I’m sorry, but I laughed out loud when I read this. Betcha never do that again. 
Ferret Herder, that truly sucks. Here’s wishing you a speedy, full recovery.
No, see that’s the real pisser. It will happen again.
This is where I shake my fist and declare As God is my witness, I’ll never work in an unsaved file again!
But who are we kidding? fisha is probably right, because not only am I a moron, I’m a moron with a bad memory. But it won’t hapen again soon, that’s for sure.
Ferret Herder, sorry about your arm! I’m not sure a broken arm is a mini-rant, sounds like a maxi-rant to me. Hope you are better soon.
Ferret Herder, my most sincere condolances. Though, like Jodi, I too think that a broken bone deserves a full-fledged Pitting and rant.
I hope you heal well.
Thanks all - I didn’t think it was worth one since it could be a lot worse, though I am ticked that it’s my writing arm. Worst thing I’ve ever broken; I’d only broken a few toes before.
OK, this rant is a bit more mini - 2.5 hours after taking my pain medication, I threw up. I’m hoping it’s just a delayed shock reaction and nothing to do with the meds.
Bummer, Ferret Herder. Especially about the not being able to knit part. 
I hope you heal fast!
Know what’s a great time for your debit card to inexplicably stop working? Take a guess:
A: After you’ve ordered food to be delivered but before you have the cash to pay for it.
B: Very shortly before the holidays.
C: Less than a week before you fly cross-country for a month.
D: All of the above.
Fuck. :mad:
Overhead on the Hitler, uh, History Channel:
Unlike myths about the blood-drinking dead…
As if there are anything BUT myths on the bloodsucking dead! The blood-sucking-dead are sort of mythological, Hitl…I mean, History Channel slacktards! Jayzus! See this is what happens to me at the end of finals week, I start checking the Hitler, I mean, History Channel for facts.
I hate this weather. Why must the roads get bad the day of our staff Christmas party?
(And for those who hate their work parties, our get-togethers are always pretty cool, and I get to see some of my coworkers I don’t work with often, or those who’ve left)
I am just a bit annoyed with all the concern on the internet regarding the size of my penis. Yes, I’m sure women everywhere would be happy if my penis were much longer and much harder, but I’m gonna go with what God gave me for now. Please stop sending me e-mails. Thank you.
On an unrelated topic, can clothes manufacturers please come to a concensus about sizes??? If there is a wide variance between brands about what a 32 waist or 34 inseam is(or worse, variance between styles of the SAME brand), then there isn’t that much point to putting a size label on them.
No kidding - all I can do at this point is hold clothes up to me and eyeball them, then off to the fitting room. Sizes are such a general guideline these days.
Disclaimer: I did not read this whole thread and apologize it this topic has already been flogged. But I do need to rant and this seems a likely place.
I pit my fantasy football league. There’s this one team that starts a shitstorm every year with some petty complaint or other. “Waah . . . the playoff system is unfair.” (Weren’t the rules in place when you signed on?) “Waah . . . some other team made a late-season trade we don’t like.” Every year it’s one goddamn complaint or another. And when I call them on their bitchy complaining, who gets the wrath of the rest of the league? ME!
I had the most ass-kicking team this season. Tom Brady and LT at my core, some decent second-stringers, McGahey, Shockey, Derek Anderson (who posted some big numbers) as backup QB; I beat two teams by more than 100 points! And did I trash talk? Did I brag? NO! I sat back and tended my team, shut my mouth and waited for playoff time. But then the whiners started in whining and I couldn’t let it go without comment and I’M the fucking bad guy (well, girl, actually) for telling the whiners to STFU.
Fuck them all. In the ass.
Aaaaannnnndddd… I still hate people.
Check your fucking mirrors! Seriously, people – if I were constantly weaving in and out of traffic, that would be one thing. But when I’m next to you on the freeway riding normally, and on a motorcycle that is NOT small, and you start randomly merging into me, and I start honking at you incessantly, and you STILL KEEP MERGING INTO ME, and I’m forced to zoom into the carpool lane to avoid be run over, that makes you an idiot. You suck. Get off the road and die.
Not if it means bumping up against my cervix, bub.
:eek:
Ah, the schadenfruede is thick for me first thing in the morning. I feel empathy, I feel glee that men suffer as women suffer. A 36C by any other name is… a 34C? A36B? A 36D? A 34D? Could be anything. The label is meaningless.
rats
This is a little thing in the grand scheme, and one I first noticed a long time ago. Still, I just happened to notice it again the other day, and it made me sigh.
Pick any convenience store here: am-pm, Lawson, 7-11, FamilyMart, and you’ll see the same thing. Yesterday it was at a Sunkus. Look at all the non-advertising signs in the front window. That is, all the notices and announcements relating to the store itself: shop hours, rules, services available, etc. All of them are entirely in Japanese, with no English or other foreign language to found anywhere.
With one exception, in English, and sometimes Chinese and Korean as well. At every single store, of every single chain.
“Security cameras in operation.”
The shopkeepers probably don’t even realize it, and have no say in the matter anyway. After three years in this neighborhood they probably recognize me by now and feel safer with me in the shop than a random group of teens. But seeing that sign takes just a little bit of the shine off a nice day.
Winblows: I know better than you do where I would like my desktop icons to be. Please do not move them around when I restart you.
To Cousin Competitive:
While offering to donate a monetary prize for the widget voted “Best Present” to the annual family white elephant exchange was… generous… this is a fucking white elephant exchange, not an excuse for a goddamned popularity contest in the FAMILY. It’d still be bad form in a corporate environment, too.
:mad: :mad:
Your mercenariness, uber competitiveness, and willingness to do everything AND gank all the credit fills me with rage and hatred.
Is there a word for this sort of behavior? I’m sure it does Cousin a lot of good as a ‘go-getter’ in the management world, but there are WHOLE BLOCKS between go-getting and being a pure-dee bonafide asshole. Unfortunately Cousin is unaware of this fine distinction and often fails to think it through.
As the next oldest in our generation, I got volunteered by the rest of my family to tell him ‘hell no’, and furthermore managed to do it in a politic manner that didn’t include ‘fuck off’.