So I take it that you too have decided I have no right to opinions simply because I think children are not all that?
Ya know, this is really enlightening. I begin to wonder if things in our boulevard get broken because I don’t fawn all over the neighbors’ children.
I just did a little google and if it’s the firm I think it is, financial troubles would make sense as a reason to dissolve the firm. I was also expecting something larger for some reason–e.g., a few dozen people voting to dissolve a company of several thousand.
Sense of hu·mor: Something **curlcoat **isn’t intelligent enough to have
My post was satire, you moron. It was giving you an example of something that *actually would be *bigoted (disliking someone because she’s Black) versus your hilarious martyrdom (disliking a particular person because she’s a vapid twat).
Speaking of vapid twat, did you even read what I wrote? Do you know for a fact I’m not black?
I don’t think children are all that, either, and I have a pretty high opinion of myself - and of my right to have opinions - so, uh, no. My comment was at your general attitude towards life, not your attidude towards kids. Good grief, woman.
Are you black? Edit: Originally directed at curlcoat but anyone else who feels like answering should feel free to do so.
Personally, I am not black.
My attitude towards life??? What in the world are you talking about?
It was sarcasm. I’m happily childfree and yet find the way you express your opinions on the subject fairly repulsive. I’m not bigoted; you just rub me the wrong way in that respect.
Death and sickness. In November, my grandfather died. In January, I started a two-month funfest of mysterious maladies that totally derailed my progress in school and life. Then my grandmother was diagnosed with cancer. Then my friend was diagnosed with cancer. Then Sr. Olives’ sister went into the hospital. My grandmother has a high-risk surgery next week and we are now preparing for the death of Sr. Olives’ grandmother. And a colleague of his died over the weekend. And my friend’s cancer is back. And then there’s my mentally ill mother - but I could have prevented that from affecting me as it did, so it might not count.
Come on, people. Knock it off.
I am six weeks from graduation and find myself with a complete and utter lack of motivation.
MsWhatsit: I am also not black. But I’m getting pretty blue (ba dum bum.)
Being childfree doesn’t mean that you dislike children. So, you may not like that I don’t like children, or want them around, or appreciate being expected to pay for/take care of/deal with them, but to automatically assume that I am something that crawled out from under a rock simply because I have different views is what makes a bigot.
(Note. I have no idea if that actually applies to you as I don’t really keep track of names here, except for those that are so obnoxious that I can hardly avoid remembering them. I am merely explaining my use of the term bigot.)
I’m sick of snow. I’m this close to getting an extension cord and a hair dryer.
Wait a minute - if you are basing your responses to us on our usernames, doesn’t that mean you are the one who ‘responds not to posts but to user names’? If you dislike us solely for our opinions (the opinion that your a moron), doesn’t that make you the bigot?
Bigotry! Help, help, I’m being oppressed!
That reminds me of my last tune-up (2005 Corolla) - $700 worth of brakes added to the $49.95 tune-up. Ouch, indeed. And next fall it goes in for a new set of winter tires (and, hopefully, a new stereo), and at some point I have to replace the front windshield. Driving cars ain’t cheap, even the reliable, sturdy ones.
Well, now we see the violence inherent in the system. :mad:
:rolleyes::rolleyes::rolleyes:
The only response I have to usernames is there are a couple that I don’t generally bother to even read, due to their complete inability to understand and use logic. You are one of those and this is a classic example.
I said zero about basing responses on usernames - what I actually did say was “I don’t really keep track of names here, except for those that are so obnoxious that I can hardly avoid remembering them”. That’s it - the only thing usernames do for me is to allow me to remember that there are a few in here that are so obnoxious that their names manage to stay in even my failing memory.
Therefore, I tend to respond to posts based on what was written, not on what someone else told me about something that was said months ago.
Except when they’re talking about you, apparently.
Does the term “attention whore” ring a bell?
Looks like another thread has devolved into **CC **vs. the world. What a treat…
Roddy
Really? Are you honestly that oblivious or are you trolling? Do you not notice the posts from SFG and Meyer6 that I ignore, or do you just jump in after reading one post? If it’s the latter, attention whore might be a little close to home.
As for a thread devolving into anything, threads go were posters send them. You don’t like it? Don’t respond.
I pit my hip once again.
PAIN beyond imagining. Woke up yesterday at 5am in screaming agony. Woke up at 3am this morning, walked around my apartment for a while to move it around and took two Alieve, an hour before I could get back to fitful sleep, then ended up waking up in pain again at 6am. So lucky me gets to take a day off from work (no pay) AND pay for a visit to the chiropractor to see if he can do anything for it. Unfortunately, I do not have the money to do both that and go to the urgent care and have them sneer at me and mistreat me just because I’m asking for pain meds. Yeah yeah, I get that people put on acts to get drugs, but just check out the knots in my muscles right along my tailbone and you’ll see I’m not lying. They’re seriously inflamed.
And I got reminded of where this all began yesterday. Talking with a co-worker about our sucky health insurance and pay issues at work (insurance went up by over 50% this year). She owns horses, and listed her injuries. My problems with this hip began about 20 years ago when my parents sold the farm and I went out to ride the horse one last time before they got rid of it. I just got out in the field at a dead run and the saddle strap broke. I hit the ground square on my left hip, all my weight on an area about the size of a tea cup plate right on the joint. It took me about 10 minutes or more before I could even stand up, then I had to get the horse, the busted saddle, and limp home. Of course, my dad just said “Yeah, I knew that things was going to break one of these days” - hey thanks for the warning. You knew what I was doing.
Of course, being 48 years old (as I told my 23 year old neice), all those old injuries start creeping up on you.
Hey, curlcoat, I’m happy for you and your childfree ways, and imma let you finish, but first I gotta rant about my cat, who is apparently gearing up for a pissing war with the ferals who live in our yard and occasionally taunt him through the windows.
A literal pissing war.
My father’s response was getting it on writing that whenever they called him while on vacation, he got a vacation day back.
I understand the first year, the look on his boss’ face when Dad’s farewell on December 2nd was “see you in January!” was invaluable (Dec 3, 6 and 8 are holidays).
The word us “imporTant” not “impordent”! Why do you let people who can’t pronounce the word say it in a commercial? It makes me not want to buy your product/use your service. In fact, I’m not even sure what you’re selling because my brain screams “imporTant!” everytime I hear that commercial. But whatever you are selling, I’m pretty sure it isn’t actually important.