Bloody hell! Google has changed the URL for Gmail. I had to set up all my accounts again for my password manager.
OK, in the great scheme of things, not a biggie. It’s a nuisance I could have done without, though, and I’d at least like to know why they did it. I expect there’ll be a lot of unhappy people who get to what they think is their sign-in page and the fields don’t fill in automatically.
I’ve noticed the last couple of months that I couldn’t find my favorite flavor of Lance crackers, Smokehouse Cheddar, in any supermarket in the area. Finally this morning I thought to check online to see if anyone else is having a shortage…
DAMN YOU, LANCE! They’re discontinuing Smokehouse Cheddar in favor of a new flavor, Four Cheese! I’ve tried Four Cheese…it’s good, but not as good as SC. Lance claims that it’s replacing SC with FC because surveys concluded that consumers preferred FC to SC…okay, fine. But did you happen to bother to survey whether people preferred SC over that insipid pile of crap Sour Cream & Chives? NOOOO! If you’re going to replace a flavor, make it one that doesn’t really even have a flavor, instead of silencing forever that glorious, deep, full-mouthed flavor of Smokehouse Cheddar. Idiots!
And what’s with the price of butter! Those must be some contented cows! $4.99 a pound yesterday!
Chimera, notify your landlord. They need to replace that AC unit. By notifying them now instead of waiting until next summer, you’ll give them a chance to get a good deal on a closeout unit if they’re so inclined.
Don’t forget simplicity. Back in the dark ages when every mall had an iron-on t-shirt kiosk, I took in a couple of pink maternity t-shirts and had OOPS adhered to the belly. I got more snickers from those.
You have my complete sympathy. May every future migraine be shorter and softer than the one before.
Actually, it’s that they’re the oppositeof contented - hot, thirsty, and hungry.
From the above link:
“Scorching summer heat took a toll on the Midwest corn crop, and food shoppers could see the results in higher prices at the supermarket in coming months… Producers have been shrinking their flocks and herds to cope with the higher cost of feeding their animals, and that reduced supply of meat and dairy products will help drive up food prices by 4 to 6 percent next year…”
Ha! I’m so hot and thirsty, in solidarity with America’s dairy cows, I forgot I came in here to sorta-rant:
I confused the grocery clerk yesterday. How? I bought rice cakes.
That’s right. Rice cakes.
Look, I know they’re not the pinnacle of human culinary achievement, but they’re not really exotic, are they? The cashier was in her early 20s, if I had to guess - not exactly born-yesterday material, as far as encountering esoteric food items goes. She scanned them, held them up, gave them a quizzical look, gave me a quizzical look, and said, “What do you do with them? Do you … snack on them?”
Yes, sweetheart, you most certainly do. Spread 'em with peanut butter or something - it ain’t rocket science. They’re a vehicle for tasty toppings, like a cracker. You heard of crackers?
You’re my new hero.
Heh heh. 
This happened to us just when we had moved into our new house a couple of years ago. We had just moved in, so we didn’t know if it was service issues, or what the heck was going on. We had a tech come out, and he managed to see the work going on down the street and figured out what the problem was.
Thanks. :o
I tell ya, Dad Voice is really effective at times. If one can put a bit of a growl into it, so much the better.
I have been paying $27 (generic $9.00 per month copay) at the VA for 100 capsules of a medication. I just learned today that I can buy 140 capsules of THE SAME MEDICATION for $3.98 at Walmart!
Why didn’t the VA let me know about this?
And my last prescription from the VA melted in my mailbox! We are now experiencing the hottest summer on record in Dallas-day 70 of 100+ heat. And one more 100+ degree day tomorrow, but that may finally be the last one.
That thought is all that’s keeping me sane some days. This has been a brutal summer. My batface cuphea- a tough, drought-tolerant shrub that loooves sun and heat - finally even succumbed. I couldn’t believe it. 
When the first really crisp day finally gets here, I would
fuck the cold front if such a thing was at all possible
Ok, this is the tiniest, most first-world rant imaginable, but I’m getting kinda irritated with myself for nearing a 0% success rate in remembering to ask for “no pickles” if I get a drive-thru burger. I don’t get them often enough to get the habit ingrained and invariably :smack: right about when I drive off. Stupid pickles. Why is then always when I remember that, duh, I don’t like pickles. Stupid pickles.
Can I rant about something that happend to me a few years ago, but about which I have never ranted?
When I was in my 2nd year of college, I was walking along campus and someone wanted me to register to vote. I did need to re-register with my new address, so I said sure and was happily filling out the form. When he noticed that I checked the “unaffiliated” box, he got upset and had the nerve to ask me if I would register as a republican, because he only got paid for people who registered as republicans. I just about wanted to punch this poor sap in the face, not because he was a republican trying to register other republicans, but because he thought I would care about him getting paid, and for purportedly only caring about getting people registered to vote, period. I still regret not chewing this guy out when I had the chance, but I can still see his weasely face even though we only met that one day so many years ago.
