Some items that I want to see actually are in popup windows. For instance, in one of my games, notices will be in popups. In that case, yes, I DO want to see the things. For the most part, I despise popup ads, though, and if I didn’t have certain items that I want to see, I’d probably be aggrieved at the notices, too.
Really can’t disagree with you here. In fact, any time people are wearing sunglasses for any reason other than protecting eyes from brightness = douchebaggery.
Last week was busy. LIke 3 or 4 am busy most nights. Friday I managed to put the draft to bed and sent it to my boss at 6.30, giving me most of Saturday free while he edits. Life is good.
So off I go to the bar, and proceed to drink heavily and eat lightly. After kicking out time, it really seems a good idea to watch a movie rather than sleep - no problem. So 4 a.m. comes and I creep into bed.
Next thing I know is 9.30 and there is a hammering on the door. Panic ensues as I wonder if it is the cops to arrest me or a family member has arrived and I forgot about it. Stagger downstairs, still 1/2 drunk and 1/2 hungover (not a pleasant mix), wearing t shirt and boxers, to be faced with the question “Have you been born again?”
Happy I was not. Homicidal I was.
Red ring of death, goddamnit! And right when I was spanking the ass of some cocky force-choke-spamming Darth Vader player in Soul Calibur 4.
Now I have to go scrounge a box from the basement and ship the 360 back…it better be fixed before Christmas :mad:
I’m glad you put that second paragraph there. With your talk of spanking asses, I thought you were suffering a severe case of hemorrhoids.
Nah, the 360 has the 'roids. A horrible, throbbing, flashing, bright red ring of 'roids.
OK, these “Yourtown Mom Lost Nine Billion Pounds of Blubber Following 1 Rule!” ads have gotten a bit out of hand.
At this point, on this very page, FOUR of the five ads are of this type. The worst part: All 4 have the same stupid cow-like woman with the reddish-brown hair and smirk. And 2 of them say this woman lost 47 pounds, and the other 2 say 52 pounds! At least if you’re going to inundate me with this many ads, stay consistent!
The weird thing to me: this woman doesn’t look like somebody who just lost 50 pounds. I’d hate to think what she looked like before this amazing weight loss!
I will probably be filing for divorce next week because my husband and my mother (aka the irrestisible force and the immovable object) are getting ready to fight to the death over where my kids eat Thanksgiving dinner this year. No matter who wins, I lose. I am not thankful.
Does anyone else get those annoying “beat the celebrity” Flash banners where you are supposed to beat Christian Bale in a boxing mach? They make this annoying sound even if you don’t click on them.
Local grocery store, I love you dearly, but every day you make it that little bit harder.
Six months ago you started off with problems accepting debit cards. That’s fine. Not every place does that.
“It’ll get fixed soon!” You said.
Two months ago, sign in the window: “We are still not accepting debit cards.”
Bit of a pain, but okay, I’ll use credit.
Today: “Oh, our credit card readers aren’t working properly.” - The exact same thing said about the debit card readers.
I’m really hoping you don’t go to a cash-only establishment. I frequent you because I believe in helping local, non-chain businesses. If, however, you make it more and more inconvenient for me to do so, I’m gonna have to go elsewhere, and that would be sad.
Fat fuck - you have only been here for a couple of weeks. You keep telling people you’re still “finding your feet”. You know NOTHING about this place, or these people, or the history of what has happened in this department. You have never worked in this place or any place like it, ever. So stop fucking patronising me and my colleagues, stop undermining us, and shut the fuck up with all your stupid ideas. Your ideas won’t work here. Your data is meaningless, your deadlines are unworkable, your expectations need a major adjustment, because this place is not like any other place you have worked. We know what works, and we’re doing it. We don’t need some cunt from nowhere who gets paid more than all of us put together to come in and tell us we’re doing it wrong when you don’t know anything about this place. Fuck off back to one of the less extreme places if you don’t like it here.
Oh and by the way, you’re not my friend, so stop trying to muscle in with your weak “jokes” which kill our conversations and make us uncomfortable. And you’re not my dad, so stop trying to tell me what to do. And if you wink at me one more time, I’m filing a sexual harassment complaint.
[And in case anyone’s thinking, “oh, they’re failing and don’t like the new strongarm approach”, he hasn’t been brought in because we were failing. We weren’t, we were succeeding beyond measures of reasonable expectation with the materials we have. He was brought in because our actual head of department is sick. That’s another thing, fat fuck: stop calling yourself the head of department. That’s not you. You’re just a fill-in. We have a perfectly good head of department of our own - he’s a fuck sight better than you, and we can’t wait for him to come back.]
