Here in America, we use Fahrenheit as God intended! 
Of course, Kelvin is the only true temperature scale.
Surprised they can even move when it’s below absolute zero…
If it were below absolute zero they would burst into super flames. Any negative temperature is hotter than any constant positive temperature.
She’s in North America.
Still, it’s Canada, which is going to make it Celsius.
Nevertheless, that’s pretty fucking cold. Socks should NOT be optional.
I’ve heard (and you’ve probably heard, too) that de-cluttering helps reduce people’s stress; I think he was going to get to this point regardless of what you did. At least, that’s one theory. 
Well, I hope. At least, I culled the important papers from the dreck. Found a social security check that he’d been sure was lost. And for Og’s sake, there were bugs in the kitchen, in the fridge when I started. Can’t be a bad thing that I banished them.
I work part-time in an office that consists of 1.5 other people (but also interfacing with quite a few volunteers). The people are great, the organization is great, but no one in the office knows how to use technology, and some days I just want to set a rule that no one is allowed to touch a computer but me, and no one is allowed to suggest different methodology for troubleshooting tech.
This is what happened today:
Someone on a committee put together a survey on surveymonkey, and it was my job to distribute it via our listserv and facebook. I sent it out on the listserv, and pretty quickly got e-mails back saying that people were getting an error message when they tried to submit their survey. I had no problem from my computer, and I don’t have access to the surveymonkey account that was used, so I e-mailed the person who made the survey letting her know that there was maybe something wrong with it. “We’ve had people fill it out successfully, so I don’t know what’s wrong.” Okaaaay. I guess that’s settled then.
My boss then asks me, “maybe it’s because they got the link through the listserv and not the original e-mail.” “No,” says I, “everyone is getting to the page successfully. The link is accurately pointing them to the survey, and where they got the link is not going to have any effect on the function of the survey.”
Boss: “Ok, well, sometimes surveymonkey is weird, put it out on the facebook anyway.”
Me: “Um, all right, if you think that it’s nothing to worry about.”
Time goes by, and numerous people are posting on our facebook, “we’re getting an error when we try to submit your survey!”
Boss says, “well, I guess some people were successful clicking through on the listserv, but on facebook it’s causing even more problems.”
Me: “Really, truly, it doesn’t matter where people are clicking the link. The link is not the problem. Something is unclear or broken in the survey itself, and I can’t troubleshoot that because I don’t have access to the surveymonkey account.”
Boss: “When I clicked on the link in my e-mail it worked.”
Me: “The fact that it worked for you and I (and apparently some other people, as the survey has been getting some results) has nothing to do with where the link was that you clicked on to take you to the survey. The problem is in the survey itself.”
. . . rinse, lather and repeat over four different conversations.
Gah!
I also have to explain at least once a month that deleting an e-mail from the outlook inbox on one computer will have no effect on the outlook inbox on another computer accessing the same e-mail address.
I also regularly get e-mails sent to both my and my boss’s address. She then proceeds to forward the e-mail to me.
All small things in the scheme of things, but sometimes I get such a headache . . .
Ugh! My windshield has all these spots on it. You can see the spots when the windshield is dry, but we just had our first real rain of the season and it’s awful. Cleaning the windshield doesn’t seem to have done anything to help. You can’t feel the spots, so it’s not like tree sap or anything like that (plus, no trees). And like I said, when it’s dry you can’t tell they are there at all. I’m so frustrated.
People, look around your house. Are you a hoarder, even a moderate one? Are you getting older, or have a serious medical condition?
If so, PLEASE do your loved ones a great favor and start getting it under control NOW. When you die – and we all will – someone is going to have to deal with it. When your loved ones think of Aunt Jane or Uncle Bob in the future, surely you’d rather that the first thing they remember is the way you taught them to ride a bike or the great cookies you baked.
And NOT that you kept every empty pill bottle and damn piece of junk mail you received for the last forty years and they had to spend weeks shoveling your crap out. 
Anybody want 23 18-volt batteries? Each one labeled with tape showing the date it was removed from the smoke alarm? Because he was meticulous about replacing them twice a year, but they weren’t dead, of course, so you keep them to use in something else. But you don’t have anything else that uses that size battery…
Stupid dog hit my hand while I was posting, so posted way before I had it actually typed. So here is a useless post because of the dog.
Turning 60, so I’ve got that little voice in the back of my head saying “So, what happens if I keel over tomorrow?” And I keep thinking “Shit, the wife and kids’ll have a lot of my junk to torch…”
So I’m embarking on a Decade of Decluttering.
Just switched my big office (with 20 linear feet of desk space to fill up with Piles O’ Stuff) for a tiny one. Made myself pare down to three boxes of Stuff, and filled a dumpster (fist pump) with my ex-Stuff.
