This is why I’m very much in favor of supporting small, local dairies.
A freaking men. And down here fishing in the Keys, there’s nothing better then putting your line in and yelling “FISH ON!!!” a minute later and pulling out a huge yellow snapper. Then having him later for dinner. Bliss. I always reminds me of fishing with my dad, and I love to send him my photos after with my catch. So awesome.
I don’t know about everyone else here, but to me if ya can’t kill sumptin, why go? 
I don’t get the fascination with the differing methods of post-micturation hygiene for males…
I confess to also not getting homework, to the extent that it is assigned today. Practice, I understand. Studying, I agree with. Busy work-and I find I am getting it, even in grad school, not so much.
I also don’t get the appeal of Carlos Mencia, but then, I don’t get the appeal of any Comedy Central shows except TDS and TCR…
Ah, I opened this thread to post one of the things I don’t get, and by the time I’d read the first 16 or so entries I had forgotten…
So, without reading the 5 pages that have been added since then, here’s what I don’t get: People who videotape everything, every second of their lives, their vacations, their kids’ talent shows and t-ball games. (I don’t mean the part about videotaping their kid’s at-bat or ballet number; I mean they videotape the whole damn 44-run inning, every game, every year, every second of the talent show, etc.)
When does anybody watch this stuff? Who has time?
I also wonder about people who videotaped the actual birth. When do you show that one? Does the child get to see it at a certain age? (“Okay, now here’s Mommy…yes, her mouth is moving but she’s not really saying anything…no, actually, she’s in a great mood…”)
Okay, I know there’s an edit function. But really. Just watch the talent show or t-ball game, it looks different when you aren’t looking through a lens. And that way you won’t block everybody’s view.
I don’t get Antisemitism. I get racism in a visceral way: it’s easy to hate someone who looks different, but it boggles my mind that so many people would be able to summon up from the bottom depths of their heart the will to hate a whole class of people for their religion (or ethnicity, for that matter.)
I mean, there will always be kooks out there who are obsessed with the inherent evil of a certain nebulous group of people, such as the Commies, the Jews, or the Muslims, but I’m perplexed as to how many people have the psychic energy to hate people they can’t even point a finger at.
Hilarity --my husband does that (he did NOT vidoetape the deliveries). He will even video or photograph complete strangers at communal events. So, we have pics of unknown people walking in every 4th of July parade since our marriage.
WTF?
And we have video of stranger’s kids, making soccer goals or playing flute solos.
To my mind, it’s bad enough when we have miles of tape just concerning our kids-but understandable. And there is indeed the edit function. But other kids? Strangers?
I put it down to him wanting in some way to hold onto the experience, and for his desire to be a part of it. Me, I’m happy to be an observer or skip the whole thing. <shrugs>
At least he has never asked me to mount them in albums or watch them again. Thank god.
Ed: Do you own a video camera?
Renée: No. Fred hates them.
Fred: I like to remember things my own way.
Ed: What do you mean by that?
Fred: How I remembered them. Not necessarily the way they happened.
—Lost Highway
Regarding the wiping after peeing thing: maybe circumcision has something to do with the disparity in views? I’m not circumcised, and if I don’t wipe – even if I shake! – there’s often some lingering drops between the folds.
Y’know?
Why did Walmart spend all that money to put in machines so that I could process my own credit card - and then have their cashier ask to see the card anyway?
Don’t get me wrong, I’m glad that they are making sure that I am me. But before I handed the chashier my credit card, he/she ran it through the machine and checked it.
Now I run it through and hand it to him/her so that it can be checked. They have made the process more difficult, not less.
Last week, my younger daughter received a birthday present. Well, actually, a number of them, but this one in particular…
The packaging consisted of a box, foam wrapping, and a little tag round the toy itself. The toy, and tag, could not be accessed without taking off all the wrapping first.
The text on the tag said.
“Please remove all packaging and tags before giving this toy to your child.”
