Actually I kind of like it.
Dude! Maybe cut back on the caffeine?
Meh. He’s not wrong, though. This platform makes FAR too many all-hands announcements (with the exception of Admin-and-Mod-generated stuff, I’d peg the necessary number of those at ZERO).
Not that I expect an appeal through ATMB to bear much fruit.
Or try this.
I could go for a margarita-scented hand sanitizer. One of the formulations is 72% alcohol, which would make for a pretty hefty cocktail. Probably not ethanol-based though. 
Yeah, but the intensity of passion in the response struck me as outsized to the offense. So, meaningless shit shows up on my screen? Welcome to earth!
Huh, didn’t get that on my feed!
That was more for comedic effect. Channeling the late, great Gilbert Gottfried. That man had a PhD in rant.
I totally missed the drama. What was he on about?
I don’t mind the “so-and-so has been away for a year” or whatever posts. Because then I have the option to say, “Welcome back!”
I mean, I basically never don’t, but I like that I could.
My previous post #140.
I actually did bring up the Let’s Welcome Back So-and-So! posts in an ATMB thread.
The first time I was subjected to one of those cheerleader-y blurbs was right after a post where someone followed up saying their dog had a month to live. Someone who’d been quiet for months posted to offer advice, but mostly condolences … which of course was prefaced with a chipper “Let’s all welcome back PainfulExistence, it’s been 4 months since they last posted!”
Enough, enough, ENOUGH about the passenger who landed the airplane when the pilot passed out. Sure, it was a great story for a day. But not enough for several days of gushing stories on the evening news. We haven’t seen such over the top out of proportion gushing over an aviation feat since Lindbergh.
The story I saw said that he took over the controls, landed the plane on the Hudson… in France, had his baby kidnapped and ended up disappearing over Howland Island in the Pacific.
(…keeping with the theme…) Don’t forget the part where Thomas Pynchon wrote a book about him running for President.
I probably have COVID, and I need to do the test, but it’s too complicated. 
My weary brain cannot deal with this. I need to know so if it’s negative, I can go to the library and get some books that are on hold. I’m a little annoyed that I have to go to the library and the library lockers at the mall, because the hold system doesn’t work right and I couldn’t change the pickup location for one of the books. Life is hard!
So my mom’s cousin called me at work today to find out what kind of wine she likes – she thought it was chardonnay – but between the drama of a project engineer getting fired and the general yelling/confusion over a forced software update from corporate that effectively broke half of the computers, I was distracted enough to only let this cousin know that Mom likes red wine.
I think I should have specified a name. 
Mom now has a box of Franzia Merlot sitting in the kitchen. According to the box, it contains enough to fill 34 glasses.
Don’t worry…! I’m sure that she’ll only drink out of one… /s
Probably not the worst stuff in the world, but definitely a case of “quantity over quality”. Very popular with college students, I understand – the same ones who favor a popular party cocktail called “Purple Jesus”: a couple of bottles of Everclear in a vat of grape Kool-Aid. 
Ah, the PJ party! Dad and his college buddies did this; the vat was a trash can from Kmart, and they stirred it with their arms. One semester, someone always had to make sure that the guy who was taking an animal husbandry course didn’t try to help stir the stuff.
I’m feeling kind of crappy this week myself, and don’t know if it is COVID or just allergies or a spring cold. I’ll be doing a home COVID test later and see what shows up. But whatever it is, the timing couldn’t be worse. We’re having a dump truck full of rock delivered tomorrow that will need to get moved from the driveway to the back yard for some landscaping we’re doing. I was already not looking forward to all that work, but it will be even worse if I feel like crap.