Throwing rotten food away makes me a Philistine? How so, precisely?
The economics of the game were fucked. The only way for most teams to make money was to make the playoffs. The only way to make the playoffs was to ice a good team. The easiest and quickest way to do that was to bring in FAs. That led to a never-ending spiral of salary inflation.
What you need to understand is that when an individual makes a decision in his own best interest, that does not necessarily lead to an optimal outcome for the group as a whole. This is well known among game theorists and economists but often ignored by the public at large. What’s needed in such situations is the institution of a system that forces individuals to make decisions that are in the group’s best interest(or one that gives them incentives to do the same).
Not to mention the horribly inflationary qualifying offer system or the near certainty that the owners showing “restraint” as a group would have led to a NHLPA lawsuit over collusion.
Broke my tooth on New Year’s Eve. Top THAT! My first bite of my delicious Vietnamese sub, no less. On the plus side, it’s about the best break I’ve ever had - it doesn’t hurt much, and is just a jagged edge bugging my tongue. I think I can live with this until Wednesday (assuming my dentist can fit me in then). Friggin’ teeth, though. I eat milk and dairy till it’s coming out my ears, and my teeth still break if I look at them funny.
Related to this post,, feral cats. If you have a friggin’ cat, do the right thing and get it spayed or neutered. If you must allow you cat to reproduce, keep it inside until it is time. Then be responsible for the offspring. Don’t let the damn things run wild. I have taken over a dozen cats to the pound in the last six months. I hope more people will take them in so I don’t have to dispose of them properly.
Failing all that, keep them out of my damn yard so I don’t have to trap them and then waste the gas to get them to the pound.
SSG Schwartz
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Yeah, fuck them for not falling into line behind our Republicrat duopoly. How dare they support someone whose politics might derail the self-serving gravy train and the screwing of the American people that passes for politics in Washington.
I don’t like Ron Paul that much, and i certainly wouldn’t vote for him, but what i hate even more than his politics are assholes in the American political system who do nothing but ridicule anyone who dares to look beyond the major parties. The votes of the American people are not merely the property of the Democrats and Republicans, to be slightly redistributed every couple of years.
FIGHT THE MAN, BROTHER! :rolleyes:
I think Ron Paul is a bad candidate, period. I respect Paul’s idealism, but I think he’s insane (not literally, of course), has horrible ideas, and- if elected- would cause major problems for our nation. THAT is why I don’t understand why my otherwise intelligent father wants to support the guy. I’m 90% sure it’s just because Paul wants to rid the world of the IRS- since there isn’t too horribly much more in Paul’s platform that coincides with my father’s ideologies.
And fuck you for assuming that I was rolling my eyes because someone is voting for a third party. I think that ANY moves towards a more diverse system is WONDERFUL. But, you know what? Paul doesn’t. He’s running on the Republican ticket and said that it was a MISTAKE running third party before. So tell me, how is he helping break the pattern of Republican vs Democrat? Because he’s a particularly conservative, ideologically libertarian Republican? What was that last part again? Ah yeah, REPUBLICAN.
Ain’t nothin’ wrong with being a Republican, ain’t nothin’ wrong with voting third party. But to pretend that Paul is the last hope for the demise of the two party system is bullshit, particularly when its that system he’s agreeing with by his very participation in one of the parties.
No, choosing function over aesthetics does. 'Twas just a joke anyway.
I’m a bit confused. Your husband does not have a relationship with his father, yet he accepts gifts from him?
Might I suggest this thread for your reference?
When walking on a public concourse such as at a hockey game, sidewalk, or mall, or any other place that has a traffic pattern, please obey the rules of the road. If you must meander, please move to the far right and get the fuck out of my way. If you must take an opportunity to have a cellular phone conversation, don’t stop in the middle of traffic. If you can’t walk and talk at the same time, move off to the side for fuck’s sake.
To the people behind Richmond’s “ball” drop last night:
What the hell was up that? Were you experiencing technical difficulty, or was someone high on drugs? Because it’s not called a “ball drop” for nothing. You’re supposed to raise the thing and then–wait for it–DROP IT! You’re not supposed to send it up one minute before midnight and then just let it stay up there while everyone checks their watches, wondering if they’re slow.
Maybe people wouldn’t have been so confused if you had just put up a screen with the countdown on it. Or you could have had someone with a bullhorn lead the counting. At least we would have been able to see that you were doing a “ball up” instead of the traditional “ball down”. But the way it was, everyone just thought you were raising the ball in preparation for lowering it. When it didn’t fall, we all felt like we had something taken away from us. The loud-ass counting is the best part of the whole thing. I stood there for an hour smelling the marijuana and vomit of the city’s intoxicated youth just for the count-down and the glorious anticipation of the future that comes with it. And I got nothing! I could have been at home watching Good Times, people.
If I’m going to stay in this city for the long-haul, ya’ll really need to work on putting on a better show.
This is long overdue by several years but I’ve got to tell someone!
When Donny Darko came out the media raved about it,my mates raved about it Iattempted to watch it on D.V.D. but it was so bloody contrived and self consciously surreal that I gave up after half an hour,BUT when I asked my mates what the story was supposed to be about they refused to tell me and said that I must watch it.
