Summer, we broke up last week. There was no excuse for you to stop by today with the fucking 93 degree temps. Go away so I can plan my apple picking and leaf peeping in peace.
In really stupid news, the fellow and I just had a 45-minute argument. About paleontology*. Which was slightly stupider than our last set-to about the wrong size spoon.
*I was totally right. Not worth continuing the argument, though. It’s not likely to affect his daily life if he believes random false things about dinosaurs and primates!
My new BOSS does this. 
I would kill for 93.
What’s leaf peeping?
BigSmartCat and SmallDumbCat have been clingy as all hell since the Other Shoe died. Ver comforting and all. Both sleep very near me now, which is a change.
Is there any way to train cats to go SOMEWHERE THE HELL ELSE when they want to lick their assholes?
Leaf peeping is just as it sounds: looking at leaves. Ideally taking a walk to admire the leaves in all their glory on a pleasant fall day.
I am very sorry for your loss, purple. The pain must be almost unbearable.
Since this is the pit, I would like to vent.
All those who want to hire writers, listen up.
Writing is damned hard work. Writing well, as in multiple drafts with engaging language and well-chosen words, with prose that captures the reader’s attention and keeps it is even harder. It may one of the single hardest tasks ever known.
You want that kind of writing? Great! I don’t blame you. Who wants to read crap? Well, PAY FOR IT. And by pay I mean a decent wage. The really good stuff gets a dollar a word. When you pay a lousy two cents a word you’re not buying four star writing. You’re not even buying two star writing. You’re buying a rough draft and that’s it. Don’t you dare fucking complain that you did not get the Kobe beef when you paid Mickey’s D’s prices.
You get what you paid for and that’s it. You do not get to order the Mickey D’s price and throw a hissy fit when you get a small patty topped with cottony bread and velveeta. You certainly don’t get to go to the store and whine about the quality of what you bought.
Next time either pay for the professional or eat the damned mediocre burger gratefully, you big giant asshole.
No. Cats are very proud of that portion of their anatomy & wish to show it off at every opportunity.
Arrrgh! You stupid jogging skank!
If you are going to stand right in front of the fucking ‘Press to cross’ button maybe you could, like , y’know, PUSH THE GODDAMN BUTTON!
Its not hidden. It states what it does. Its colored in bright colors, and if you do not press it we will never cross this street safely. If you can’t press the fucking button then get out of the way for those of us who will.
Sing it, sister. You would not BELIEVE how many places contacted me wanting a very senior-level writer for barely entry-level wages, because hey, anyone can write. Bugger that.
No, everyone can **NOT **write, that’s why you’re looking for someone who can. It’s a hard-earned skill, and we deserve to be paid for it at the same level as the programmers who write the code or the engineers who design the circuits.
I am not sure what this round of blood tests is for. Or the last one, for that matter.
What I do know, is that having the device to do an epidural waved about and explained with ‘we’ll stick this in your spine, but you have to tell us when you’re between contractions so we don’t screw you up’ is scary.
Do they always look at you like that when you say you don’t want one?
Rant not related to any conversations above…
I am SO fucking sick of people praising their goddamned DIVA CUP. I don’t care about your diva cup! I don’t want to know the details about it on FB. I’ll keep my mouth shut about my tampons if you’ll shut the hell up about your diva cup!
That is all.
Can I please hear the details of neither?
I’m momentarily enraged by the fortune I got from my fortune cookie at lunch:
“He who believes is strong; he who doubts is weak.”
Hey, fortune cookie fortune writer, I believe you should go fuck yourself!
Some whiny assed moron showed up at one of my writer’s board the other day. Dumb Fuck was complaining about the quality he got while admitting he was paying less than two cents a word. He was astonished that no one took his side. Because he was obviously paying four star rates so why should he get such crap?
And, as a writing test grader, I can tell personally that not everyone can write. I daresay a huge percentage of the population has not the slightest damned idea how to write a sentence without stumbling over the verb. It is entirely horrifyingly possible to get through high school, somehow pass English comp and then have some utter moron suggest to you that you should even apply for college when you write like a third grader with on two hours of sleep.
Well, now I need shoulder surgery. I guess I have to pit my own stupid shoulder… :smack:
Well, not only is that wrong, but it’s not even a fortune. I hate that I rarely get an actual fortune in my fortune cookies. Mostly it’s sappy “wisdom” or proverbs or some shit like that. Would it hurt them to make stuff up like, “Tomorrow will be awesome” or “Your travels will be far and wide”?
Isn’t the punchline supposed to be: ‘Because they can!’?
Lavender,
Morgyn and I work together and we both feel your pain.
Not everyone can write, but companies want to see Engineers doing their own documentation to save $$$. Engineers (most) would rather be poked in the eye with a sharp stick.
We’re lucky that our current gig has many who appreciate the heck out of what we do. It’s not always this way.
My rant is in two parts.
First part: I’m getting sick. I’ve been shockingly healthy this year, and I think I found the secret of my issues. I have allergies, not just colds. But if I don’t treat the allergies, I get some weird lung crud that may or may not be a cold and gets complicated by my asthma. I thought something was up Monday night and didn’t take allergy meds and it swiftly has settled into my throat and wants to head into my lungs. So I’ve been drinking tea by the gallon at home and today I went to make a pot at work to find that my teapot is broken.
Which is the second part of my rant. It was a cheap teapot (why bring anything fancy to work) but excellent for making a small pot of loose leaf tea. Since it has a nice crack down the side and a shard of glass out of the lip (and in the pot) it is not unusable for that purpose and would leak everywhere now. So I had to figure out how to deal make tea without having to strain it through my teeth.
Who knows how long it’s been that way, as its been summer and I drink less tea during the summer and I haven’t been sick to want any to soothe my throat. So now I have to find another solution, which may be more expensive than the one I had (like I said it was a cheap pot, I’ve seen the exact same one for 3x the cost in other places and I just stumbled on a sale one day and snapped this one up, they haven’t had any more when I go back there).
How cheap are we talking? Is this one that you put tea and water in and heat on the stove, or do you have to add hot water to it? (Hope those links help.)
Ooops. That Japanese tea kettle is NOT for heating up the water. My mistake.
I’m totally sympathetic to your rant. I program for a living and have, in my time, pumped out a couple of theses and some professional papers. That said, there’s no way that writing is in the top, say, 100, of the hardest tasks ever known. It can be agonizingly slow and frustrating and mentally exhausting, but if it comes down to writing for a living or working on the deck of an Alaskan crab fishing boat in 20 below conditions, I know which one I’m picking.
In fact, every year I pick a hot humid June afternoon and go pick strawberries for an afternoon. Nothing reconciles me to a work week of programming like an hour or two of stoop labor.
This is not a scientific assertion at all but one based on about ten years of weekly work grading writing tests at nearly every grade including people with a full two years of college education. I just sit here some days and stare in wordless disbelief at so much of what I read because it is so unbelievably bad. I have tests where entire states full of high school seniors take them . . and the average score is a two on a scale of one to six. And it’s not because they’re too lazy to write. They write and write and write and it is just so bad I want to cry for the future because I cannot believe that anyone can get ten years of education and still write so poorly.
Damn. I hope not. It’s been decades, but I remember it as a here are your options thing.
The non-fortune that stuck with me was: “Wisdom and beauty are seldom found in the same person.” How wishy-washy is that? My reaction was: “Are you calling me stupid? Or ugly? Or both?”