They’ve moved on now from the crazy into attempt to look rational. But it’s all just the same bullshit. So we now get a parent who just knows that vaccines caused her son’s autism but hey she’s really not anti-vaccine. She’s a vaccine safety advocate. Because it makes perfect sense in their world to state you’re pro-vaccine and argue they cause serious, chronic, life long illness.
December mini-rants tomorrow - we need a good title, people!
How about, “Christmas sucks. December mini-rants.” 
Or the classic “Bah. Humbug. Mini-rants.”
Tis the season for minirants?
The minirants are so delightful?
Deck the Halls with minirants?
It’s a Holly, Jolly minirants thread?
(I could go on and on )
Rudolph’s Dead
Here’s Your Lump of Coal
Bite Me, Santa
I vote for Bite me Santa.
The War on Christmas: Revenge of the December Mini-Rants?
It’s the most rant-iful time of the year!
You can hear it in Andy Williams’ voice, if you want to drive yourself crazy.
Me, I watched part of Gypsy last weekend, and I now have “You Gotta Have a Gimmick” firmly implanted in my inner ear. I’m afraid I’m going to start doing bumps and grinds in the office. “If you’re gonna bump it, bump it with a trumpet!”
I’m traveling to Houston on business Sunday. Two whole nights in the land of oil and money and big shiny buildings. I don’t like travel, and I don’t like hotels (usually), and I have to get out of bed at the equivalent of 4:00 am my personal clock’s time to get to my 8:00 am (6:00 am to me) meeting. But at least I don’t have to pay for it myself.
Roddy
That’s my vote.
Anybody who wishes to vote for a different one, please keep in mind that it works best (and saves the need to have the title edited later for clarity) if the thread title contains the word “mini-rants” (or at least “rants”).
The war on Rants-mas: December mini-rants.
Decembrants
I pit olivesmarch4th for hacking my SD account and posting as me. How did you know I still argue with my former boss? Except it’s been six years. 
This.
Theoretically this is the best title so far. But every time I read it, I’m going to have that fucking song stuck in my head. Like right now. :mad:
Oh my God, woman - don’t glare at ME when I honk at you because you’re walking with your baby in a carriage and your toddler following behind you* in the middle of a slippery road, around a corner. There are sidewalks on both sides - I don’t know what the hell was going through her mind. Murder/suicide by car?
*That’s something I could have lived my entire life without seeing - a toddler walking by herself on the road in front of my car.
I’m trying to write next weeks menu while browsing through the grocery ad. Following is the conversation that makes me proud I did not drown my child many years ago:
Should I do a roast on Sunday?
I won’t eat it, I don’t like roast.
It’s beef, you’ve had it many times before.
Oh, it is? Okay, I guess I’ll try it.
Should I do stuffed peppers?
I don’t like pepper
PepperS, child. Tomatoey beefy rice cooked in pepperS
Sounds gross, but I guess
Okay, what would YOU like me to put on the menu?
I dunno.
No ideas?
Whatever you want.
GAH
Stupid fucking bureaucratic bullshit.
Got an e-mail from another co-worker today, saying she was directed by the boss to collect the following from us:
Serial number from our 20 training laptops…also, the inventory number from the tag on each.
Serial number from 20 power supplies.
Serial numbers from 20 cheap-ass mice.
Serial number from projector.
Serial number from rolling dolly.
Serial number from fucking any POWER STRIPS we have.
Goddam kidding me. You’re telling me you don’t know the numbers on twenty fucking computers you gave me? How do you know you gave me 20? Shit, know what? I only have 10.
Serial numbers on AC adapters and fucking MICE??? Things that are sitting tangled in boxes in IT by the hundreds, and you want me to account for a $5 piece of shit mouse? Fuck that.
Power strips…do the cunting things even have serial numbers? Why the fuck do you need them? You’re never…ever…ever going to use them for anything, you’re just gonna enter them (actually, so poor fucking intern will) into yet ONE MORE spreadsheet that’ll never again be seen by human eyes. Perhaps in 200 years, SkyNet will find it interested, nay, amusing that we toyed with such trivialities.
So overall, around 100 serial numbers I have to hunt down and report.
I kind of feel like being a real assole and pointing out that each battery also has its own serial number and we should probably get those as well. But then, my 6 co-workers will hang me.
This will probably take me all next week. Right? Sure will. Not sure I’ll get much else done.
Damn you, sir! This is pure evil! Now I have both those songs stuck in my head. Damn you to hades!
*Noted. You have given me carte blanche permission to set the menu as I see fit. Please understand that since you did so willingly and without presenting alternatives or preferences, no complaints or refusals to eat said food will be accepted during this time period.
If, during this round of meals, you should find this unacceptable, please note that you were offered input into the process and will be offered the same with the next round of meals.*
“All You Need Is Rants.”
“How The Rants Was Won.”
“Go Rants, Young Man.”
I’m going in a different direction.
ETA: What Chimera said.