Yeah, I noticed that too.
I think that I’m a lake in Italy.
Oooooooooooo…I’m so cool and blue and refreshing! Whoopsie…there’s lil’ fishies in me!
The whole point of this thread is I am tired of seeing whines on the level of “My McDonald’s hamburger was cold” or some such shit. It’s showing up more and more.
Perhaps the SDMB should open a new forum: “People who have nothing better to do but bitch about everything”?
You do realize that if they open such a thread, this will be enshrined as the epitome of the suggested topics?
No, the point is it’s just not as funny/insightful as it used to be. I’m not saying I was any kind of contributor at that time, but the true giants (you know who you are) had legendary status on these boards.
I was just missing the old days…as a lurker.
Nu, so lurk already.
Okay, so we’ve got some sort of scale shaping up here… (pardon me, I am a measurement fiend)
Temperature of McDonald’s Hamburger is down near the bottom (or, at least it falls below the level of offense sufficient enough to justify being bitched about in the Pit.
Up above that point are “The Pit Rants of Yore.” Unfortunately, I wasn’t around for Yore, so this remains an unanchored part of the scale. Let’s see, can we throw something out here? Say, the high level of taxes?
So where do other things fall? My goddamn pantyhose are driving me nuts today…would that be below the Hamburger threshold? How about the fact that my check engine light keeps coming on in my car, necessitating trips back to the dealer? Or, the grocery store didn’t have the shape of pumpkin I wanted?
I must say, if you could just WEAR these pantyhose for a few minutes, I really think you’d agree it goes pretty high up on the scale…
No, he threw MY fucking furniture in the pool! Then I buy a whole new set of furniture from Ikea, and then he blows up my frickin’ apartment! I think he’s up to something, and he’s starting with the SDMB…
Ok, I’m taking a position…Get back on the Prozac, that’s what it’s there for.
What can I say, I’m hex-wrench intolerant.
I think he’s talking about the John Norman book: “The Pit Rants Of Yore.” He went off his medication and confused a book title with a position. I’d hate to see what he’d do with the Kama Sutra for a position.