Have you tried Tito’s?
No, I haven’t, thanks for the suggestion. Around here it’s slightly more expensive than Absolut but seems to be readily available. I see from a quick Google that Tito’s is distilled from yellow corn while Absolut is made with Swedish winter wheat. I currently have a good stock of Absolut but I’ll try Tito’s just for fun next time.
I would of course never buy anything Russian but I see that Tito’s is actually from Texas. Our liquor stores here have all dumped Russian vodka anyway.
I recently learned that Smirnoff is made all over the world by a British company. Not made in Russia, they don’t even sell it in Russia. So that’s my go-to.
Not that I’m much of a vodka drinker, but I do like Smirnoff Ice.
I was sent a confusing e-mail by management this morning. I eventually deciphere it. I tried to do what it said. I got an error message that made no sense on wasn’t on the list of expected error messages. This afternoon, a trainer called me. It was then that I realized the problem. In the provided text file, the web addresses were underlined. Because of that I had missed the underscores between some words. If I hadn’t been looking at the web address so carefully, I would have missed them a second time. It was not a great idea to underline the web addresses.
I like it, too, it’s a very refreshing summer drink. But when it comes to drinks with a high concentration of vodka or nearly pure vodka, like vodka martinis, you should do yourself a favour and try Absolut (not the flavoured stuff, though – blech!!). Someone got me a bottle years ago, passing though duty-free, when my go-to was Smirnoff, and I much preferred the Absolut. Gonna give Tito’s a try, too. I’ve never had it.
I did try Grey Goose (a premium French vodka) a long time ago. I don’t remember exactly what I thought of it except that I was unimpressed, especially for the price.
I am visiting the UK, which sells a wide variety of off-the-shelf prepared sandwiches. Every single one of them has mayonnaise, the devil’s semen, which I will not eat.
My Canadian relatives and British in-laws all butter their bread for sandwiches. I find this weird but palatable: why on earth don’t they follow local custom and use butter or (gack ) even margarine rather than the hideous mayo? I mean, some people like it, so fine, have it on 90% of the sandwiches, but would it kill them to have one with plain unslathered bread?
They did. But I, a fellow mayonnaise hater, already bought it. They need two.
Agreed that mayonnaise is indeed the devil’s semen. Though I think I may have gotten in trouble once on these boards for describing it that way.
Truth is always a solid defence. And yeah, I’m pretty sure I first read the phrase here, and I’ve never since found a better way to describe it.
Good point!
In Ireland, you know, they’ve got an entire county named after it. Ridiculous, if you ask me.
I filed my Federal and state income taxes by mail* on February 22. The check for my state refund came nearly two weeks ago, but my federal refund still hasn’t been deposited as I requested. I went to the “Where is My Refund” site, entered all the requested information, and got told that they couldn’t tell me the status of my refund. There was a number to call to check the status of my refund, but that turned out to be a phone version of the online service; enter the same information, get told the same thing, no option to speak to a real person, and then get disconnected.
So I tried called the general IRS info number. There I was given a list of options for what my question was, one of which was the status of your refund. When I chose that, it just transferred me to the same place I had already dialed direct. After being disconnected I tried calling the general number again. Guess what? There is absolutely no option to speak to a real person. I tried pressing O, which sometimes jumps you to an agent, only to be told that I had not selected an acceptable option.
The IRS website is distinctly unhelpful. Apparently the IRS no longer wishes to provide customer service over the phone.
*Yes, I’m one of those who prefer to do my taxes on paper and mail them in. The one time I tried to use one of the e-filing services it was an exercise in frustration, plus despite their claim they wanted to charge me for my state filing.
I like mayo, but I share your pain with cucumber. Especially when I want to get sushi, and I find out that the maker’s definition of sushi is “a roll of rice and seaweed, with cucumber and some other stuff in it”.
Geez, some people’s children! There’s no accounting for taste, I guess. You appear to have taste preferences I would have thought were found only on Pluto or maybe the Gliese 3293 planetary system. 
One of my favourite sandwiches is tuna salad, constructed as follows. First, generously butter two slices of white bread. Then slather Hellman’s mayo on one slice, over the butter. Then spread a generous amount of tuna salad on the other slice. Tuna salad is of course made with mayo as the binder, but if it’s not smooth enough, add more mayo and mix thoroughly. Optionally, add a slice of lettuce and/or thinly sliced tomato. Assemble the sandwich, cut diagonally with a sharp knife, and enjoy!
My very comfy and stylish red sneakers are wearing out. I found a pair of black sneakers with silver stripes under my dining room table. Presumably, I stowed them there for just such an occasion. They fit pretty well. But to put on the right shoe I need either to untie the laces (I’ve tried. They are tied very tightly and I can’t unravel the knot) or to use a shoe horn ( I don’t own a shoe horn). It’s one of those little things that eats at you.
I used this a couple years back and got a real live person:
IRS Phone Numbers: How To Speak To A Human At The IRS | Expensivity.
Thanks, I’ll give that a try. The last time I had called the general IRS number several years ago there was an option to speak to an agent, and it even gave you an approximate wait time.
I know that the Social Security offices will let you put in your phone number for a callback. Once they called me back in twenty minutes, once it was the next day.
A butter knife is a shoe horn.
A clean butter knife.
If the shoes are a tight fit, a little lube can’t hurt.
I am once again in the Seventh Circle of Hell on hold with T-Mobile to get an answer to a simple home Internet account question, with which Anna, the dumbest person in Moldavia could not help me. I fear that even the Flos Carmeli prayer will be of no avail.
Bloody fucking hell. I was signed up for a webinar through Adobe that started at noon. I was told I’d be automatically signed in by clicking the invitation link.
Well, sure, it signed me into the Adobe site the Webinar is being run from. What it didn’t do is sign me into the bloody webinar. It keeps taking me to an Okta page and then telling me that my password is incorrect.
I am NOT pleased.