Mini rants are normally to bitch about something that annoys you but isn’t deserving of a full time rant.
Without junior modding, if you want to bitch about a poster, you may be better served starting a full scale shit fight in a separate thread.
:dubious: Because doing it year round means that the sun doesn’t even rise until after 8 am in December (here in Chicago). The world isn’t doing this just to fuck with people.
If you’re this torqued about having to change clocks, take it up with our planet’s axial tilt, rather than hating on a solution to it that we’ve been using for a century. Because frankly, I can think of more effective, gradual ways like building in a time shift daily, but people who just can’t manage to cope twice a year with something that people dealt with back to the time of the First World War would probably have aneurysms.
<sigh> So all my mini-rant about having to listen to the Daylight Savings rants accomplished was to kick the complaints off a week early…
I don’t know what I was thinking when we decided to put dark wood floors in our house. Now I feel like I have to sweep non-stop. I put fleece clothes on the the baby so at least when he crawls around he can pick up the cat hair!
(Ok, I don’t do that on purpose, but it is a benefit!)
My mini-rant. The BF hasn’t taken out the trash. Tuesday, I asked him. He “might get to it tonight.” Nope. Yesterday, I asked him. Nope. He “might get to it tonight”. This morning I asked him and he replied in an annoyed tone. FFS, it’s by the door bagged up, all you have to do is pick it up and walk all of 10 seconds around the side of the house. And yes, I could do it myself, but you know, we have a division of labor, and he’s not doing his stuff. And I mention it, and instead of, for example, apologizing, or you know, DOING THE CHORE, he acts annoyed.
Five bucks says I’ll get home tonight and it’ll still be there. And, I’m getting annoyed. Over TRASH. Gah! Getting him to take out the trash should not require Operation OVERLORD style intriguing.
That is all. For now.
I call that stuff frust, for “frustrating dust.” I can’t take credit for coming up with the term, but I don’t remember where I heard it.
Wow, this is SO not about the trash. You need to take it out yourself just this once and then sit him down for a come-to-Jesus talk about what’s causing the passive aggression.
Has to confess that I’m one of those people who complained about it when I didn’t change my clocks because I could never remember what time it was for people who did. Now that I no longer live in the land of “we don’t need no more steenking sunshine”, I will complain because I know that our cats don’t care about clocks, they KNOW when their breakfast time is.
I’m not sure if this should go in the workplace ranting thread or here, but my new rescue group doesn’t fix pregnant animals. I’m not talking about critters so far along that you can feel movement, I’m talking about critters that are only a month or so along.
I know we all are in this because we love them all, but they are animals. It is NOT abortion to spay a pregnant cat or dog. It is, however, a huge waste of resources to foster said cat or dog for a month until she gives birth and raises kittens to at least 8 weeks old and then have them all fixed and put up for adoption.
I’m living in the middle of the bible belt now, and some of the stuff that is common place to the natives just makes me go :smack::smack::smack:
Missy darling, I don’t want anyone to feel that way. If we can’t bitch about stupid commercials then the progress of civilization has been for nought.
Also, my tests are progressing. Slowly, but surely.
Have the Germans come up with a word for that yet? I swear that’s happened to literally every human being who uses a shared bathroom.
When my friend took in a stray who turned out to be pregnant when she was taken in to be fixed, we all took it upon ourselves to make vicious abortion jokes. 
Concur, however, that it IS a phenomenal waste of finite resources.
You’re quite right that it isn’t about the trash, that’s just the maguffin du jour. I do need to sit down with him and explain (again) that 1)I ask about things repeatedly because they are important to me and 2)if he wants his stuff to be important to me, then my stuff needs to be important to him.
I hope that didn’t sound too heartless. Many people don’t understand that I am trying to stop the flood of unwanted kittens because I love them. I want cats to be so rare and so valued that people have to sign up for a drawing to get a kitten, a world where old cats are admired and treasured.
Not in my lifetime, but I’ll keep on working for that goal. I’m now looking for a new rescue group to join. I’m new here, I can’t change how the groups work, but I can find one that works closer to my goals and then push them in the right directcion.
Oh, I’m not picky. I’ll take prayers and well-wishes of any sort. Thanks.
“Beware the ire’s of March” - Nava, you missed out on an easy Shakespeare ref.
I like the March Hares… gives me hope that bunnies’ll be hopping around soon. As we shovel out from yet another blizzard…grrr…
This might be better http://www.weblogsinc.com/common/images/3060000000056868.JPG?0.1524788674387731
Oh and you can get in on it too http://vnvclan.com/oldsite/files/public/1305167591_2_FT0_dust_mop_slippers.jpg
Nice username/post combo. Wanna come dig me out when you’re done? 
My car got buried behind about two feet of snow when they decided to plow my building’s parking lot sometime between 3am and 6am.
I can narrow down when they plowed because of my continually sucky sleep pattern. I woke up at 3am and looked out and no plows, woke up again at 6am and the lot had been plowed.
We’re supposed to come out and move our cars if we’re home when they plow. I’m sorry, I was sleeping for once and didn’t hear you out there! I wasn’t the only one, just about everyone’s car had a nice pile of snow behind them.
FrancisCastle, I feel your pain__
I pit whoever put white tile floors throughout this house. (Not mine, I live with someone).
Every speck of everything shines like a beacon. I could spend every minute cleaning floors.
OTOH, I can see he scorpions really quickly, and BOOM, dispatch their useless asses.
If anyone comes up with a word for it, it would be the Germans. What would the German word for “Second-hand guilty ghost shit” be?
My sister put white cork floors in her house - ugliest floors ever, as well as constantly looking dirty.
During a remodel that occurred when I was a kid, my parents had a beige linoleum (with thin pink/mauve highlights) put down in the kitchen. It had some kind of slight dented pattern to it, resulting in a filthy appearance even after hand-scrubbing.
They later replaced it with an early version of laminate flooring that looked awesome, but was terribly prone to scratching and denting. It looked rather worn (and not in a good way) by the time the house was sold.
Gebrauchtesschuldiggeisstscheiss.