The Weather Channel’s new site sucks. Y’know, when I click on the “5 Day” link, I am NOT interested in seeing a 5 day forecast from two days ago, just because that happens to be the last time I looked at the 5 day forecast. On your old site, when I clicked the link for the 5 day forecast, I got today’s 5 day forecast. On the new site I don’t, and I have to hit shift-reload to get today’s forecast.
Who the fuck designed the merges on the freeways around Pittsburgh? I hate you, whoever you are. They seem to want to delay the actual merging as long as possible, sometimes by putting jersey barriers between the incoming lane and the freeway proper. It’s really frustrating to be crawling along in the merge lane, watching the traffic whiz by on the freeway I want to get on. When they don’t have jersey barriers, they have a solid line for way farther than they would anywhere else. Why? The whole freaking POINT of a merge is to let traffic onto the freeway! Why this compulsion to delay the process as long as possible?
It was hot and muggy already when I left the house for work this morning. I know it’s not going to get better as the day goes on. Ugh.
A hearty FU to the goat feltchers at Philly Cream Cheese–12oz of whipped cream cheese has magically become 11.5oz
I bought the store out of the old 12oz tubs, code date is October.
Now if the living brain donors at the condo management company could do something with the army of carpenter ants roaming my kitchen, other than informing me the building was sprayed on the 19th, and just to wait–I’m squishing more every day dumbasses, the number should be going down…
Not sure what’s going on with our friend and his probably-future-ex-wife, but Other Shoe just forwarded me a picture of his little boy rock-rock-rocking away on my familiar little wooden rocking horse. The photo captured the movement and everything.
I’m verklempt. In a good way. (A teeny tiny reptile-brain part of me went “MINE!!!” about giving him the train set, though. I loved that thing.)
Healing is such a long, slow process, sometimes you don’t even notice it.
Sorry about Sebastian, Lacunae Matata. I <3 big dogs, but that short lifespan is just heartbreaking. Glad you could give him a good ending - everyone deserves a painless and peaceful death.
There is one food item in the world that I have no portion control with. Luckily that is cherries and they are both seasonally limited and holy freaking cow cost limited. However the season needs to end soon. I’ve eaten 5lbs of cherries this week. So so delicious!
I really have no idea how I keep from gaining pounds and pounds at this time of year.
Look, bozo, if you want to speed up when the light goes yellow and run the red at high speed and T-bone the car finishing a left turn so hard that you push it sideways and your Harley explodes in a cloud of metal, plastic, and glass, and you yourself go flying 15 metres and land on your head (which was OK as you apparently had no need to actually use it), then *don’t *do it in front of my sister and me! I thought you were dead and my sister was near hysterical. You’re *extremely *lucky you only broke your leg and that the other driver was unharmed other than standing in the pouring rain trembling in shock.
I’m surprised anyone else can have any ants, because THEY’RE ALL IN MY FREAKING YARD! It seems like everywhere I step, everywhere I stick a shovel, oh look, an anthill. Well, it’s more like, “Oh look, ants running up my legs because I’m standing on the anthill.”
And the idiots with the big dog - do not send your three kids to the off-leash area with your Great Dane-sized dog. That dog was not under control at any time that he was in there, because there was no way those kids could control that dog.
I saw one like this on my way back from lunch and thought of you. I could not, however, tell you what cause it was for because the printing was three lines of approx. 8 point font. Who the FUCK thinks that’s appropriate for a CAR?!? I was pulled up next to them at a red light, squinting at it. Still couldn’t read it! :eek:
Also, I’m gonna install a giant neon blinking arrow on the stop sign for the bike path that crosses the street near our office. Jackass: YOU have a stop sign. Crossing traffic does NOT. Please stop trying to make me and my co-workers and everyone else that drives this street into unwitting exocutioners.
On the cheery (see what I did there?) side, 5 pounds of fresh cherries contain less than 1500 calories total.
Even if you kept your regular calorie intake in other foods over the course of the week and consumed the 5 lb. of cherries in addition to that, it would work out to less than half a pound of weight gain. (In practice, of course, you’re probably using at least part of the cherries to replace other foods you’d normally eat.)
Let me explain something to you. You know what country has the world’s highest infant mortality rates right now? Afghanistan. You know what their infant mortality rates are? About one in four. Do you know what the worldwide infant mortality rates were before vaccines? About one in four.
That’s right. About 25% of all babies died. In some places it was higher and in some places it was lower. But mostly it was so high that a mother would bury at least one baby during her lifetime.
Do you know why? I’ll give you a hint. It wasn’t because Henry the Eighth wasn’t clean enough. It wasn’t because the Romans didn’t have running water. It wasn’t because the Chinese didn’t have healthy food.
It was because of vaccines. Vaccines are the biggest reason at least some of your own kids aren’t dead. It is not a coincidence the Taliban hates and fears the polio vaccine. So shut the fuck up. It’s bad enough you have no knowledge of science or history or medicine. It’s inexusable you’re trying bring back disease will kill people.
Butthead! I have weed and no ranier cherries. My munchies won’t be happy without ranier cherries now.
Offers Lacunae Matata some hugs. It always hurts when we lose a beloved pet, even if its expected.
Fred can’t jump on the bed anymore. He’s still eating when I put food in front of him. He still purrs when I cuddle him. I know that its getting real close to time for him to get that last shot. I just can’t let him go. I honestly understand your pain.
Anyhow…its wildfire season here. One of the most important things we have to do is clear a defensive zone around our homes. Tony’s yard is knee high in dried weeds and he got a letter from the County telling him that he had to clean it up or get fined $750.00 a day. He has 2 weeks to do it.
Tony thinks that the ebil goberment has no right to tell him what to do on his property, and scoffs about the fines. What are can they do? He’s right about that. He’s on disability and he’s planning to die in his little trailor, so a lien on his property won’t scare him at all. His plan is to put plywood on the weeds so they lay down and move the plywood to a different area.
Does anyone want to take a guess as to who is going to spend her weekend weed-wacking his yard?
My computer froze about an hour ago while I was trying to play a Flash game in Chrome, and I had to do a hard reset. Everything seems to be in working order… except that my iTunes library is trashed, and the most recent backup I have is from three months ago. I didn’t lose any actual files, thank Og, but now I need to put all the old files back into iTunes. So I pit myself for not backing up my computer more often, and I pit Flash for causing Chrome to choke and die and take the rest of the system with it.
In a good way. (A teeny tiny reptile-brain part of me went “MINE!!!” about giving him the train set, though. I loved that thing.)
Glad you could give him a good ending - everyone deserves a painless and peaceful death.
I was pulled up next to them at a red light, squinting at it. Still couldn’t read it! :eek:
