Thank you! I actually got a peaceful night’s sleep last night – no jackhammering. Ahhhhhh.
Yay, Shirley! (And that is the most fucked-up intersection dealy I have ever seen. Holy smokes – you have to turn left by making 2 rights and a u-turn?? The mind boggles!)
I know we’re at a café, which can get a little loud. I don’t mind the buz of conversation, or the music being played on the sound system. Even the intermittent grinding of coffee or the sound of a plate dropping is okay.
Bird calls being broadcast from a laptop at the next table over, however, is decidedly annoying. You may find it calming, but I find hearing twittering inside a building extremely distracting.
BIRD CALLS???
Ha!
I really don’t mind any other noise apart from loud music, the other day the bank was playing music, hmhm a bank, it was so loud it was impossible to hear the person taking your money or asking you to sign whatever they goddamned wanted you to sign.
At as cafe I suppose on low it’s acceptable, a high street clothes store it’s kind of a given but I really don’t want my ears to start bleeding in a bank.
To the ancient git in the ancient-git-mobile whom I, to my heartfelt regret, allowed to pull out in front of me and then was forced to follow for the next several miles, at 20 to a hair-raising 25 MPH in a 40 MPH zone:
What the fuck?!? Are you trying out for the lead role in “Grampaw and the Amazing Put-Put Machine”? :mad:
Dear Comcast,
I swear to god, giving me yet another replacement modem won’t fix my internet problems. Judging by the constant flickering and fuzzy screen on the tv, it has to be something to do with the signal being sent or the cables outside. No, moving everything to the other cable outlet doesn’t help either. No, its not my computer, my boyfriends computer, the router or the modem causing the problems. Every repair guy that has come has hooked up a new modem and waited for those miraculous 5 minutes an hour that the internet works, then high-tails it out. How about sending out a cable guy who’l actually work on my problem?
Fuckers.
Respectfully,
Tamryne
As my husband always says about these guys, it’s not that they aren’t aware of the speed limits; they’re probably barely even aware that they’re in a car, driving. Makes you feel real secure, don’t it? 
(Was he wearing an ancient git hat?)
Not this one. Male Q-Tip, though not as fluffy as the female of the species.
One right turn, go over to the boulevard and do a U’ey. It streamlines everything.
What the hell is up this week with phising schemes centered around PayPal? I don’t even use my PayPal account - hell, I think I transferred it to my husband’s email. I’ve gotten a dozen fake emails this week though. I think I might have to go put PayPal’s phising-alert email in my address book.
I am getting “you have an ecard from a …”. :rolleyes: , and the normal penis enlargement, Viagra and OEM software scams.
The weird thing is, it’s my personal university email which I keep Super Sekrit, so I am doubly confused. It’s for university and personal use only and doesn’t see the light of day on forms, etc. as it is my whole name. I have another email for registration purposes and other stuff I know will cause massive spam and whatnot. In any case, phishers are annoying.
Shit, I get those and I don’t even have a paypal account 
Rant-lette: to Rogers Video Direct and/or customers of same who sit on the fucking disc for months at a time without returning them: where under god’s cock are discs 3-6 of S3 Babylon 5? I’ve got blue ovaries here waiting!!!
Oh god. Your mother and I begged you not to move to Ft. Greene.
Fuck baseball season, fuck it long and hard with a schrapnel dildo lubricated with Agent Orange. To all the bastards who clog my neighborhood streets with traffic while I sweat my ass off in my non-air conditioned car which is almost overheating 2 blocks from my house because it’s been idling too long, I hope you take a foul ball to the testicles and/or kidneys.
Baseball sucks, and those bastards who drive alone to the games need to seriously consider carpooling before I sit on my front porch with a potato gun lobbing dog poo at your cars. It’s oh-so-convenient to live a block from the interstate on-ramp, except for baseball season.
The Devil Rays suck anyway, and most of you bastards are Yankees fans. Stay the hell out of my neighborhood. Or watch out for flying dog poo.
You know what pisses me off? People who never buy their own cigarettes because they’re “trying to quit,” yet have no problems with bumming from others whenever we happen to be drinking. I don’t grudge my infrequently smoking friends a few cigarettes when we’re out having fun, but a few nights ago I bought a pack before I went to a party, only to find it empty by the end of the night (at most I will smoke half a pack when I’m drinking, if that). I let a friend bum one, and before I knew it half the party was helping themselves. WTF? I didn’t even know half these people, but I didn’t want to seem like a jerk by saying yes to my friends and no to everyone else. If you want to smoke that much, go buy your own damn cigarettes. If you’re trying to quit, then quit, for fuck’s sake, and stop mooching off strangers.
Well, shut my mouth, Costco had B5 and Crusade on for $27 a season today. Change my above rant to Season 4, move it ahead 1 month, and we’ll call it good.
I pit friends who create fundraising sites to pay for their trips. Yeah, I know, there’s a worthy cause involved in there somewhere – but YOU HAVE MONEY! You’ve already written about all the expensive jewelry your husband bought you – go hawk some of it, if you really HAVE to go all the way to Disneyworld in order to fight cancer. Puhleeze.
Stupid insurance industry. Last month I bought a car. My very first car so I didn’t have an established relationship with an insurance company but I needed insurance before I could drive away with the car. Fortunately there are businesses that handle this exact situation. They get you a quote, fax the forms to the dealership, I sign everything and fax it back. Fabulous I am now insured and can drive away with my new car. Flash forward almost three weeks when I have now had time to research my various insurance options and choose the one that I really want. Just as I’m getting ready to cancel the insurance that I originally purchased they finally get around to sending me an official copy of the policy and a card to keep in my car. As I looked at the policy I discovered that the effective date was 5 days later than the effective date on the forms I filled out for this “immediate” insurance. Apparently these people have a different definition of immediate than I do. Granted nothing happened to my car during those five days, but it could have. When I called to ask about this and cancel the policy I got someone who can’t figure out how to talk intelligibly on the phone. I could barely hear her. I asked her multiple times to speak up and I was still straining for every word. I never did get an understandable explanation for that 5 day lag. So having officially cancelled the policy it will now take them 45 days to rebate me the premium for the unused time. WTF. How can that possibly require 45 days. I’m guessing they target the I need insurance now market because their service is so lousy that no one willingly stays with them.
I would gladly join your league of poo flinging potato gunning vehicles. Poo Ball would be awesome!
That reminds me of my sister and her constantly bugging us to give her money for her kids’ fundraising. She’s loaded; on paper, she and her husband are worth upwards of 1.5 million; she has kids, and we don’t and never will, so this is a one way street. We have just stopped giving her money for everything except the things we actually like (mint chocolate girl whatever cookies). And before anyone wants to tell me about how annoying it is for parents that they have to fundraise for their kids 52 weeks a year, I don’t care. Make that your own rant.
(Wouldn’t Poo Ball be kinda stinky?)