Agreed. If your “beard” looks like pubes on your face, please, shave it off.
Oh, that really does suck. Here’s hoping that they can come up with something useful for her.
I used to not be bothered by snow and cold. After 47 winters of it, I’m getting kind of tired of it. I fully intend to snowbird some day, but I agree with you on the complaining - the US doesn’t have to tolerate snowbirding at all.
Re-reading, this might sound a little more harsh than I intended; if it’s the CanadaDope thread you’re talking about, I get the feeling that most of us in there enjoy the challenging and the debating, and there’s no one in the thread that I wouldn’t take out for a beer if they came to town. What I’m saying is, take the gloves off - dive in and roll around. None of it’s personal. 
Thanks.
We could go out for beer together if we didn’t live so far away. Darned Canada being such a big country… :rolleyes: I love it anyway, of course.
This is such a minor thing, but the thing that is pissing me off the most right now- They Changed The Smell Of Pine-Sol! Those bastards. That was my favorite smell in the world. Now I am going to hate mopping. Fuck.
I love winter and snow, but holy shit my joints don’t any longer. It takes more and more to start moving in the mornings and that deep down ache is getting to be really debilitating. I have taken to living in bed with the electric heated mattress pad going some days. I probably should get one of the electrically heated lap throws and a real long extension cord for sitting at my desk.
I pit being an extrovert with social phobia or whatever it is that I have.
Upon receiving the invitation: A wine tasting party? How fun! Sure, I’ll go. Yep, this will be fun. Excellent. I like all these people. It will be good to see them again. I can’t wait.
About a week before the event: Oh, right. That party is next weekend. Well, I’m sure I will enjoy it. Yes, I know will.
Couple days before the party: Why did I say I would go to this party. I’m so tired. I just want to stay in all weekend. I could say I’m sick or something came up. I could come up with a plausible excuse. Oh, crap, I’m bringing some of the wine. I can’t really cancel. Why do I do this to myself?
The day before: Shit. Shit. Shit. Why did I say I would go to this party? Why did she even invite me? I don’t really know these people. They probably don’t even like me. She probably felt she had to invite me. I don’t really like them. What if I say stupid things? what if no one talks to me? I could say I’m sick. They would understand. No, I can’t do that. I have to go. I owe it to myself and them to try to make it.
The day of the party: I could say I have a migraine. But what if I used that last time? Ok, I will go, but I’ll leave after an hour. I’ll say I have to be up early. (Nerves, nervous stomach all day long).
Leaving for and driving to the party: Brave face, you can do it. Just smile and be yourself. They will be polite. Deep breaths. Relax. (Stomach totally in knots)
Five minutes after arriving: What as I so worried about? Why am I like this? See, they do like me. At least they seem happy I’m here. And I do like them. Why do I get so freaky about stuff like this? This is really nice. I’m so glad I came. (proceed to have wonderful evening)
Right now I am at the “Day of party” step. Typing all this out helped. The thing is, no matter how much I know that the last step will occur, and I will have a wonderful time, I go through all the other steps. Even when I get control of my negative thoughts, physically I am still there with the nervousness all day.
Rhiannon8404, I hope you get to go and you do have a good time.
White people…
Listen up. I love most of ya’ll, for real. But please stop telling me, all gleefully and proudly, whenever you find yourself the lone white person in the room.
I personally don’t care that you were the only white person in the theater when you saw “Twelve Years a Slave”. Your temporary minority status (in a dark room, where no one was even looking at you) is not a big deal to me, sorry. Do I tell you every time I’m the only black person in the room full of white folks? Which is like, oh, every day? No. Because I don’t see why anyone would care about something mundane like that.
Nor do I think you deserve major props for being the lone white person who patronizes a particular barbershop or plays pick-up basketball on the courts. I do recognize that it’s quite easy for you to avoid doing these things and that they demonstrate some level of trans-cultural bravery on your part. But I don’t think they are brag-worthy achievements since I do things like that ALL THE TIME. I understand why they stand-out as special moments to you, but I just can’t get all that excited about them. If you just mention it casually, I might say something sincerely positive. But if you go on and on about it, I’ma say something snarky like I did earlier this week: “Wanna scooby snack?”
You know who will be impressed by that kind of stuff? Other white people. They need to be told that black people don’t all shout at the movie screen or shoot at each other if the basketball game goes bad. They need to know about how surprisingly friendly black people really are. I know these things already. I’m not going to be surprised that you came out unscathed from an all-black situation because I’m not expecting otherwise.
(Directed at two white people in particular.)
You meant “Really white people”. That’s a classification that I’m a member of.
We do wacky stuff.
Thanks. I’m leaving now. I’ve managed to not throw up all day. Yay me.
Go girl! You are going to have a great time!!!
Our fuzzybutt has not only survived, he’s feeling well enough to be a pain in the butt. Poor guy is bored to tears and has taken up climbing the blinds as a hobby. He’s also started leaping at our feets and scaring us to death because we trip and are afraid that we will step on him.
I’m so happy 
So, I just took the Chemistry.com personality test. And now I know why I’m single. It’s because I’m an asshole.
Here’s what Chemistry.com thinks I’m like:
As far as I can tell, this personality profile, translated into plain English, means: “You’re an abrasive and hard-driving bitch with no empathy, patience, or even rudimentary social skills. Good luck, sucker!”
Do you know, you sound like a fun friend to me. The sort who will just start talking about important stuff right away. Food and fashion aren’t important, you want to talk about books and how to streamline your processes.
I’m so happy to hear this, too. Give him a scritch for me.
[doing the Snoopy dance of joy] If they’re pouncy and causing trouble, they’re feeling good. (applause)
Cool!
Me too. I can see where being aggressive and knowing what you want (and not suffering fools gladly) can be a negative when you’re a woman, but it shouldn’t be.
You can sit over here with flatlined and me and we’ll make off-colour jokes about everyone else here.
Waving to flatlined and Cat Whisperer; let’s dish.
You had me at bitch.
Hey, y’know, we can hear your jokes even when you’re sitting over there with the bad attitude girls. And, that one about me? It was sexist, not all that funny, and really “off-colour”.
I’ve been watching Carnivale and if I didn’t know for an absolute fact that it was shot in color, I’d swear I’d remember it being in black and white, or maybe black, brown and gray. And how the hell did that last 2 seasons? Holy shit. I’ve had more fun watching the cat sleep.
OK, it wasn’t really that bad, but I’m almost done with it now I’m thankful. Normally when I get to the end of a series I like feel a little wistful - even if it’s one that’s ongoing and especially if it’s one I know isn’t in production any more. Not this time.