Hey asshole in the 50 year old car! Could you get the hell out of the number one lane and/or speed up to more the 5 mph under the speed limit? This is S Cal, you are on a commuter freeway, pulling shit like this can very easily end up with a massive accident and many people dead.
Jesus motorcycles, what’s up? It seems every time I go out lately, you all are splitting lanes while traffic is going at a high speed. Everyone wake up with a death wish or something?
Loves it. I’m glad you didn’t have to hurt him, Snakes 
I probably would have been feeling the same way.
I was chatting with a friend about the bunny and he told me that bunnies are born with their eyes open, so that means that they have already seen the afterlife…which is why people used to have lucky rabbit feet in their pockets. English is not my friend’s first or even second language, so sometimes I don’t understand properly…but this rings true to me.
Ferret Herder, I’m thinking that you are right. Nobody has noticed my posters with bunny’s pic.
I am now pitting people who take house pets out to the sticks and dumps them. Assholes. A few years ago I broke up long time friendship with someone who let her husband dump some puppies. Anyone who dumps domestic animals into the wild are not worth knowing.
One of the consequences of the bursting of the Spanish construction bubble was that a lot of horses got abandoned. I’m not a horse person, but that made me want to take a whip to the assholes who first got horses thinking they didn’t fart, eat or need veterinary care, then abandoned them.
No shit. Keep hearing ‘watch out for motorcycles’ and ‘motorcycles are everywhere’ and ‘4-wheel drivers don’t pay enough attnention to motorcycles’ and blah blah blah from people who ride motorcycles.
Hey, motorcycle riders…why don’t you deal with these fucking assholes first, then you can bother me with your reminders. In the meantime, everytime some 25 y/o shit on a crotch rocket passes between cars doing a wheelie at 90 mph, I’ll wish that he taters himself into the next bridge abutment.
And now to pit myself. I woke up 25 minutes before the alarm this morning, feeling great. Cool, right? I even got up to start the coffee and went back to bed to just hang out until it was time. Then I got up and had a lazy morning, put away some laundry, internetted, etc. Very enjoyable, really.
While I was in the car, I glanced in the mirror and realized that in wallowing in my leisure, I completely failed to do any maintenance to myself from the neck up this morning. Nothin’. Now, sometimes I forgot to shave, but today I also did nothing to my hair. I even still had fucking eye crusties, I didn’t even splash water on my face! So here I sit mith messy hair, stubble and probably a runaway eye crustie hanging out somewhere on my cheek. I feel like a shitball!
Oh yeah…didn’t brush my teeth, either. Blechers.
wtf is wrong with me today.
I was clouded out from seeing the transit of Venus here yesterday. Of course, this morning, there’s a beautiful clear blue sky, just to taunt me.
No, they definitely are not someone worth knowing.
That is actually legal in California (or it was when I lived there). What used to scare me more was when they would split lanes when traffic was nearly stopped. They were traveling quite fast relative to the cars around them. High relative speeds are not a good thing in an accident.
I did not know that was a thing! I do note depression is a potential side-effect, but that’s hardly uncommon with these wacky hormone meds. I really do wish they would cut the fucking thing out. I want to adopt anyway. Both my Mom and Grandma had hysterectomies. I know it’s only going to get worse. My Mom was 36 when she had hers - I am 29 now. Ugh.
Ever since I stopped the Depo, my depression is lifting pretty remarkably. Now, however, I can’t eat without getting sick and my stomach is killing me. I’m only on day 4 of the new med so I’m hoping I stabilize sooner rather than later.
Woeg, that sucks balls for your kid. I’m so sorry; can’t even imagine how hard it would be to have to witness that.
Your June bug comment made me laugh, though.
Dear horses -
Talk about no good deed goes unpunished. I was nice and let you all have the run of the property last night so you could mow the lawn and front field, and have some herd time. I don’t know which one of you was stupid enough to get tangled in the hose (which was flat on the ground except for the 2 feet going up to the hydrant nozzle) but whoever it was, I hope it bit you but good. Because I really did not need a hydrant broken off below ground today, especially since a certain man of the house is crying poor and won’t call a plumber, insisting he can do it. Digging a hole this morning, trekking to Lowe’s, more digging, swearing and crossing of digits this afternoon was so not in my plans today.
Signed,
The person who feeds all your useless hides
PS: Your breakfast is going to be VERY late today.
PPS: Now I know why people abandon their animals in the “wilderness”. (Kidding. Mostly.)
Oh and the extra speshul part of this? Because of the half assed construction of most of this effing place, the only shut off for that fixture is at the road. In other words, I have NO water, at all until MrDrFixit gets home this afternoon. If I want to wash my hands I have to go out and rinse them in your water trough.
Stopped (or nearly stopped) traffic is arguably a time for motorcycles to need to split lanes more than at high speeds. With air-cooled engines (and no fan), that’s how they keep from overheating.
Or so I’ve heard.
