I don’t know if they do it anymore, but Target at least used to a couple years ago.
I knew someone who was a cashier at a local Maxi (supermarket) and she said she was timed.
Gosh, if I could only see more reruns of these political ads before Tuesday, surely my mind would be changed, said nobody ever. Fucking hell, people.
I am looking forward to the end of my mailbox being stuffed with political mailers. All I do it sort them straight into the trash.
I have one candidate for the state Assembly who mails us a flyer every single day.
The candidates aren’t very good this year.
Wood stove season is starting … more firestarting goodies 
I don’t know, PMS times two and if you have similar sizes and tastes in clothes it’s “have you seen my blouse?” and if you don’t there is a risk of one trying to “improve” the other one’s style…
Also a drawback to polygynous households that include men, IMO. The “synchronized PMS” alone would probably scare most men. 
It’s Aldi, but I don’t know if the US branches do it. Otherwise it seems like a decent place to work, if such a thing exists in the retail world.
It’s time to start rating TV nature shows for violent content.
Last night I watched part of a program about shrews (the small rodenty animal). First they showed a mother vole and its litter of tiny naked babies. Mama vole goes out to forage for food, gets attacked by a rattlesnake and dies, twitching and hemorrhaging internally. The announcer intones about how the litter of babies is now doomed to die a slow death without food. But wait! Here comes the shrew. Will it adopt the litter of voles and raise them as its own? Nope, it’s going to eat the babies (it is shown grabbing them in its jaws and hauling them away for a potluck supper).
Sheesh.
It’s a far cry from Mutual of Omaha’s Wild Kingdom, where predators never quite caught their prey and everything lived in happy harmony.
It’d be less traumatic for the kiddies to tune into Real Sex (as a bonus, it’d sufficiently gross them out to promote abstemious behavior for many years to come).
I went to the drugstore today and there was hardly any discounted Halloween candy left! Nothing worth buying anyway. (Yeah, lamest rant ever, especially considering how much leftover Halloween candy I still have at home!)
My mother started Teacher’s School in Saragossa, which happens to also house the Spanish Army College. Since the teachers were all ladies and the cadets were all gents, the two schools were a frequent source of appropriate guests at parties hosted by each other or by their personnel. She says that one of the Moroccan guest cadets told her “you guys are SO lucky that men here can only marry once! My father’s wives all hate each other’s children, just because they are each other’s :(” He said that he and his half-siblings were never expected to view each other as siblings, always as rivals. I’m sure there were other families which weren’t so bad, but damn.
“I’m staying home from school today because I can’t find my shoes!”
“You’re going to school, put on nicer socks.”
And the shoes were found!
If you read histories of the Ottoman Empire it got down to killing off one’s siblings, wives plotting and murdering against other wives … the harem was a dangerous place for everybody [at least wives and sons, not much was written about daughters. I would assume daughters were used for dynastic marriages.]
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Me: “Hey coworkers, here’s my opinion about this project.”
Coworkers/boss: “No, we don’t want to do that. That’s not a good idea. That’s not a priority.”
Consultants/vendors: “Here’s my opinion about this project.” (happens to be the same as mine)
Coworkers/boss: “That makes so much sense! Of course we’ll do that. Thanks for your expertise.”
sigh
Impending fight was over small petty bullshit nitpicking. (To be fair, on both our sides.) He left to go hang with some neighbor buddies and I went about my afternoon as if I was single and carefree and unattached (I mean, as in doing which errand I pleased at whatever rate I chose, not as in, I hit the bars and boinked the first thing that didn’t run away fast enough) and decided: small petty bullshit nitpicking is, well, bullshit.
We cool. 
One of the silver linings of being too poor to afford cable and pulling the plug recently. I woke up one morning and my first coherent thought, apropos of absolutely nothing, was in all seriousness, “Hey. I haven’t seen one of those annoying political ads. I wonder why? … oh. right. Too poor. 
Still, whhhheeeeeeeeeeee no ads!”
I dunno. At the Aldi’s that I’ve been to around here, the employees all have that soul-deadened thousand-yard stare I’ve only ever seen otherwise on war veterans and Wal-Mart employees.
Nature red in tooth and claw. Frankly, I detest the sanitized nature documentaries; predators gotta eat, too. Otherwise, they too are “doomed to die a slow death without food.”
My local grocery store had some sale-priced candy, but 2/3 of it was that nasty candy corn crap. Still, I found out that Cadbury eggs came out with a Halloween version (the “yolk” is green instead of yellow; no more waiting for yearly Easter candy for me!!) and got one for me and one for New Guy’s little boy.
ETA: oh, year, mini rant. I made a chicken pot pie for the three of us for dinner Saturday night. It was dee-fucking-licious, but when I added chopped veggies to the heat to briefly soften they spit-spattered like a mofo and I have an interesting pattern of burn marks on my forearm, plus I burnt the tip of my tongue taste-testing. (I actually heard my saliva sizzle. :eek: )
Ah yes. Cadbury Screme Eggs. My rant was that I didn’t get the chance to buy any this year. 
PMS alone scares most men. “Synchronized PMS” is a full blown sharknado. :eek:
I’m just going to file this away for later use. My boy is 18 months so I have a while until the made up BS starts.