Those are rare indeed. I have found a few radio websites that start playing their programming but I am actually ok with that. It seems like the only appropriate place for music to start auto playing.Holy balls. There are still websites being made that auto play music.
The websites with the single song that they have set to autoplay ala myspace style is still unforgivable though.
It was the love and marriage song from married with children. Interesting choice as it was a website for a wedding expo... I couldn't even find a way to stop the thing.
GasBandit
Staff member
That's the thing.. I did. This computer's only about a week old... and it apparently was trying to co-opt the existing, already set-up local account.
And of course the tumblr SJWs demand you attach trigger warnings to them.
SINCE WHEN IS IT MY JOB TO PROTECT SOMEONE I DIDN'T EVEN KNOW EXISTED FROM THEMSELVES?
Saturday? Whatcha doin'? Saturday. STAHP!
I cannot wait for this day to end. I'm afraid if I go to sleep a jet is going to fall on my house or something. First my neighbor has to go to the ER. Her husband is away on business so the neighbor on the other side of me is takes her, but needs someone to watch her 3 year old. So we got to babysit for a few hours until neighbor #2's husband came home from work.
Then, after dinner, we're outside watching our kids play when we see kids from a street over come flying down the road that runs next to our house. It's a kid about 12 years old on a bike with a wagon loosely tied to it in the back and two kids that are maybe 6 years old sitting in the wagon. My husband no sooner comments on how unsafe that looks when we hear a crash. The wagon overturned as they were going down the hill. The two little boys in the wagon were pretty banged up, mostly road rash, but a lot of it, and the one kid hit his head on the asphalt. So I sent their friend (who had been following on a scooter) to get the boys' parents. My husband stayed with them while I went in the house to get some towels and ice and bandaids. One boy had road rash all up one side of his back. Their mom came and got them, told the older one that he would have to tell his father what happened, and thanked us for helping her kids.
Shortly afterward, I got a text message from neighbor #2 that neighbor #1 was going to need surgery tonight because she has appendicitis. Her husband is on the mainland. Her family are all on the mainland. Tomorrow I will have her 6 month old.
Saturday, you need to diaf.
I cannot wait for this day to end. I'm afraid if I go to sleep a jet is going to fall on my house or something. First my neighbor has to go to the ER. Her husband is away on business so the neighbor on the other side of me is takes her, but needs someone to watch her 3 year old. So we got to babysit for a few hours until neighbor #2's husband came home from work.
Then, after dinner, we're outside watching our kids play when we see kids from a street over come flying down the road that runs next to our house. It's a kid about 12 years old on a bike with a wagon loosely tied to it in the back and two kids that are maybe 6 years old sitting in the wagon. My husband no sooner comments on how unsafe that looks when we hear a crash. The wagon overturned as they were going down the hill. The two little boys in the wagon were pretty banged up, mostly road rash, but a lot of it, and the one kid hit his head on the asphalt. So I sent their friend (who had been following on a scooter) to get the boys' parents. My husband stayed with them while I went in the house to get some towels and ice and bandaids. One boy had road rash all up one side of his back. Their mom came and got them, told the older one that he would have to tell his father what happened, and thanked us for helping her kids.
Shortly afterward, I got a text message from neighbor #2 that neighbor #1 was going to need surgery tonight because she has appendicitis. Her husband is on the mainland. Her family are all on the mainland. Tomorrow I will have her 6 month old.
Saturday, you need to diaf.
Everything I try to do this morning has been a disaster. I've been awake for over six hours and have accomplished NOTHING. Can't get myself down to write, can't sit still, can't concentrate. I cleaned the toilet just to feel like I'd gotten something done, and then immediately had to use it.
Fuck it; I'm just playing video games for the rest of the day.
Fuck it; I'm just playing video games for the rest of the day.
BananaHands
Staff member
Good thing I keep prepackaged puppies for just such an occasion!My girlfriend and I broke up over the weekend.
We had only been going out for a little over three months but obviously I am still a bit bummed over the whole thing.
Sometimes I get unreasonably annoyed with things, and feel like writing counter-pieces to them, but I'd just be sending them into a void, and it would result in no satisfaction.
Today I was mildly annoyed by the Crash Course Psychology video on altered states of consciousness, which reminded me how badly I disliked the Crash Course analysis of Frankenstein. I'll make my own analysis! Except I have a meh webcam and probably not enough motivation.
Today I was mildly annoyed by the Crash Course Psychology video on altered states of consciousness, which reminded me how badly I disliked the Crash Course analysis of Frankenstein. I'll make my own analysis! Except I have a meh webcam and probably not enough motivation.
Goddamn you, Florida.
