March mini-ranting!
Rant about whatever you like, however big or small.
My rant: It’s supposed to get warmer for a few days, but then we plunge back into extreme sub-zero temperatures later on this week. Boourns.
First?
Local paper had a article about not walking on our slightly frozen river.
I would prefer to think of it as evolution in action if they did.
Spring is only 19 days away. I’m truly going to miss all that beautiful footage on the news of half the country digging out of record snowfalls and being snowed in.
Annnnnnd we just got a reverse-911 call announcing yet another parking ban. Does not seem to help them with plowing, the edges of the snow are now about 10’ from the curbs.
This storm will have heavy wet snow, just the thing to cause even more roofs to fail in a way to get on the 6 O’clock news. I’m not asking for much, I just want 1% of the money spent on asphalt this spring–the street up the hill is a half mile of frost heaves, de-laminated hardtop with a mine-field of tank traps sprinkled about. Driving erratically is no longer a pull-over offence, it is the safest mode of transport.
It’s snowing. Like really coming down snowing. Like biggest snowfall of the winter snowing. Like oh my god will it ever stop Ned Stark understated the problem snowing.
At least we bought milk yesterday.
Still. Fuck.
Today is the first day of (meteorological) spring!
Only three new inches of snow, but it should get a bit above freezing later today.
GF took me to Meadville’s VooDoo brewery for my annual birthday trip. Jacuzzi room at the Holiday Inn Express and a horrid snowstorm for the two hour drive home. Exactly like last year!
Which is exactly why I avoid Meadville in the winter. It sucks to drive! Hope the rest of the trip was nice.
I don’t give a fuck if it’s astronomical spring or meteorological spring. This is New England. There’s no such thing as spring. There’s wet and frozen, wet and cold, wet and fucking hot as hell, and 1 week of Autumn. It’s snowing again right now and it’s pissing me off.
Why does the range of my voice have to be so small and strange? I was just trying to learn to sing a new song while playing ukulele, and I strained my voice too much. Oh well, at least I found out that this song works in another key, which isn’t too hard to figure out with my musical knowledge. It just means I can’t sing along with the original.
Maybe I should just learn Green Day songs from now on. Their lead singer seems to have the same vocal range as me.
Musician problems…
OMG, a Green Day song accompanied by a ukulele would be a blast. 
Stupid fingernails still won’t stop peeling. It’s mostly my thumbnails, which are my built-in Swiss Army knife. I use them all the time, which explains their damage and my irritation! I need those to be functional and intact, dammit! Also I have a deeeep crack in the skin by my thumbnail - it’s never bled or anything, but it’s slightly tender, unsightly, snags on things, and resists all the Shea butter, Climb On Creme, lip balm, cuticle creams and other assorted lotions I’ve been constantly rubbing into it and their attempts to get it to just heal already.
Also, I think I had a sex dream about a coworker. I woke up with the feeling of being spooned while a particular software developer was vaguely on my brain. Not someone I’m attracted to IRL at all, so I’m not sure what the hell that was all about.
Spring is called spring because it is when temperatures go sproiiiing!
All that stuff about flowers, and birds, and all that? Literature. Book writers needed something to put in children’s books between “snow” and “the beach”, and the Writer’s Guild didn’t think that “Spring consists of that day or maybe two between ‘maybe I need a thicker coat’ and ‘can we go to the pool?’” was poetic enough.
It was snowing all day yesterday. Bleah.
Too goddamned early.
Alarm 7:05am on Friday. Slept till after 9:30 both Saturday and Sunday.
Alarm 5:05am this morning.
:smack:
This might be a stupid rant, because yes, my hygiene is my own damn fault, but for god’s sake, guys, give a fella a warning, will ya? The youth hostel is like a kilometer away, and if I’m bothering everyone, don’t wait until after the event to tell me, “you’re not welcome here any more because you smell bad”, tell me then and there, so that I can do something about it! I could go take another shower! If it’s really that bad I could pick up a cheapo T-shirt and a spare pair of boxers! I didn’t know there was a problem! You think I meant to bother the people around me? Why wouldn’t anyone fucking tell me?! :mad:
Goddamnit, people! It snowed Saturday; it is now Monday. There is absolutely NO excuse for all the people driving this morning with only a tiny peephole to see of out of their snow-covered car. And clean off the snow on top of your car’s roof, too.
Biotin. I swim a lot, and the chlorine makes my nails peel like mad if I don’t take biotin.
Had to have been an ongoing issue if they’re finally banning you. Do you have no sense of smell that you have never noticed this before? Or do you just have such frightening daily hygiene that you don’t care?
/don’t have a lot of sympathy for people who regularly smell bad
Just to be the first one to say it, but I hate losing an hour of sleep this weekend (in the US) because of Daylight Savings Time.
And don’t pit me because you think it’s Daylight Saving Time!
Just want to point out that you have to smell really, really bad to notice it yourself. Your nose/brain fatigues on odors. And since body funk generally builds up slowly, you aren’t likely to know (beyond people avoiding/banning you).
I may have a lot of sympathy for** Budget Player Cadet** (“may” because he hasn’t detailed his circumstances enough for me to pass judgement).
I have an extremely poor sense of smell. I had an incident quite some time ago where I exploded some hard boiled eggs because I forgot about the pot on the stove. Smoke alarm went off. I didn’t smell much of anything but I opened my apartment door to let my place air better. I was asked to close it again because to others it reeked.
I mention that because I worry sometimes whether I smell bad without realizing it. It gets tricky given that I also have friends with Multiple Chemical Sensivity. If I try to make sure I and my place don’t smell bad I am apt to gross them out for the opposite reason.
So, I agree with Budget Player; unless you have good reason to believe someone will be seriously insulted, tell friends and aquaintances discreetly but promptly if they smell like a pigpen. They may appreciate knowing.
Shoulda clarified that I’m already single-handedly propping up the biotin business. The problem is my thumbnail chipped once, and the peel migrates up the nail faster than they can grow out so I can clip above the peel. I’ve been painting them with a clearcoat that’s supposed to promote growth, mostly to “glue” the layers together.
ETA: directs several Pit-allowed bad words at the Doper who keeps resurrecting last month’s rant thread