Seriously? Since when does Hong Kong code their DVDs? They’re notriously irreverant towards our IP protection methods (coding was invented by Hollywood to control the times international distribution), and they usually code DVDs Region 0. What Region codes were given to your DVDs?
Not for me. I want a bigger cellphone! I can’t hardly hit the buttons on any of the ones today.
And of course, it won’t matter once we have those holographic screens. 
I pit the numerous people who live in my apartment building two take the elevator one floor.
You’re not carrying a heavy load. You’re not on crutches or in a wheelchair. You’re not limping and appear to have two legs of equal length and, presumably, five toes on each of your ordinary feet. You passed the stairs on P1 to get to the elevator you’re taking all the way to G. The distance you travelled to get to the elevator was four times that of the two flights of stairs leading to G. For fuck’s sake get a little excersize! I’m sure it’ll do you good for the next time you take the car thirty seconds out to the drive-thru of the local donut shop on your street corner.
I’m still sick and tired of all the Joss Whedon fanboys & girls. I’m tired of hearing buffy, firefly, and whatever else being put forward as the answer to everythign and the most entertaining thing ever. It’s only made me not want to watch any of it.
I’m also tired of my boss - whom I like a lot - but she has this horrible habit of giving me huge projects to do at the last possible minute. “I have to leave in 10 minutes, can you make me 10 kits, with this stuff in it? And copy these documents? 5 of these, 8 of those, and 3 of these.”
If you post a link, give a little clue as to why we should click on it. The board allows for you to cut and paste a little of the text.
There are numerous conditions - that may not be evident to you - that may make it difficult to take the stairs. Dad have emphazema (sp) and could not have walked an entire flight of stairs. I had an operation on my stomach last year and my Doc *still *doesn’t want me walking a full flight of stairs (Actually, he conceded that I can if there is no other way, but he prefers that I do not.) I know that I look perfectly healthy, but my Doc wants me to park close to stores and not walk too far, so he has given me a handicap sticker (Actually, that has expired on the first of this month and so now I’m walking regular distance, (finally!)).
I’m not saying these people have any of those conditions, but you never know.
I’m not discounting the possibility, of course, and I’m perfetly fine with those who have good reason to take it easy. I’m referring specifically however to those who seem to be perfectly fine – those who walk with an easy (or at least not laboured) gait, don’t seem to be wanting for breath after the walk from the parking garage, who may even strike up a conversation with someone they know and run into on the way. While it still may be possible they have something that precludes them from the use of the stairs, time has shown that some of these people are just flat out lazy-ass mofos who are probably so use to letting the elevator do the work for them that they forget we even have stairs.
Speaking of apartment dwellers . . .
To my floormates: One nice thing about living in an apartment building is we never have to worry about when trash day is. You can take your trash room any time you please and it will be disposed of at your convenience. That being the case, would you mind taking the extra two steps to the trash chute and putting your trash bags down it, rather than leaving them in the trash room, blocking the newspaper recycling box, and generally making it impossible to get to the trash chute? Sheesh, folks! As I said, it’s only two steps, and I’ve got short legs! Why should I have to fight my way past your trash to get rid of mine?
CJ
I pit people like Khadaji here, who feel that they have to come into any nice rant or complaint with a 1 in 100,000,000,000,000 example as though it somehow has any effect on your comment. Of COURSE there are going to be super-rare situations where there’s a perfectly legit reason for people to do things like spray their change all over the counter instead of handing it to the cashier, take an elevator up half a story in a building, or not drive when it’s their turn at a four-way stop sign (“I’ll have you know that my uncle has leg epilepsy, which prevents him from going when it’s his turn! Harrrumph!”).
FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, accept that 99.9999999% of the time, the person is just being a dingus!
I put my stupid fucking coworker who thinks that, despite the fact that I have worked here nearly twice as long as she has, since she was promoted before I was (because I turned the position down), she therefore still has the ability to made the final decision on each and every single fucking thing I do. That doesn’t affect her group in the slightest. She just likes to flex her muscles because she has zero fucking self-esteem and lording her perceived Power over everyone else makes her feel good.
So, my group has pretty much no respect for me because every time I make a decision she goes in and undermines it. YOU DON’T FUCKING OWN THIS SECTION ANYMORE. FUCK. OFF.
But! If we’re both asked a question pertaining to the team under me which was once under her, and it’s something that she can’t be bothered to look up and answer, she has no problem with sending out a snarky reply “That’s NailBunny’s responsibility now, ask her.”
There aren’t enough :rolleyes: 's in the world for how I feel about her.
And to think, once upon a time before she was promoted and became the tacky, bitchy snit she is now, we used to be friends.
Why the fuck do you care whether I take the stairs or not?
I don’t like climbing stairs. I especially don’t like climbing that kind of dank stairs that typically lead out of parking garages. This is at least partially because I’m lazy, yes. But I still can’t imagine why you give a damn.
