OK. fine. I’m used to politicians saying stupid things, and we are less than one week away from a primary. Still, one Republican who I’d rather liked has an ad in which me manages to make himself look stupid. In an earlier ad, he’d said he was against amnesty for illegal immigrants. Fair enough. In the ad I saw this evening, though, he said he’d make it a requirement that candidates for citizenship be able to read, write, and speak English. I’ve contacted his campaign through his website and told them that already is a requirement. Before he campaigns on changing the requirements for citizenship, maybe he should find out what the current ones are. Sigh!
It’s mid-April.
THAT MEANS IT’S TIME TO STOP FUCKING SNOWING!
There go my plans to go for a hike today and do my writing on the top of a mountain…
2-4 cm of snow forecast for us tomorrow, too. Friggin’ weather. On the positive side, if it snows enough before it gets really cold, the snow will help protect all the new shoots poking out.
I won’t mention that it’s [del]20[/del] 23! degrees and sunny here then. People were eating lunch out on the terrace, and I found several excuses to go outside to cross the road to the other building. 
(Kinda smoggy, though. Reminds me of California outside.)
Is the Pope still here?
Signed,
A New Yorker
P.S. However, it is around 70 degrees in the City and I can take my break in Battery Park, which has recently been beautifully refurbished and enjoy the breathtaking vistas by the waters of New York Harbor (Statue of Liberty included).
Dear people with little niblet teeth: I hate you and your weird baby teeth freak me right the hell out.
Yesterday afternoon (4/17) I was on my way home from work and I was nearly home. I was at a green light making a left turn. The green arrow had expired but we could still turn after yielding right of way to oncoming traffic. I was behind someone who must have gotten her driver’s license as a Happy Meal prize. After the opposing traffic had cleared I expected her to proceed as any driver with an IQ containing at least two digits would do. What did she do? She just fucking SAT THERE WITH HER HEAD UP HER ASS! Not even after honking my horn and making spectacular gestures with my arms out of frustration (no extended middle finger as I was trying to exercise some restraint, as much as she would have deserved it) did this arouse her from the apparently irreversible state of stupor and inexcusable inattention. By the time I said, “Ahh, fuck it! I don’t have time for this moron’s bullshit!” and tried to go around the needless obstruction she was causing, the fucking light changed, forcing me to wait another complete cycle! Yeah, so I got home a whole five minutes later, not a big deal on the grand scale of things, but still, having to be inconvenienced by some addle-brained dumbass who shouldn’t even be outside the house unattended let alone operating a two-ton gas-guzzling behemoth (aka SUV) just pisses me the fuck off!
I don’t know about you, but on my planet GREENS FUCKING MEANS GOOOOOOO!!!
Not one to rain on a good mini-rant (see my post above), but there could be a reason for that.
Maybe she was a new driver and (i) her driving instructor had told her that once the explicit permission given by the left-turn signal is gone, she absolutely cannot turn, or (ii) she had seen signs at other intersections that explicitly forbade her to make that turn absent the signal and she thought in applied to sign-less intersections too.
Or (iii) her cell phone conversation was just too engrossing.
If she’s was inexperienced, time will teach her that best judgment applies in driving situations and not to just rely on what you have been told or what you think you) see in front of you.
Carry on.
I can see how this would discourage people who are already on their phones from expecting to be greeted and tended to, but what about those inconsiderate jackasses amped up on whatever drug it is that encourages such asinine, boorish behavior who start their order and then get a call?
“I’d like a twelve-inch roast beef with mustard, let- [RING!] (or some annoying ringtone) … hang on… [reaches for phone and flips it open] Yeah,… Hey, Charlie, what’s up! Listen, about that order we discussed this morning…”
At this point I hope they stop making his sandwich, set it aside and move on to the next customer, and if the offender has to go to the back of the line when he’s finished, too bad! This is what I would encourage my employees to do if I ran a Subway or similar operation.
I’ve been here at work all day long. Both my supervisors are away, one co-worker’s on vacation and the other two came in but went home sick. In other words, I’ve been here all alone for hours…and I’ve done perhaps an hour’s worth of work. I hate myself on days like this.
You really think a driving instructor would teach a student to not make a left turn on a green light? I know we can’t assume anything about driving laws in other places, but I’m having a hard time imagining a place in North America where you can’t make a left turn on a green light when there is no oncoming traffic. Maybe a parent taught her how to drive (badly) - another reason that I don’t think parents should teach children to drive - they teach them all their bad habits.
dwc, I was stuck behind a driver the other day that would have made your head explode - she waited to make a left turn at the light in such a way that I couldn’t get around her, and was so timid about proceeding that we sat there through two cycles of the light, and then she decided she didn’t want to turn there after all and went straight through. At two consecutive intersections. Someone here is going to shoot her some day.
