November ranting!
I pit myself for not coming up with a more clever title, and stealing the title idea from a “Decembrants” thread posted earlier. At least, that’s where I think I got the title.
Well, it would more or less parse out as ‘Nine Month Rant’, so queue the pregnant women…
A old friend posted this on Facebook:
My grandmother died of congestive heart failure yesterday.
Somebody came through the 'hood late last night, took pumpkins off of porches, and smashed them in the streets. Nice.
I came down with some intestinal bug Wednesday, and I’m mostly better, but I’d like to know when I can expect a stop to the massive and utterly foul-smelling farts!
I thought that was a Hallowe’en tradition.
I really hate sites that demand you login or sign up or something similar even before you get a chance to see what’s ON the site.
You demand a sign up or an email address from me, and you have lost any chance at all to ever sell something to me.
LavenderBlue, so many cancers are curable now. I hope that’s the case for your friend.
I’m sorry, Lucky.
Oh my bleeding soul, my sister is becoming some kind of religious nut.
She’s been born-again for years, but has only witnessed never tried to proselytize me, and has been in general a reasonable person regarding most real-world issues.
Now she has written me a wall o’ text email about how she is going to pull her money out of the stock market and put it into money markets because of a bunch of coincidences regarding eclipses and Jewish holy days and the last time this happened the stock market crashed and the time before that was something horrible, and on and on, and all this has given her a feeling that she should take this step. She calls this “reason,” as in rationality, and I should listen to her and heed her advice.
I’m going to have to write her a gentle but firm email, try to explain why this kind of argument isn’t rational (I could probably use a little help in the wording, but I think I have the main ideas down), and say that it would probably be best if we didn’t discuss this topic again. I hope it doesn’t cause a rift. I hope this is not a sign of worse to come.
That was the diagnosis one of my mother’s cousins got fifteen years ago. Still truckin’. I hope your friend’s treatment goes at least as well as my aunt’s.
I forgot how annoying changing the clocks is when you have an infant who likes his schedule.
Or cats who like their schedule.
One of mine meows piteously at me and the other just sits in front of us and stares. For an hour.
I’ve never heard of such a ‘tradition’, but I suppose it beats eggs on the cars.
OK, I get it. I’ll stay home today.
Day was going fine when I decided to get out and get some breakfast.
Pull into a spot in Perkins. Accidentally pull too far forward. Scrape. Get out of the car and walk to the door. Tree branch leaps out of nowhere and swipes the glasses right off my face. Place is so packed I can’t even get in the door.
So I go to a different place. Also packed, party of 3 standing just inside the door blocking it and unwilling to let me in. However, I see a single spot open at the bar so I force my way past them to grab it. Yeah, fuck you, don’t block the door like that. (noting also they walked out and left after that) Order the Steak and Eggs. Chewing the steak, which was a little tough, and I feel a bone or something in it. Nope, that’s one of my crowns. You know your steak SUCKS when it tears off people’s crowns.
Go over to Walmart. Walk down the main aisle, this older guy walks out in front of me looking the other way, spins around, sees me, then walks backwards right into me.. :smack: I go get what I want and come back. Fucker sees me coming and does it again. When I clear my throat and say ‘excuse me’, he sneers “You’ll get over it” instead of apologizing. Probably for the best I haven’t thrown a punch in over 20 years. I’ve had a bad pain week with lots of leg, back and neck pain, and this fucker knocks into me twice without an apology???
That’s pretty much it. Done for the day.
People who block doorways SUCK.
I pit my dog’s claws and my laziness in trimming them. I think it’s time he went back to the doggy spa and got them clipped, plus he’s in need of his Autumn deodorizing. He’s beginning to smell like a dog.
He walked backwards into you? Once is maybe an accident. The second time, you should have moved to the side and stuck out your foot.
From the tail end of the October rants… Could somebody out this retailer? I’d like to avoid them if I can.
ETA: new guy is in a snitty mood and I think we might be about to have a stupid fight over nothing. He just got a new job, starts tomorrow (yay!) and I know he’s got some anxiety over that, but sheesh. He’s in a funk, overreacting, being irrational. I should just be a lesbian.
I hope New Guy feels a bit better soon, and that his job will go well.