Pedestrians at the end of my street: pushing the walk button over and over again will not improve upon your wait time. Such a lovely sound as I sit on my front porch.
BEEP boop…
…BEEP boop.
BEEP boop BEEP boop BEEP boop BEEP boop BEEP boop BEEP boop BEEP boop BEEP boop BEEP boop BEEP boop
The WALK button makes noise? I haven’t seen that before. Still, I’m not surprised; the trend nowadays seems to be that all buttons have to make noise when you press them. The other day I was administering a test, and I tried to quietly and discreetly adjust the window air conditioner… BEEP!
:rolleyes:
Valve stem remover.
This is why I don’t allow myself to have one.
At first I thought it was for blind pedestrians, but then I noticed it doesn’t say “walk sign is on” like other ones I’ve seen, so now I’m not sure.
I think you’re just about right on schedule - you can’t fall apart when everyone needs you, but once the pressure lets up a bit, your brain interprets that as, “Okay, NOW we can start processing all this shit!” Take care of yourself - you need it as much as anyone else.
Our walk lights beep-boop around here, too. I don’t have one I can hear from my house, though, or it might drive me crazy, too.
MPSIMS-y anecdote:
My son had a grade school friend, Pavel, who was an exchange student. Who somehow got it into his head that “Y’knooo, eff you poosh the walk button twenny-toooo times, yoo go cross soooonah!” He’d explain it to anyone who’d listen, and then slam that button, counting carefully (and loudly – no boopBEEPs needed).
That was eleven years ago. The other day we were reminiscing and laughing about this, and my grown daughter says “What?!?” We repeated the “twennny-toooo” story while she doubled over with laughter. When she was able to talk she said “I made up that 22 pushes thing and tried to convince my friend Jessie, who didn’t fall for it… but come to think of it, we were walking behind Pavel at the time!”
Sends many hugs to Lacunae Matata. It could have been so much worse, but it wasn’t. Your beloved is alive and driving you nuts and getting better every day. Sends more virtual hugs and some chocolate your way.
Curly, I really don’t understand why people do that. Wouldn’t it be easier to park on your own side of the street? Back when I lived in the sticks, nobody parked on the street if they could help it and guests used to park close to where they were visiting. Now, the only ones who park on the street are service people and they always park as close as they can be to the home they are working on.
I know I posted about this before, but I can’t find it…once I came home to find a strange truck parked in front of my house. OK, whatever. The truck stayed there for a few days. It was kinda ugly, but I don’t own the street, so I didn’t stress. Tony did stress about it and was calling me every day complaining about how disrespectable it was.
I didn’t get Tony’s distress, but I wanted him to shut up, so I called the non-emergency line to the Sheriff’s office, told them that I really didn’t care about the truck but it was leaking oil and that Tony (who was well known) was upset, and could they send someone out to look official.
All I wanted them to do was send someone out when there was time and make a show of looking at the truck so that Tony would see the display.
20 minutes later, there was a Sheriff knocking at my door, he looked at the truck, called it in and then went to knock on doors. A couple of hours later, the truck was moved (it did indeed have a blown engine and they had left it there because the tow truck drive would have charged them a LOT to put in their yard) Lots of apologies happened.
All of this happened because I am friends with the neighborhood crazy guy and nobody wanted to upset Tony. So, my advice to you is to befriend the guy on your street who is most likely to climb a clock tower. It sure worked for me.
Speaking of Tony, he’s actually coming to the wedding and has said that he might consider moving to our townhouse. (that’s a condo with a yard and pool). This will be a good thing, I can keep a better eye on him if he’s in the same state.
Thanks, all. I’m gonna post this one link, and then I promise I’ll shut up about my generalized stress. Until Tuesday, I had not seen the first three pictures from this album, and they really gave me a jolt.
And now to bitch about something new and different and way more in keeping with this thread: Stinky dead frog on the patio. STINKY dead frog on the patio, and no way in hell am I touching it because…
What’s worse than a stinky dead frog on the patio?
A maggot-covered stinky dead frog on the patio!
:eek::eek::eek::eek::eek::eek::eek::eek::eek::eek:
Oh. My. Frog.
(Buy stock in Clorox tonight, if you can. I’ll be bleaching my entire yard tomorrow.)
Lacunae MatataThat first picture made me want to cry, and I don’t even know your husband!
Those don’t ALL actually speak. Does it give any kind of aural cue when the light changes, or does is simply appear to be acknowledging that the button was pressed?
My rant: My coffee maker refused to make a pot of coffee on Wednesday morning. I’d been getting a little worried about it because about two months ago it started beeping that the coffee was ready mere moments after it began to brew. I had to learn to listen for the sucking noise as the reservoir became empty to know when it was time to pour the coffee. I had considered coming to GQ and asking if anyone knew how to reposition the level sensor to its normal location, but that ship has sailed.
