Ooooh! It has a name? I’ve been doing this shit since I was 12. Every once in a while I’ll notice that I don’t have any nasty sores around my fingernails, but it’s only a matter of time. It gets way worse when I’m doing a lot of etching: acids+oil-based inks+scrubbing my hands 5 times an hour=dry, scaly hands=lots of lovely little ridges to start a-peelin’. GRRRR.
If I think of it, I wrap them up in masking tape, then pick at the tape instead of the skin, but that only works if I think of it ahead of time, and if I’m not actually doing it I don’t think to prevent it!
I hate when people start a mini-rants thread before the last one has died out. It just means that the people at the end of this one won’t get read because the new OP is an attention hog. Example
Burt’s Bees Lemon Butter cuticle cream. It’s saving my fingers. If I don’t use it every day, my cuticles dry out and I start to pick at them. Keeping them moisturized helps a lot.
Maybe it’s like my block, where on a typical day there are 17 cars parked in their driveways blocking the sidewalk, because no-one can let go of the tons of stuff they have crammed into their garages so they can’t use them for the purpose intended, and they’re too lazy to walk more than 5 feet from their car to the house.
Oh yes, and why does the department of parking and traffic not enforce the law on my street? Because … (wait for it) … one of them lives here and does the same thing. Sweet.
I’m afraid to complain for fear of reprisals, and if I complain anonymously (as I have in the past) nothing happens. Photos are next, we’ll see how that does.
I pit my wife for signing up my 5-year old for teeball. I pit teeball and organized sports for 5-year old kids.
Ugh. My kid is the smallest kid on his team, I hate baseball and never passed on the basic skills, he has no idea what’s going on, and is awful. He hates playing a game with lots of rules, he just wants to have fun. When I took him for some extra batting practice, he spent five minutes holding the bat backwards because he likes the sound better. I am torn between trying to force him to learn the right way to do things and just letting him enjoy life.
The first game was a debacle. The boy was crying after two innings because he hated it. I sent him back in anyhow, got to suck it up and learn from life or something like that. The only good part of the whole day was that when the other kid picked on him, my boy got him right back, not the least bit scared just very angry.
We’re trying for one more game. If it goes badly, we’re pulling him out.
Why is it so fucking hard to successfully sue somebody? I swear, the whole system is designed with as many ways for the defendant to not have to do anything, including pay me the money they owe! I’m in the middle (well, I guess just the start,) of two lawsuits (former landlord and former roommates,) and here is a summary of the process:
I file the suit. I wait 20 days for them to respond. If they don’t respond after 20 days, I get mailed a form or some info on what to do next, which is to have them served by the sheriff. This costs me money up front, but it does get tacked onto the lawsuit, should I actually get the money.
They have another twenty days from this so respond again. If they don’t, then I have to go ahead and have a judge rule them in default. What does this mean? Well, they get mailed some more stuff saying the judge ruled in my favor and they need to pay me…but there is essentially nothing to force them to do that yet. I have to wait even more time before I can then ask a judge to take more drastic measures.
Oh, and the info packet makes it very clear that at no time, even after the judge has ruled in my favor, should I ever expect to get the money owed to me. :rolleyes:
This compliments the minirant I composed in my head last night. Do they not have the safety talks in school anymore about “Wear white if you ride at night”???
There is a University between my home and where I work. Occasionally my drive home coincides with a large number of students leaving campus after dark. It’s more common for me to nearly crush darkly clad bicyclists than pedestrians, but that happens too.
Minirant #2:
Mr. Dee and I very rarely see movies in the theatre without our 10 year old along, but we’d like to. We watch a lot of DVDs, and that meets our movie viewing needs. BUT when Junior is set to go to his dad’s or visit relatives for a few days we think “Hey, we’ll go to the movies”. Simple, right? It really ought to be. THe last three times Junior’s been away there has been NOTHING in the theatres that we wanted to see enough to pay full price. Nothing. Drillbit Taylor? Semi-Pro? These movies have their audiences. It’s just not us. Nertz!
You know what, housemates? I’m fuckin’ exhausted. It’s spring break. I’m tired of washing all the dishes by hand for everyone, planning meals, shopping for them, cooking them. I’m tired of making all the decisions, while you lot hem and haw about what it is you want out of me, then complain when I want to try something out of your meat-and-potatoes milieu. I’m tired of making decisions, so I’m not gonna for a week. Tomorrow is Easter, and none of you want to give me any input on what you want tomorrow - well, it’s your fuckin’ religion, not mine. So you all get a Nihilist’s Easter menu tomorrow. Enjoy your nothing, I’m having pizza.