Re bizarre overcaution at four-way stop signs, here’s a scenario that I have encountered several times in the past couple weeks.
I am approaching the four-way stop at a relatively quiet intersection, slowing as the stop sign nears. As I’m about 100 feet away, left turn signal on, I note in the opposite lane a car that has already stopped facing me with no signal, indicating they’re going straight. I get closer, slowing to maybe 10 mph. The oncoming car does not move. It is not until I am completely stopped, waiting to make my left turn that the oncoming car sluggishly starts forward through the intersection.
Is there a compelling reason to hold me up, other than your being an idiotic weenie who’s mortally afraid that I won’t come to a stop and will instead barrel on through, resulting in a horrendous collision? Tell me, do you also come to a dead stop on a green light and peer intently at drivers approaching the intersection at right angles, to make absolutely sure that they won’t blow through the red light and smash into you?
The grand culmination of this timidity came yesterday, as I approached a three-way stop and saw, as I slowed to a halt, a car that had already entered the intersection from my left but came to a complete stop just before he was going to pass in front of me. The driver (in a Buick, it figures) was goggling worriedly in my direction. I waved him ahead and he still hesitated, finally taking the plunge and moving onward through the intersection.
I can see exercising caution in certain circumstances, for instance not assuming that everyone will respect the right of way. These dingbats, however, are taking caution to ridiculous extremes.
If you clean the blood, gore and car parts off your grill, it might help…
Man, I *wish *I had an AOE that would spread my diseases to all targets within X meters.
I do actually have a DK. He was one of my 80s in Wrath, but his sole purpose was farming mats for my main. He’s been languishing somewhere around 83 for some time now, since that’s as high as I needed to get him to access everything I needed to farm in Cata.
So what drug are you on that makes you illiterate? May I have some?
What the fuck, how is that remotely professional? You’re the customer. The customer shouldn’t be asked to give the employee a dressing-down: that’s what the employee’s fucking manager is for. Unless the manager is terrible, which this one apparently is.
Have you tried saying, “Hey, where’s my birthday sex?” You may have to shove a head down into your crotch until they get the message.
Someone (I think maybe Dave Barry) once very wisely observed that you should never, ever assume a woman is pregnant unless you can literally see the baby being delivered at that very second.
My solution: a pair of tattoos, one on the dorsal side of each forearm, in the form of an arrow starting at the wrist and ending at the elbow. When someone gives you a nasty look, you flip them off with both hands and angle your elbows in towards your distended abdomen.
I know I shouldn’t laugh, but you phrased this so wonderfully, I can’t help it.
This is exactly the reaction I’ve had a couple of times when I’ve warned people not to scratch’n’sniff the scratch’n’sniff part of my Pat the Zombie book.
I used to be more circumspect. Now I’m pretty sure that if they’re watching, they don’t give a shit.
Having worked in a grocery store and had a mentally disabled relative employed by one, I can say this tends to be the case for a lot of stores. The cashiers themselves aren’t generally that bright, so if you get someone who can’t even handle that job, they’re about as sharp as a sack of wet mice.
People who make comments about purchases should be shot as a warning to others, just on principle. It’s your job to dispense the items and/or collect my payment, not speculate on my life. (I had this problem once with a pharmacist. I really wish I’d told her how completely inappropriate the question was, but I was so taken aback at the time that all I did was respond with an icy “no” to her guess about what the pills were for and storm out.)
Becuase they’re a service provider, not your personal comparison shopper.
Wait, isn’t that not just an asshole move but illegal?
Oh, man, I’m sure the people who went after ACORN would love to get their hands on the people who decided that was sound policy.
crickets
Twice in the last week, complete strangers have expressed surprise upon learning that my mother and I are related. I know I don’t look anything like her, but jeez! Why do people feel the need to voice assumptions like that?
Also, I have to go back to work tomorrow after a wonderful vacation. 
It must have helped. 
I passed!
/antirant
That’s reassuring. Mine’s obviously not that bad yet, but there is definitely something wrong in there, and I hope it’s bad enough that they’ll recognize it and yank it before it reaches the stage you describe. I have already had the paramedics in once for scary symptoms which made me think “heart attack”, and that might have had an effect on the doctor’s decision to order the scan as well. I just want to feel better so I can leave the flat on a regular basis and get exercise and have a job and a life and stuff like that there.
We have a “No Solicitors” sign in plain view, stuck to the mailbox next to the front door. Most people respect it; some don’t, to whom I’m usually less than polite. Today I see a young woman coming up the walk with a clipboard and think: ‘she’ll see the sign and turn around’. Nope. Knocky-knockie.
My wife answers and the girl starts in with a stupid question that she cleverly thought up about the pepper plant in the front yard, and that she is sure will make you want to be her BFF and buy whatever useless shit she is selling. Wifey mutters something unintelligible, and the woman launches into her spiel about Century-Link cable.
Wifey interrupts her, says ‘not interested’ and points out the sign. The woman says “oh, I’m not a solicitor; I’m just representing Century Link”. :rolleyes: