Or, since Lord Ashtar’s birthday was Friday, he had all day long to make the call, and could have done so before sundown.
Would you be allowed to use a Clapper?
The funny thing is that Ashtar gave Homebrew an enormous amount of shit for complaining about the annoying text-ridden christmas card his fundie relatives sent him. It is to laugh. Whatta nasshole.
I still gotta ask (because I honestly don’t understand), how is making a phone call work? I mean, I understand that you can’t call your broker to trade stock or participate in a conference call, but you’re actually not allowed to call your family?
I understand that and am down with that. But he walked around claiming he no longer ate pork because “it’s fucking swine, dude!” He claimed to have decided to never eat pork again, then would walk to Subway and get a ham sandwich. That’s the kind of hypocricy I was talking about.
This particular brother isn’t prone to lying. If he’d forgotten, he would’ve told me.
I don’t see the relevance. Methinks you need to reread Homebrew’s thread and what I said in it.
I have never rung either of my brothers on their birthday, in fact I’m not even certain that I know the younger one’s birthday.
I turned 14 on a Friday. That evening, my mom took me out to eat somewhere that didn’t have anything on the menu that I liked. Saturday, she got me a supermarket cake. On Sunday, she took me to a store to buy me a record album.
The following week, we were at odds about something, as we usually were, and she accused me of being ungrateful for the “three-day birthday celebration.”
I would have been perfectly willing to wait until Sunday for her to get her shit together. Then I could have had the cake, the present, and dinner (I also would have put my foot down about the choice of restaurant) all at the same time. That would have been a celebration.
But that’s my mom. She thinks that presents are all there is to birthdays and Christmas. So if a shopping trip doesn’t make me deliriously happy for days, I “don’t appreciate anything she does.”
And yes, I know there are other moms like that out there. I’m just saying.
Heh. I have eight brothers and sisters. I can usually get the birth month right. The exact date? Forget it.
My sister’s birthday was yesterday and I nearly forgot to call her. She forgot to call our dad on his birthday a few days ago. BFD. We all love each other as is evidenced by the thousand ways we show it throughout the year. I don’t need a Hallmark card nor do I need a phone call to confirm what I know in my heart.
People that get all bent over people missing their birthdays are a mystery to me. There are lots of ways to show someone you love them. Accept what love they offer you unconditionally and quit looking for reasons to get your feelings hurt or to hold a grudge. Unless you’re a kid, your birthday ain’t that big of a deal.
In the more strict interpretation, closing a circuit so that current/signal can go through is the equivalent of lighting a fire, which IS part of the “work” that is not allowed (but for the aforementioned dire-need exceptions). In this context, “work” does not refer only to productive activity, but to many other forms of energy expenditure.
Inappropriate:
zev: Look, you sunuvabitch, just turn on the fucking lights.