Maybe it’s a different bunch, but there’s some weirdos who reckon it at one less zero.
I have some sort of insane allergy or cold that is making me feel like death. On top of that, last night a mosquito got into our bedroom and tried to devour me. I have at least 15 bites and they are all swollen up like I have half a golf ball shoved under my skin. They burn. They hurt. And they are exacerbating the yuckiness I’m dealing with already. I’ve been debating whether or not I feel more like I’ve been hit with Thor’s hammer or slap-boxed by Vishnu. Even though I know it would have widespread repercussions that I would not be pleased about I might still give a little cheer to find out that stupid germs and blood sucking bugs had been wiped out today.
It won’t hurt my daughter to spend most of one day watching Dinosaur Train while I lay here and feel like crap, I know, and we have taken several breaks to read books and play in Mommy and Daddy’s bed, but I feel like I owe her a trip somewhere awesome tomorrow to make up for the crappy day we’ve had today.
New phrase:
I have no desire to be the instrument of your suicide.
Idiot motorcyclist on county highway in the country. We come out of a small town and the speed limit goes from 45 to 55. Several cars in a row continue driving 45. I start passing them as I am able. Bike is second from the front. I get behind him about 3-4 miles out of town. I get an opportunity to pass him and I start to do so. Idiot looks back at me, pulls left in front of me and then motherfucking slows down! I jam on the brakes and move back to the right. He swerves right, then rockets around the car and into the distance.
Ok, fine. Stupid assed move. I get around the car and then set my cruise control to 57.
Except that I keep catching up to the biker, who either cannot or will not drive a consistent speed. And every time he notices that I’m right behind him again, it’s like he momentarily panics and slows down slightly before rocketing off again.
Goddamned stupid asshole. Just let me pass you and we’ll both be happy. Or learn to drive a consistent speed. I don’t think either of us wants to play this game and I don’t want to fucking kill you because you’re too fucking stupid to drive.
We get into the next small town and I deliberately pulled into the Dairy Queen to order something and let this stupid fucker either get some distance on me or get killed by one of the farm trucks all over the road in this town. Didn’t see any bloody smears on the road when I got going again, nor did I see him.
See, that’s it, we know that Lucky is an idiot and we always look for him. I count cats when I get home and if I don’t see Lucky, I look in the trash can. Is that sad, or what?
Congrats?
I’ll bet that if we put up vid cams, we will learn that Bob is a space alien who can grow thumbs.
Anti-rant: the damage to our AZ home is mostly cosmetic. The guy who fixed our door has made an offer for it. We accepted and have our fingers crossed that he gets financed.
I am completely exhausted. I didn’t sleep any more than 4 hours any night this week. It’s over 100 degrees every day now and working outside all day completely drains me. So last night I got to sleep at a halfway decent time and then my wife showed up home early from work. I couldn’t get back to sleep until it was light out. Of course I had to get up an hour later with the kids because “she worked last night” and every frickin thing that could go wrong did. Wet sheets, broken dishes, mountains of shit in the dogs’ room. I went upstairs and told my wife I needed help and she’s been a complete bitch all day because “she worked last night.” Around noon I couldn’t even stay standing I was so tired so I fell asleep on the floor with a towel over my head and she had to send the damn kids up to bother me every 20 minutes instead of letting me sleep. I wish a meteor would fall from the sky and put me out of my misery.
Speaking of dumbass motorcyclists, take a look at this fool - driving his un-licensed scooter on the sidewalk. Next time someone tells me that there isn’t a problem with cyclists on the sidewalk here, I’m going to post this picture again. 
Offers Emtar an understanding hug. Being that tired hurts a lot.
Chimera, I refuse to get into a rant about idiot bikers. Mostly because my rage would suddenly erupt like a nova and I’d type a wall of text that mostly included bad words.
Those idiots make the rest of us look bad. I think that new bikers should have to sign an organ donor card when they first get their motorcycle endorsement and have to keep the card until they renew.
Argh, now I’m thinking about the kid I saw on an overpowered sport bike who couldn’t reach the ground and kept putting his kickstand down at the lights.
I so wanted to pull up next to him and bitch slap him, but I restrained myself.
Yeah, this idiot had a helmet. He wasn’t wearing it. It was strapped to the side of the bike.
Looked about 18-20 years old.
Oh good gawd. He probably will probably just be one of the many idiots who become statistics. I still have scars from learning how to ride, but I was wearing a helmet because I was in the military, and knew that I’d get written up for abusing government property if I crashed without protective gear.
That’s not just hyperbole, I knew several people who got wrote up for getting badly sunburned.
Many of my friends don’t wear helmets and often make gentle fun of me because I do.
I’m older and wiser than when I was 17. I’m really sure that the only reason I’m alive to post here is because I was wearing a helmet when I got hit.
Oh yeah, my rage is already happening. Flipping idiot biker will probably get killed by his actions and if he gets hit, the driver will live with that for the rest of his/her life.
Oh yeah, coming out of Faribault on my way home…
Older truck in front of me with a bumper sticker on the back window of the topper.
I don’t trust the
LIBERAL MEDIA
Guy bore a slight resemblance to Zeb Colter (WWE, played by Dutch Mantel) and kept staring at me out of his side mirror until I turned north and he turned south.
Maybe it was because I was looking at him and his bumper sticker and laughing. 
My cat has that talent, too. One way to find her is to use the speaker cleaner app on my phone. She hears that, she tries to come to me, and if she can’t because there’s a closed door in the way, she starts meowing and scratching for help.
As long as nobody on the picnic talks about evolution! Seriously, I had a guy like that in one of my basic biology classes, and he actually told the professor he shouldn’t have to take the parts of the tests that dealt with evolution because he didn’t believe in it. She told him he didn’t have to believe in it, but he had to learn and be tested on what was taught in the class.