So several weeks later I steeled myself to watch it all the way through and it was the biggest load of old tripe its ever been my misfortune to have to sit through(excluding Highlander 2 whos writers and director should have been doused in petrol and SHOT very very slowly)
The plot,if you can dignify that juvenile rubbish with a name it does not deserve,was so full of holes that you’d have to have been drugged out your mind AND suffering from severe concussion not to have noticed them while half asleep and wearing dark glasses.
There seemed to be a determined attempt to put in as many seemingly irrelevant but perplexing events that would no doubt make a subtle point later on in the film,but no,they actually were totally fucking irrelevant.
Donny,bless him seemed to spend a lot of the time with an expression like a dead codfish on his face (acting no doubt,reminded me alot of Things to do in Denver when your dead where the hero spent most of his time looking as though he was going to burst into tears even though the other person in the scene was only talking about the weather)
When the end blessedly arrived I couldn’t help thinking "Donny why for gods sake didn’t you stay in your room at the beginning of the film and get killed by the falling jet engine and as a result save me from wasting two hours of my fucking life.
I still haven’t forgiven my mates and I will get them back,no longer how long it takes.
Dont you worry about that matey.
WOW that was great!!!This thread is a bloody good idea,I have just so waited so long to get that out of my system.
“Holiday commercial junk marketed out of season” strikes again.
After suffering through Halloween hash since Labor Day and Christmas crap since mid-October, yesterday I saw Valentine’s Day dross stocked up and attempting to waylay innocent unsuspecting discount-sale hunters. I got the impression that the “shoot me”-shiny-red stuff had been initially stocked more than a week ago.
If it’s holiday season, what’s the bag limit?
A special New Year’s Eve Fuck YOU to my uterus and Mother Nature.
Couldn’t wait to have a snow storm and start my period say…a day earlier or later? Had to be the 31st, when I might have plans?
Did a migraine shot at 530pm which sorta helped, but didn’t take the thumping in my head away completely and Mother Nature hadn’t started to snow as of yet ( I get barometric migraines as well as hormonal ones, to name two of the kinds I get.)
So, about 11ish, my husband, MR. HAPPY the BARTENDER and Jager Pusher, asks me, to drive the 3 miles home to get the second bottle of jager we have and the Jager cups that we have ( disposable. We have connections with Jager, dontchaknow.)
I get home and decide to take a few minutes to give myself another shot, because ( didn’t realize it) Mother Nature was going to just start crapping out snow in a short while and my head was really not happy. I just can’t stick the needle in my neck ala James Bond in his latest adventure ( if he got hormonal migraines instead of some Evil Guy trying to poison him.) it takes me a few minutes of physking myself up to stick it in the blubber that is my stomach which then always brings out such cheerful thoughts of how could I have let myself go like this!!!111!!! before i shoot myself and feel the medicine instantly rush to my brain. Normally, I then take a long nap, but drunks awaited and I sallied forth.
I made it back to the party with about 2 minutes to spare and decided not to toy with my brain and meds and play catch up. Had a lovely time and then my period decided to show up. grrrrrrrrrrrrreaaaaaaaaaaat Still, it was great watching everyone else ( except one) get hammered and slur.
And then, when we left at 430ish in the am, I had to walk about 25 yards in 6 inches of snow in my clogs ( my sorels were in the truck, happily waiting for me.) and I warmed up and cleaned off two trucks, took 15 minutes to drive home because the roads and the ditches were all one with snow and no other idiot was on the road before us so there were no tracks to follow.
Oh, and the second bottle of jager wasn’t even cracked open. But I didn’t care as it gave me an excuse to go home and get my drugs.
Either Mother Nature controls my uterus or my uterus controls mother nature.
This got a WTF from me when we went to the grocery store last night to buy New Year’s Eve snacks. I can understand putting out Halloween and Christmas decorations a month early since they’re decoration-intensive holidays, but I can’t fathom buying a heart-shaped box of chocolates on the first day of January.
I can appreciate and admire the general, ah, chutzpah required to stand along the Rose Parade route with signs that spell out “KUCHINICH”. Really, I can. But some things are traditional. I want to focus on the floats and marching bands, all of which require a lot of planning and preparation. Your “KUCHINICH” signs? Not so much.
Robin
The gift was delivered via my SIL, who still has a relationship with him. Her and my other SIL spent Christmas Eve with my FILs family (FTR, they’re all nice, it’s just him we don’t want to deal with, which makes holidays a nice emotional tug-of-war between spending it with them, or with my MIL sighs), and came back Christmas day with it. It’s probably not worth the effort of sending it back and telling him where to shove it.
AND, if you are on an escalator and you come to the end - FUCKING MOVE!!! Bad things happen if you just stop.
Dear gift card seller. The website to which you direct people to “register” their cards does not work. It has not worked since 2006 if not longer. You have to know by now that it does not work. So stop putting stickers on your cards telling people to go there! You pay us money for every call we take from your cardholders. You’re wasting who knows how much money to print and place the stickers and wasting that much more paying us. Morons.
We were in a very busy, crowded mall last Sunday, and there were a couple of young adults stopped, having a conversation, in the middle of the corridor, with everyone walking around them. Do you ever feel like walking up to people like this and yelling right in their faces, “MOVE!!!”? Or is it just me? 
Trust me, it’s not just you.