I’m always amused that the plant Wellness Committee’s board is right next to the break area where the contractors leave free donuts every Friday. So, there’s a big sign advertising the latest annual Biggest Loser competition for the plant, next to six big boxes of Krispy Kremes.
But, hey, maybe they’re trying to boost Biggest Loser participation.
Food is such an integral part of society/socializing that we really struggle to find ways to do things that don’t involve food. It’s a shame, and really frustrating when you’re trying to lose weight. People forget that there are other ways to celebrate things than bringing baked goods or holding a potluck.
Dear dog adopter,
The rescue organization explained to you that it takes a * minimum* of two weeks for a dog to settle in at a new home. This dog hasn’t even been at your place a week. He’s not doing anything unusual for a dog in a strange (to him) place, with a person he never met before last week, who keeps a schedule that he’s not familiar with. You’ve been given several suggestions for getting the dog through this, and you’ve rejected them all. You have several friends and neighbors with dogs, but you can’t be arsed to talk to them, either. I don’t know if you’re lazy or just a jerk, but you shouldn’t have a dog, that’s for sure.
I hope you step on a Lego while heading to the bathroom tonight.
Give back the dog and go away,
Cwthree
Now, that’s just mean! Truly a curse of curses.
Talking with a rabid anti-abortion protestor who thinks gay people raising children is “child abuse”
Me: What if a lesbian gets pregnant? Should she be forced to give up her child?
Him: How can a lesbian get pregnant? (He doesn’t know how women get pregnant?)
Me: By artificial insemination. Or what if she’s raped and gets pregnant?
Him: Most lesbians are too ugly to be raped!
If I hadn’t heard it, I wouldn’t believe it. So remember ladies: Rape is a good thing. It means you are good looking.
All I can do is shake my head at my Oakland Raider loving, San Francisco 49er hating family, who ranted against Colin Kaepernick, and are now giving Marshawn Lynch a pass.
I allowed my iPhone to install what it said was the latest update to the OS (iPhone 4, one year old) at around 4:00 p.m. yesterday. Just about two hours ago, I responded to a text message from my daughter (shortly aftet midnight). Ten minutes later, I checked to see if she had answered my text.
Damned phone is BRICKED!
My little eclipse gathering has blossomed into about 20+ people (several of them strangers to me), 2 dogs, possibly a horse, and 2 of the people are staying overnight.
My inner introvert is sitting in a corner, trembling. I don’t generally enjoy entertaining, how did I get myself into this??
On the upside, a very NOT-introvert friend and her husband offered to do all the cooking. They do a lot of grill-parties, and he puts out the most amazing beef and chicken dishes. It’ll be fun once it’s all in motion, but I’ve spent a week whipping my place into company-shape and I’m REALLY looking forward to Tues afternoon when it’ll all be over.
(whimper)
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Did I mention that I’m bringing a cooler filled with bratwurst, and my kids, and dogs?
I left a message with your inner child, but I don’t know if it got through, with all the trembling…
ETA: Was getting together with friends, but now it’ll be cloudy (with thunderstorms! Dammit!). So now I’m thinking jump in the car and try to find clear skies (NOT easy in Wis/Iowa/No. Illinois).
Yeah, it looks like we’re going to be clouded over 
Hopefully the “Partly cloudy” is more partly than cloudy.
“Partly cloudy” – hah! Nearly a week ago when the long-range forecast here for Eclipse Day was “sunny” I watched it deteriorate to “sunny with cloudy periods” and predicted that it would soon turn into an overnight forecast for thunderstorms because … well, because that’s how things work. Here we are the day before eclipse day, and the forecast is now “overcast with risk of thunderstorms”. The pictorial forecast shows lightning bolts shooting from the skies.
Okay, now my plan is “Stay alive 'til April, 2024, and find some Indy/Cleveland/Detroit/Rochester friends to stay with”.
Whoa, Carbondale, IL gets totality on two eclipses in a row!
Had a friend on the Book of Faces ask, in seriousness, how to protect pets eyes during the eclipse. I reassured him, saying unless his dog understands celestial mechanics, they won’t know to look up.
…sigh…
Good GOD, I hate fucking incompetent recruiters.
Guy is going by a very british name, but is Indian and has a very thick accent. Ok, fine. But…
Gave him my phone number twice. He keeps claiming to have called me and not reached me, so can I call him? My phone isn’t ringing. He’s not calling me, he’s lying. I don’t care for that bullshit, it is dishonest and doesn’t impress me with your character, honesty or competence.
Asks me stupid questions that he would know the answer to if he had actually read my resume. When I point out that it is on my resume and where, he just repeats the question. :smack:
Seems to assume that when he sends me an email, I have it open in front of me about 2 seconds after he hits send. Then starts asking me to do things that will take a couple of minutes and reply immediately. And pesters me about whether I’ve sent it yet. No, dumbass, I haven’t even gotten your email yet. I’ll do what you ask when it comes.
Just fucking give my resume to the client. I’m sure they can read and comprehend it better than you can. :mad:
I’ve been to Carbondale, and anything that removes the ability to look at the place is a bonus. 30, 40 miles south is Metropolis, which has a plastic Superman statue in front of the Courthouse.
Well, I do our barn chores Monday mornings (my gf does the other 6 days). At 5 this morning, as I was getting out of bed, I asked her if the horses should be kept in their stalls after I fed them their grain.
She asked WTF I would do that. I mentioned the eclipse. I’m not the horse person, she is. I was just being cautious. Oh well.
A three-pronged rant:
Fuck the weather for not cooperating with the total eclipse yesterday. Luckily I had only traveled about an hour away from home to watch it. If I was one of the people who traveled several hours / hundreds of miles to watch it, I would be really pissed.
One of the reasons I chose a location close to home to see the eclipse was because I needed to be back in town by about 4:30pm to pick up one grandkid from daycare and another from after-school Boys and Girls club. It turned out that my stepdaughter, who’s been having some health issues lately, had taken some time off work for doctors appointments and didn’t send her son to daycare, and picked her daughter up after school so she was not at B&G Club. However, she neglected to tell me, assuming that my wife (whom she had texted earlier in the day) would tell me. (How my wife was supposed to figure that out, based on the series of texts they exchanged earlier in the day, is beyond me.) So basically I wasted an hour running around town to pick up kids that were already at home with their mom.
2b. If I had known earlier in the day that I didn’t have to worry about being back in town to pick up kids in the afternoon, I might have tried to drive a little further away from home in search of clearer weather to watch the eclipse.
Fuck you, migraines. Fuck you, migraine medication that addresses the head pain and distributes it among every other body age, however trivial.
What meds be these? Because I’d choose a pain anywhere else over a migraine.
Pain Specialist (hillbilly doctor, for some reason): “Here, ah’m a-gonna whack ya in tha teesticles with this prospectin’ pickaxe, but ya won’t have thet thar headache no mo’!”
Me:“Should I take off my underwear first?”
Never, ever, ever do any sort of home improvement project in the presence of one’s parent/s.
If you’re a glutton for punishment and ignore Rule #1? By no means should you allow both parents to be present simultaneously.
If Rules 1 and 2 are disregarded, you’ll need at least one of the following:
A case of cold beer
Enough Valium for every adult present
A backhoe and a solid alibi.
Thank Og my brother showed up with a cold beer this afternoon, before I started hunting for a backhoe.