Is there a minimum speed they need to go at to keep from overheating? It seems to me that, in that situation, the safest thing to do would be to split lanes, but go at the lowest speed you could do without overheating. Of course, I’m willing to believe that there are idiot motorcyclists who don’t keep to a safe speed.
If that minimum speed is high enough to cause serious injury in an accident, that seems like a design flaw of motorcycles.
Aaaaaannnnddd because my family has apparently really pissed off life, life answered yesterday’s mini-rant by giving my father-in-law a massive heart attack.
Thank Og he’s ok, they already have a stint in him, and he’s feeling loads better. But seriously. A break some time, ok?
I can’t figure out why this bugs me so much.* I was in another office, where several graphic artists work, all of whom work on my magazine. I’m the editor. I was in talking to another one, stopped by the desk of a non-employee freelancer graphic artist, and I said, “How’s it going?” Meaning, “Hi! And how are you doing on your pages?”
“I just got here,” says he through gritted teeth.
“Well, I didn’t mean to pounce.”
“It feels that way.”
Well fuck me for checking on you and your, you know, WORK YOU’RE DOING FOR ME.
“Well, I thought it was better to say hello and check on you rather than to ignore you. Let me know when you have something,” say I.
I mean really. If you can’t be bothered coming in before 10:30 am, do NOT get pissy with me for nicely checking on you. I didn’t know you just got here, asshole.
I was one of them graphic artist types, and gave the boss a short, sarcastic reply… once. He called me out into the hallway and said “Do you realize what you did right there? Do you understand that you disrespected me? In front of my employees? And jeopardized your job, just because you were in a bad mood?” It was a while til I could get a chance to answer any of his questions.
Compared to him, you’re a non-pouncer.
You know, with such a previous family history you might be able to make a case for an hysterectomy.
I never had issues with depression, the norethindrone actually cheered me up - no more bleeding out and cramps improved my quality of life. It was actually cheaper and easier than trying to do the regular BC pills and skipping the nonmed pills/bleeding week of hell and getting insurance to understand that one was taking the pill unendingly. They really want to enforce the pill packaging dosage and not pay for skipping anything. Norethindrone came in a pill bottle, 90 pills for 90 days. Perfect. Same pill every damned day, wake up, pop a pill - easy. No more pop a pill out of the foil packet and tossing out the neutral pills, or figuring out which pill was what.
Hormones. Making me cry at work for no reason.
I pit all the stupid political commentary on my friends’ Facebook pages (from both the right and left). On the plus side, this stupid election may push me over the edge into deactivating the account.
Stop at the caferia at work. There’s usually a line. This woman is standing at the counter by the register, just off to the side but blocking the line, fumbling with her purse and coffee. The cashier is standing there waiting. She finally looks at me and says “oh, I’m not in line”. I didn’t say anything, but goddamn it, did it never occur to her to stand somewhere else doing that shit if she’s not in line?
Walk over to the elevator. Three women walk over to wait too, standing in front of one of the bank of six. That’s the one that opens. They stand there looking at each other in confusion. I say “someone move”. They don’t. The doors start to close. I push through them, stop the door from closing and get on. They get on, clearly angry at me.
I get to Walmart after work. I’m walking back to the garden department exit to pay for my stuff. This woman has shoved her cart sideways across the exit while looking at the fish with her kid. I push it out of the way and go through. She walks over to me; “Was this really necessary?” “YES” (very calmly and directly)
Some days it’s tempting to go back on that Phentermine just so I’d have an excuse to kill people. “Honestly, it was the drugs that made me tear off that person’s arm and shove their own radius and ulna through their eye sockets…”
And no I don’t mean any of that last bit.
It’s just been one of those “WTF is this? International Pay No Attention To The World Around You Day?” days.
Or you could try the “Twinkie Defense”. And bonus: you get to eat Twinkies.
I keep threatening to offer my Boy Scouts the “Awareness Of What’s Going On Around You” Merit Badge. I’ve even offered to hand-embroider it, but the kids know that no one would get one. Not even the leaders. Or anyone in Chimera’s life.
Bugger, bugger, bugger. I just sliced into my thumbnail about half a cm. Just what I need, another spot on my damned thumbnail for it to split on just past the quick so I can never grow the damned nail out past the damned quick. :mad:
I haven’t actually cut myself cooking for almost 10 years. Bugger.:mad:
God-teapartying-dammit, anecdotes about how MMS “cured” your friends cancer are NOT SCIENCE. Jim Humble’s claims about using MMS to cure people of AIDS, malaria, autism, cancer, and every other teapartying disease on the planet are NOT SCIENCE.
Your hero is a charlatan, and you, madam, are a drooling idiot. How you manage to not walk into traffic is beyond me.
It’s still legal - it isn’t the lane splitting I had a problem with, its doing it at 10-15 mph over what the cars are doing, and the cars are going 65+. Saw another one do it today.
The law says that they can go, I think, 15 mph over what cars are doing, but I believe it also says they aren’t allowed to lane split if the cars are going over a certain speed, a speed that would be considered quite slow on a freeway.