(Long, tedious, angry)
Yesterday morning I was in the middle of making breakfast, when someone rang the doorbell- the guy on the doorstep said he was supposed to be putting some scaffolding up, and could I go through into the back garden so he could see which it was.
I told him that I hadn’t been told anything about scaffolding or building work, so I wasn’t letting anyone into the house (this is a rental house), to which he replied that he didn’t want to come in, it wasn’t this house they were working on, he just wanted to know which yard belonged to this one. This made no sense to me, as there’s no access to any of the gardens except through the houses- this is a terraced house, and there are fences (though part of ours is broken), so how would anyone accidently get into the wrong one? If they were working on a neighbour’s house, why weren’t they getting info from them?
Anyway, I was in a rush, as I was picking a friend up twenty minutes later to go to an event, so I just said no sorry, I’m busy, and went back in.
I get back in the evening, from a very nice day, and there’s scaffolding set up on top of a load of my plants, in the private back yard. My housemate had been in all day, but had just ignored them- this despite the fact they were right outside her bedroom window, which incidently has no curtain, as normally there’s nowhere anyone can see in from.
I’m seriously annoyed that fpr a second time, my landlord has just apparently given a work crew access to our rental property without giving us the legally required 24 hours notice (or any notice at all), I’m pissed off that the builders let themselves in despite me telling them that I was not given any notice of building work, and they did not have permission to enter the property (which is required both in the contract and UK rental law), and I’m also annoyed at my idiot housemate for just ‘assuming I’d let them in without telling her’, then being too damn lazy to:
a)text me to check [I mean seriously, I know she was asleep in a room with no curtains, would I really let a bunch of random guys into the private back yard to set up scaffolding right outside her window without at least letting her know?],
b) tell them and the landlord/rental agency that we had not given permission for access, and they cannot just let themselves in without notice, (this has happened before, last time they let themselves into her bedroom when she was in bed, and we’d agreed then to kick up a fuss if they did it again)- plus if she’d actually talked to them, this might also have meant that we’d have some idea when they were coming back to finish the job, as they’ve just left it all up there. She didn’t even pay enough attention to know if they’d let themselves in through the house or if they got in through the neighbour’s (possibly owned by the same landlord), so I don’t even know if I’m going to get up tomorrow, and there’ll be a load of random guys letting themselves into the house,
c) at the very least, go outside and check they’ve moved the damn plants out of the way.
I don’t think that’s unreasonable, but apparently she does- apparently it’s totally unfair to expect her to do anything more than just go sit in the living room where it was quieter, and ignore the entire thing. After all, the agency had said a few days back that someone might be coming round to check the lock on the front door (which is shared with two other flats), as it was sticking (which she reported), so obviously she just assumed it was them! Of course! How can you fix the front door lock without scaffolding in the back yard? :rolleyes:
It turned into quite a row with the housemate, especially as she kept contradicting herself -she thought it must be OK as it was the usual maintenance guy- but she didn’t see any of them (the guy on the doorstep was someone I’d never seen before); they were there for ages, making loads of noise, which is why she went and sat in the other room, but they were hardly there any time at all, so she couldn’t go out and talk to them…
A few months ago, another guy in the class (not the same guy) said he didn’t believe in evolution because “I didn’t come from a monkey, I came from God.”
I’m not sure how many people in my class believe or don’t believe in evolution, except that I know two other friends of mine in the class believe in evolution. One time we called ourselves “The House of Darwin.”
But to tell the truth, our class is about job-hunting, job skills, and how to deal with problems. It’s neither about science or religion. So if we have a picnic, I don’t think the topic of evolution would come up. 
I really hate it when a bunch of my friends go out and have fun without me, and I wasn’t invited, and then I don’t find out about it until the next morning when they post on Facebook about what a great time they had last night. Thank you “friends”, and thank you Facebook. 
While I kind of understand wanting to talk about it, this sort of thing always strikes me as a social/character flaw, usually among extroverts.
I used to belong to a clique. The larger group was probably on the order of 15-20 people, but there was a core group of five who all went to college together. We’d be having some function and a woman who liked to organize things would go around and talk up her next function and ONLY invite the people she wanted to come. Right in front of everyone else. Always struck me as rude and not at all nice. Or over brunch the core people would talk about how they went out and did X and how much fun it was, while everyone else was like “Huh. Didn’t call anyone else, not even those of us really into X.” (Like for example, talking about going out and biking a trail the previous day, right in front of the guy (not me) who is really into long distance biking.)
I’m not saying that you can’t invite just the people you want to invite. What I’m saying is that it is the act of making that event the subject of conversation in front of a bunch of people you did not invite that is the cluelessly rude part.
She doesn’t sound like the kind of person I’d want to go to a party with anyway.
They should have been considerate and used Wite-out on it.
Well, Amazon has watered down their Prime membership and they’re trying to convince me it’s raining.
“This item is available because of the new Add-on program
The Add-on program allows Amazon to offer thousands of low-priced items that would be cost-prohibitive to ship on their own. These items ship with qualifying orders over $25 and are eligible for free shipping. Details”
Amazon used to offer free shipping if you exceeded $25.00. But if you bought a Prime membership, everything got shipped for free. Except, apparently now, they realized that they’re losing money on the small stuff, so now, even if you have a Prime membership, you have to buy $25.00 worth of stuff for it to ship free. Which sort of means that it’s not really Prime, now, is it?
I endorse this. What really pisses me off about this is they don’t even give you an option to buy said product at a premium price.
Fine, you’re not making money off the small shit. Then how about you charge me av extra $2 (or whatever) if I just want to buy that one item? And NOT force me to buy $25 worth of crap? You money hungry bastards!