I put it back in its box and returned to Bed, Bath, and Beyond with it, where they gave me a store credit for the lowest amount they had ever sold that for (since I didn’t have a receipt – they’re actually quite generous that way) – $45.00 + tax. They then sent me scurrying through the store to find something to spent it on. Of course, I went straight to the Mr. Coffee shelf to find another 12-cup programmable coffee maker.
They sure had a LOT of single-serving machines that take the K-cups. But eventually I found a Mr. Coffee 12-cup programmable coffee maker that didn’t cost $100. What I found cost $30.00 + tax. This struck me as somewhat ominous (and maybe portentous as well). I’m beginning to wonder if Mr. Coffee will even be making 12-cup coffee makers this time next year. What if they give up and surrender to the wave of misguided people who think that coffee should be brewed one cup at a time, and start only making the single-brew machines? That would be awful. Still, I picked it up and brought it home, deciding to let the chips fall where they may.
Damn thing doesn’t have an alarm to let me know when coffee is ready at all. :mad:
Those photos are blocked for me at work, but I’ll look at them this weekend, in sympathy for you.
Best I’ve got is one day I found a dried-up dessicated frog in our front yard. Friend who was over at the time, when I walked back in with a :eek:
look: “That’s some freaky-deeky voodoo shit right there.”
We live not far from a lake, so I assume some bird of prey was flying off with Mr. Frog and dropped his lunch onto my yard, which then dried out in the 100+ F weather we have each summer.
Still. Freaky-deeky voodoo shit.
No maggots, though. You got me beat!
No voice, no tweeting bird sound, no aural clue at all when the light changes. I’ve also heard ones that make a low “clunk” noise telling you it’s already been pressed. Maybe I can get the city to change them if I send a lett—bwaaa ha ha ha! Sorry, cracked myself up there.
Can things stop being crap already please?
Yesterday the back yard got trashed by the landlord’s shitty ‘maintenance’ guy, who then actually shouted at me that he couldn’t be expected to know the difference between a flowering plant and a weed, and declared that I should be grateful for him randomly deciding to dig up half the yard rather than just the strip by the fence that was all he was supposed to be doing. Then he threw our post (including my housemate’s annual tax statement) in the outside bin, because he decided it made the corridor look messy.
He’ll be showing up again sometime, to get the rest of the paint they left outside- when I have no idea- they have a key, and just let themselves in. I can’t do anything about it despite it being illegal, because I know the landlord’s response will be to try evict us, and I’m completely skint and can’t afford to move house right now.
I’m also still waiting to find out if I get my jobseeker’s benefit cut off, because I didn’t attend a meeting- apparently they sent an appointment letter, but I never got it (I don’t think that was the maintenance jerk that time). They have my house number, mobile number and email address and I was actually at the centre the day they sent the letter, but they made ‘every effort’ to let me know. Riiight.
Oh, and my housemate threw out what I was just about to make for dinner.
At least my friend who went off his meds and disappeared last week has been found safe and fairly well. That’s one less thing to stress about.
I **hate **puking!
Today I had to do a 3 hour test to check for gestational diabetes. This requires going on a special diet 2 days ahead of time, fasting 12 hours before the test, then drinking a 100mL bottle of a super sweet liquid. Then they draw blood every hour for 3 hours to see how your body processes the sugar. Well, I made it 1.5 hours before it all came back out. Interesting fact:
When you drink the liquid, it’s orange. When it comes out, it’s green!
Anyway, that voids the test and now I am supposed to do it again. I think I’ll decline. They can’t make me!!
Much sympathy here- I’m in for that test next week and have heard so many stories…
I always hated glucose tolerance tests. Never had the orange liquid, though. I usually had a choice of Glucola (brown, cola flavored) or Lemondex (yellow, lemon flavored). The Lemondex was slightly less nasty. And I have a HUGE sweet tooth, too. One time, I was put on the diet and fast, and then told to go eat a large pancake breakfast with extra syrup, and extra sugar in my coffee. THAT was easy to keep down.
The orange stuff tasted to me like if someone made you drink a ton of flat, super-sweet orange soda. Bleh!
This is exactly how it tasted. I’ll never be able to drink orange soda again!
For the first test (only 1 hour, no fasting) you are allowed to eat 18 jellybeans. That was easy to handle. The limit for your blood sugar after this test is 140. I clocked in at 141, hence the 3 hour torture.
Came up at memorial day family thing. Niece says something about having a tuna dish at some future function. Older sister says NO WAY and brings up the tuna factory tour we went on as kids.
Yup, loved tuna before that. Haven’t touched it in the 40+ years since. The smell alone was so thoroughly overwhelming that it completely burned me out on it.
FOR LIFE.