If you don’t need people to work on a project don’t fucking ask us to go through UNPAID training and pass UNPAID certification exams. Don’t overhire and then punish with no work or cancelled work. Or if you do overhire don’t you fucking dare wait until 6 pm the day before to tell me I’m not working the next day.
I am not your slave and I strongly suspect that what you did to us was completely illegal.
I hire they fire every single asshole who thought it okay to ask us to work six hours of unpaid labor.
Thank you for letting me know exactly how much you’re going to reward six years of loyal service; six years of working holidays and weekends and six day weeks. I finally understand exactly how much my contributions and hard work are appreciated.
Usually I enjoy it, when my housemates aren’t being apathetic wankers. (The *Young Ones *reference is quite appreciated, and made me laugh. Thank you!)
Any programme that features James Nesbitt as a bad guy is perfectly cast, because as we all know a fucking Northern Irish accent can only be associated with terrorism and bigotry :rolleyes:
Grrr, stop fucking asking me if I’m going to do a mockup. That’s my job, innit? Have I ever not done one? I’ve been here two years and I’ve always gotten everything out in a reasonable timeframe, so SHUT UP!
For that matter, stop asking me if I can do something. The answer is yes. The answer is always fucking yes. Why? Because I know how to do my job. Anything you can think of I’ve done before. You’re the newb so just fill out the form and watch your email. Look! You got it! Stop trying to use your salesman charm on me. It’s not working, it just annoys me. Just do your job and let me do mine.
(And the sad thing is, this guy is one of the better newbs we’ve gotten. sigh)
If you’re going to hold a 20-minute conversation with a friend/acquaintence at the gym, would you consider maybe standing up and getting off of the one weight machine I still needed to use? You were sitting on the machine when I arrived, chatting with the person standing next to you, and when I left 20 minutes later you were still sitting there chatting with her. Maybe you ought to realize that the machines aren’t park benches, hmmm?
(And yes, I probably could have asked if they were done using the machine, and he probably would have moved. It’s just that I’m shy/introverted, and don’t like addressing people I don’t know).
It’d be pointless to attempt to justify they do on American Idol, so I won’t. I’ve never even watched it.
As for alternative/prog-rock stations, they may be staffed by aging boomers, but that demographic also probably makes up a good part of the audience. You’d be surprised how many older people are just as fed up with dinosaur rock as you probably are, and have gravitated towards the alternative stations. This subset of boomers, IMO, tends to be exactly the ones who were really into music when they were growing up and have remained so. As for the Beatles, I still think they were the greatest band ever for their influence on the culture of the time, and if they come on the radio, I won’t necessarily change it, but there’s a lot of stuff I’d rather hear instead now.
You’re actually getting off easy if you just get the occasional Beatles song when you listen to the radio. The music at today’s clubs and parties seems to be all hiphop, industrial, techno, etc., and rock and roll as music for parties has gone the way of the big band music of the 1940s.
I meant to thank you, buttonjockey, for the tip on Hot Chip - I’m really enjoying them. Of course, I’m not a Boomer, either - I was born in 1966, which makes me Generation X.
Everybody who does that “swing left, turn right” thing - you’re driving me crazy with that and you need to stop doing that right f’in now. You’re driving a Honda, not a farm truck loaded with bales, for the love of god. I’m fairly sure most of the people doing this did not learn to drive on a farm truck loaded with bales, either.
I pit the creep who was in here in the campus library looking at porn. Had to call campus police because he’s been told by a security guard before and obviously did not listen. He doesn’t even go here either. Freeloader AND skeevy dude who looks at porn in public. It was a bitch to catch him too, was very good at minimizing his porn window when we walked by, but I caught him eventually. Then he bitched at the cops because we didn’t warn him first. Uhh…you’ve been warned before, and us two girls working up here do not really want to tell you to not look at porn, we’re not supposed to anyway - and the security guard advised us to call the campus police. You’ve gotten caught before, you have to know looking at porn on public computers is a no-no. Go buy a porno mag and go home.
The next person who asks me if the library carries textbooks is going to get a volume of the OED upside the jaw. NO. No matter how many times you whine about book prices and how much you need to pass the class NO. Can you imagine the clusterfuck if we did carry current textbooks? The theft? The increase in whining? I can.
Man up, ask a classmate for a peek at their book, and next time budget a little better at the beginning of the year.