I grew up on the Oregon coast. Gotta agree with one of Cecil’s correspondents who commented that in the Pacific Northwest, “x% chance of rain” means “it will rain x% of the day”.
I also firmly believe that dice, dartboards, and/or possibly animal entrails are employed in weather prediction.
Is this the place to note that Flyer sucks donkey cock? He really isn’t worth the effort of starting a separate thread.
http://boards.straightdope.com/sdmb/showpost.php?p=19374041&postcount=8
I’m too mad to even type it.
In other news, little E got his first real big- boy haircut and he’s so damn handsome that the Mrs has mistaken called him my name several times today.
I’m trying to focus on the latter, while I inevitably stew over the former.
Yup, drives me nuts too. It seems like such an obvious hygiene measure to have bathroom doors swing out, but the vast majority do not. I guess most open into corridors, and it’s seen as undesirable to have a door swing out from a room into a corridor?
Have you seen this? I think they should be required as a public service. Maybe start an ADA-based campaign saying normal door handles only work for people with hands.
My rant? I have been back in the office for 4 hours after almost a week’s vacation. No need to re-email me and copy your boss on each of the 12 separate requests you have sent me since I left with “I still haven’t heard back from you on this.”
I read and reply in order of receipt, and you just landed yourself at the end of the line.
I got nuthin. It was a beautiful day today, heck the whole last couple weeks have been fine, warm but haven’t needed the A/C yet. The people who were causing my acne have been gone for 10 days and my skin is already clearing up. I’ve finally been brought into the construction project on the level I should have been 6 months ago (which may start inducing acne issues if as much is undone as I suspect, but that’s another post/thread). I changed my weekday off to Monday, like I’ve been wanting to do for years but never did because that would have meant dealing with certain people an extra day per week, but they’re gone, so I have Sun-Mon off now. I went shooting with my friend last night and shredded the center of the target, and she said she wants to go more often so we will. I’m healthy, family’s healthy, pets are healthy, friends are healthy, the kitty in my work office with guarded prognosis last week is doing much better today and started eating on her own. New doctor is getting right into the groove and appears to be taking the leadership role needed. New Executive Director starts next week and she seems super cool. So, yeah, I’m sure I can come up with something but not today.
Well, yesterday I got a brief email from an old correspondent. Pretty much nothing but a “I found it!” and a link. Which isn’t at all strange for her, so I clicked on it.
Yup. Some crappy ransomeware site. :smack:
Ding dang it! The fuel pump died on the Family Mobile. At 3:30 am, as the Mister returned from a critical mission (buying a longer charging cable for his tablet.)
Fortunately, we have roadside service with the car insurance, and the breakdown was local, and it was 0330 and 72 degrees versus 1530 and 98 degrees. Unfortunately, the credit card that I keep for emergencies is mostly maxed out due to a previous emergency. Shit.
But this maybe convinces the Mister to retrieve our “imaginary van” - 3 years ago, when the fellow was first recuperating from an on-the-job injury, he/we bought a full-size 4WD van, because we both hoped he would be able to get up the road soon, and make memories with the children. A buddy/co-worker agreed to make some modifications - not urgent, but handy stuff. Instead of paying directly for the labor, we purchased a fairly expensive tool for his workshop, plus the raw materials needed for the job. Three years later, we’ve put three new license tags on. We’ve put 6 new insurance cards in the glove box. I have never driven or ridden in the damned thing. John is still working on it.
The last time our family mobile was in the shop, we borrowed my dad’s old van. I won’t ask again. We have spent too much money on the imaginary van already. If the buddy can’t or won’t do the job promised, OK. Not happy, but whatever. Get the flipping van back. Why are we spending money for it to sit in his bleeping garage?
So I binge watched The Sopranos, and that is how it ends?
Yep.
That first thing? Don’t sweat it, it’ll all blow over.
