I just found out that the insurance taken from my check each week at the university has been only half what it should have been. I now owe $900 in back payments, plus money for summer coverage. I didn’t do a thing to cause this; we have a system called Banner at my college that continually fucks up everything. So because of their fuckup, I have to pay.
There isn’t a way to express how much rage I have in words. Let me just say I’m not a violent person, and thank goodness my frontal lobe is intact.
I’d like to put whoever designed the system along with whoever authorized its use into burlap sacks and beat them with claw hammers for two days straight.
But, thankfully, my frontal lobe is at least functional enough to avoid acting on such foolish impulses.
It’s snowing. It’s May 27th, and it’s snowing.
My plants will be spending the weekend nice and cosy in the kitchen - I don’t particularly wish them to turn into pretty little ice sculptures.
TV Ads for L’Oreal Youth Code ‘rejuvenating’ treatment.
Tagline: “Inspired by the science of genes”
But this isn’t some high-tech gene therapy, it’s a frigging moisturiser. Maybe it’s even a reasonably good moisturiser, but they just shouldn’t be allowed to imply that it has anything to do with genetics.
I also accept cookies. But nothing with the abomination some call… “raisins.”
That’s so far out there, I’d call it rediculous: diculous all over again.
That’s what you get for living in the FROZEN TUNDRA of CANADIA. Honestly, what is wrong with you people? Milwaukee is bad enough; I can’t imagine being further north.
Unfortunately I have already planted mine. I was complaining about it in my gardening thread - I might be out with every sheet I own, trying to save our brand-new hedge.
Women’s beauty crap advertising is always using faux science in embarrassing ways. “Contains Rejuvenol-A!” and shit.
Yeah… pretty much. 'd catch more hell in the end if I did cut them out/I’ve got no proof that it -was- abuse, just heavy suspicion and knowing that the person’s has a helluva history of beating up on things smaller than her.
It -could- have been an accident, I guess. Little kids hurt themselves all the time, and if sis’s anything like what I was in her age (clumsy as fluff) it actually wouldn’t be surprising.
I wasn’t saying that obviously it wasn’t abuse if the medical professionals didn’t file a report. However, they decided from the circumstances that there didn’t seem to be any significant indications. That kind of situation is hard to go against when you weren’t there, which you point out.
That being said, I’m glad you’re trying to look out for her, and if something more definite comes up in the future, any direct history that you have with the abuse is probably a useful piece of information for the authorities.
Oh my god SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP! You do not need to talk ALL THE TIME. Sometimes you can just BE SILENT. How many times can you turn to me and say “How’s your dog?” ARRRGH!
And NOW you have somebody else to talk to who loves to yammer just as much as you do, so I won’t have a moment’s peace all day. I could strangle whoever invented the cube farm, I really could.
And you, the guy at the conference seminar who had to step away from the phone - next time just set the phone down. When you hit the hold button, we’re stuck listening to your company’s crappy hold music, which comes through louder than the seminar presenter can talk. Damn.
Idea for geeky moisturizer - “all materials included were once expelled from the heart of an exploding star”.
I was washing dishes this morning and one of Maggie’s plastic dishes managed to wedge itself into a pot. I tried EVERYTHING to get that sucker out – running it under hot water, cooking spray, a spatula with margarine – you name it, I tried it. It’s still stuck it in there. But the motherfucker doesn’t want to come out.
