Not meaning you any distress, but I kinda hope it did, so you could get the backstory and pass it along to us).
All quiet on the front last night.
Regarding my son again. They keep using terms like “unresponsive” and “taking it hour by hour” when asked about his status. I’ll be there on Thursday and I hope I can pry more information out of them.
Ah, that must be scary as fuck. Wishing you guys well, Chefguy.
I’ve become very spoiled by the “no talking no texting” experience at the Alamo Drafthouse. So much that now even if someone is only whispering, I get pissed off. Yesterday during a show, the couple next to me were whispering to each other and I leaned forward and stared at them until they looked at me, then I shushed them. Fingers on lips and everything. It pisses me off SO much. Shut your freaking pie-hole, assholes.
I have a friend who’ll shush people during the pre-previews (the canned “Did you know we have popcorn in the lobby?” stuff). He’ll get up, walk to the chatters’ aisle, lean over and say “I trust we won’t have to have this conversation during the film…”
Then he’ll apologize to me when he sits back down. And I always say “Sorry? What for? Dude, you’re a hero now!”
Yeah, come back in a year when the couple’s getting divorced because the soldier’s PTSD makes them extremely dangerous to live with.
It’s been a few years since I’ve encountered this, and they were usually white or Hispanic. The last time one stopped by, it was a Sunday evening, and he claimed he was selling magazines to raise money for nursing school. Half his teeth were missing, and he had fresh bruises all over his face and arms.
Afterwards, when I shut the door without buying anything, my cat sat by the door and growled.
In the future, I will call the police because a lot of this is yet another form of human trafficking, and the magazines seldom end up being delivered.
The one by Laura Branigan (RIP) or the one by U2?
Did you know that “Mad” magazines have significant resale value?
Oh, goody. TCM is playing Nancy Drew movies. Holy cow, can’t they show normal old movies? I lived through Andy Hardy last week. It was about 17 movies. How many Nancy Drews can there be?
As well as Harvard/National Lampoons.
Whereas a co-worker was sure his extensive “girlie mag” collection would go for more than five dollars total. Nope.
I guess the rule is:
Funny? Keep 'em.
Filthy? Toss 'em.
Our six year old car is on its fourth windshield. 
I did not know that. Unfortunately, my husband says I can sell them when he dies. 
Playboys are resellable. Pretty much any other porno mag isn’t.
There’s something to this - I keep the new car pristine and worry about every flaw. My '02 came banged-up, so it’s fun for me to experiment on (mechanical, body) without feeling like I’m ruining it.
I’m having emotional issues with the '04 I bought a few months ago. It is damn-near flawless, so if she gets dinged/scratched I hurt a 14-year-old car that was perfect (this car looks NEW!)
Yeah, I’m an odd duck.
Who the fuck is “Ted” Nickerson? I didn’t think Nancy’s hair was Titian enough either, and she was being uncharacteristically shrill. I only made it through about four minutes.
Last weekend was Dr. Kildare flicks. One or two is kitschy fun. Two days’ worth is not.
Nah, it’s pretty normal.
The first time I loaned my car to my youngest brother, I had it parked in a multi-storey public garage. I could see he was super nervous; I remembered what a bad time I’d had the first time I drove Dad’s. As Bro drove up the spiral ramp, I asked him “what do you see there?” pointing to the central column.
“Uh? A column.”
“What colors?”
“Reeeed?”
“Nope. I said colorS. I see red, but there’s also a ton of grey and green and yellow and whatnot lines. If you ding this car you won’t be the first person ever to ding a car, ok? Just don’t ding yourself and we’ll be fine!”
I went to two stores yesterday - Home Depot and Walmart. The people working in both stores pissed me off for no good reason. I mean, THEY had no good reason to bug me the way they did, not that I was super-irritable. This is why Amazon is eating your lunches, brick-and-mortar stores.
Home Depot - I’m checking out at the self-checkout, which I’ve been using since the second I saw my first one. I scan my stuff, and I’m digging around in my bag for my wallet. Store drone instantly gets right up in my grill - “Hey, you press this button if you’re ready to pay, then you select debit or credit!” Jesus fuck, back the hell off! What part of digging around for my wallet looks like I’m having trouble using this machine?!? Which apparently showed in my attitude, since she huffily responded, “I’m supposed to help customers here!” Well, you’re not helping - you’re actively interfering with me paying for my stuff and GTFOing.
Next was Walmart - I’m trying on shoes, minding my own business, when a store drone comes up to me - “Do you have a Walmart Mastercard?” “Not interested.” I hate, HATE being bothered with shit like this while I’m shopping, but I can muster a modicum of politeness (Canadian, dontcha know).
I go to the self-checkouts again - as soon as I start scanning my stuff, another store drone comes up to me - “Do you want to donate to some shitty charity that we’re scamming you with?”* “No thanks.” She buzzes off. I finish scanning and start paying - “Would you like to donate to some shitty charity we’re scamming you with?” - now the MACHINE is pestering me!
You know how when you’re surfing you have all those irritating pop-ups? I had that experience in real life yesterday.
*Paraphrasing.
Nothing says “I am a person of wealth and taste” like a Walmart MasterCard.
I got asked about a charity last week at our local Kroger offshoot. I pointed to the second basket of canned goods and said “That’s what that is for. We provide lunches for some children at the local elementary school.” He at least looked sheepish.