I think death would be nicer - or was that the idea?
It’s a good thing this is the mini-rants thread because this is pretty mini - so mini it doesn’t even deserve an MPSIMS thread.
When the timer beeped in my kitchen, I took out the cookies and destroyed half of them before I realized that I wasn’t suddenly useless with a spatula but that they were actually only half cooked. It appears that the beep was the bread machine timer, NOT the cookie timer.
Too late.Sorry.
Sorry for what?
Oh wait, I just noticed that your thread was in MPSIMS. Talk about bad timing. UM, that part of my post was actually about the mininess of my cooking foible rant, not about your post. Apparently I fell victim to bad spacing.
Sorry for the mix-up.
Sorry for apologizing so much. 
Seriously, so what. If they have to go to that board to whine about people on this board, in a forum where everyone is completely anonymous, then they don’t have much character to stand on in the first place.
I’m wondering what to post next, knowing that whatever I say will be snarked on in that other forum.
But I’m getting in trouble here for ranting about that board, so I’ll stop it.
Maybe I’ll go listen to Morton Feldman and play the ukulele…
Good Lord, don’t live your life in fear of petty people will say about you behind your back.
For Fuck’s Sake, some years ago we were discussing nasty side effects of anti-depressants and I told a story of mine from 25 years ago. The one I was on made my urine very dark and made me ‘leak’. Of course, some jackass had to go there or Snakpit (don’t care where it was really) and crow about how I had admitted to pissing my pants in public. :rolleyes: Well, no I had never gone that far with the adverse side effect, but if you’re that despicable that the idea that I had makes your dick hard and you have to tell everyone, then who am I to stop you? It isn’t MY character on display…
Yeh, maybe you just gotta let things go…
(That was a general statement, not a reference to your anti-depressant condition, Chimera.)
Ah, your friend’s son is one of those people who think “love you” can only mean “wanna fuck you”. I wuv the bros and the kidlets (even if I occasionally want to apply clue by fours), but that doesn’t mean I want to sex 'em. In fact, yeeech!
Would have been a better post without the part in parens. Just sayin’. 
Sorry, Chimera.
(there I go, apologizing again. 
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Please correct me if I’m wrong…but aren’t you the one who started many threads because your landlord didn’t want to give your deposit back because you were fat and smelly? I can go back and look if needed.
Personally, I’d much rather read about someone getting rained on then threads about how someone stinked up a mattress so much that their landlord felt they had to replace it.
My rant: I requested an audio book from the library and when I went to pick it up, it was cassette tapes. I haven’t owned anything that played them for longer than I can remember.
Mini-rant: I picked up a prescription that my doctor phone to my local CVS. It was supposed to have 60 pills in it for the upcoming month, but it only had 31.
I wuvs you too.
I’m calmer now. The boy is in his early 20’s and his dad has been in the hospital for a month. I do understand why he was lashing out at me. The poor kid is scared and in emotional pain and his Dad can’t even read yet. All is good, I’ll call my friend again tomorrow and we will say the L word again.
I’m pretty sure that when my friend is able to use his clue by four on said kid, he will swing it happily.
Fucking summer cold - we were supposed to go visit my 90 year old mother this weekend but called it off because I didn’t want to give her my cold.
She fell and is now in hospital - since I have insomnia and would have been awake when she fell I could have called the ambulance several hours before my brother woke up and discovered her.
We are waiting to find out what is going to happen next. At least she didn’t actually break anything.
I cut off her newsfeed but have not unfriended her. Occasionally I want to post something to her page. I just need to tell myself not to look at the other stuff.
It sounds like she might have been chugging the Kool-Aid already. 
Man, as a smug, pregnant lady…it’s made me more pro-PP than I’ve ever been in my life. I’m benefiting from nice, affordable European healthcare- if I still lived in the US, I couldn’t afford the check-ups, the blood-testing, the delivery…
Anything that makes women’s healthcare more affordable (including reproductive health) makes me a happy bunny.
And I completely understand why activists are using the fetal heartbeat as a weed-out. It’s the moment I melted and really really wanted to be a mother. But for someone in a less happy situation, it’s pure emotional blackmail.
Intellectually, it’s what cardiac cells in a petri dish will do, devoid of any body, brain or blood: they beat together.
I wouldn’t want any woman to go through this (all of it, including childbirth) that doesn’t want to. Because I want it and I can still be pretty damn unhappy/uncomfortable. If someone wants, willingly, to repopulate the whole world with their Children of the Corn? That’s their business.
So…cardiac cells are a drum circle? Damn hippie cells.
You really have to wonder at the kind of husband who could read this stuff and not laugh his head off.
My rant is that we tried a new restaurant yesterday. It sucked so badly I did something I’ve never done before. I went on Yelp and gave them a one star review. It was that awful.
The new place is Chinese. The first thing they did when we walked us was hand us a menu and then explain how this kind of food might be unfamiliar to people who weren’t Chinese. I thought that was kind condescending and vaguely racist. Especially as this particular area has several restaurants where they have some fairly authentic Chinese food. Authentic as in pig’s ear appetizers and chicken feet in the soup. I admit I don’t like pig’s ear but I’ve seen it on menus before around here in NJ multiple times.
So we ordered some scallion pancakes, an appetizer of pig’s ear because my husband likes it, two bowls of soup and noodles with beef. It got worse. The food was awful and the service was even worse. The scallion pancakes (yeah scallions are soooo unfamiliar to us Westerners) were thick, greasy and leaden. The soups were even worse. The broth from each one was ludicrously salty and completely flavorless. The noodles were overcooked and had an off-putting texture. The whole mess tasted like eating badly made fettucini served with the water used to cook it in. Worse, they had a terrible aftertaste that I can still sort of taste right now.
The noodles with beef were sort of okay but the sauce was again too salty. But really with the freaking warnings. Do these smug idiots think noodle soup is something most of us have never encountered? Or beef and chicken? They even told us the soup had a vegetable we might not have seen before. The vegetable? Bok choy. The vegetable they sell in my local ShopRite. The vegetable I have in my refrigerator right now and use every single week because it is nutritious and easy to cook. Yeah that vegetable.
On top of everything else. hey also complete forgot our drink orders and took half an hour to bring us the check.
Screw them. I hope the place is out of business in a month. We’re sure as hell never going back there.