Thanks. I wasn’t too worried about scraping it off the glass, but I wasn’t sure how I’d get it off the paint without scratching it.
I had one of the worst moviegoing experiences I’ve had in a long time because of some asshole. No they weren’t talking loud or on their cell phone (though at some point I could see lights from two different people’s cell phones who were probably texting during the movie). The offender was wearing too much cologne and possibly reapplying it throughout the movie because it would dissipate and then get strong again. A couple times I thought I smelled farts so I’m wondering if someone wasn’t trying to cover up their gas. Farts stink but they don’t give me asthma attacks so I’d rather have the farts. I had to use my inhaler once then I had to breathe through a Kleenex for the rest of the movie.
Then there was the annoying tweenage girl in the bathroom who let out an ear piercing shriek when I first walked in because she used the jet engine hand dryer and apparently it confused and frightened her. Then she did it a second time the dryer was engaged. I said out loud that she was old enough to know better. Ear piercing shriek in small enclosed area is much worse than the jet engine hand dryer.
AAVE and other NMUSE dialects *are *governed by rules. They just aren’t governed by the *same *rules as MUSE dialects. If you’re confused by any of those initialisms, please take that as confirmation that you’re an ignorant fucking retard and go read the two books I cited earlier.
I’m going to pause and giggle for a moment here that you misspelled “grammer” and “pronounciation.” I’m also going to point out that you didn’t use an Oxford comma, which by *my *particular set of rules for written English is wrong. (Side note: you can make better arguments for standardization in written English than in spoken. Yet another thing that the typical lay grammarian is easily confused by–written and spoken English are two very different things, in the same way that driving a car is very different from walking.)
Someone brought a shrieking, screaming baby to our office.
Myself is a reflexive pronoun, and doesn’t mean the same thing as either me or I. Using it in place of me or I does not make you sound educated. It makes you sound stupid.
This is one of my current peeves. Or rather, myself should say, this is one of myself’s current peeves. Goddammit, “I” and “me” are perfectly good words, and are actually appropriate in some sentences.
Here’s another rant on the “mom from hell” topic.
Yes, mom, I’m really glad that you, dad, and my baby sister are coming for a two-day visit, in which we’ll go to fun places and eat in interesting restaurants.
I’m also aware that you’re going to criticize my life and everything in it. If it gets to the point of you getting on my nerves, yes, I’m going to not talk to you.
Oh, by the way. If that broken arm of my baby sisters’ was really caused by a fall, I’m a purple chicken.
Your mother broke your baby sister’s arm and you’re letting her come and visit?
Starting an essay with the words first off is bad enough. Continuing it with second off, third off and fourth off is nearly unforgiveable. How the hell can you write like that after ten years of formal schooling?
See also: Constantly using “I,” regardless of context, has the same effect.
:dubious: I’m with RNATB. If you’re insinuating what I think you’re insinuating, why are you having her visit instead of calling the fucking cops?
ETA@LavenderBlue:
$5 says they also use “thusly.”
Assuming the baby has been to the ER/doctor’s office, the situation has been reviewed by at least one, and probably a bunch of, medical personnel who are mandatory reporters of suspected child abuse. If those people weren’t able to come to an even reasonable suspicion that abuse had caused the break, I doubt that a phone call from someone who didn’t even see the accident happen would do much good.
That’s not saying that I think the poster shouldn’t cut these people out of her life if s/he wants to, but I’ve seen a whole lot of situations in which abusive family members aren’t cut out of people’s lives. You wouldn’t believe how some people think you’re the scum of the earth if you don’t want to deal with some abusive jerk just because they’re family/your inlaws/whatever.
Dear client,
Sure, go ahead and raise your voice to me. That’ll totally change the fact that you’re doing it wrong.
Yell at me again like that and I’ll have you barred from calling in new support cases. I don’t get paid enough to take your crap.
Fuck job hunting. Fuck this economy. Fuck everything.
Can you put it in a Skinner box? If not, why not?
Damn, I knew I forgot to add something to my equipment order.
Sir, I’ve already pressed the button for the tenth floor. You can see the “10” all lit up and everything. Is it not 10 enough for you?
No, it does not go to 11.
Doing twenty thousand reps of a weight that is obviously not challenging you in the slightest is supposed to do what now?
I mean, besides hogging the machine, and allowing you to explain to your gym buddy how you don’t want to “bulk up”, and how it’s not worth coming to the gym if you’re just going to gain weight by “bulking up”, while she stands beside you waiting for her turn to hog the machine by doing twenty thousand reps of a weight that is obviously not challenging her in the slightest.
Well, since you’ve got some time to kill, you might as well.
Tone? Increase flexibility? Piss you off?
It’s just past noon and over 90 degrees F in New England IN MAY. This is not, not, *not *right. It’s fucking hot! In spring! We don’t even have air conditioning. Who needs AC in New England? And the groomer can’t even get our poor puppydog (a Sheltie, originally bred to herd sheep on far North Atlantic beaches) in for his summer haircut until Friday.
I live in the second-coldest city of the fifty largest in the U.S., and *I *have air conditioning.