I bought a new computer a couple of weeks ago–oh, wow, am I loving the faster speed and better graphics card! But there’s just one or two little problems:
Why is it so hard to adjust the sound properties in Vista? I belong to an online karaoke site and had a bitch of a time fixing it so that you could hear both me AND the music. Still not sure just which box I clicked that worked, I just muted everything that wasn’t mic or stereo mix. And still I have trouble getting the sound right so that the music doesn’t drown me out! What a PITA!
Computer came with a printer–but the ink is only available at the place I got it or ordered online. Another PITA, but hey, I can order some extras to keep around, right? I open the printer to hook it up to the computer and can’t find the black ink cartridge–though the color cartridge was there. I called up the computer store (I won’t mention any names, but it rhymes with Murket Mitty) and told them about it, and that’s when I find out that they don’t include black ink with the printer. What the…? I told the guy (politely, because he was being very nice) that it would’ve been nice to know that before I left the store, since I live an hour’s drive from the place! He agreed–I even heard him telling someone else the same thing–and told me to come in whenever I could make it and they’d see to getting me a black cartridge (and not to worry about payment for it!). So it’s going to work out, but damn, it sucks to be printerless while I wait.
Ugh, I know! I get a lot of callers who want to set up parentage tests for their boyfriends or their sons. Of course, if I have a question about the situation they don’t know the answer, and the probability that the participants will stand me up goes from 50% to 70%.
And if they do come, and I ask them if they’ve had anything in their mouths, they say, “Well yeah! Nobody told me not to!” Grrrr! I told your mommy to tell you, jerk.
You’re probably tying granny knots. Try crossing over the loops the other way during the last part. You’ll have to retrain yourself, but it’ll be worth it.
Okay, so it’s hard to explain. But the object is to have the knot look like a square knot when you’re through.
Or when you’ve got one loop in your right hand and wrap the other lace around it before finishing the knot, wrap it around a second time before poking the second loop through and finishing. I saw that in The Klutz book of knots years ago and it’s worked very well.
My own tiny, tiny contribution: being excluded from a planning meeting for a group I belong to. The result of the meeting is all kinds of excellent, but having been left out was an unpleasant surprise.
Or, when you tie the first knot, wrap the lace around a second (or even three) times. If you tie bows by tying a knot with the loops, like I do, you can do the same when you do the bow.
You’ve got him all wrong, man. Imagine if you will, you and I meeting 2.5 somewhere secluded. We could show him the boots of the world collection. I like Danners but I own 3 pairs of Doc Martens as well. I’m sure you have some nice pairs both he and I would admire as well.
I’ll be having a cocktail with your name on it this weekend, chowder , my friend. God, if only all nations could get along like you and I. It just warms my heart thinking of it
UPDATE: My version of Ray, Jimbo, Bubba and Roy, a/k/a Eric and Andrew, the pre-teen equivalents, must be gone tonight. No motors, no scooters, lawnmowers, power washers or leaf blowers. I can hear birds, dogs barking in the distance, trees and curtains swishing in the spring breeze. Oh, heaven…
We have quiet here as well–but that is due to the heavy thunderstorms that just passed through. Jimbo was out earlier, cutting his grass prior to the rain (that’s the third time this week! yippee).
Whereas I got woken up this morning to the beautiful sounds of the flat above me doing construction work of some kind that involves a drill. Fan-fucking-tastic.
I’m currently unemployed, which one would think allows you to sleep in late.
Nope.
They’re doing construction on the unit next to me. Every motherfucking morning, they show up between 8am and 8:30am. Pound the shit out of something for anywhere from 5 minutes to 1 hour, then leave. Nada for the entire rest of the day. Of course, I can’t really complain about it, because it’s after 8am. But still. 8 fucking AM every day, then not one damned thing for the rest of the day???
Thought I’d be able to sleep in late today, being the weekend and all, especially desirable after getting to bed at 2am. Nope, the fuckers show up at 8:55am to unload some equipment for 5 minutes, then leave.
Why yes, I am a light sleeper, and I can’t get back to sleep after this crap.
I wonder how late they’d let me sleep in prison. 'cuz a few .357 slugs through the wall starts to gain attractiveness at a certain point.
No, I’m not serious about that last point, even if it does enter my mind when they wake me up from a sound sleep.