And THEN it said
“Retain this tag for your information”.
That was the entirety of the messages on the tag. In eight languages.
WTF? So you’re not supposed to let a child tax herself by opening a box and removing a tag and some foam, and, y’know, learn how to open complex packaging? They want you to dumb things down that much? Does the toy do anything? If so, are you supposed to push the buttons or whatever for her too?
You show the video at the child’s 21st birthday party apparently. At least that’s what Sting (the singer) and his wife did recently at their son’s 21st. I remember reading an article about it in the paper. I also remember feeling desperately sorry for young Mr Sting and betting that he was wishing he had another mother and father.
I have ducked into this thread a couple of times so if these have been mentioned please forgive.
When a group of cars begin stopping at a traffic signal, one car stops two to three car lengths from the one in front of it and then, after waiting a couple of seconds, rolls up five feet and stops, five feet and stops, five feet and stops. WTF?
The young guys with their pants down under the cheeks of their butts. They are so low thay have ot hang on to them, typically with a hand full of their crotch. The crotch of the pants is below the knees and the “hip” pocket is low on the back of the thigh. WTF is with this? It cannot be comfortable, functional or even percieved as cool/attractive to anyone.
The cars with a CD hanging from the rear-view mirror. Is there a point to this?
An eight thousand dollar paint job on a jacked-up, off-road vehicle modified to slam through brush, mud and rocks.
Hah - I saw it, too – it was part of his movie Bring On the Night, from 1985.
Which I saw when I was 20.
Gah, now I feel old.
That’s a good point–I hadn’t thought of that. Then, again, being circumsized, I’ve never had to. However, I’m still just a dude who prefers to dab.
Yeah! And what about the people at the front of the line who impatiently creep up, creep up, creep up while the light is red, and they turn out to be as slow as all get out when they’re actually driving?!
I see this when I walk, too, especially in NYC. You’ll be waiting at the red light, then someone will bogart their way in front of you (like they’re in a rush, but hey, buddy, better watch out for turning buses and trucks), then when you get the “walk” signal, they’re as slow as molasses on a winter day! Really, WTF?
Tell me about it. Some of us in the African-American community (who see this mostly on young A.A. boys and men, though we know that others do it, too) refer to this as minstrelsy. Or clownism (no offense to real clowns–sorry). Take your pick. It’s like, “Do your parents really let you leave the house like that, or do you wait until you’re out of sight to make the [un]necessary adjustments?” (Sometimes, when I see stuff like this–and worse–I just have to call Mama and say, “Thank you.”)
And what about the guys who still do this in their twenties? I mean, I like getting sneak previews of the coveted territory as much as the next gay guy, but…damn! I mean, you look so stupid that I wouldn’t be caught dead pursuing you. Then, again, maybe that’s kinda the point, huh? 
I swear that I meant to write “circumcised.” And it was **right there ** in **Gadarene’s ** post! Duh! :smack:
C’mon, Li’l Pluck, if you can’t get it together enough at 05:30 to properly spell “circumcised,” how’re you gonna write that five-page paper that’s due tomorrow? BTW, does anyone want to write this damn paper for me, ‘cause I’m truly not diggin’ the task that lies before me? Aaargh! 
Hehe. A few months ago, my SiL’s brother started asking me about pocket 'puters, Blackberries and suchlike. I explained that I don’t have one nor do I intend to ever get one. He said, “but how can you finish work otherwise?” I explained that I finish my work while at work and have, in fact, been ripped new holes for being too efficient.
He’s not happy with me, poor puppy. I’m SO not sorry!
well, it was more the bizarrity of having a tag whose only purpose was to say “please throw away this tag” that got me!
I did actually have to give her considerable help with the packaging - it’s the first time she’s had the opportunity to get birthday presents!
Can you give a phonetic pronunciation of this? I’m in need of a specific term (other than the usual Stupid *!@#$%.) to refer to this.