Some people agree with you.
Actual quote from a recent chat session with my satellite TV provider recently, troubleshooting an outage:
Oliver: “You should make sure that the diplexer/triplexer is turned up.”
[Pause, pause, pause, while I try to parse that sentence. What’s a diplexer/triplexer? Is turned up in reference to direction or volume? And you may ask yourself, how do I work this?]
Me: “English, please?”
(Of course, the same chat session - which I initiated because all three televisions simultaneously lost signal - included the suggestion that I might solve my problem by tuning in to interactive channel 101, which includes many helpful troubleshooting hints. I pointed out to Oliver that channel 101 didn’t do me a damned bit of good when I had no television reception.)
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When I have modem trouble, all the best help is online. This is an eternal frustration with no obvious solution.
Heh.
An Amazon seller is mad at me. They sent me a used book that had two sections falling out the minute I opened it. So I dinged them with a two star review. I wouldn’t have bothered but the seller listed it as in good condition. Good condition is NOT a book with two sections falling out, markings everywhere and an indication that it was purchased for twenty-five cents at a library sale emblazoned on it multiple times. They did refund my money but they need to rethink their behavior.
Today is my birthday and it is Memorial Day. And I am working on it. Because one of the stupid companies that I work for does not give holiday pay unless they are desperate which is almost never. They also make it clear that you’ve better work when you’re told to work if you ever expect to work for them ever again. Fucking pigs. I hope the ghost of Samuel Gompers haunts the CEO when he drops dead.
I’m pitting myself. I was stupid enough to have 4 drinks last night when I haven’t had any alcohol at all for several months. My husband and I very, very rarely drink. A glass of wine would’ve been fine. But a friend brought over some seriously delicious frou-frou drinks last night, which went down way too easily once the kids were in bed. So I was slightly dizzy by the time I went to bed last night (first time since we had kids). And as a result, this morning I feel absolutely disgusting and somewhat snappish.
Plus, I got up with the kids, who woke up early, instead of my husband. I got up voluntarily because I’ll feel worse and sleep-drunk if I sleep too much. Also, in true eight and four-year old fashion, they keep asking me for stuff that requires me to do something and I don’t want to because I feel like shit and I can’t be mad at them for it because it’s my fault.
When can we have someone come over? When can we go to the park? Can we leave now? I want a new toy. I want a new baseball bag. Can I have new batting gloves? Not all of these are unreasonable requests. Yes, someone can come over. Yes, we can go to the park. You don’t get a new toy, yes, you need a new baseball bag to replace the one that’s ripped enough stuff is falling out, but no, no new batting gloves.
Which leads me back to myself. This wouldn’t annoy me so much if I hadn’t over-imbibed, since I wouldn’t feel crappy and snappish. I hate when I do stupid, easily-avoided shit. Luckily I haven’t gotten too outwardly cranky yet, but it’s turning into a bit of a simmer. It’ll be time to wake my husband up and request backup soon.
Some vile insect has eaten all the leaves off of my marigolds and jalapeños. My tomatoes are untouched, fortunately.
Yup, we learned that trick with our other cat. This time we’re using a syringe and butterfly needle instead of hanging the IV bag, and that makes a huge difference, too - it went quickly and easily, instead of being a five minute ordeal. Kitty is confusing us once again - she seems to be back to her normal self, running around and being a pain in the ass. 
It really, truly is hard to tell how sick cats are - I’d say she wasn’t sick at all, if I didn’t know her kidney bloodwork was sky high and she’s a bone rack in spite of eating constantly.
Today is Condition Day - we find out at 9:00 pm if we’ve sold our house or not! I guess that’s kind of an anti-rant - I’ll be ranting quite strongly if the sale doesn’t go through and we’ve lost 11 days off of our listing, though.
Let me revise that: it’s vile slugs eating the leaves. I’m going to have to find something stronger than eggshells to keep them out of my garden.
My mother had success 40 years ago with shallow dishes of Coors placed around the periphery of the garden.
We sold our house!
And I got into a verbal altercation while walking home from the store this afternoon. 
(Some people don’t take getting filmed while breaking the law very well.)
Hooray and congratulations!
There’s a purpose for Coors? You learn something new every day.
Darn, the website where I submit my sheet music is being sort of buggy. And by “sort of,” I mean “very.” :mad:
Cats are so good at hiding illnesses. Its a survival instinct…if you are sick, bigger predators will eat you. I think that many cats don’t get vet treatment because they don’t act sick and because most elderly cats get skinny.
Congrats on selling your house. Moving just sucks. I don’t care why you are moving or how much you are looking forward to being in your new place, the actual process totally sucks.
My poor husband is still in much pain, so we didn’t go the Memorial Day parade. I think he would have if I had insisted, but I can’t stand seeing him hurting and he wanted to stay home.
Instead, I went out and bought a new washing machine. I arranged to have it delivered and installed and the CSR tried to charge me to pick up the old one as well as a recycling fee. When I pointed out that I had already disposed of the old one (someone got it before the garbage truck, even with the big sign I put on it "BORKED!!! DOES NOT WORK!!!.), she argued with me about why I should have let them properly dispose of it.
So, I went to a different place and bought the same washer for about the same price. I also sent an email to that store and the corporate office telling them why I walked away from their store and won’t go back.
It was only 20 bucks, but it just ticked me off.
She’s two months old and I feel like a bad parent if we take her out or to daycare without her feet covered. Anyway, It turns out that the cat finds them to be fun play things. Should have checked under the bed before buying new socks. Oh well, can’t have too many baby socks.
And since this is the pit, I pit the upstairs neighbors. They must be elephants for all the noise they make walking around.
Bathtub faucet leaking and our handy man is on vacation. Oh how I dread to call a plumber.( I could try to fix it myself , but the water turn off is by the road, there is no valve in the house.)
If you have the plumber there anyway, have him install cut-off valves! A few dollars up front can potentially save you a lot of headaches and expense down the road!
Ya’ll just haven’t given enough consideration to the entertainment opportunity presented here.
You really need one of these. Or two.
Me too! Happy birthday to us! Sorry you had to work.
Belated happy birthday to the both of you!
Also, I can’t let Tony see the sentry gun site. He’ll want one, and the safe is already full, and I would insist on keeping that in the gun safe, and that would kind of defeat the purpose, wouldn’t it?!
Happily, we have internet and phones again. The techs who came to fix it also took photos, and indicated that, if this happened again, they’d take legal action against the perpetrator. They were glad we’d already filed the vandalism report - saved them some trouble in documentation.
… Coors is so bad even slugs can’t stand it? I’ll have to file that in my list of “unexpected insults”.