I hate Subway for just this reason; I have to specify every damned thing. If it weren’t that my two buds at work like to eat there, I’d never never go.
I like restaurants where you say, “I’d like a #9,” and then relax.
Cashiers and clerks that refuse to make change. Not because they are out of change. No, they are hoarding it, so they ‘don’t run out’.
Dickwad. You’ve essentially already ‘run out’. Instead of serving the paying customer in front of you, you’re going to ‘save’ your change for some possible future paying customer that may or may not need it?
Granted I don’t expect someone working a register for $7 an hour to be the sharpest tool in the shed, but at least a little common sense can’t be too much to ask, can it?
(Edit: I should note, I’m not referring to making change for customers that haven’t made a purchase. Cash registers are to be used for ringing up purchases, not as personal banking machines)
I tuned out almost immediately, when they mis-spelled “obedience”. These guys are supposed to be college students, right? :dubious:
(I have looked over this post twice already, but I just know that, since I’m complaining about spelling, a monstrous spelling error will creep in between the time I hit “submit” and it appears on my screen. )
My keyboard finally died on me, so I headed to Best Buy to get a new one. Every single one save for the $10 el cheapo model was wireless. What the shit?! Who the fuck wants a wireless keyboard? “Gee, I’m sure glad my new keyboard needs batteries and can be fucked up by infrared signals and radio interference!” Even worse, all of them except the $99 gaming keyboard had the shitty-ass shallow laptop-like keys that I can’t stand.
What the fuck advantage does a wireless keyboard offer to make up for this bullshit? Who moves their fucking keyboard? Am I supposed to be taking it to the can with me to make SDMB posts while I’m taking a shit? Do people put their monitors on top of their TVs and compute from the couch? Seriously, what the shit?!
Our neighbor across the street got himself a lawn tractor last summer. His yard is big enough that it should take, oh, ten minutes to mow. With a push mower.
So why does it require at least three mowings a week, each of which lasts for, I shit you not, at least 45 minutes?
Thanks a lot, Hank Hill. :mad:
And in line with the thread topic, why is it that when my husband comes into my office to fiddle with the router or something, and I happen to have some things on the floor in front of that end of the bookcase, instead of either moving the stuff himself or, Og forbid, asking me to move it, he just starts shoving it rudely aside, and the hell with whether it’s something that could get broken in the process? He did it again this afternoon. Dude, give me ten seconds and I’ll have my stuff out of the way and nothing will get broken. Calm the fuck down!
I have a reason for my wireless mouse, between my cluttered desk and the mess of wires I have my old wired mouse used to knock things downs or move things or get caught on something when I had to move it fast (and in real time games, that can happen a lot). My wireless is much better, no longer do things get knocked over, more does my mouse get tangled with the cords in the back making it difficult to move.
Anyway the thing that ticks me off (but really shouldn’t) are applications that are case sensitive when there’s no good reason for them to be. If you look in the how good of a speller are you thread in the game room, you can see I goofed and didn’t read above the box that the letters needed to be all lowercase. Fine, I’m not worked up about “losing” at a flash application, especially when I can feel vindicated that I technically was correct. However, this practice can easily spill over to things that I DO want to work. Seriously folks, it takes about 20 minutes to make your application not case sensitive, and that’s if you’re doing it the hard, brute force way.
That’s not really fair, is it? You’re comparing McDonalds to Subway. Subway (and I admit that they aren’t that great) offers more toppings for their sandwhiches than Burger places do. At Subway you tell them what to pile on. With your #9, you have to ask them to remove things or not include them if you don’t like them.
I don’t get the outrage, other than that Subway subs are bottom-tier hoagies for the most part.
Full garbage cans that apparently I am only capable of emptying because I’m a male (seriously, Mrs Foie will actually keep piling trash, dirty diapers, etc into overflow mode as if to give me a “welcome home, honey” present just because she knows I hate it).
Prepaid gasoline.
“How much do you think you need?”
“Well, it’s a 20 gallon tank, and your at about a quarter tank, so you should need about 15 gallons, which would be roughly 60 bucks, so pay that!”
<<pays 60 bucks>>
“Dammit, I can only get 55 bucks worth into the minivan! Gotta go in and get my 5 bucks, BRB”
3. My wife lying about inconsequential things for no apparent reason, other than to lie.
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