I would reply-all to each one in order (after you’ve gotten all the answers you need for all of them) and preface each reply with “Sorry for the delay but I was on vacation last week”. It sounds very nicey-nicey, but when his boss sees 12 responses in quick succession that all start with that it will passively-aggressively point out that his subordinate is kind of a douche.
What, you expected a show called “The Sopranos” to end on a high note?
Ha. That is exactly how I did it when I got in this morning. Bonus points for getting the last one done just as her boss walked in so she saw them all at once. Boss lady thanked me for my prompt answers (and my patience with the ding dong who could have found 10 of the 12 answers on her own with minimal effort).
High note, Low note OK- but No note- that’s the problem.
Just a question, because this has happened to me: did you have your out-of-office notification on? If so, of course the guy is an idiot. If not, was there another way he was supposed to know you were on vacation? Perhaps you work in a small place where everyone knows who is in or out, I don’t know.
I have full confidence that you acted correctly. But the number of times I have been stung by prima donnas who can’t be arsed to change their voicemail or to put their email on out-of-office makes me leery of blaming the other party without asking.
both. I put my out of office on every time I leave for more than 2 hours, and it’s a pretty small office. I hate when people diasappear without any notice when I need something. I also know how to look basic shit up that a person returning from vacation should not have to arse with
good. you should. 
“Well, the runner was not given credit for a stolen base due to defensive indifference.”
I’m on first. I steal second. But, no credit for a stolen base because the defensive didn’t make an attempt to throw me out.
Well, who’s fault is that?!? I’m now on second. They didn’t make a throw. That’s their choice. My choice was STEAL A BASE!
“Well, your run doesn’t make any difference in the score….”
I don’t care!!! I’M ON SECOND…I STOLE IT!!!
This is a stupid rule and always has been. MLB Rule 10.08(g) should be removed.
How about last game of the season. Some guy needs one steal to break the stolen base record.
There he goes!!! NO THROW BY THE CATCHER AT ALL!! It must be defensive indifference!!
Do you also have an imaginary study and an imaginary bedroom*? Cuz that’d be cool.
Mini-rants of my own.
I went on my yearly camping vacation over Memorial Day weekend and before I got halfway to camp, my sister calls and tells me she’s taking Mom to the hospital. (Mom has congestive heart failure and had an attack. She’s home recovering now. And a rant on her account - Mom missed her cruise.)
Got to camp, there are big storms coming, get my tent set up. I forgot the rainfly. A friend loaned me a tarp that got me through the night. Had to drive an hour back home to get the rest of the tent pieces.
It rained. And stormed. And rained. And tornado warnings. We all weathered the storm fine, no damage, but all of the fucking mud! Bad enough to suck the galoshes off your feet. Gross. But we had plenty of adult beverages and about 500 other people who were in the same boat, so we survived.
While still at camp my husband calls and lets me know that the basement flooded. Our basement never floods. Ever. Turns out the gutters had clogged so bad from the pecan flowers from the neighbor’s tree that it overflowed down the front of the foundation and the floor drain was blocked. The sump pit was perfectly dry. We don’t even have a sump pump. No permanent damage and the last bit of the cleanup was this morning, but still. It’s a completely finished basement and it could have been much worse.
And now I think I’m coming down with the creeping crud. I have a tiny fever and my lungs are itchy. Really looking forward to doing nothing important this weekend.
Finally got a taste of the broken Start button issue in Windows 10. WTF. Everything seems fine now, except that two user accounts on the computer (including the administrator!) can no longer use some of the Metro apps. On the plus side, all the live tiles are now working again.
How did this operating system get released???
For those who haven’t experienced this issue for themselves…the Start button just stops responding. No warnings or other alerts from the system…the button just sits there when you try clicking on it. Sometimes the notification button on the task bar stops responding too.
Oh, and dearest cousin: just because a piece of entertainment goes against your personal beliefs doesn’t mean it’s part of some “agenda”. Quit whining about the damn movie already and pick something else to watch.