Yeah, department stores have petite departments. For women built like little dolls.
And they still insist that petite means 5’6". And 95 lbs.
- looks up at SFG, looks down at niblet *
(How’s the weather up/down there?)
Hey, you know once the Fall Solstice party is over, there’s always some stragling issues yet to be resolved.
On toward Fall, y’all!
niblet, you wanna hold purple’s leg’s while I make with the head-punching?
Waaaaaaaa, I never get to do the head-punching!
Well, purplehorseshoe isn’t a guy.
Oh.
::emily littela:
Nevermind.
::emily littela::
That’s because God made you a tiny abomination. Now shut up and let’s see you bite some ankles.
… Which head did you think I meant?
That fucking cracked me up.
(I do have sharp, pointy teeth. I’m the nastiest rodent you’ve ever seeeeeeen!!)
I wish i had a camera with me at work today, because some things are so fucking stupid you need a picture.
I just left my office to go get a cup of tea. My office is on the second floor of a building that contains faculty offices as well as lecture and seminar rooms. To get to the ground floor, you go out to the main open part of the building and through a set of open double doors to the stairwell.
On the right hand side of those double doors, in the main hallway area, are a couple benches where people sometimes sit waiting for classes. On the left hand side is a wall and a doorway leading to a lecture room. That wall also contains an electrical power outlet.
So, on my way out to get my tea today, there was a student sitting on one of the benches with her laptop open. The computer was apparently running low on power, so she had taken out the power cord and plugged it into the outlet. This meant that her power cord went straight across the front of the double doors that lead to the stairwell. Not only that, but because the cord wasn’t quite long enough, it was hanging about 5 inches above the floor.
This is one of the busiest buildings on campus, the second floor is the busiest floor in the building, and hundreds of people use that thoroughfare and those doors every hour. Just what we need right there is an ankle-high tripwire.
All i could do as i walked by was stare, shake my head, and say “Really?”
No, you could have *also *unplugged the cord.
That’s taking a lack of concern for how your actions affect others to new, exciting heights.
Hey, does anyone else want this old, musty thread shut down so we can go play in the new mini-rants thread?
Yep. Let’s move this party!
Fall Solstice?
Where the heck do you come from, the East Pole?
I know there’s another thread, but what the hell.
God I hate lunatics who call our support line. They range from the outright batshit insane (woman sends an email to herself with a title about being traced and claims this is PROOF that she’s being traced and stalked by someone - which has fuck all to do with us - call the cops, crazy lady!) to the people with a limited connection to reality and some kind of obsessive compulsive disorder like the guy today who went on for close to an hour about something being illegal and wanting our company to prosecute the guy when I’d already told him it was legal and suggested that maybe, just maybe, he should stop dealing with the guy he wants prosecuted, but apparently continues to choose to deal with on a semi-regular basis. Fuck NO, you’re NOT sending me a video of the guy exposing himself to you and physically threatening you. I will delete it without looking at it. Call the cops, jackass. I’m not law enforcement, I’m tech support.
The freeway near my house is a 70mph zone and the on-ramp is one of the longest in the free world. Do you think people will merge at 70mph? Fuck no. At least half the people get up to 50mph about halfway down the ramp, then stop accelerating for the remaining nearly 1/4 of a mile and then attempt to merge into traffic going 20mph faster than them. When I become World Emperor, those people will be pulled from their cars and beaten with sticks.
The road in front of my apartment is a 50mph zone. There are hordes of self-righteous individuals who intentionally drive 40 in the left lane and try to prevent people from passing them. Do you think those 50 MPH signs are some kind of public art project or practical joke? When I am World Emperor, these people will be killed by Orbiting Rail Guns. Rods From God delivered into their vehicle with enough kinetic energy to vaporize them completely. Oh wait, no. That would kill the innocent people stuck behind them. Ok, we’ll wait until they get home and then nuke them in their own driveway. Serves 'em right.
You know, dumbass, just because you’re allowed to bring your dog into the PetSmart doesn’t mean you can let it take a dump in the main aisle and then walk away. Well, I guess you can, but that lump has more character than you do.
Sounds like a plan. Or should I say “plan”?