the call turned out to be from West L.A.:
Me: “Hello?”
Caller: (effusively) “Hello!”
Me: “Uh, who’s calling?”
Caller: “Is Raquel there?”
Me: “Sorry, she’s in the shower. Can I take a message?”
Caller: “Is this Mr. Baker?”
Me: "No. Wait a minute, I’ll see if I can get Raquel. (holds phone away, yells “RAQUEL!!!”, hangs up).
Whatever you’re selling, I don’t want it.
Every time I see this thread’s title, the B-52s start playing in my head. Don’t get me wrong, it’s a fun song, but I don’t need to hear it that often!
Neko is driving me crazy. Friday he ate EVERYTHING I gave him. Saturday it took moving the dish to him 3 or 4 times before he ate most of it. Sunday, nothing I did got him to eat. I think he ate maybe a quarter of the food he’s supposed to have during the day. Yesterday I gave him nothing but canned food, which he mostly ate but it wasn’t a full day’s meal. This morning I mixed a bit of kibble in and he ate about 2/3rds of it.
Maybe it’s just normal variations, but with his weight loss and the thyroid, I’m constantly worrying if he doesn’t eat everything I give him. Damnit, cat, EAT already. And stop making me chase you down with the dish and shoving it under your nose every 5 minutes.
He’s a cat. It’s his duty and privilege to drive his yuman crazy.
Thanks. You know what’s dumb? I still haven’t cleaned up the shards. I look at them, go 
and then walk away. It’s like my brain is going “Lah-lah-lah! I can’t heeeear you!” at the broken birdfeeder.
Sometimes the Dope drives me crazy. I start a thread, trying to research stuff for some writing. I get helpful responses for one of the questions. I try to get responses for the other ones. Some twit asks if I’m trying to get them to write it for me. No, dipshit, I’m doing research!
Fuck it, I’ll ask on the other forum I visit. Oh look, more helpful responses and less bullshit!
sigh
Of course, the real problem is I need to stop checking every five minutes and actually type up stuff so I can write more.
He’s 16 and hyperthyroid. He’s already down 6 or more pounds from his top weight (which was, given, several pounds overweight, and I’d already put him on a diet where he’d been losing weight safely).
But that last 6 pounds he lost since this past August, the last pound was over the last 3 months if not less, and when he doesn’t eat I get a little frantic. It doesn’t help that the vet tells me the medicine is only going to slow the weight loss instead of stabilizing him, which is what I thought was *supposed *to happen. Do NOT want a skelekitty.
We’ve added canned food (critical care from Science Diet, and I’m wondering if that’s the best choice or if any stinky food would work) to his kibble in an attempt to stabilize his weight. The vet said half a can a day, but I’m doing well if I can get 1/4 can into him. <sigh>
He can exercise his duty and privilege in some other area of my life, like shedding like a maniac or kicking litter all over the first floor. I’ll bitch, but I won’t worry. 
Jesus fucking christ really old threads that get revived for practically no reason are getting really fucking annoying.
How fucking difficult is it for someone to read the whole thread, notice the dates and think to themeselves, “Hm, looks like everything I was going to add has been addressed already.”. It’s one thing to not read a thread that’s current is a whole different animal from managing to find a thread that’s years old, register for the board, pop in and not add a damn thing is fucking annoying.
All you new members that keep reviving old threads without adding shit to thread, fuck off.
chugs a can Dr Pepper
I feel better now. 
OK, I buy this drop-dead Maine tourmaline (cheap) in Sept. 2011 from a guy at the flea market up the road. He documents that he got it at the Newry (Maine) Dunton mine, which was discovered in 1972. I know all about the mine because my folks (then living outside Chicago) were Maine fanatics and the story was reported back then in Down East Magazine (to which they’ve subscribed since ought-ought-one … eons / the beginning of time). I quiz him intensively, and his story rings true. He says it’s a “second” – has invisible occlusions; hence the price break. OK. The price is right; the color is unusual – silver-blue. Gorgeous. Circular, diamond-cut, 7mm diameter, 1.43 carets.
Convinced I can’t afford to get it turned into jewelry, I wait four months to get a price quote to set it into a simple sterling ring. I wait another two months to make the decision to get it done. I give the stone to the reputable jeweler.
I wait ANOTHER 2 1/2 months for delivery.
Did I get THE RING today?
Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo. THE RING IS SIZED WRONG.
I could spit. :mad:
See
http://www.crossjewelers.com/products/mood.asp?FolderID=52
for photos of Maine tourmalines from this mine.
I can’t afford any of these 
I WANT MY RING …
Oh, I completely sympathize…but cats think that if their yumans aren’t worried about them, they’re doing something wrong.
Oh yeah? Well, SOME of us can’t have all the caffeine we want! Some of us have to save it to stay awake during our commute! There are many, many times when I’m sure chugging a can of Diet Coke or a cup of coffee would make me feel 1000% better, but I can’t fucking do it! I want to kill one of my coworkers who brings Starbucks cups to our team meeting, and steal his coffee!
Fuck caffeine restrictions in pregnancy. Fuck them with a rusty chainsaw.
Oh, and a big fuck you to anybody who says caffeine addiction isn’t a big deal, and it will get better after a few days. It’s been 28 FUCKING WEEKS since the positive pregnancy test, and it has NOT gotten easier to live without my usual doses of caffeine.
Dammit, honey, WHY did you have to let Mom take all of our paper bags with handles home with her? Now tomorrow is recycling day, and we have to take out the recycling, which is in paper bags with handles. We have no more paper bags with handles to start a new bag for recycling. Now I have to go to Trader Joe’s tonight to get some more. I’m tired and I really don’t want to do that, but I fucking have to.
Mrs. Neville, be a dear and don’t forget to put out all my empty Dr Pepper cans for recycling too. Did you forget to last week, because this pile is getting huge from all the sweet, delicious, nerve-calming caffeine drinking I’ve been doing.
I’ll go stab myself in the neck to save you the trouble. 
No, dipshit, you’re not.
If you wanted to research what goes on in a hospital, you could, I dunno, go to a hospital. Hang around for a bit, observe the interactions. Trust me, I’ve been in enough hospitals, both as a patient and a visitor, to tell you that it’s no big deal to get in and see what’s going on. That would be research.
What you’re doing is sneak bragging that “OMG, guys, I’m a writer!!!” (when there are more folks here than you could possible count that have written something that will never go anywhere), while trying to get everyone else to tell you what goes on in hospitals. Lame.
Good. 'Cos if you didn’t, I’d have to kill you and take your Dr. Pepper. I don’t even like Dr. Pepper, but I’m that desperate for caffeine that I’d drink it anyway.
Johnsonville Brats. The package is supposedly resealable with a Ziploc strip. But below the strip, it’s glued together. It is impossible to open without scissors and the Ziploc strip is a pointless prop. Smooth move, boys.
OK, you got me - who is that? Flower expert?
I guess I shouldn’t have teased you about the flower, I should know that not everyone is as interested in wildflowers as I am!
Where does “yumans” come from?
It’s not just that particular package, as I don’t buy those things. I have bought items which have the portion below the Ziploc strip either glued or melted together. Or the strip is misaligned, so there’s no way to zip it shut without leaving a gap open at both ends, because the strip is 1/2 inch from the top on one side of the bag, but 3/4 inch from the top on the other side of the bag.
I’m pretty sure it’s LOLspeak.