This is a great word! I wish we americans could figure out some way to work oblasts into our political landscape.
Beyond the rusty cars, trees and shrubs are also sensitive to salt injury. This may, or may not play a major part in the decision not to salt in Bulgaria.
Stupid jet lag! I just got back from a trip to Israel last Thursday, and I’m still jet-lagged. I’m slowly getting back toward a normal schedule, but why does it have to take so long, and why do I have to be so tired while I readjust?
Stupid brain! There was something else I was going to say here, and now I’ve forgotten it.
To the insensitive fucker who stands right near the back door during lunch, smoking like a forest fire:
Ignorant ball of pus, you were nice enough to open the door for the cute little secretary who wiggled her ass by you with nothing but a purse in her hands, but I’m only 2 steps behind her with an armload of crap…and you shut the door in my face. And laugh about it.
Fuckwaffle, I’m gonna shove that smelly cancer stick up your ass if you pull that again. And if I’m in a really bad mood, I’m going to shove part of the nearby chain link fence up your ass too.
I really don’t know whom I’m most pissed at here. Probably myself.
But, the situation is that the local grocery chain does like to provide jobs for handicapped persons where it can. This one guy at the location my parents use most often is being used as what they call a Helping Hands person - they get the carts in, provide escorts to cars, and otherwise offer to help anyone who might need it while in, or leaving, the store. I find this particular chap particularly annoying, his laugh and his voice both grate on me. (My father has agreed that this guy can be annoying, too - so it’s not just me. It may just be the males of my family, but I’m not completely unique in this.) But what really bothers me is that he is a military fan. And he has a collection of command ballcaps, t-shirts, and patches.
Which would be a completely innocent hobby for anyone. If it weren’t for the fact that I wear my old (and last) command ball cap when I’m outside. I only needed to be sunburned on the top of my head once to find that the idea of wearing some kind of headgear all the time, outside, is a good idea. These days, I’m almost neurotic about it. Going out with out a hat feels like I’m going outside naked.
So, everytime this guy sees me, we have the same fucking conversation.
“Hey, that’s a nice hat.”
“Thanks”
“What’s a CGN?”
“Guided Missile Cruiser, Nuclear Powered. It was the ship I served on.”
Here’s where the first alternate script shows up: He may make jokes about how dangerous nuclear power plants are. Then he goes into the next phase: telling me about his own command patch/ballcap collection, and asking if I could help him get one from my ship. (The ship is razor blades, and the style cap I have was pretty rare, even while she was still around - so, no I can’t.)
It’s obvious, on my repeated encounters with this guy that he really is not all there. I suspect a problem with actually being able to transfer short-term memory to long-term memory. But this is getting pretty annoying, after three years of seeing him once or twice a month. Either I have to leave the ballcap in the car, which is uncomfortable for me - as I said, I feel almost naked without it on; or I have to find another cap.
Or find some way for this broken record to stop bothering me.
And I can’t seem to be able to just drop it. And that pisses me off more than the simple broken record conversations do.
I’d wear a different cap to get groceries. It doesn’t sound like it’s the guy’s fault that he’s annoying you, but I’d be annoyed, too, at the same conversation over and over. Since he can’t really do something about it, if you want it to stop, the ball’s in your court.
Damn it, Dax - stop it!
I know you don’t like Magic. You have made that fact abundantly clear in the 15 months since he came to live with us. So quit fucking staring at him and growling! If he comes near you or bothers you, you have my permission to rip his head off - unless you are sitting in the chair behind me. I do not want a catfight on my butt. Otherwise, have at it. If he lives he will leave you alone. But the growling at him every time you see him - and positioning yourself so you CAN see him - it driving your poor Mama nuts. I can’t relax at the computer because I am constantly afraid you are going to erupt into a ball of claws right behind me.
So cut it out, mkay? Mama loves you.
Work-related - there are approximately 50 people networked up to each printer/photocopier/fax machine combo at work - when you print something, FRIKKIN’ GO GET IT!!! Nobody else knows that it’s the first version, and you only wanted the second, tweaked version. You print it, you don’t want it -YOU recycle it.
Do not go to the end of the on ramp and then stop! Leave yourself enough room to get up to speed so that you can merge into traffic. Moron!