I made a physical therapy appointment for my shoulder. I have almost no experience with the medical industry.
The receptionist didn’t tell me I needed to be seen by a doctor and get a medical diagnosis first. I found this out two days later standing at the desk.
So I went to the urgent care clinic I’d gone to after the injury. It turns out the nurse practitioner there had also neglected to tell me that I’d need a real doctor to get rehab.
THEN it turns out that the first woman hadn’t seen fit to tell me that there were sports medicine doctors in the same office suite, I guess because they aren’t part of her business. Thanks for the help, moron. I’m thinking of sending a letter to a manager or owner and telling them that I don’t trust them to give me value for my insurance money if this is an indicator, and they’ve lost my business over it.
Featherlou, I live in New York City, which has a wide variety of traffic conditions, street layouts, hazardous intersections etc. (as do many places). Depending on the combination of those, believe it or not, there are intersections that specifically state you can only make the turn when the turn signal is green, even if there is no oncoming traffic. That was why I thought of it. There are also only a very few intersections I know of in the City that have right on red. It depends, but the restriction I mention does exist, thus my suggestion that it might have been taught to her or something she’d seen as part of her short experience driving.
Hot flashes! Yeah I love waking up with a river of sweat running off me to the sheets.
I guess so. I know we have lights here that specify for left turners “Yield to oncoming traffic on green,” which I also would have thought was kinda obvious.
Well, my previous rant has become relevant. -21ºC with windchills today. With what looks like at least a couple of inches of snow, and blizzard winds. Frak. We’re not due to get above zero again until next Friday. Double frak.
I posted a bunch of fanart in kimono on my LJ. I wear kimono, I’m part of a kimono forum, I own several books about kimono and wearing kimono, and I was working off pictures of people who know how to wear kimono properly.
I got ‘constructive criticism’ from to watch a movie, watch anime, and read ‘how to draw anime books’ from someone who insists she knows kimono because her granddad brought home a few during WWII. And she likes to draw kimono. (And honestly, they’re not that hard to draw)
Excuse me? Which one of us do you think actually knows more? I hate to sound like a bitch, but, I’m pretty damn sure I do. And I know enough to know what I don’t know. While I know there are errors (mostly really nitpicky ones) in some of the pics, they’re not in the one she’s criticizing!
Hillary, stop fucking calling me! Seriously, even if I hadn’t already made up my mind, 4 fucking calls inside 16 hours would not fucking convince me to fucking vote for you. Just stop it.
Is that like “5-4-Fighting is not Musllim. As far as I know.”?
Naw, it was just admitting you had at least a partial point. As my husband so eloquently says, you might not be totally wrong. He’s a charmer, he is.
Look, you goat-felchers, could you please for the love of God just do your motherfucking jobs? I mean, what the else you doing? Sucking yak cock? I seriously want to know. Because, see, I’m supposed to graduate in two weeks. I took my MA exam three weeks ago. I need to know if I’m graduating in two weeks. I need these results. This isn’t a fucking game to me. This isn’t something I did on a fucking lark. It’s not a mother fucking joke you fucking pieces of shit. We were told two weeks. The department’s website specifies two weeks. Three weeks pass and not a motherfucking word. If you would just email us and say, “We know we’re late. We’ll let you know by April 23” I wouldn’t even be angry. But we don’t even get a courtesy of a reach around while you fuck us, and I don’t understand why. You know, some of us are looking for jobs and preparing to enter PhD programs and whether or not we’ll be done with our degree is important information to have, so we can pass it on!
I want to spit in your coffee. I want to take the air out of your tires. I want to leave flaming bags of dogshit outside your office doors. I want to punch you in the face and demand to know what the fuck is wrong with you. But I can’t–mainly because I don’t know who the fuck you are. Is this why the exam committee is kept secret?
If two weeks is just impossible for you because you’re a bunch of English professors (and thus the flakiest of all professors), then maybe you should rethink your system? Schedule the test earlier? Add more members to the committee? Stop being gigantic fucking douchebags? Because guess what? I don’t care about your undergrad courses. I don’t care about the articles or books you’re working on. I don’t care about your Very Important Lives or your families or that pressing threesome you have with the goat and the yak. I’m worried about whether or not I’m graduating assholes. And I just don’t think it’s too much to ask that your graduate students should be your priority for two fucking weeks out of the semester. Do PhD students get dicked like this? What about the MFA students? Do you treat them with utter disdain and disrespect? Or are we just special?
Could you just please let me know? Please? Because the suspense is killing me.
Fuckers.