Some people prefer to assume the worst. I prefer to give the benefit of the doubt.
Hey, she might have genetically impaired self-esteem! I happen to suffer from the same condition. If those of us with GISE are not allowed to abuse minor positions of power over others we can suffer serious side effects, up to and including sadness.
Now, where can I move this thread?
I pit my apartment building for not having any stairways that I can take without going outside the building and coming back in (which requires using a key or passcode). I take the elevator one floor as a result. I don’t like having to do it, but I’m not going to go out of my way and have to use a key or passcode to get back in the building to use the stairs.
I also pit my apartment building for having the Smoke Detectors from Hell. They go off if anyone within a five-mile radius even thinks about smoke. And then sometimes they set off the building fire alarms at 5:15 in the morning.
I pit people who take their food out of the microwave while there’s still time on the timer, and don’t hit Cancel. It’s not a parking meter, idiot- it’s not like leaving time on the timer is doing any favors for the next person to use the microwave.
I pit people who constantly tap their brakes in traffic, even when the person who is in front of them isn’t braking. You make everyone behind you wonder if they should brake, too, so you tie up traffic. And you probably wonder why you’re having to replace your damn brakes every 500 miles.
To Our Idiot Tenants:
When you call to tell us that you have no heat in your home or apartment, PLEASE be sure that your gas service has not been disconnected. We cannot do anything to fix your furnace if your gas has been cut off. Really - we can’t. And no, we’re not going to replace the furnace with an electric one just because you can’t pay your gas bill.
Also, when you call to tell us that circuit breakers are tripping, it’s probably because you have a space heater on in your house. Space heaters are specifically prohibited in your lease, and we’ve told some of you three times that you will continue to have flickering lights and power outages if you continue to use space heaters. The next time we call the electrician out, and your space heater is overloading the circuit, we will bill you for his service call. And we might evict you as well, especially if you’re using space heaters because your gas has been turned off!!!
See, now that’s not a bad reason to avoid the stairs. That’s just dumb architectural design right there.
Except for the stairs, you sound like you live in my building. My smoke detector seems to have dreams about smoke that end up giving it a nocturnal emission of the audio variety. If I so much as hit the plunger on my toaster, it’ll go off. It doesn’t even have to be plugged in.
Come to think of it, it’s much better as a motion sensor…
I pit those drivers who zip out of the right lane and into the merging lane on the interstate just so they can get a few car lengths ahead in traffic. Yay for you, you got to your destination a full 30 seconds faster. :rolleyes:
And the guy next to me at the concert on Saturday night. The 50 something guy with long blonde hair, black leather jacket and black leather pants looking very much like a 70s rock and roll reject who never grew up who just talked and talked and talked and talked the whole time the band was playing. Shut the fuck up you asshole! I paid to see this group, you did too, have some respect for the musicians and your fellow patrons. Sheesh.
I’m about to splash around in the geek pool, y’all might want to stand back a little…
There’s going to be swearing, too.
I am sick to death of two things that are fucking up my WoW play.
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You tiny dicked motherfuckers who use every chance you get when grouped with other players (especially from other guilds) to swing your miniscule little sausage around to try and assert how much better, and harder, and ooooH! tougher you are than any other player, especially if they’re male. I don’t see this much from the female game playing community…and when I do, I’ll pit those bitches, too. For now, though, I’m talking to you men. Men in my guild, men out there on Cenarian Circle. Go fuck yourselves. I’m tired of apologizing for you, because I keep getting asked why I’m so great to group up with, and how did I wind up in a guild full of loudmouth, posturing, assholes?
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You milquetoast little kids out there who find it necessary to adopt “gangsta speak”. You little bastards know who you are. Do you realize that your pasty little 13 y.o. ass would cry and cower if you were, in fact, ever faced with someone who really was a gangsta and actually did do things like, (I am not making this up, it was said just yesterday) “My gay ass mom is being a bitch, she sez she has to use the comp00ter. I’mma gthat bitch.” What in the blue fuck?? You wouldn’t even get to play the game if it weren’t for your MoMz money. Go drink your ovaltine, you snot nosed little punk. I hope your mother grounds you for being disrespectful, and you lose your comp00ter priveleges forever and ever.
huff…huff…sigh
I may not be done yet.
I’m betting the architect who designed those stairs was one of those people who always takes the elevator to the first floor, no matter what, and figured that everybody else does, too.
And there was, no doubt, lots of dumb to go around. Like a two-bedroom apartment with no working phone jack in the second bedroom. Nobody would want to use that bedroom as an office or computer room, and nobody would have a roommate who might like to have a phone in their bedroom. :rolleyes: We got around the problem by getting a wireless network so we can have our computers in our office.
I pit whatever it was that we ate that gave Mr. Neville and me food poisoning this weekend.
Well, I got a legitimate DVD, not pirated or anything. And I think it’s region 3, but I’m not sure.