So, yesterday I discovered a stray bulldog living in my yard. It's not aggressive, in fact it's unnaturally timid and cowers if you so much as look at it. It looked scared and lost, and being a human being I couldn't just let it sit out there, so it got food and water. Today, I call animal control, because this dog obviously isn't wild, and taking it to the pound is the best bet of its owner finding it. Also, my dog -hates- it, and keeping the two apart has been a huge headache, so I just can't keep the thing.
Animal control comes, says they're taking it to the pound and if I find the owner to direct them there. Everything's good, right? That was about two hours ago...
THE DOG IS BACK IN MY YARD AS OF RIGHT NOW.
Goddamn animal control didn't take it anywhere. They drove down the street and dumped it. Another call to the sheriff's office to find out why the fuck the dog that they just took away is now back and I'm still waiting on a return call.
So, yesterday I discovered a stray bulldog living in my yard. It's not aggressive, in fact it's unnaturally timid and cowers if you so much as look at it. It looked scared and lost, and being a human being I couldn't just let it sit out there, so it got food and water. Today, I call animal control, because this dog obviously isn't wild, and taking it to the pound is the best bet of its owner finding it. Also, my dog -hates- it, and keeping the two apart has been a huge headache, so I just can't keep the thing.
Animal control comes, says they're taking it to the pound and if I find the owner to direct them there. Everything's good, right? That was about two hours ago...
THE DOG IS BACK IN MY YARD AS OF RIGHT NOW.
Goddamn animal control didn't take it anywhere. They drove down the street and dumped it. Another call to the sheriff's office to find out why the fuck the dog that they just took away is now back and I'm still waiting on a return call.
If there is no room at the shelter, they do catch and release. This is better than what they used to do, which is shoot the dog.
Is there maybe a bulldog rescue or other private dog rescue in your area?[DOUBLEPOST=1396991045,1396990857][/DOUBLEPOST]Like maybe these guys...Florida English Bulldog Rescue. They have a phone number for urgent situations on the surrender page I linked.
FUCK
Seriously, UPS, the level of customer service is in the toilet, and the incompetence is through the roof.
Seriously, UPS, the level of customer service is in the toilet, and the incompetence is through the roof.
GasBandit
Staff member
At first read, I thought you said the impotence is through the roof and I was about to...
Well, another promised phone call deadline whizzes by! Keep it up, UPS. Just keep fucking up.
It's not an english bulldog. It's an american blue nose. I'm already looking for rescues to help out.
And animal control didn't catch and release, the guy (animal control in this county is one guy) called back and claimed he had found the owner and left the dog with them. Which sounds fishy to me.
Thought I was going in for root canal today. Nope, second of two fillings. Will have to schedule root canal for the beginning of May. Good because there's two paychecks between then and now, but bad because I went in on Monday because of the horrible pain, which is still horrible pain. I'm on antibiotics, but I'm getting more benefit out of the super-strength orajel so far.
If the dog is that nervous, it is likely neglected and you are the first one to offer it food in a week or more. And the owners probably have no idea how to secure a dog.
So, update! After a couple days of food and water, a bath, and some play time, the dog is doing much better. No longer cowering with her tail between her legs, now she's running around like a healthy dog. She still hasn't made any sound, which is odd to me, I wonder if she's able to.
Since animal control continues to be incompetent and useless, it looks like I'll be keeping her until the weekend, when I can drive her to a rescue shelter for bulldogs myself. The shelter is over an hour away, but on the plus side she at least no longer seems nervous about getting into cars, and a test ride around the block seemed to show she actually enjoys car rides.
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This just escalated tonight to under-the-bra boob groping, dry humping and mouth-on-mouth kissing. I realize it's shitty and I feel shitty. My self pep-talk of "You're better than this, knock this off" right out the window. I gave her as she was leaving the "This is the last time, we can't do this again" but I don't think either of us really believe that. I think I'm going to have to instead prepare to cut her out of contact with me, or give her the option "It's him or me" even though I'm certain she's going to choose him.
BananaHands
Staff member
Speaking from experience - no good can come of this.
None.
Let her choose the other guy so she can out him through the incoming hell.
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Just to give both sides of the argument equal time, I'll suggest this: stick it in her pooper.
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This... is getting far more out of hand than I know how to deal with. She claims to have a split personality disorder; I spent half the night talking to the "other" her, who has an inexplicable British accent and implied the "real" her is obsessively in love with me and is afraid to end things with her boyfriend because she'd be his first major heartbreak. She also implied she might hurt herself if I cut her out. I just... I don't even. There is the "bitch you crazy, get out of my life" approach, but in the off chance she does kill herself over me, I don't think I could handle living with that the rest of my life. Might there be some kind of legal options for me to report what she's told me and force her to go under suicide watch/psychological evaluation? I'm still processing everything that's happened tonight and don't even know where to begin looking. I'm in California if that makes a difference.
BananaHands
Staff member