Pedestrians aren’t invisible and if you run us over, we do bleed. Fucking motorists can fuck off.
You know what I hate? When you are eating a perfectly good meal, and you have a big mouthful that you’re chewing up, and you fucking sneeze! You struggle to swallow, you try to keep your mouth closed, but it fucking explodes all over the place! All down my shirt, too.
Gah! What a mess.
Because of Danny Partridge, the preteen red-headed bass player in TV pop musical group “The Partridge Family.”
And now for MY rant: I was getting ready for work this morning at the ungodly cow-milking hour of 5:30 a.m. I go to buckle my belt (which is one of those reversible belts with the buckle that rotates on a central post to make it face the side of the belt you want), and the buckle just comes off in my hand. I’ve already had the buckle part come apart on me a couple of times, but I’ve been able to fix it; this time it’s unfixable. I’ve had this belt for less than six months, too.
DAMN it! I’m wearing my previous belt, which is uncomfortable because the buckle is square and it pokes me in the tummy. Hrmph.
Got a bench grinder?
Raleigh needs to accommodate bicyclists better. Seriously, there are about a million colleges here with their campuses all split into pieces. Half the population could bike if it wasn’t deadly. Would it be so much to even have a sidewalk along all of your major, in-town, shop-lined roads? No? How about a paved shoulder on the bigger roads with easily 10 feet of mowed grass on either side? You know, injured cars can use shoulders too, thereby relieving traffic jams. Hello?
I think you got it right in part. Having had a cat in the hospital over night, the smell of the place sticks to their fur for a while (not to mention gloves that they touched him with for the procedure).
The other part is due to the neutering. They just don’t release the same hormones anymore. It’s minute (i think) since they’re still kittens, but enough to disturb Rascal.
I hope they’re both doing well =)
Oh my God, you’re so nice. Nice has no place in mini-rants!
I’m feeling slightly better and slightly less like I’ve made a horrible mistake by changing jobs—nothing about the job makes me feel that way. I just get that way when I change jobs.
Now, however, my son is sick. He has to go for blood oxygen checks every single day. and I can’t be the one to take him because of not wanting to miss my third day of work or whatever, and it just makes me feel so, so awful. I HATE transitions. I can’t take the stress. Again, I can’t help but think that I would have much more flexibility if I’d just stayed at the old job…but that’s just because I haven’t really earned/asked for the flexibility here yet. Proving myself and all that.
Have I mentioned that I’m overwhelmed? I feel like I’m drowning.
Things seem to have settled down; there wasn’t any hissing when I fed them this morning and I think I saw them playing together earlier today. Mischief appears to be healing well.
Next week Rascal goes in for his surgery, and we’ll see what Mischief thinks of him when he gets back.
I got four new tires on my car last December for $560. Now I have to replace two of them because there is an unfixable screw in one, and you need to replace tires in pairs (I understand you do, anyway). For some unknown reason, there are nails and screws on the roads here everywhere I go. I pick them up constantly (by hand, and, apparently, with my tires). This is the third puncture in these new tires. Goddammit, tires are supposed to last longer than 10 months. There’s also some mechanical thingummy that needs replacing on the car (for some hundreds of dollars), and my husband’s car needs to go in and have it’s fall tune-up and facelift (it’s a 1999 model, so every tune-up it comes with a list of required replacements). Remind me again why I don’t just take transit everywhere? :rolleyes:
And my stomach has been upset all day. Bleah.
Hey, douchebags.
Yes, I’m aware that there’s a lot of traffic in this lane. In fact, the traffic in this lane downright sucks! It’s like we’re barely moving! The reason for this is that the mysteriously and temptingly unoccupied lane to your right is an exit only lane. Sure, you might not have the really important yellow rectangle enclosing words to that effect - but we both know you drive down this road every single day, and, guess what? When a lane exits and then immediately ends in a suicidal merge with the inexplicably clogged one to the left where all the non-douchebags are driving, it means that you should probably get in the fucking lane while the getting’s good.
No, that does not mean barrel down the left side at eighty. It does not mean drive as quickly as possible to the terminal end of the lane and wedge yourself into the first microchasm that opens between a car and the semitruck in front of it.
Fuck off and die. I’m still not letting you in. Enjoy the horn and the middle finger; that’s all you get.
To the fucktards who are doing road work on the road not quite on my way to work: stop blocking off the fucking left lane before the intersection. I know, I know, you’re just trying to ease people over into the right lane, but a *lot of people want to turn left at that intersection! Blocking a whole lane off unnecessarily means that the traffic backs up and I either (a) have to wait through a cycle at the light to make my left turn that would completely avoid the roadwork if you didn’t put the cones all over the damned place, or (b) drive several blocks around in a different direction, during which I have to wait at another light anyway. Grrrr.
To the asshole in the hotel room next to mine. It’s 10 PM, time to turn down the T.V. If you can’t hear it at normal volume at this time of night, you’re too old to be up this late.
Sorry about that.
(Really in a hotel room, listening to TV, probably too loudly.)
[snerk] I would swear that you were one of the students at my uni.
Seriously, though, do you have independent study options? You might be able to create a system that centralizes the GA positions, and earn some serious goodwill in your department. One of my students did this last year, and he went from being thought of as “pain-in-the-ass-know-it-all” to “one of our best students ever!”
Dickhead fucknards of the internets:
Don’t ever, ever, embed autoplaying audio or video clips on your page. I’ve got 15 tabs open, and all of a sudden my computer is screaming at me. If you put a video or audio clip on the page give me the option of playing it when I click on it.
Unless you’re just trying to be assholes. If that’s your aim, congrats! You’ve accomplished this goal with flying colors.
Take your child and WORK FROM HOME, dammit! I can hear you two rows away, with earplugs in and headphones over the earplugs! Take your little snugglyprecious and GO HOME!
I’ve got stuff that needs to get done and a *puppy *would be less distracting!
People bringing their kids to work is my ongoing peeve. I don’t like kids much, and the one place in all of the world that I can somewhat count on to not have kids in it is my workplace, and then people bring their kids in. It sounds like it is much worse in the US than here for that though (thank God) - people usually just bring their kids in here to visit, not for the whole frikkin’ day.
Ranting on a message board can change the world (who knew?), because whomever it was either duck-taped the lonely child and left it in a bathroom, or took the poor little creature home.
There’s probabaly a thousand people on this worksite, why there’s no corporate day care is a mystery. And I work for a “good” company.
All telemarketers should be boiled in oil. Two fucking calls in ten minutes from the same stupid people who keep calling me over and over again. Get a real job, assholes!
I recently tried to play a video with Windows Media Player and got an “Unknown Error” message. I remember reading somewhere that WMP has been around since 1991. So, after 17 years, countless updates and revisions, with the power of Microsoft behind it, I still get the pathetic “Unknown Error”.
A short time later, I tried to print a web page and got the following error: “Unknown error while printing”. :smack: