Don’t ask me what I want for dinner, and then, immediately after I tell you, say, “We could have <thing totally unrelated to what I said>.”
If you don’t like what I suggested (or you know we don’t have any in the house), just say so.
Winter? We just had the coldest summer in memory and today it’s supposed to be 100 deg. Winter, my ass! 
After being married for nearly twenty-seven years (anniversary around Thanksgiving), I am slowly but surely learning to say, “I can offer you XXXXX with YYYYY and ZZZZZ, unless you’d like to suggest something else.”
**Bosstone **pretty much got it. It was the series finale of MASH*:
After a breakdown, Hawkeye was in a mental hospital. He kept telling this story about how he’d been in this bus with some other people, hiding from the North Koreans, and a woman had a chicken that wouldn’t stop squauking. He yelled at her to keep it quiet, and the woman held it tighter and tighter to keep it from making noise, until the chicken smothered. Eventually, he realized that he’d changed his own memory out of horror at what had happened–it wasn’t a chicken she smothered to keep them from being discovered, but a baby.
Two of my favorite things to shout in voices of anguish whenever possible are “IT WAS A BAAAAABYYYYY” and “WHAT’S IN THE BOOOOOOOOOX.”
Oh, sure, **'cause ***that’s *logical and no-doubt consistent with the way you yourself use language.
There’s a Robot Chicken episode that ruined the latter quote for me; nothing like having Brainy Smurf shout that line at Jokey Smurf to really twist a dramatic line.
I got you a pre-sent!
That Robot Chicken episode ruined the video for “Last Dance with Mary Jane” for me. Now I see the an acorn for the head of the dead girl Tom Petty’s dancing with.
Tell me about it.
The “June Gloom” extended well into July this year, and during the summer break the air was cool and the water was cooler. Often the marine layer didn’t lift from the coast until 4 or 5 in the afternoon.
Now that the semester has started again, and i have to teach, it’s going to be 100 today and for the next two days. I want to be at the beach!
I hadn’t noticed before that you are in SD. Nice place. But yeah, all of CA has been weird this year, and so different from the rest of the country. Not that we want to be like the rest of the country, of course!
Jesus. I’m the only person in my work group who will take two seconds to actually think critically about problems. Everyone else will spend hours in fruitless email conversations when something goes wrong, but nobody will actually LOOK at the project to see WHAT’S WRONG.
I hate fucking academics. I HATE them.
PS, yeah I hate fucking academics in that sense, too. They’re all lousy lays.
Looking at the project to see what’s wrong means you’re probably going to get tasked with fixing it and with keeping it working going forward. I don’t think it’s forest-for-the-trees so much as hot potato.
And if you think academics are *all *lousy lays, you’ve clearly been fucking the wrong ones.
I have messed up knees and a messed up hip. rapid temp changes are painful to me.
When people ask me what my favorite time of year is (being in Minnesota), my answer is “May and September. Nice weather, fewer bugs”. You can have the bloody heat, I can’t stand it. I can deal better with -40 than I can with 110.
So you not only cross-posted these weak-ass rants (verbatim!), but you OPENED A NEW THREAD to do it?
Are you a retard, or are you a retard?
I was really hoping this rant was going to end in an abortion.
Just because there’s an piddly email quota doesn’t mean the server’s not getting backed up and the backups stored somewhere. And just because there’s a generous quota doesn’t mean the company doesn’t have purge measures in place for old emails.
My cite is working for several companies with varying email policies and being responsible for maintaining server backup tapes.
I meant to open a new thread and then found, after the five minute edit window, that instead of a new thread, I had posted in the old thread.
You’re just noticing this now? You’re both an asshole and a retard. Go back to trolling elsewhere.
While I am very happy to have a new job (yay!), I do NOT have shoes that are made to wear at a job where the only time you sit down is lunch. I’ve been hobbling and limping for a week and it sucks. My feet hurt 
On the bright side, I am certainly getting exercise!
Ouchie! Yeah, your feet and legs will get used to it in time, but it sucks for now.
I burnt the chili. I’ve been making it for years and never burnt it, but I just did now. Son of a bitch. The whole house smells like … EVIL.
When we moved into our new (to me) house last summer, with the new (to me) stove, it took me forever to stop burning things that I’d cooked hundreds of times. Man, that was frustrating.
My little ol’ rant - I was talking to my sister tonight, and she was in my least favourite mood of hers - argumentative know-it-all (with a soupçon of “hostile in-your-face”). I just want to walk away from her when she’s like that - there’s no having a pleasant conversation.
Robot Chicken has ruined EVERYTHING for me. Especially the Snuggle softener bear.
Is it nasty of me that I am now hoping the docs got the gendering wrong? Or, oh-God, has she already decided It’s A Girl even though the docs haven’t been able to tell yet?
Barring that, I do hope the daughter turns out to be the exact opposite of what her mom is planning 
Overplanning mothers give me the willies for some reason (no, I don’t have any in my family, why do you ask? tries to hide her mother and sister-in-law in a closet)