I point out in a FB post, racism or whatever the fuck happened aside, Tactically Speaking, the cop in the Pool Incident is a complete fucking moron. He attacked the LEAST dangerous and most obviously NOT armed person in the crowd and then set about putting that person on the ground and sitting on her. Placing himself in a tactically moronic position of being seated, completely surrounded by a hostile crowd.
Former cop buddy of course has to give me the tiny violin speech about how threatened cops feel and we have to allow them greater leeway to deal with these situations.
Nope. No free passes to violence and death because you do something completely fucking stupid and are now scared you might get hurt. Cops need to follow the laws, they need to de-escalate situations rather than going straight to the violent death of anyone who looks at them funny. Or they need to NOT BE COPS.
Rant #1: My husband is going to drive me batshit insane. He is trying to lose weight and keeps texting me to ask how many calories are in his lunch. For fuck’s sake, you have a smart phone. Look it up. Or estimate.
Rant #2: I have had a benign tumor on my right arm for a while. It’s not big - about the size of a quarter and flat and has never caused problems. However, it’s getting larger and has a vein on it now. I should have it removed. I know I should have it removed. My husband (when he’s not texting me about his lunch) reminds me constantly to have it removed, but I haven’t yet forced myself to find the time to go to the doctor. I will do it. I will do it this month, dammit. But I’m pitting myself for not taking better care - I should also find a GP, but I haven’t because I know what he/she will tell me: you have high cholesterol (I know that - always have even when skinny); you need to lose weight (in progress); but your blood pressure is awesome. I should go anyway, but I haven’t. Because I’m a little scared they’d tell me something else, even if I don’t know what that something else would be.
Welcome to my garden down by the sidewalk and bordering the neighbors to the east of us. Some of what shows up in there is apparently dropped by folks on the sidewalk, but I know that most of it comes from the neighbor’s kids because of where it is and the fact we don’t get all that much sidewalk traffic. Plus the grassy verge between that garden and their driveway is also full of the same crap.
And that doesn’t even get into the Chihuahua shit in the gardens and on the lawn …
Yep, we have the same brand of assholes here too. My house is relatively close to the local Kwik-E Mart, so I regularly get to pick up soda cans, losing lottery tickets and random empty bottles of alcohol.
And while we’re on the subject of littering, what flaming moron decided that it’d be a swell idea to string dental floss onto non-degradable plastic and sell it as a disposable? Because if there’s one thing I like to see is that the inconsiderate asshats who litter at least have good dental hygiene habits. Seriously – one of those disposables must weigh 1000 times as much as a single strand of dental floss, putting it in serious running for the most gratuitously wasteful products ever.
Damn it, Lenovo, why does it take you four days between placing an order and shipping it with some “Sent to Manufacturing” limbo in between? You’re not hand carving my tablet out of a block of wood – just grab one off the stack and slap some stamps on it. I want my stuff!
They kind of are, actually. Not carving it, but assembling it: an enormous amount of electronics goods are made to order. Any manufactured good the client can configure is more likely to be make to order than make to stock.
ETA: I’m having trouble keeping this whole speech about Kanban and SAP-module interactions from spewing out. Hlllp!
I keep thinking of new things to complain about. Here’s one (though I do see the humor in it). My husband said he wanted to try making good smoothies. Our blender was more than 15 years old, so I bought a snazzy (though very basic and marked-down) Vitamix blender. It works beautifully.
But it’s my husband’s new baby. Nothing is safe from the blender. Nothing. For breakfast I had a broccoli, kale and pineapple smoothie. The pineapple didn’t do a whole lot to mask the raw broccoli taste. I don’t want one ever again. I think it’s phenomenal he’s finally trying to eat healthier - it helps me in my efforts to lose weight. But god only knows what concoction I’ll be given tonight. I guess I’m almost guaranteed to lose weight if this keeps up. Or start eating in secret.
… maybe some frozen bananas, for the smoothies? You might try a short list of “Not In My Smoothie!” ingredients, starting with raw broccoli, rather than trying to squash his enthusiasm entirely. Like you said, you’re both trying to be healthier, and this IS a great start. Just … a few tweaks are in order now.
My gf made me a smoothie one morning that was the best I’d ever had. The “magic” ingredient was a raw egg, which gave it a smooth/silky/thick texture. At first I was squeamish, but now I always include one (from our hens).
Rants for today (in increasing order of importance):
Sir Christopher Lee dies, confirming to me that 2015 is totally fired.
My car has a known coolant leak. It is an internal leak (e.g. no puddles on the driveway). For at least a year, every 3-4 months, I get the idiot warning ‘Check Coolant Level’. I add more coolant, and move on with my day. It started doing it last week; I added more as appropriate. Then last weekend I drove to Milwaukee (from Indianapolis) and back. Monday, I got the warning. Tuesday night (due to various circumstances), I topped off the coolant, along with checking all other fluids at the same time. This morning, I went out to the car to go to work, and the warning came on. Less than 36 hours later. Fuck! I called my husband and we traded cars; he’s off today and will look at it. It might mean cleaning it out and trading it in for the new car I want, but I’m having trouble being excited because we aren’t quite in the right place financially to take on a car payment.
Found out this morning via Facebook that one of my sisters-in-law, who has been having some major (and as yet not fully diagnosed) medical issues for quite some time, has a tumor on her adrenal gland. She assures everyone that these types of things are rarely malignant and easily treatable, but she really, really doesn’t need this on top of everything else.
I’d suggest finding a GP just to have one when you really need to see a doctor. In the US, more and more doctors are dropping patients whom they don’t see on a regular basis – not worth the administrative hassle, whether for insurance or mandated recordkeeping reasons. And as most good GP’s have practices that are full, not-accepting-new-patients, if you actually get an ailment you want to see a doctor for… have fun waiting at a doc-in-the-box place or an Emergency Room.
I used slack on GP appointments, because I was ridiculously healthy and didn’t even need to loose weight, until I needed to get immunizations for travel and my Dr. mentioned all this. (Of course, after finding I’ve got a bum thyroid, not so much a prob for me.)
My riding instructor got a new hip four years ago and has been one happy camper ever since! She rides better than ever and has no pain. She was religious about doing her physical therapy, which I think really helped in her case. You’ll be dancing a jig after yours, I’m sure of it.
That looks awesome! I’ll send him that link. Last night was a beet root, kale, tomato and pineapple smoothie. It was a bit more palatable than the raw broccoli smoothie, but still tasted vaguely like dirt.
Get cheap white bread. Use a quarter slice to wrap the pill in then squish the bread flat. Trim off any excess bread and swallow whole. (Don’t use the crust) That’s how I took prednisone which made me gag if it touched my tongue.
Coke and Pepsi have discontinued my 24 ounce bottles! Now they’re selling smaller bottles (admittedly this could be worse, they could be charging the same amount for them, but they’re not). I had figured out exactly how many of the 24 oz bottles I could have per day and not go over the 200 mg limit for caffeine in pregnancy. Now I’ll have to have more bottles. I feel bad about generating more trash, though not nearly bad enough to drink less. Nobody wants me not getting my caffeine- getting between a mother polar bear and her cubs might be less dangerous than getting between me and my caffeine.
100-200 mg of caffeine per day is enough to keep me from being totally non-functional and to keep me from killing people, but that’s about it. I will be so glad when the baby is born and the limit for breastfeeding goes up to 300. That’s closer to what I need to feel semi-human.
Oh, and anyone who wants to tell me how I will get used to less or no caffeine can fuck right off. I’m at 34 weeks now, and NOTHING LIKE THAT HAS HAPPENED YET.
