Absolutely minor rant. Commuting to work in the rain on a two-lane road with no passing zones while stuck behind constructions vehicles and half the cars don’t have their lights on just SUCKS.
Around here, the season isn’t just construction vehicles but gigantic farming equipment that takes up 1.5 lanes by itself slooooowly trundling down the two lane road at 10 mph. So I completely sympathize.
There oughta be a law, I tell ya…
It’s June and it’s freezing. I’m wearing long pants and a long sweater and I am COLD. Where the hell did my spring go?
I brought the winter coat back out, and turned up the heating 
From May’s thread:
Have they also upgraded the security finally? Because last time I was there, you could still walk an elephant through it…
The sister in law of one of my coworkers lives in Spain. He said that this morning, his wife woke up, got out of bed, jumped back in bed, stole the comforter and exclaimed “I hate this! It’s supposed to be summer! Tomorrow I’m going to go to Spain and leave this shit cold country behind! I’m sick of this!”
“But honey, you were already leaving tomorrow, your sister’s wedding is next weekend and I bought the tickets two months ago.”
“I love you but you’re spoiling my rant. And it still isn’t right that it’s this cold.”
Tonight I mow the lawn for the 8th time this season. Whoever is praying for warm and wet weather, knock it off!
I’m 32 weeks pregnant. I pee all the fucking time. WHY does my bladder seem to make sure to keep a little in reserve, just so it can leak when I cough or sneeze?
Lil’ Neville: I looked it up. Making you go to bed at a reasonable hour, even if you insist that you’re not tired, is NOT child abuse in Pennsylvania. Nor is putting food that you might not like on a plate in front of you and insisting that you tolerate its presence and not throw it on the floor. Nor is changing your diaper when it is wet or dirty, even if you don’t want it changed.
Dear Tony:
This is my week for PMS. You can have the other three weeks of the month.
Meanwhile, I told you at the beginning of last month not to spend frivolous money, even if you see a few “spare” dollars in the checking account. I told you that I’m expecting a property tax bill any moment, and need to keep that cushion for when it comes in. I’ve been looking for that bill since May 1. Naturally, today - the only day that you’ve actually grabbed the mail from the box in months - we get a late notice on that bill. The phone call went like this:
T: Have we gotten a tax notice in the mail?
Me: No, but like I told you last month, I’ve been expecting one and saving the shekels. Why?
T: Well, we got a late notice today!
Me: So, we’ll pay it.
T: But it’s a late notice, and if we don’t pay in 90 days, they’ll sell our property!
Me: So we’ll PAY IT!
T: But why did we get a late notice?
Me: BECAUSE WE HAVEN’T PAID IT, BECAUSE I DIDN’T GET THE ORIGINAL NOTICE!
Smart phones are wonderful, but I do sort of miss that moment of slamming the phone receiver down when I’m totally done with a call…
Parking’s a mess in my apartment complex, and resurfacing equipment is noisy. So much for sleeping in on a day off. (grump)
hands Lacunae Matata one of her nephews’ throwable, punchable items [must not be thrown in the direction of people or breakables]
There’s some times it should be socially allowable to go back to a good three-year-old-style tantrum.
I love classical music. There’s a new-ish classical music show on the radio, on a station that I like, and at a time of night when I like to listen to the radio, and it’s a host that I like. So I should like this show, right?
No! It annoys me how the host has a habit of talking over the beginnings of songs/pieces of music on the show. I know this is often done on other radio stations with rock/pop music, and I don’t mean to insult those genres of music or anything, but somehow it annoys me when done with classical music.
And I don’t think classical music is a “better” genre than popular music or anything. It just annoys me when radio hosts talk over the beginnings of classical pieces, for some reason.
I find it rude, arrogant, and obnoxious in any genre. Motormouth DJs/hosts are a major reason I so rarely listen to radio. I can get music (AKA, what I WANT to hear) from a lot of other sources, without having to listen to some jerk who’s nowhere near as funny as he/she thinks drowning out the music with their jabber.
Ads are a whole separate rant.
Damnation. I haven’t backed up my hard drive in about 2 months because I put the external drive somewhere and am not entirely sure where.
And my hard drive may have just crashed.
I’ve spent several weeks writing up a D&D Setting that I’ve had in my mind for years. Sure, most of it is still in my head, but that’s about 30+ pages of detailed writing down the tubes if I can’t recover this piece of shit.
It annoys me just as much when they talk over pop music. And I’m not even really listening very closely most of the time. The beginning and end are part of the song!
It’s the principle of the thing.
In the last mini rants thread Finagle wrote:
I have a 2008 Saturn Vue and the dealer tells me the right front side marker light needs to be changed. Said dealer charges $95.35 to do it which tells me that it’s at least an hour’s worth of labor. I can’t imagine how long it would take as a do-it-yourself project.
The left rear side marker light I might be able to handle as they only want $7.31 to do that.
Anti-rant: This is the best internet community on the planet. I won’t name names, but a generous offer made my day.
I asked a DJ friend of mine about this several decades back. He told me that they are required to talk over the intro to keep people from recording the songs directly to tape. I know that’s pretty much useless as justification these days, but it wouldn’t surprise me at all if it’s still on the books.
Having a Jew in the family does not give you license to make anti-Semitic jokes, asshole relative-in-law.
Second day of winter and the overnight temperature just dropped to -6C (about 21F). The apparent temp right now at 6am is -9C (16F) and the forecast is for two more nights the same.
That’s damn cold for this area. No snow though, just really hard frosts.
They were talking about that on the radio and the team’s “baby” (mid-twenties, which makes him young enough to be the son of either of the two eldest) had heard about it in journalism school but not been expected to do it. They also talked about how it used to be that you had to time the talking, music, ads… whereas now the ads go in digitally when the timer says and if that means Tide interrupts Johnny Cash, Mr. Cash gets clean clothes.