Oh, Lord, I seem to have a V-Day tradition on here now! Me, of all people! 😆
Anyway, just like the last two years, I’ve got some relationship-related griping to do. It’s something I’d been thinking about recently, and it comes down to one thing about them that is annoying as hell and I just don’t get.
Why the hell does it have to be so complicated?
Continue reading “Mmmm, Candy Hearts 3”
And now, for a relieving, bathroom edition of…
SHUT THE HELL UP!!!!
OMFG! Shut your goddamn traps already, men AND women, about the stupid toilet seat argument. Chicks complaining it gets left up. Guys complaining about the chicks complaining.
New guest rant over on SnipeMe just got me thinking about this. Why do so many people find this worth their time to worry about?
Want to know what it is? It’s no different from any other household issue where something is not closed after being used or otherwise returned to how it was before use. Like if someone left a cabinet open after getting a cup.
Continue reading “The Toilet Seat Thing”
Being content is a social taboo.
Having a dead-end job is a fate worse than death. Having little to no interest in a big promotion or higher-end position is a sign of a mental problem. Having no real career plans means you’re doomed.
Wait. What?
Continue reading “Climbing the Ladder”
Whoa!
So I was at Best Buy earlier this evening and looking at this laptop I’m thinking of getting. Laptop runs Windows Vista, which I hadn’t really looked at properly before. So I stood there and moved the cursor around and checking out various stuff. Ick, I don’t use laptops much so I’m not used to the touchpad thingy for the mouse cursor.
Anyway, a mandatory stop, I went to see what the Vista version of Minesweeper is like. I already knew from a while ago that it would be different. How different?
Very.
Smilie face is gone! The squares are now blue, though it looks like you can make them green. Okay, that much is fine, though being without the smilie face is a knock.
Mine field difficulties are about the same. When you hit a mine, it shows them all like normal and then they all explode, heh. And then what happens? You have the option of restarting the exact same mine field! Weird.
And apparently you can save your game.
They ditched the high score board more or less.
And there seems to be an option of changing the mode of the game from Minesweeper to something called Flower Garden. Flowers instead of mines?! Oy.
And Sevens and Eights are kind of a maroon color. I think.
Vista Minesweeper confuses and angers me!
Or maybe it was just me being a n00b with the touchpad mouse cursor. Something like that.
But they should have kept the smilie face! :irked:
I hereby decree…
Don’t vote for Mitt Romney!
So what’s my problem with him? He’s a Republican? Don’t care about that. He’s a Mormon? REALLY don’t care about that. He’s against medical marijuana? Pfft, not a priority for me. So what’s so wrong with him?
The man who has been his biggest fundraiser until recently? Robert Lichfield. Do you know who that is? Go to a search engine and look up the name, and see what you find. If you don’t feel like doing that, then he’s the man in charge of an organization called WWASPS, which is a collection of many “schools” and “camps” around the country where “troubled” teens are sent to be straightened out.
Continue reading “Candidate for the Camps”
Not to leave us at 9:15 this morning in the ICU. From infections and clots and strokes.
Ruth T. M.
December 10, 1927 – January 24, 2008
Goodbye, Grandma. 🙁
Whether passing away or taking a dirt nap or somewhere between livor and rigor mortis… or getting into heaven or undergoing a metamorphosis of the soul…
I don’t really believe in hell, but God better NOT have sent you there, or once I’m out of here, I’m totally kicking His ass.
I guess I’ll be moving soon. :irked:
🙁
At work, I sit up front in the reception area (because they ran out of room in the lab, and being the lowest rung employee, I’m the movable one, hehe). I still do lab work, just my desk is up front now. So I get to deal with what comes with that task.
One thing that has annoyed me, and keeps happening in the year and a half or so I’ve been sitting at this spot. We’re in suite 220. Straight across the hall is suite 200. You know, it’s in plain sight. On our floor, there’s just four suites in a little cluster there. Plain sight. Everyone has the same grey plaque outside the door saying the company name and the suite number.
Continue reading “Invisible Suite”
Lately, I’ve been thinking I should move away from free music downloading. There’s the fear of unsafe files, sure, as well as thinking I don’t need to be doing it. But I’m sick of buying CD’s. I hate buying a whole damn CD for only a couple of songs, and the other songs all suck, and seeing as whenever I get a CD I just load up all the songs from it onto my computer, and I just put the actual CD someplace on my shelf. And I’m running out of room!
Continue reading “Proprietary Fail”
First, have a look at this news story.
It was early last month when Jane Hambleton of Fort Dodge found the bottle under the front seat of her 19-year-old son’s pride and joy.
Her next move was a call to The Des Moines Register’s classified advertising department:
OLDS 1999 Intrigue
“Totally uncool parents who obviously don’t love teenage son, selling his car. Only driven for 3 weeks before snoopy mom who needs to get a life found booze under front seat. $3,700/offer. Call meanest mom on the planet.”
The son soon found himself on foot. And the meanest mom on the planet became the target of accolades from across Iowa and beyond.
In the entry-a-day surge in December, and even in some earlier entries, I touched on this subject just barely, but today I was thinking about a few connections.
In this entry, if you don’t mind, I shall cry out “Pervert!” at a few people. Who? Well, they’re people very often called perverts. Specifically they are middle-aged to old men who find teenage girls, specifically those aged 14 to 17, to be sexually arousing.
Though it may have this same end result, I call them out for it for quite different reasons from others.
Continue reading “Oppressed Eye Candy”