People who talk about “pure Spaniards” and they mean it.
I’m amazed that such levels of intelligence do not produce black holes. Should be grateful too, I guess, because that would mean the end of life on Earth, but hot damn, that’s got to be like a -5 on the DnD Intelligence scale.
I’ll say! We went to the local Lowe’s (big box hardware store), and were actually helped by an employee! (Usually they disappear whenever you have a question.)
We tried to go and get the car washed during the Super Bowl, thinking there’d be no line at that time, but they were closed. Probably due to not enough business/all the employees called in sick to watch the game.
There’s plenty of misinformation out there on the coronavirus - this surprises nobody.
I’m on an email list dealing with casseroles. I hadn’t heard from the list in years, but recently someone signed on to start sending “health” spam.
A message late yesterday touted that garlic would cure coronavirus.
Someone replied, saying “Garlic does NOT cure coronavirus”.
Ok, so far so good…
then this person continued by saying “It was created in a lab and injected with HIV proteins”. 
:rolleyes::rolleyes::rolleyes::rolleyes::rolleyes:
And finished up with “Stop spreading BS!”. :eek::p:p:p
The irony… the stoopid… it burns!!!
You haven’t seen the touts for drinking bleach to prevent/cure the WuFlu, I guess.
After spending parts of two days laboriously excising the plague that is landscape fabric from the garden beds of a house into which we are moving, I must ask
Why?
WHY?
WHY
in the name of Bob Dobbs would anyone coat their garden in this obscene polyester crap, bury it in mulch (or worse, lava rock) and leave it for the next poor bastard to deal with?
Weeds grow in whatever you cover it with, the earth compacts underneath it, you can’t add soil amendments or plant anything new without getting tangled in it, roots get embedded in it and finally it hideously decays as a monument to your unfathomable stupidity.
I’ve had to eliminate this cancer from at least three gardens already.
I could write a book called “My Struggle Against Horticultural Feeble-mindedness, Botanical Jackassery And Landscape Fabric”, but the title would look odd in the German edition.
Small world - this gardener, today, explained to someone how much an absolute bane of my existence that shit is.
“But it keeps the weeds out.”
I had to explain to her that not only does it not keep weeds out, but, as already explained, the rhizomes and rootstalks interweave thoughout the fabric, becoming, if anything, a sometimes impenetrable weed incubator. Also explained to her that it’s a pain for transplanting, and quite often - as the soil from the edges of the bed gradually wear away - exposed flaps of the black crap become more evident, especially on windy days, making the bed look ratty.
It had been ages that I had to deal with it, and this morning, of all mornings, I almost put my back out using the mattock for two and half hours whacking through it (and getting rid of TONS of it :)), and then seeing a post about it, here.
Hope it’s another loooooong time before it blights my existence again.
Any more landscape fabric-related atrocities befouling, besmirching, our very beings?
The notion of “pure Japanese” is quite common here. That’s what you get when people are starved of education about the world.
My husband is a true believer in landscape fabric, no matter how many weeds burst jubilantly from our plant beds. However, yesterday I was glad to find a scrap of it (which the dogs had torn up). I used it to pick up a dead snake (which the dogs had torn up).
Four plus weeks into the new year and it good to see the vitriolic anti Trump people are still about.
the horror…
the horror…
That would be because *he’s *still about.
One of my online friends just had a new grandson and put up a pic where he’s still coated in vernix caseosa. Every time I scroll past that picture I want to puke. Would it have killed her to keep that picture in her camera roll and just post the pics where he’s been cleaned up?
It’s 7 PM, the TV in the lunchroom is tuned to ABC, WHY THE FUCK AM I LOOKING AT THE AMERICA-HATING FUCKSTICK’S UGLY FACE INSTEAD OF ALEX TREBECK’S?
nm
Plays “Taps”
Furnace is dead. It has shuffled off this mortal coil, run down the curtain and joined the choir invisible. It is an ex-furnace.
Dang it.
Somewhat lucked out, my brother-in-law works for a heating / cooling company as their head electrician. He’s donating his labor and parts and I’m receiving a discount. I’m upgrading to a high-efficient furnace, all set for an a/c to be installed when I can afford it. Unfortunately, it’s still very expensive mostly due to removing the old furnace and fixing a lot of what the original home owners kludged together. They are throwing in fixing the water heater my dad and aforementioned brother-in-law installed incorrectly for free. Whee.
Climate change? It happens in Ohio every day! Its gone from 60 to 30 over and over again. Moving to Florida…
Dear food delivery company,
OK, it’s one thing to take over two hours to deliver an order that was supposed to take 45 minutes , resulting in my brother getting no dinner before he left for work. No explanation as to why the extra delay, I might add. But sending a rude driver that couldn’t follow directions and hung up on me, (it’s not like I was yelling or cussing her out either) so that eventually I had to walk to the entrance of the park to get for myself food that should be delivered to my door… for said order to also be WRONG, well that’s just extra.
No Love,
Janis
(yeah , first world problems I know, but dang, c’mon)
Low flow commodes are a great idea, but only the ones you don’t have to flush 25 times to finish “job #2” pass muster. It’s not even one of those early ones, either - it’s only a tad under 10 years old. But nonetheless, way too often, I’m having to flush multiple times AND break out the brush to clean the bowl. Leave it up to the city to cheap out on the commodes they pass out for their “water conservation” campaign. Hope it’s a better one these days.
As a bonus, I would get to enjoy seeing this person struggle to find the intercom speed dial button on my desk phone.
And I can’t reply to the post from digs for some reason, but my desk is an ancient, metal and wood monstrosity. I’m pretty sure it would injure passers-by if I managed to tip it over. 
Although, judging by its overall appearance, it has either been dropped or toppled a few times already.