I don’t know why on earth you think that pants which hang down below your tighty-whitey-clad ass make you look tough. Yeah, you looked a bad ol’ gangsta there by the side of the road, bending into the engine of your broken-down SUV, with your butt stuck out into traffic. Seriously, your waistband is five inches below the leg openings of your underwear (which look like they could use a laundering). To paraphrase a Doper from a thread a few years ago: Nothing says “tough mutha” like going around looking like you just got half-pantsed.
What a goober.
On the radio today I heard this:
Wow. Just wow.
Oh, the dude was Tony Snow, the weasel.
And for Christ’s sweet sake, do you have to smoke that fucking thing right at the door? Fuck, dude, there is the possibility that some of us don’t enjoy the smell of cigarettes. You have the ability to step away from the door, maybe 50 feet or so. I don’t have the choice to enter your building. And whatever you do, with that smelly shit stick in your hands, now is not the time to engage me in conversation.
SSG Schwartz
I always get a chance to laugh when I go to the mall. I just never have been able to figure out what’s cool about having to pull your pants up every third step. I must be turning into an old fuddy-duddy or something.
19-inch 1440x900 monitors, you fucking suck and I hate you. If my $600 notebook can have a 14-inch screen with same pixel resolution and better gamma representation, where the fuck you get off costing 150 bucks?
Shit. I can’t tell the difference betwen #DDDDDD and #FFFFFF on this fucking thing. Piece of crap.
GAH. You have those days where you SWEAR you must be speaking some weird alien language since NO seems to understand you? That is my today.
Example 1: A coworker asks me to fill out some survey regarding a work project. No problem, but please clarify one of the questions. She begins to explain a different question. Noooo, I’m asking about X, not Y. I’m explaining X. No you’re not. Repeat a few more times. Finally I said screw it and just noted the question needed clarification
Example 2: Talking to a friend about my car. Last night I went to get the oil changed and could not get the hood up (long story short: you need pliers to pull the cable for it to pop - it wouldn’t pop). Later I went to the store… and noticed the hood bouncing up and down. Well hell. Pulled over and went to close the hood - and now the fucking thing won’t close all the way. It will latch, but not close. I’m not comfortable driving a car where there’s the possibility of the hood popping up. “Just take it to the garage” I just SAID I don’t want to drive it. “But if you take it to the garage they can fix it”. No, not driving it. “Huff Then I don’t know what you expect ME to do about it!” Umm, I wasn’t EXPECTING you to do ANYTHING numbnuts. No where did I ask you to do anything about it.
Example 3: Newer coworker asks me case questions. No problem - just let me research and get back to you. Two minutes later I answer all of her questions. WOW, where’d you get those answers? The case notes. Really- the case notes? Uh, YEAH the case notes. I didn’t need to ask you if I had read the case notes? YEAH, if you had read the case notes we wouldn’t be having this conversation.
Calgon. It really has been A day so far. I so just want to go back to bed.
Why is it when I email someone with multiple questions/requests they only answer one? Do I need to send them in seperate emails? What the hell?
Perhaps this thread on the topic will help you out with that. 
Short answer - yes, you do need separate emails.
I’m back to the really frustrating cycle of not sleeping well. I swing back and forth all night between waking up in a sweat and then waking up freeeeeezing because all the sweat is evaporating! Combined with not ever really being deeply asleep. Feel like I’m bobbing up and down on an ocean of sleep, but never really submerging.
The most charming part is that this results in me being like an overtired toddler at work. Man, kids got it easy. If they want to cry in exhaustion or have a tantrum, they can. I don’t think the adult trade off of being able to have ice cream for dinner if you want it dammit is worth it.
I’m having nightmares every night. That sucks. I normally don’t even remember having dreamt, so this is unusual and unpleasant.
I’m also having TMI problems that I won’t TMI you all with. They are also unusual and unpleasant.
TA, I’ve read that if your last dream before waking is a nightmare, that that can be a sign of depression. FYI.
At work today I received not one but two of those OBAMA IS A MUSLIM e-mails. One of the e-mails even said, “We checked this out on snopes.com and it’s factual.”
I’m not voting for the guy, but yeesh, people. A simple search of snopes can debunk most of these e-mails!!