'Tis the season to be ranty - December Minirants

I’m so sorry :frowning:

Remember, 100 IQ is an average. For every person with a 140 IQ, there are 4 people with 90 IQs.

But yeah, the number of people who are morally impaired is pretty frightening when you think about it. I’d like to think that it people really stopped to think about what they were about to do, the crime rate would plummet, but the fact is those people are broken and all the thinking in their world wouldn’t clue them in.

Back 7-8 years ago when I did the Armored thing, I had a guy come up behind me while I was in line at Wendy’s and start asking me how easy it was for me to steal money on the job. Then he went on about all the credit card offers he and his wife got when they got married and how they took them all and ran up thousands in debt and had to declare bankruptcy. Oh, and can I get him a job at my company? Because it had to be really easy to walk off with a bag of money and not get caught. :smack:

Heh, that’s pretty bad… What bothers me is that a lot of this stuff seems to be taught at a young age.

Acquaintances of ours invited us over for Halloween shortly after we moved in. In one of the groups that stopped by, a pair of younger kids distracted the woman who was handing out the candy, while a third, older kid managed to grab all the candy from the offered basket. Parents stood by and watched without as much as a word to them.

What made me laugh was that the same group came back about 20 minutes later and demanded more candy.

Not sure if it’s the greed or the lack of discipline that bothers me more.

Maybe you’re turning into Spider-Man. I thought I was growing webshooters, but I can’t get any webbing to come out, and my doctor keeps saying it’s a ganglion cyst. I’m going up to the roof at lunch, and then we’ll see who’s right.

I remember reading somewhere a few years ago (maybe even on this board) of a woman who bragged to anyone who would listen that she scored 99 on her IQ test.

Ok, we ALL get it, between the promotions for your latest book, the work on your upcoming book and the fabulous cruise and beach vacation you got to go on. you have been busy. But does every single facebook post have to talk about how you have been gone for the whole month of November, on a cruise doncha know, and you have no time this week because you have to get that rewrite done, and plan for the book launch and the cover art. And you are still trying to catch up from being gone all of November for a cruise. Oh and someone posted a picture of some birds? well they look just like the birds you saw on your cruise where it was so warm but put you so behind can’t anyone help you with the stuff you committee to doing?

Well, I won’t give you the I’m Sorry you expect - you have a child you love and that is never something to be sorry about. I will apologize in advance for all the idiots who will tell you it is because you vaccinated the kid, however. I do wish you luck in getting help from the assorted Powers That Be - being grateful that it is now actually possible to get help. Back in my day people were still putting kids into asylums for cognitive issues.

And if they do tell you there is nothing they can help you with, come back here and you will find that there are people here who will turn the internet inside out looking for references for help that may work for you.The whole it takes a village to raise a kid has been changed to the world, thanks to the internet.
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Wow, that would annoy the hell out of me too.

My husband wanted to take a nap after a long walk, fine… Now he is snoring to beat the band, and when I say something he gets upset. I can’t go anywhere because we are in a hotel with 66 steps no lift to get to our room. I blame it on try beer…in Munich.:smiley:

I woke up this morning with two huge pimples on my face. This is fucking ridiculous. I’m 39 years old this year. I colored my hair recently and was really impressed to see the amount of gray hairs. No one ever told me there’d be gray hair and pimples. And my family still thinks pimples are some kind of moral failing, like I did something wrong to deserve it.

Also WTF is up with Toys R Us wanting your damn identity for little things? I went there yesterday to return a $5.99 box of assorted nailpolish because one of the polishes was leaking. I got a $6.99 in exchange. They needed to type in all of my driver’s license information to allow me to do this. I complained. In this day of identity theft, you really need to write down everything? I mean, it’s stores like you that get jacked.

Grr…

Well? Don’t keep us in suspense!

I’m 55 and I still get zits. I hate it.

On the plus site it deters me from eating chocolate, which helps prevent weight gain.

Oh, yours too, huh?

Yes! When I was a teen they used to say things like, “I can’t believe what she did to her face.” And saying anything back constituted talking back!

I can’t believe the Pig is 55.

When I was in high school, my mom pressured me to keep taking an antibiotic that was to help treat my acne even though it would make me throw up nearly every day. Turns out I was allergic to it. I just came to terms with the fact that my skin would never be smooth and beautiful.

Brain, we’ve already been through this. We are not worthless so quit saying that! We are valued and needed and do not need to spend our timing dwelling on all our mistakes and flaws. So quit it!

Okay, this is a really tiny rant and I’m a spoiled brat for posting it, but:

I went to a work Christmas party where we did a gift exchange. We were supposed to spend approximately $20, so I bought and wrapped a nice gift, but the one I received in return was something that cost about five bucks and nobody in their right mind would want it. I think the person who brought it must have thought we were doing a white elephant thing. Well, at least I was social at work for a change, and I wouldn’t hurt anyone’s feelings for the world, but part of me is still going, “Really?”

I was this great comic strip once that really resonated:

First panel: Girl is toodling along, all is right with the world, birds are singing.

Second panel: Brain remembers something humiliating and embarrassing the girl did at some point in her life.

Third panel: Girl is :frowning:

I don’t know why humans do this. I am sure that elephants do not suddenly remember that one time they farted on another elephant’s head in front of the entire elephant student body or the time they trumpeted some stupid insensitive shit by accident and couldn’t take it back.

Our brains are our own worst enemies, I swear.

Jury Duty sucks.

I am on call for the Entire Month of December.

In practice, this means three weeks of Mon-Thu.

So far, I’ve had one day where they took till 11:30 to decide that they didn’t need me.

And one day (Today) where they took till 1:30 to decide that they didn’t need me.

(Short version of process: Call in 50 people, dismiss a few, Judge asks boring questions, wait, wait, wait . . . take a break, lawyers ask questions, pick 31 people out of the pool. Everyone else goes home. Take break (today’s was almost an hour and a half), then the lawyers talk a bit more, and the final jury is selected-- 13 people stuck in the jury, the rest of us go home.)

My dad called last night to inform us that he and his girlfriend are only buying “gag” gifts for the kids, and “focusing their money on the grandkids.” No problem - he’s hard to buy for, and I don’t buy for his GF because I hate her. I told him I was good with getting together and enjoying a meal, which is already on the calendar. I proceed to go on Facebook and see one of her daughters post about the diamond earrings she got as an early present from … you guessed it, my dad and his GF.

Seriously, Dad… There’s no need to lie. I swore years ago I wasn’t going to let you control me with your money. When, on Father’s Day, you told my brother and I that you were leaving everything to your GF in your will (note that my dad isn’t sick, he’s just 75) I refused to let it hurt for more than a day. If you don’t want to give me one more red cent, that’s fine. But at least respect me enough to be honest with me.

Definitely a cyst. I’m fine now.