One of my videotapes got stuck in the VCR tonight. I had to cut the tape; there was no way to get it out otherwise. I sincerely hope nothing irreplacable was on it; I hadn’t catalogued it yet. Still, if this is the worst thing I have to deal with, I’m lucky.
Why, yes, I am white trash. How did you know?
I went to the dentist Friday for the first time in four years. I had to get one new filling put in, two replaced, and a crown. But the dentist gave me Valium and nitrous, so it was OK 
But damn, my teeth hurt now.
“Shut up! I’m having a rhetorical conversation!”
Ouch! Poor ruadh 
Been down that ol’ dental road myself; I hope you feel better soon.
Mundanely – when I saw this thread title, I pictured a large group of people going on a really boring walk.
Catrandom
And did you buy enough to share?! Thin mints, for example? Milk and cookies party at Shadowfox’s place…!
The month hasn’t started yet and it’s already the pits. I had to miss the Blowout Spiffled Doper Bash to do the annual budget review. Okay, it went fine but it sure wasn’t as much fun.
Donning the cloak of martyrdom, I decided to clear out the Gateway computer boxes stacked everywhere. (Oh yeah, my laptop died and I couldn’t find the right body bag to ship it back.)
So I’m carrying light but bulky boxes, too high to see over, and promptly trip over a box. Slam facedown, knee to hardwood floor and chest region ::ahem!:: right into corner of very structurally sound boxes.
So the score for March is (so far):
Carry on.
Veb
Mullinator, that pretty much describes everything I buy at the grocery store. (Except it’s reheated at home, not the restaurant.)
Mullinator, don’t think that’s true. I used to represent TacoBell, and I vividly recall one case involving a defective bean pot. (I USED to know the trademarked recipe for making TacoBell refried beans). At least the beans were cooked on the premises.
CanadienSue, congratulations on being smokefree for now more than a week! Way to go – awesome.
We bought a new car!
-Melin
Who is NOT Straight Dope Staff
Siamese attack puppet – California
Sadly, probably not. See, my husband has this condition called “Culturitis”, which means that anything even remotely resembling art puts him into a deep dark coma instantaneously. Since I’m too much of a fraidy cat to venture into downtown Detroit without an escort, it looks like I will probably miss it.
Shadowfox
“The dead have risen, and they’re voting Republican!” - Bart Simpson
A tragi-comedy in one act – AKA ‘Early Spring Thaw Blues’ – I pulled into a job site Saturday morning with my land yacht ('87 Merc Wagon, no apologies, I have weakness for huge old cars), and promptly sunk the beast up to its axles in the mud.
One of my guys put a chain on his F-250, dropped it into 4WD, and dug himself into the mud trying to pull me out. My site super then hooked up the winch on his F-350 dump truck to the F-250, dropped the truck into 4WD in reverse with the winch going, and promptly dug himself into the mud.
The only fella smart enough to stay out of it gave me a ride home, and I came back with my Rover, spread a bunch of gravel, and promptly dug the Rover into the mud trying to pull the 350 onto dry ground.
I managed to talk my excavator into coming around Sunday morning with a D-8 bulldozer to yank the lot of us out of the mire.
And to think, people trust us to build their buildings for them . . .
Dr. Watson
“Trust me, I’m a professional.”
Melin, we bought a car in Jan, Saturn L wagon. A little too much power for a medium car. Heck, it’s the same engine as in the new Saabs. Gas mileage 20-25.
I’m disappointed at the lack of interest in the Progressive rock back? topic
It seems to be March, according to my watch. I haven’t changed anything on it in years.Well, maybe I did use the dual time when in a different time zone.
Get this: A couple of months ago my husband and I went to the local “Hungry Hunter” (steakhouse chain). For anyone who may not know, one of the Hungry Hunter trademarks is the “tableside salad bar” in which the waitperson drags over this huge lazy-susan with lettuce in the middle and a dozen or so salad toppings around it. I told the server I wouldn’t be having salad so she brought a bowl for my husband and served him, and when I saw they had sunflower seeds as one of the toppings I asked if I could have some and had her put some on my bread plate. “Anything else?” she asked me and I said: “Well…maybe some croutons, too.” and she obliged.
