Hunwick’s SPLEEN is not responsible for the Bruins suddenly discovering a whole new talent for suck. Yeah, I’m disappointed too, but, NESN commentators, pulling the spleen out as the obvious reason for their rapid decline as soon as it became clear that tonight’s game was in the crapper is not classy.
However, the next time I stub my toe, drop something expensive, or screw up at work, I am so yelling “Hunwick’s SPLEEN!” because it’s a great cuss.
Just curious - it’s illegal to leave a pet in the car?
In some states it is, other dopers in other threads have posted ordinances from some of those states. But whether it is or isn’t, if an area has pretty warm whether, it’s just common decency to not do so if the temp in the car will get up to temps too warm for a poor dog. Especially in that case where the person might have left the dog there while he/she was in classes for hours on end.
That is a hate of mine. They can’t understand “thick cut” doesn’t mean shaved.
OK. Thanks. I just never thought it was that cruel, provided the temperature was moderate enough. At least the pet would be in familiar surroundings and would be reunited with the owner ASAP (as opposed to leaving them at home, which might be some distance away).
Really though, I never thought about it that much, and was just surprised that it was illegal (in some states), even though it might not be cruelty per se.
My mini rant:
Delivery people - if you say you’re coming between 4pm and 6pm, please don’t show up at 11.30am when I am out and leave an “unable to deliver” slip in the post box. This goes for all businesses - don’t make arrangements you can’t keep. fume
Not exactly what I meant- I was posting in a hurry! It just makes me laugh bitterly when a player sez “But it wasn’t steroids!” No, asshole, but it masked use/helped get them out of your system/helped get your body back to normal/whatever.
The players union is reaping what they have so liberally sown over the years- they hamstrung the league on testing, so lots of guys were free to use with impunity.
It would have been SO SIMPLE for Manny to time his steroid cycles around announced testing dates… but he didn’t bother. :rolleyes:
I’m in favor of giving Mr. Ramirez credit for standing up and taking his punishment like a man.
I’m also in favor of shaking him like a crying one-year old* and screaming at him for not consulting with the League about acceptable treatments for his problems.
*JFTR, I’m not really in favor of shaking crying one-year olds. It’s just a figure of speech.
Dear neighbour across the road,
If I catch your snotty little twat of a sprog shaking the branches of my flowering cherry tree again I swear I’ll take every petal and shove half up his arse and the rest up his nose, using a hot poker for both operations.
Furthermore, should said snotty little twat so much as set foot on my property again to “play” with my new kitten, I promise you his bollox will shortly be swinging from the aforementioned flowering cherry tree and said bollox will be festooned with coloured ribbons held in by pins, hot pins.
Your horrible and most obnoxious little twat is the spawn of an equally horrible mother and father. Did either of you ever consider when you decided to join in sexual congress, that the possible outcome of what was undoubtedly a most gruesome experience, would be “Simon”
I hate Simon, I really do, so does my kitten, so does every other person and animal in the avenue and that includes next doors gnomes , the birds and other assorted wildlife that frequent our once idyllic locale.
Please fuck off, all of you.
We’ll gladly pay whatever it costs in removal fees, hell we might even spring for an abattoir for Simon to play in, you know he’ll be happy there, the blood thirsty little bastard.
Phew, got that off my chest
AT+T is discontinuing their CallVantage service. Figures, because it worked well, was very affordable, and I liked it. I call them up to find out what other options AT+T has for phone service. Apropos of nothing, the customer service gentleman (not a native speaker of English) asks for the 7 digit account number. I look on my bill where he says to look. There is no account number, just the phone number. He tells me it HAS to be there, please look again. This goes back and forth for a while, I’m going crazy looking for this number. “No, it really isn’t there,” I say, “I swear to God.” In an offended tone, he said, “Oh ma’am, come on now, there is no reason to swear to God! I’m going to transfer you to my manager!”
Oh noes, I offended him.
Turns out that CallVantage customers do not have 7 digit account numbers, just the phone number. And he didn’t need my account number to tell me the call plan options anyway. Nice customer service, AT+T! I swear to God!
But it says the same thing on your own profile page. One could make the case that it seems ironically funny for a user named PlainJain.
