Just curious… How does -1 pissant = -3 shares?
ETA; From previous comments about him, good riddance to bad rubbish.
No one warned you there’d be math, eh?
There were three spare folks at my house. I included all of them in my holiday planning, because Christmas at my house includes everyone. I don’t regret sharing with the mom and daughter, but I actually wish that I hadn’t included the Princess in my Christmas shopping. I’ve never felt that way before, but I’ve never encountered exactly this shade of self-centered, egocentric, clueless stupidity before!
Glad he’s outta there. How’d his mom react to you kicking out her son?
Ugh. Just broke off a long-time friendship, my best friend for the last 20 years. All over the stupid thing that people do, disappearing when they start dating someone new. We both just turned 40, and it seems so stupid that we’re still dealing with high-school-like stuff.
And Christmas day, somehow when I was asleep, a couple of malicious adware add-ons got tacked on to Firefox. (No, not here… I had one tab open to a local news site, and I suspect something leaked through… their mobile website was heavily beset by iTunes store redirects, so their ad provider is probably not the best.) I’ve spent the last four days chasing them down - no info on them online that I can find - and only today seem to have regained control of my system. AV and anti-adware programs simply don’t detect them, so I suspect I got hit with something brand new. Delete the add-ons, they’d pop back up in minutes. I’ve been sitting here for an hour obsessively double-checking FF’s add-ons to make sure they’re not being regenerated. Crossing my fingers that I got them out, but dreading seeing another redirect or ad pop-up. God. I’ve been using computers since the late 70s, survived the virus/malware days with my Amiga and DOS machines, but this now marks the second time in the last couple of years that I’ve managed to get infected.
She’s pretty okay with it, actually. Sad that she raised such a piece of shit, but okay with the fact that he’s off to brave the big wide world all by himself. Apparently, he’s tried this crap before, and come running home to his mommy before, but I told her that he doesn’t have that option any longer. He’s not welcome at my house - not for a visit, not to move in, never. My kids have been informed that they are not to open the door to him.
I suspect that it will be about two weeks until his friends won’t put up with his crap, and that he’ll try to “apologize*” and want to come back. Nope. Time to learn to make his own way, since he is so incapable of appreciating anyone else’s efforts on his behalf.
*That word is in quotes because the Princess’s version of an apology is all about empty words - no real contrition, no plans to change offensive behavior, just some formula as nonsensical as “abracadabra” or “hocus pocus” to try to further his own goals. I don’t need or want an apology. I simply refuse to expose my family to any more of his stupidity.
I just gotta vent a bit. I’m 45, my dad is in his 60s. He is a good guy, I do like him but I just can’t stand his politics. There was a time when we were probably closer politically than we are now. He has drifted hard-right, like tea-bag hard-right. Although I always considered myself a moderate with solid-left leanings on many social issues. There was a time though where I could agree with or at least respectfully understand my father’s Republican view of the world. As I said though, he has drifted hard-hard-hard-right and it is more and more difficult to have any conversation with him at all.
I’ve changed my settings on Facebook so I don’t see the things he posts. Mostly anti-muslim, anti-Obama, BENGAZI-BENGAZI-BENGAZI garbage, and screeds against the “libtards”. He can still see my posts and comment on them however. Mostly out of deference to him and not wanting him to think his son is even more of a leftist-socialist-LIBERAL (I’m not but his world view if you’re not in lock-step with Fox News, Hannity, and Rush then you’re a “libtard”) Anyway, I rarely post politically things on Facebook anymore. I’ve just come to realize there is no winning of a debate on Facebook. It’s like pissing into the wind. So I just mostly keep things light and funny or post updates about our house renovations or the upcoming birth of our first child.
But my dad… he is just so damn angry. He just cannot help himself from making comments of a political nature to even the most mundane of posts. It is like he cannot help himself. Perfect example, I’m a Steelers’ fan living in Ohio. Last night the Steelers and Bengals played for the AFC North Championship. The Steelers won, and I was enjoying a little smack-talk at Andy Dalton’s expense via Facebook posts with friends in town who are Bengals fans. One of the posts I made was a photo/meme of Obama on the phone saying something like “Yes, Andy… Obamacare does cover constant choking”. Funny right?!? Yeah, my dad had to make a swipe about about outrageously higher deductibles under Obamacare. I deftly side-stepped the jab, joking that Andy Dalton got a $100M contract this year from the Bengals so I’m sure he can afford it. I was just trying to deflect from the political direction he wanted things to go and put them back onto football and smack-talk. This lead my father into a diatribe about how liberals must think he is evil for being rich. sigh
That was fairly harmless really, but it was just the latest example in a all-to-common pattern of his. It is just this constant stream of negative politics out of his mouth (and fingers via the keyboard). In a way I try to be sympathetic, he feeds himself a constant stream of talk-radio and Fox News and lives in an area that is entirely retired seniors and almost all exactly like him - white and Republican. So to him, the world is exactly how Fox News and talk-radio tell him it is and everyone around him just reinforces his point of view because they all think the exact same way. So although I disagree with his view of the world, he is not going to change and he is never going to acknowledge that there might just be faults in his view.