So anyways, last night we go again to Hungry Hunter and we have a male server who prepares my husband’s salad and asks me if I’m sure I don’t want any. My husband says: “Are you going to have any sunflower seeds?” and the waiter’s face lights up and says: “Would you like some sunflower seeds and croutons on a plate?” WHAT THE HELL?!?! Am I the weirdest person ever to eat there or something? I’m THAT memorable and infamous that I’m a running joke with the Hungry Hunter staff? Does this go all the way up to the corporate office? Aaaack!
We struck down evil with the mighty sword of “teamwork” and the hammer of “not bickering.”
What’s with sunflower seed anyway?
Cecil is comparing homeopathy to Sudafed. I thought sudafed did a little something. I also try to believe in Flonase. We live in a high allergy area. I have it almost all year except parts of summer.
In my case, the “little something” it does is keep me awake for 72 hours.
Evil, evil Sudafed.
“Shut up! I’m having a rhetorical conversation!”
I hate my new boss. No, I mean, I really, really hate him, and I’m not a person who hates easily. I’ve taken to referring to him as Rick the Corporate Whore. I hate him so much, I’m either going to get a new job (for three frigging months) or move out to California early. That’s how much I hate him.
Shadow: I hear you about the venturing downtown Detroit part. I’ve actually done it for the DIA a couple of times and survived.
This exhibit is hoping to draw over 300,000 people. That’s totally amazing for the DIA.
Other news in Shirleyville,
I’ve done alot of outings with the kids. Well, three. One to Port Huron to visit a dear aunt and two to my moms. I’m so wiped out after going to my mom’s because her house is just death waiting to happen for a toddler. She’s got her paint stuff all over the place and my son is a kami kaze pilot on foot there.
I’ve learned a valuable lesson post childbirth: never ever ever look at your naked backside in the mirror within 5 years of having a child. Somewhere between last spring and having a baby, I received a butt like a Rueben, and we ain’t talking sandwich.
I have to repeat my mantra: I’m married and have two kids…I am invisible except when a child of mine cries.
I have never let schooling interfere with my education. - Mark Twain
I want to move. Maybe to San Francisco, although I am spoiled now and I’d have to have a house, and, well, that pretty much rules out San Francisco. Maybe I could live in dreaded Oakland.
When I read the thread title, I thought maybe you were organizing a picketing in Washington in favor of ennui and trivial stuff!
I get to have my sixtyeth birthday in March.
I have my thirtieth sigh
I hope the post I tried to send earlier doesn’t show up around 4 pm today, but: eden, Oakland’s getting to be almost as unaffordable as SF. Unless you’re filthy rich you really shouldn’t even think about moving to the Bay Area.
“Shut up! I’m having a rhetorical conversation!”
Hubby had to work from 7am and did not get home until 10p on Monday and on Tuesday, he came home early and took care of our Son and did a whole bunch of stuff around the house and put the Virago to bed. It was so unexpected and wonderful.
I am IM’ing with one of my oldest friends right now on line.she lives in CA and this is so cool that we can chat like this. Mundania on line.
It’s 3:00 p.m. here and my boss scheduled me to give a demonstration of our software at 1:30. They still haven’t showed. They’re in a meeting. The meeting is running late.
I’m taking advantage of the time by catching up on the straight dope.
Did I mention that I hate giving this demonstration? I’ve done it fifty gazillion times. I’ve done it in Dayton, St. Louis, Anaheim, even Tukwila. I could do it in my sleep. It is a year and a half old. It has no relation to what we’re doing now. It has lots of flashing lights and bells and whistles. Management drags it out every chance they get. Because it clearly demonstrates our capabilities? No. Because it has lots of flashing lights and bells and whistles. My only chance is to get a new demonstration out quickly before I go insane.
p.s. It will have lots of bells and whistles.
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“king nicky”, archyology
Don Marquis