I am collapsed in my home office chair, trying to recover from my home being invaded by five kindergarten girls. (My daughter and I are in the YMCA’s Adventure Princess program.) This mini-rant isn’t about them and their shrieking ways, though. It’s about me.
WHY, exactly, do I always kill myself making ten times too much food for these functions? I made PB&Js for the girls (only one of which had one), and about a brazillion mini-kabobs with oven-roasted pearl onions, grape tomatoes, and cubes of spice-rubbed pork tenderloin for the dads (at least more than half of those disappeared). Oh, and little heart-shaped chocolate cupcakes for the girls to decorate, two each – one to eat and one to take home to mom. Great idea, right? And they loved it - but because it was supposed to be EIGHT little girls invading the house instead of FIVE, I have a bunch of cupcakes left over. And I’m on a diet and don’t need that stuff in the house. Anybody want to come get the leftovers?
Ohhh, so you’re saying I should try and get rid of all these bees before attempting to make friends here?
:smack:
Dear Ice Cream Truck Driver:
The next time you drive around my neighborhood with your bells-a-jinglin at nine oh-fucking-clock at night, when I’m trying to put my daughter to bed, I’m going to come out there and stick a bomb pop in your tailpipe (metaphorically speaking).
Why won’t WordPerfect support Unicode? I love WP, but I think the refusal to incorporate unicode will be its death knell. Sigh.
Dear Hotmail,
I hate your so-called upgrade. It sucks donkey balls. I have a whole inch and a half of blank space on one side of my screen yet I can’t make my message window bigger in order to read the full addresses of senders to see if it’s anyone I might actually know. How the hell is a step backward in usefulness an upgrade?
Dear PC: You display the following boxed message at least twice every computing session. It goes something like:
“A program can’t display a message on your desktop. It may need your permission to do something, like import software you don’t want or take a giant dribbly crap all over your monitor screen. Would you like to go through a convoluted rigmarole to find out what this message was and avoid us nagging you constantly for no purpose?”
No, I don’t want to do that. My message to you is: Fuck off and die. The same goes for when things freeze up while I am surfing via Windows, and Windows sends me a message asking if I want to report the problem to them. I doubt in a very major way that gnomes at Microsoft are standing by, panting to find out how to resolve this problem. I just want to go about my business without your faux groveling.
FOAD.
And while you’re at it, do something constructive to remedy the problem of my newspaper constantly shrinking into something that will be equivalent of the back of a cereal box in a couple years. It’s your fault.
Oooh! Can I play?
Dear Neighbor kids,
I have REPEATEDLY asked you to stay off my retaining wall. Now you’ve knocked a block down. You’ve killed all the plants I had there.
You’ve ridden your fucking bikes through my front garden and my lawn which is NOWHERE near the street. It’s up by my front porch for God’s sake!
I’ve HAD it! What the hell happened to respect for other people’s property? Go play in your own damn yards! We do not have children in your age range.
While we’re at it, quit blocking the bottom of my driveway with your bicycle ramps, bikes, and toys. Go play in YOUR cul-de-sac!
Arrgh. I’ve tried to be nice, I’ve been polite about asking you to stay the hell off my retaining wall (for your safety), I’ve asked you HUNDREDS of times. I guess it’s time to be the mean old lady and have a chat with your parents.
Your username might be a hint…
That was me, a couple of years ago. Except I hadn’t graduated, I’d dropped out. I had a (crappy) job and no plans for the future, and no idea how I went about making plans. So I was a brat and I sulked and eventually I had a conversation with my parents that didn’t end with me stomping off in a moody and started saving and finally I moved overseas and I’m happier than I have ever been.
But yea, I was a real shit at times. Sorry. I hope you and your daughter find a working solution faster than we did. Good luck!
My kids didn’t give me so much as a “Happy Mother’s Day”, despite being reminded all last week by my husband.
My stepchildren’s mom died Friday, and her kids aren’t doing well at all. Many issues linked to that.
I’ve got a whole lot of work piling up here that I can’t seem to do. Some of it makes me think, “This never ends, what’s the use?” Some of it makes me think, “That’s not fair, I shouldn’t have to do this”, and some of it makes me think, “I’m going to fuck this up hard. Don’t touch it!”
Thanks. I’m going to go do something now. I know it’s the only medicine, but so hard to choke down some days…