I threw out thirty years of accumulated files and “Stuff I’m Sure I’ll Use For Something Any Day Now”. I was sure I’d be running into a lot of "Ohhh, no! Why did I toss that?!?" But it’s only happened twice. And the world didn’t end.
I feel ya, StarvingButStrong. My father-in-law just inherited his father’s farm. Grandfather-in-law bought it in 1923, and threw away nothing with any potential use. FIL continues the tradition. My husband is FIL’s only child. Someday, we will be the proud owners of 107 acres and 90 years worth of crap, interspersed with just enough good stuff that we will be forced to sort through every single scrap in the house, the barn, the tractor shed, the workshop, the Little House, etc. And Tony’s mother hangs on to every little thing, too, so there will be her house, too. And my mother - she lives in the Land of “Too Good to Throw Away.” She continually accumulates more crap. Plus, there’s my uncle - a certified hoarder, who has named my mother his heir, which means that I get co-opted to try to sort through that ten-acre Superfund site some day… (Again - just enough good stuff that it must be sorted instead of just burned. Money stashed all the hell over the place.)
I hope all of my relatives are immortal.
Except when I want to dispatch my own mother. I’m entirely aware that Son 2.0 has a mild speech impediment. I’m also entirely aware that he speaks quite clearly when he’s not being “lazy” and mumbling. Therefore, the kid is participating in drama and in debate this year. He’s doing fine in both - being cast in progressively larger roles in each play, winning record in debate. He is becoming more mindful of his speech. My mother is becoming less and less mindful of her own, and insults and ridicule aren’t really very helpful in this situation. (“What? He’s trying to act?! No one will understand him! He just says ‘mumblebluhblah!’”) I might have put up with this shit from my mother regarding myself, but the crazy old bat will not pull this crap on her grandson.
Also, I hope desperately that the new house is far enough off the beaten path that the Jehovah’s Witnesses don’t find me. I’m so effing tired of feeling like I’m the rude one when I open the door and say “not interested” and close the door on people who continue to show up uninvited.
sorry–edited, but the original (451) stayed there, so deleted this.
I’m having flashbacks of when Arizona put in speed cameras. OMG, the horror of getting a ticket in the mail instead of “meeting your accuser face to face”. The cameras gave people 11 mph over before flashing, isn’t that fast enough in traffic?
Then, after lots of legal battles, the camera’s went away. Then the streets were “covered in blood” because there weren’t cameras to stop the speeders.
SeaDragonTattoo No words, just lots of virtual hugs. I’m so sorry. It never seems to get easier, does it? You gave him a good, long and happy life, try to be at peace knowing that he will be able to have a loving and painless passing. More hugs.
You are a very good person to worry about that. I agree that its not your fault.
What?!?! Wait a minute, its get down to zero in Texas? I’m moving back to Arizona when that happens.
My husband has a cold. I’m an evil bitch. After his heart surgery, he was all stalwart and brave and determined. No complaints about pain or weakness, too tough for pain pills, lets walk up the stairs NOW.
Now that he has a cold, he’s a whineyassed crybaby. Yes, I am bringing him chicken soup in bed, but I’m so laughing at this.
It’s just so weird, reading you posting “my husband,” just as though you’ve been among the subset of Dopers-Who-Are-Married all along.
I’m happy for you, that you appear to be settling into married life so seamlessly. 
Fuck.
I hate working for Kaplan full time. I hate teaching the MCAT. So I was overjoyed last semester when a local Econ professor had a mild heart problem that was serious enough to put him on bed rest for a while. They called me, a guy on their resume pile with an MS, to relieve him and gave me two classes in the fall.
The chair just have me a glowing review and told me how glad he is that they brought me on. They booked me for the winter session compressed course. It’s a small state school notorious for doing stuff on the fly, and the schedule up for the spring is just a copy of last year’s schedule with a bunch of classes still listed as STAFF, so I figured they were still just moving and shaking in the background. After all, after that observation, they clearly want me to stick around.
Yesterday, I was having a conversation with the secretary about our required furlough policy and she offhandedly mentioned that I’m not coming back in the spring so I should try to take both days this semester if possible.
Fuck.
Congratulations! You’re doing a wonderful thing for your loved ones – tell them so, and collect their thanks and kisses know while you’ll enjoy them.
Lacunae, one of our old posters found a way to deal with them, alas I don’t have time to search for it, but Master Wang Chun greeted them with a sword, or was that a long jelly dong, I forget which, and sent them running.
As for the speech thing, my cousins daughter has the whole talk-while-not-moving-mouth thing down pat, and it drives my mother bonkers. I understand her fine. Everyone’s mileage varies.
flatlined, as I recall, didn’t he have INCENTIVE to walk up the stairs???
You meanthis one?