Wanna pack up the kids and come here? I think two of mine have other plans and I’m not sure about the third. We have room.
Bah.
It’s cold, rainy and windy here. Stupid Seattle weather. Give me the sunshine any day.
Better yet, use subterfuge. Fake the flu. Be “too sick” to do the shopping, the cooking, and all the other preparations that you really should be starting on now if you’re going to prepare a substantial feast a week from now.
That way, he “loses” to his mother-in-law, but not because he himself wasn’t “strong” enough to win. He doesn’t have to feel like he lost the contest of wills. Start to recover when you get up next Wednesday morning, so they don’t have to leave you home. 
And make it up to him on Christmas.
Wait: he’s not taking the position that y’all have to have dinner at his mother’s, is he? 'Cos that makes my plan useless.
My upstairs neighbors. (Have I posted on this before?)
Used tuh be… time wuz… oh, about two weeks ago… the little shit upstairs would go into the bathroom, turn on the fan (uh-hhnnnnnhhnhnhhhhnnnhhnnnhnnnnnnhnnnnnnhhhhh) and smoke. (Super stupid since we all have balconies. But he wants to smoke inside and let the fan suck it up? Well, that’s weird, but I get it.)
But then he let it run and run and run.
Used tuh be… time wuz… he’d run it for an hour. I’d slam my bathroom door to let him know that’s enough of the infernal racket (uh-hhnnnnnhhnhnhhhhnnnhhnnnhnnnnnnhnnnnnnhh). I can hear it over my tv. In my bedroom it’s insufferable. I have to run a fan (and then put piles of blankets on the bed because it’s freeeeeeeeeeezing) in order to sleep.
In the last week, the fan (uh-hhnnnnnhhnhnhhhhnnnhhnnnhnnnnnnhnnnnnnhh) was on from noon until 9:15 (uh-hhnnnnnhhnhnhhhhnnnhhnnnnnnnhnnnnnnhh), when thankfully I finally fell asleep.
Last night it was on from 8:00 until (uh-hhnnnnnhhnhnhhhhnnnhhnnnnnnnnnhh) midnight when I (uh-hhnnnnnhhnhnhhhhnnnhhnnnhnnnnnnhnnnnnnhh) mercifully fell asleep.
Tonight it was (uh-hhnnnnnhhnhnhhhhnnnhhnnnhnnnnnnhnnnnnnhh) on when I got home (uh-hhnnnnnhhnhnhhhhnnnhhnnnnhh) at (uh-nnnnhhnhnhhhhnnnhhnnnhnnnnnnhnnnnnnhh) 5:00. It’s 8:30. It’s still on. Hours and hours(uh-hhnnnnnhhnhnhhhhnnnhhnnnhnnnnhh), constantly.
I just whammed on the ceiling for ten. minutes. straight.
(uh-hhnnnnnhhnhnhhhhnnnhhnnnhnnnnnnhnnnnnnhh)
Starting tomorrow, I am calling my property company every single day until they get this fucker to knock it off.
WTF is with all the idiot musical quests on The Daily Show and the Colbert Report. If I wanted to watch music I would go to MTV. IF I wanted to watch just a modicum of that crapy no talent bands I would figure out where Leno or one of those shitfests is on. Comedy+news is a good formula Don’t make me have to give up on your shows.
Hey, that could work! I’ll bring pie.
Well, it beats my other plan, which was to have a car “accident”.
Seriously, I’m not discussing this topic with either of them right now and I hope one of them finds some sanity before next Thursday.
Earworms. Ugh! Earworms from TV – Ugh! x2
I pit Dr. Sheldon Cooper and Penny for singing ‘Soft Kitty.’ In rounds.
This has the potential to beat the worst earworm of my life: Antonio Scarpachi [of ‘Wings’] explaining how he learned English by listening to American folk radio and singing (to the tune of ‘Michael, Row Your Boat Ashore’) “My Goat Knows the Baseball Score, Allelujah.” Damn thing would pop up for years.
Colbert and Jon Stewart have musical guests now? I haven’t had cable for awhile but I don’t remember them having musical acts. If they do, that sucks.
I know it’s pretty much a cliche anymore, but it has been a long time since I’ve seen music on MTV
There must be something in the water up here. I’ve had to listen to my brother-in-law go on about how Big Pharmacy created the swine flu in order to sell vaccines, and how the vaccines are causing more deaths than the flu itself.
And I just got off the phone with one of my clients, who went off about the US economy, and used the words communism, Hitler and Illuminati all in once sentence.
Some people should not be allowed on the internet.