StarvingbutStrong, he was annoying, and i LOATHED the sound of his voice. I wouldn’t have bought anything from him and now he’s dead-I won’t make myself give a fuck. I’d prefer to save my sympathy and sorrow for someone i actually like.
Michael Jackson is a little different because he had a godawful start, and while i never actually wished him ill; i think it’s safe to say that the odds were against his ever getting his shit together enough to live a relatively healthy life.
I hope his mother Katherine can give his kids something resembling a healthy family relationship. Can’t do anything about the news coverage, unless i turn the tv off, and disconnect the cable modem.
*PepsiCo, Incorporated
requests the honor of your presence
at the assembly and sale of
a Bacon Cheesy Potato Burrito
on Monday, the Sixth of July
Two Thousand Nine
at two 'o clock in the afternoon
at Taco Bell
5729 Melton Road
Gary, Indiana
Thank you so much for the good information. You’re totally right, my poor mom is not happy. I am actually home at my parents’ house now and am staying overnight to set them up with some food and do some chores so they are cool for this week. As soon as I can I am going to come up and stay for the week, probably after this week.
The name is spelled M-i-c-h-a-e-l. The singer who just died? His name was Michael. A-E. Not Micheal. If you’re posting about him*, you’ve probably also been reading about him. As such, you might have noticed that the name is spelled Michael. I know it’s not the easiest name to spell, but if you can spell Jermaine, you can spell Michael.
Products that just suck. I bought a pack of strap locks to secure a couple of drawers from my son. They work great, except for the fact that, at 12mo old, the kid learned how to unlock them. Seriously, he’s toddling around, is thrilled to stack up 3 blocks at once and can easily undo a supposedly child proof safety device.
Watching him unlock it, I cannot imagine a (non developmentally disabled) 2 year old who would be unable to figure out how to unlock it in about 5 minutes.
Useless, crappy product that encourages parents to rely upon it to protect their children from things like hot ovens.
Of course, on the flipside is this turd bomb that I can barely manage to open when it’s just sitting on a table, much less when it’s strapped to a cabinet. They may as well sell it with a pair of bolt cutters.
Does anyone even test their products before selling them?
Dizzy-Cam! I despise you! Every movie you are in, you make worse. You are not hip. You are not cool. Nausea is not artistic! Shaky closeups of actions scenes suck ass as well. Crawl back to the abyss of lame, overused, cinematography cliches Dizzy-cam!
I pit Iowa Radiology for sending a statement (one that I didn’t even know was coming) four months after the date of service (they read a CT scan done at the local hospital). I pit the hospital for not telling me that Iowa Radiology would be sending a separate statement. I could have added it to the loan I had to take out to pay for my gall bladder surgery. In March.
I (OW) miniPit my (OW) back and (OWIE) me for not (OW) stretching before I did the (OW) vacuuming (OW) last (OW) night. I’m not (OW) fucking old yet, dammit! OW! I’m only (OW OW OW) forty!
My crazy mom is on one of her annual guilt-trips. She sent me an email with a funny picture, and I didn’t respond and now she’s decided that I’m offended because the picture was racist (it wasn’t…it was just a goofy street scene in India that someone emailed to her) and she’s apparently decided that I hate her or something. No way it could be that I’m just a bad emailer and had nothing to say to that picture. WHO KNEW that I was supposed to respond to every dumb thing she forwards to me or it means I don’t love her anymore?
Apparently this iteration of the guilt-trip is pretty bad because MY DAD emailed me asking me to email my mom because she thinks I hate her now.
And my dad asks me why I email my mom more than I email him. Um, because he doesn’t send me guilt-trip emails if I don’t correspond with him constantly?
Also, it took the tiffin place like five minutes to figure out how to give me change for a 100 rupee note at lunch today. Lunch was 30 rupees (about 80 cents)…and they don’t have 70 rupees (about $1.20) lying around? That was just weird and annoying.
Dude, you just held up 20 cars in the passing lane for 5 minutes while you drove at the exact same speed as the large truck in the lane to your right.
Now that you’ve finally passed and all of those left lane cars are forced to weave into the right lane to pass you because you won’t move to the right lane while driving 5 miles under the speed limit…maybe you could at least put the blackberry down for a few seconds.
And enjoy all of the honking and gesturing that is being performed just for you.
