The radio station I listen to, WUMB, has a transmitter roughly equivalent in power to a mosquito’s bullhorn. Seriously, look at this coverage map. Even at the best of times, I have trouble getting static-free reception.
But…my gripe is that every year, around the equinox, atmospheric conditions are such that some wretched bible-thumping radio station in Maine with a 6000 watt transmitter 160 miles away near Boothbay Maine completely wipes out reception. I don’t want to turn on my radio and hear some preacher coming in loud and clear, or some saccharine Christian music. I know the FCC would be on them like attack dogs if they were actually boosting their power, but that’s what it seems like to me when I can’t even receive a station fifteen miles away.
They did it yesterday, which means he’s probably done with trimming my tree. But I have now become the old guy who looks out the window, waiting. :eek: I’m only 40 damnit.
I trim the branches of the neighbour’s tree that overhangs my yard - are you saying that they do this, or are they coming right into your yard to trim? Because if it’s the latter, I’d be furious, too - stay offa my property!
But they aren’t getting their way - what else can they do?!?
My minor rant - we had a perfectly good name lined up for this month’s rant, and SOMEbody just ignored it! :mad:
I keep forgetting my rant from yesterday - I have a very bad ninja kitty in the house, apparently. I put my cat’s dinner on the kitchen counter to warm up, and then proceeded to bake cookies and make supper and do dishes and all kinds of stuff in there. I must have left the kitchen for 30 seconds at some point, because when I looked at the cat’s bowl again, it was licked clean! Bad kitty who is not allowed on the kitchen counters! And who is apparently a ninja who can clean out a food bowl in seconds!
Not really a *mini *rant - Dear whoever phoned the UK Benefit Fraud hotline and tried to give them my details: Fuck you. Fuck you very much.
Thankfully I’m safe in the knowledge that I promptly disclosed my divorce settlement to the Income Support people within days of it hitting my bank account, signed all the forms, and got the relevant “Thank you for informing us of your change of circumstances” letter.
I still now get the fun of taking copies of bank statements and all the lawyers letters into the office again next week to prove that the *whole *settlement is declared and in my account, and that I’ve not snuck it off to a Swiss bank account somewhere though to avoid losing benefits, so fuck you for that.
Remind me to never fucking trust anyone again. I thought I’d followed up every utterance of “That’s the financial separation through from the ex” with “Don’t worry, I’ve declared it to the benefits people!” but maybe not. I should learn to keep my mouth shut.
Cap came off my roller pen and leaked all over my new shorts. Tried cleaning them with hairspray (just made it run) and washing in vinegar and dishwashing liquid.
Which reminds me, I got a letter from a company holding my first Glasgow rental deposit.
For a 2007 rental… do you think they will have had time to assess how much my leaving the place cleaner than I found it cost 'em? (No, I didn’t clean it by bringing the horrid sofa down to the dumpster). Way back when they said it would “take a while” for the return to get processed; eventually I just counted it as “lost money”. Every time I see the letter I’m left scratching my head, which at this rate is going to do a number on my fastabulous mane*.
(About 1cm long right now, I had a haircut last week; any shorter and it would stand on point)
My dog has taken to eating paper, especially paper from my desk, although she also pulls paper from the recycling bin. I have to remember that if I leave the room, all paper has to be back and covered or up on a shelf and my chair has to be away from the desk. It’s getting annoying.
Whether they were or not, that can be my [del]rant[/del] whine for this thread: tree branches that hit me in the face when I’m walking down the sidewalk minding my own business.
