Look, this isn’t an argument, it’s just contradiction.
No it isn’t.
And scene.
Be sure to tip your servers, ladies and gentlemen!
At least 15%, unless you’re a douche or the service was bad.
Roll with the times, SfG. 
Language is fluid. Foofoo is a term that I’ve used for the last 20 years, so it’s been around for awhile.
You shouldn’t be foo-foo’ing people like that.
I hate to interupt the fun, but I thought I’d share an update for those of you sitting on the edge of your seats since my previous posting about the unreliable co-worker who asked dumb questions, went AWOL for a nap, etc. etc.
Yeah. Today was her last day. I can hear your shock through the intertubes. (Although a Very-Higher-Up said she’d be getting a good recommendation/references etc. Bah to that, I say!)
Egg-zackly.
I quit the weirdest freaking job today (after one day, so you know it was good!). It was supposed to be doing data entry at a home-run business - it got a little confusing as to what exactly I was supposed to be doing, which is a big, huge strike against a job for me. At one point there was someone crying in the kitchen and her partner comforting her, then later there was a baby. The cat never came out of the bedroom, but that I wouldn’t have minded. The topping on this layer cake of weirdness was the pay - half of my usual rates. You know what - you can’t afford me, and your whole company set-up is bizarre. There’s a reason most companies do things that aren’t so strange.
On the plus side, I got a message from a temp agency when I got home - fingers crossed for a much less weird position! 
Oh, I forgot about the non-working toilet (the only one in the house) and the desk that was in danger of tipping over every time I brushed against it.
Nope, I am using the kind that cuts. However, on a proper can lid, this does not leave an exposed edge wehre it would contact the griddle, it leaves some exposed metal on the inside of the ring.
All moot now, anyhow.
I nearly got run over by two idiots who should have had their licenses revoked for Driving While Blonde.
Twit the First decided to take her half of the road out of the middle because she was busy smoking a cigarette.
Twit the Second was driving downhill on the curvy narrow road I was driving uphill and we had a second-long Mexican standoff before she decided to back up. I couldn’t–I was pointing straight uphill and there was a sharp turn behind me. This situation could have been alleviated had the person in the house by the last wide spot on the road taken their five trash cans in yesterday after the garbage trucks went by or if the person in the house across the street had parked in the driveway instead of the road. The reason Twit the Second gets the blame instead of House Twits is because as I was driving by her she yells “Your WELcome!” out of her window in a really snotty tone.
Really? Really? Bitch, could you not see that I couldn’t back up from my angle? Did you not take into account the width difference between an Outback and a Generic Silver Sedan? Do you, in fact, know that in the USA we drive on the right instead of halfway on the right/halfway in the center?
Finally, I would like to ask the City of Hippy Hollow to either ban parking on the side of the Twisty Uphill Road or make it one-way to avoid this kind of thing.
There was news item last week about a two-car collision caused by the moron driver of one vehicle deciding to put on a sweater while her passenger steered. The vehicle crossed the median and hit another car head-on, killing the moron’s two back seat passengers and the other driver and seriously injuring the other driver’s husband. Both moron and her assistant moron passenger survived with little injury and are to be charged with criminal negligence causing death.
I knoooowww! The other day, I updated on Facebook something to the effect that “Littlest Matata had a wonderful checkup today. She had three shots, took them like a trooper, and is doing fine.” (Basically, just to keep the grandmas up to date.) Since then, I’ve had umpteen dozen messages from a high school acquaintance telling me how horrible I am to give my baby poisons like DTaP and OPV, because those vaccines almost certainly caused HER baby to be autistic…
I feel horrible that anyone has to deal with a disabled child, but honestly? One horribly flawed and discredited study, plus the public support of Tori-fucking-Spelling convinces you of a cause and effect relationship between vaccines and autism? Perhaps your child’s mental delays are more genetic than environmental…
A coworker has been walking around all week looking like she’s been repeatedly punched in the stomach. Today she told me it’s because she received a typed letter in the mail from her mother basically saying “This is our last letter of contact. There will be no more visits, emails, calls, nothing. Bye forever.” Apparently it’s because her mom decided that being a Jehovah’s Witness was more important than having a relationship with her only daughter and granddaughter. Coworker is a really sweet person and told me this was really out of the blue - she thought she and her mom were really getting on well lately. She doesn’t know how to explain this to her 8-year-old.
I hate people sometimes.
I did the research and summarized the childhood diseases that we vaccinate against in this post from two years ago. Feel free to copy it and send it to everyone you know who could use a little information on why we vaccinate.
And yet, while even things like irregardless have made it into the dictionary, foo-foo hasn’t. Suck it up, admit that you were wrong, and fix your language error.
For the record, too, I’m much more on the descriptivist side than proscriptivist. But anybody with a basic knowledge of linguistics, which you apparently lack, recognizes that it’s still possible for a native speaker to be wrong. I used to think that there was a word “derbis” because I misread *debris *as a child. When I figured out the error in sixth grade, I didn’t insist on continuing to use my mistaken version.
WOOOOOOO! Congratulations.
There’s a reason a lot of people consider them a cult. :\ Sucks for your coworker, but if her mom is sucked that far in, it’s probably best for her daughter not to have any contact with Grandma Batshit Crazy.
So my machine blue-screens whenever I try to access any of the files I need to do my job. And it’s not just my machine; it’s happening to people all over the company.
Guess I’m not getting any work done this afternoon.
Gee, I hate it when that happens. No, wait, I usually work as a temp and get paid by the hour! 
Yeah, if you’re non-exempt, that’s potentially awesome.
I’m salaried, sadly.