:smack::eek: You’ve changed my life!
I’ve moved as many apps as I can off internal storage to the SD card on my phone, but every time they update, they wind up back in internal storage. I’m getting tired of moving things over, over and over again. Is there a setting I should be looking for that makes the updater install to the external card so I don’t have to repeat this exercise every month or so?
There was a Junebug in my bedroom last night. My husband chased it around like he was playing volleyball. He managed to “spike” it onto the covers and released it outside.
Meanwhile, I was doing my Linda Blair impression and saying “Kill it!! Grab a sock and kill it!”
One night when I was a teenager, I woke up because it felt like something was tickling my lips.
It was a junebug walking across them. And I tend to sleep with my mouth open. :eek:
Bugs have kinda freaked me ever since. (For me, a bug is, by definition, anything with more than 4 legs.)
Good plan!
Ooops, realized I forgot something: if you do the chocolate version, be sure to use baking POWDER. Without the acid in the orange juice you won’t get enough rise from baking soda.
One of the best people I work with was just diagnosed with cancer. 45 years old with 3 kids under 10. Fuck cancer.
There was this crazy and stupid woman that worked at my local Walmart. I’d actually complained about her once to corporate because she liked to pick up every single item everyone in line purchased and talk about it. Of course this involved slowing things to a crawl to do so, even when lines were long.
I named her in a complaint the second time because I’d specifically gone to the front of the store (where what I was complaining happened) because she was at the garden center register and wasn’t about to wait for her shit again.
Yesterday I walk in the SuperAmerica across the street and guess what! She works there now. :smack: I asked for a Powerball ticket and she had to get manager assistance to do it. 
Next time I walk in there, I’m hoping the manager is there and she isn’t, because I’m going to tell the manager what happened to me with regards to this person at Walmart and why I think it is absolutely guaranteed that she’ll be fired within a month for incompetence.
Weird ass weather in the NE United States.
We had a bona fide heat wave between last Sunday and Tuesday: humid and temps in the '90s, with “real feel” of up to 100 degrees. Today had a high of 70, and I’m wearing a flannel shirt as I sit out on my deck.
I MUCH prefer the latter and am glad to have it. But these 20-30 degree swings within a day or two of each other make me think that the universe is out of balance.
Also, Trump.
Geez, every time I look at the TV listings, FX is playing Paul Blart, Mall Cop.
HAVE YOU PEOPLE NO SHAME???
Thanks for the kind words, he was my friend and I miss him. Gaming just isn’t the same without him exploring with me. There were times when we wouldn’t ever leave the “town” and just hang out and chat. Those were very good times.
So, anyhow, there is no getting out of it. I’m leaving for downtown Phx tomorrow. I’ve been there when it was 115 and it was horrible. Its not just the heat beating down on you, the pavement and sidewalks radiates heat up at you, buildings and vehicles are hot and it never cools down because everything continues radiating heat during the night.
It’s supposed to be 118 when I land.
I am going to die.
Don’t take this as disregard for your frustration, but even incompetent people need to eat and pay rent.
Even functionally unemployable people, in fact.
How the fuck can lemons be 70 cents a piece and limes-- right there in the basket next to the lemons-- are 6 for a dollar? How? Why? I guess we’re having Lime Chicken for dinner.
And I almost made a comment to that effect at the end of my post, but didn’t. But that leads into an entirely different barrel of squid about welfare and the like, and I didn’t want to go there.
I’m nearly a week into staying the hell off FB because I was getting too frustrated and annoyed with right wingers and with alt-righters who lie and call themselves moderates. Especially with ‘Arguing God with Believers’, which is what I call it when people feel free to make any damned absurd claim they want to, and then demand that YOU prove them wrong. While also demanding that you prove every single one of your own points in exquisite and absurd detail. 
Sorry for your loss. And don’t forget your vest.
Shitty, shitty fucking day. The weather didn’t break 60F, it was overcast, it spat rain. My left knee is sore, even to the touch, and I can’t twist it at all or put much weight on it while it’s bent. My kid is in pain (don’t want to give details) and I can’t do anything to make it stop. And I’m not sure what to do about my agent and this novel I have on submission. It’s been 16 months and it hasn’t sold, and I know I’m supposed to keep writing my confidence is completely fucking jacked by this failure to sell and by the massive, massive rewrite she wanted from the new novel I’ve produced in the meantime. What if the rewrite isn’t enough, what if a new novel isn’t enough, and godDAMN there’s no positive feedback at all. Just rewrites and rejections. I was definitely having more fun before I had an agent.
I’m wondering if I should cut loose and go back to doing this for myself–or maybe not at all. I got representation once. If I can produce another solid novel as insane as the first, I can find representation again. Or maybe she wouldn’t break up with me if we decided, mutually, that this book is a non-starter. And that I can go back to self-publishing it, as well as anything else she doesn’t want to represent.
I just want to feel good about my writing again.
I mentioned earlier that I had to work with a fundied-out Canadian. Well, that dude walked off the job (hallelujah!) during mid-terms. I think I also mentioned his replacement is yet another fundied-out Canuck, but this one’s a paranoid conspiracy theorist who’s anti-science, denies evolution, is a YEC, and, of course, buys into every other CT, includuing, you guessed it, Birtherism and “Obama is not Christian; his baptism meant nothing to him, and he’s still Muslim”. You know he got on my best side when he said to me, knowing I’m LDS, “Mormons aren’t Christians”. I forgot one thing: he also wants to preach here in China. Dammit, Canada! What’s with you sending these fools to China! I mean, isn’t the Kiwi believer in the Illuminati good enough to embarrass the Commonwealth of Nations? You don’t need to double down. Well, in honor of Canada’s lack of control of what kind of folks are representing Canada abroad, I’ve updated the lyrics to Canada’s national anthem.
O Canada! You send crazy CTs!
They are ignorant and paranoid idjits.
Stupid fools boggle thinking minds,
Reality scares them!
Around the world, O Canada,
We’re trying to teach them.
God save us from their stupidity!
O Canada, sending crazy CTs.
O Canada, please, send no more CTs!
I’m sorry for your loss, ((flatlined)). He was your friend, online or IRL.
On a related note, part of my family forgets that I was engaged and that he died just before we were going to officially announce it. They hadn’t met him yet (I live 1200 miles away) , so I guess he wasn’t real enough to remember. It fucking irritates me when someone says, “You’re so pretty and smart, why haven’t you ever married?” :mad:
(We were both too private to post sappy shit on Facebook about every “couple” thing we did. “Look, we’ve got a cute photo showing we got engaged.” This never occurred to us; we’d planned just to announce it to the family, in person, at Christmas.)
The point being, don’t worry about what anyone else says or thinks. He was your friend, even if no one else met him.
Has that EVER not irritated whoever it was said to? It ought to be on a list of “Things to Never Say, Nowhere, Nowhen, Nohow.”
Like “Just don’t think about it.”
Yeah, 'cause no other country has their share of CTs. :rolleyes:
Of late, I’ve been afflicted with Canadian CTs, along with a Kiwi who believes the Illuminati rule the world. When I get afflicted by a CTer from another country, provided their country’s national anthem has lyrics, I’ll parody that, too.