Sorry, I just had to rant. I’m not really looking for ways to engage him on politics and I don’t want to outright “ban him” via Facebook. That is where my wife and I share the majority of things happening right now with renovating our home and getting ready for our baby girl to arrive. I want him to be able to see those things. I just really wish he would find some measure of peace and not be so constantly raging mad at every one and every thing that isn’t his version of Republican.
sigh
^^ Kind of funny username/post combo there. 
There’s gotta be more to this. BFF for 20 years, and you broke it off because … what? (S?)He made plans with you and then cancelled? Isn’t reaching out or calling as often? I’m not defending that kind of behavior, but it seems too trite to be the cause of the end something that long-standing.
Okay, actually, I will defend it a little bit: everyone’s life is, to some extent or another, full. So when you add more to the plate, everything else gets squashed around a little bit.
Dear US Postal Service: Hey, FUCK YOU.
Our dear friend, a professional artist, sent us an original artwork for Christmas, in a padded envelope that clearly and legibly was covered in the words DO NOT BEND from multiple angles.
Fuckers bent it in half and stuffed it in our postal box, completely unnecessary because we have a larger box for packages AND the added option of leaving things in the apartment leasing office.
Now there is a big fucking crease down the middle of a thing that cannot be replaced. I don’t think it will be too noticeable once framed, but I am not pleased.
(For those wondering, it’s a slog. I made a comment on Facebook a while back about how things had been a slog lately, prompting my artist friend to speculate about what a ‘‘slog’’ would look like. So he drew me one. For the record, it’s a cross between a sloth and a sea slug.) He also included a Christmas card featuring ‘‘Santa Slog’’ which did not get destroyed, and yes, my friend is amazing.
From what I’ve heard, putting something like “FRAGILE” or “DO NOT BEND” on a package is seen as a challenge by postal workers. It’s better to put something like “CAUTION: FULL OF BEES” or “CONTAINS EBOLA” on it if you don’t want it to be broken in transit.
This has actually been going on for over two years now, and he literally has stopped contact with all of his friends and family. Our circle of friends recently got together, and we were all discussing how he stopped calling, responding to texts, doing things with anyone but her. She was always invited to come along, too, so we weren’t excluding her. Dropping him was more confirmation of what appears to have been the reality for the last few years.
MeanJoe, I’m fighting the urge to offer you a Coca Cola in a touching scene… I’m your age, my mother is your dad’s age, and we hit that same wall recently. I finally had to tell her - tactfully, I hope - that it made me sad that the woman who had raised me to question authority, to do my own research instead of accepting information based on someone’s assertion, and to always err on the side of compassion had become such an angry consumer of propaganda instead of news. She improved her ways a lot. We don’t always agree on politics, or religion, or a lot of other stuff, but things are much, much improved. I hope you can reach some similar compromise.
Okay, that did make me chuckle a bit. Fair point. As I said, I’m a Steelers fan. Originally from PA, now in Ohio. Growing up, Mean Joe Greene was my favorite Steeler. Thus, the username. I’m actually a pretty nice guy. 
Hey kid, catch! tosses Lacunae Matata a stinky jersey
Thank you, I appreciate the well wishes.
Please bring this to the attention of the postmaster at your local post office. Bring the item, along with documentation that the other delivery options were available (you know, like a picture of the larger box and maybe one of a sign notifying that the leasing office can accept packages).
Fuck that particular carrier. Part of me hopes it was a seasonal casual, and a complaint such as yours gets the guy shitcanned.
Goddamnit, stop running those guilt ads! There’s only so much I can do, and every time I see one I feel like crap that I can’t do more.
While I really hate to disagree with such a wonderful person as you…back when I lived out in the sticks and had contract mail people…they were always very careful with my mail. I didn’t have a big mail box, so they would put big stuff in bags that I could tell that they brought from home and hang them on the door knob or even put them in the barn and leave a note saying that they had done that.
Now that I live in a major city, the mail folks suck. They cram mail sideways into the oversized mailbox and toss boxes over our fence or just leave them by the mailbox. I used to get packages delivered by USPS, but now I pay the extra shipping to have a different delivery service do it.
My dad went in this morning to have surgery to fix some bulging disks in his back. His right foot is now completely numb so it really is becoming quite a problem. They dressed him, stuck him full of tubes and were getting ready to put him under when the surgery was called off. Turns out his echocardiogram from last week showed some problems in his heart.
I’m glad they caught the heart problems but this is still a big pile of suck.
door bangs open The tablet! It is not working!
… that’s strange. Where’s the cable?
In the top drawer of my nightstand.
Yeah, Mom, the tablet does not work if it is not charged; you’ve had it for a year, you should know this. The again, I also don’t work very well when I’m reading in English and you barge into my room yelling in Spanish… the tablet would appreciate being plugged in occasionally, I would appreciate a few seconds to “change the software”.
Didn’t get that lock for your bedroom door you ask Santa for?
Fuck “athletic fit” sizes. I wore xl t shirts, now I wear 2xl t shirts because they’re all “athletic fit”, but out of a half dozen 2xl t shirts I just bought, two of them are an honest LARGE. Maybe even MEDIUM . I’m the same size, but before long I’ll be in 5xls! Jerks!