Must . . . feed . . . them . . . more . . . SOULS!
No. It is, at best, a soulgredient. It is no more half a soul than an egg is half a cake.
--Patrick
GasBandit
Staff member
"Well, the whole deal there is it turns out you don't actually get a soul until you're 1 year old, or like six months or something, I forget. But until then you're just this crying, pooing, monster blob."
Funny, he doesn't look druckiksh.
Holy shit the snoring! Someone thought it would be super cute to wake me up.
Need to toast hazelnuts for cookies.
But need to peel them first because they are a real pain to peel.
First attempt unsuccessful, ran out of time due to job. There's 2lb hazelnuts for snacking but not much else.
Second attempt also unsuccessful, ran out of time again due to job and weather making me have to add more buffer for job. There's 2 more lbs for snacking now, and those aren't even toasted yet.
Might have to get 2 more pounds to try again.
Man, why hazelnuts gotta be so expensive?
--Patrick
But need to peel them first because they are a real pain to peel.
First attempt unsuccessful, ran out of time due to job. There's 2lb hazelnuts for snacking but not much else.
Second attempt also unsuccessful, ran out of time again due to job and weather making me have to add more buffer for job. There's 2 more lbs for snacking now, and those aren't even toasted yet.
Might have to get 2 more pounds to try again.
Man, why hazelnuts gotta be so expensive?
--Patrick
I ordered a lens from B&H a while ago. They sent the right lens but the wrong mount. I was angry but I called them back and they send another....that was also THE WRONG MOUNT!! And they aren't open on Saturdays??
I am so ragey...I hate them and I am only ordering this from them because its not a lens that can be obtained locally.
I am so ragey...I hate them and I am only ordering this from them because its not a lens that can be obtained locally.
B&H is owned by Hasidic jews, so if I remember correctly, they close early on Fridays and are closed Saturdays, as per the Sabbath. Sorry they screwed up your order.
That's good to know. I was super worried that they were closed until after Christmas or something.
I'm ragey because this is twice now that they have sent the wrong one and I don't trust them at this point.
I'm ragey because this is twice now that they have sent the wrong one and I don't trust them at this point.
They have always been cool before and I wouldn't flip a table over one wrong order because shit happens and all, but this is twice now. Maybe someone in their warehouse likes to play swap what's in the box?
I apologize if I caused any offense by being confused about them being closed on a Saturday. I would never have guessed that.
I apologize if I caused any offense by being confused about them being closed on a Saturday. I would never have guessed that.
i dont think any of us are going, "OH THERE GOES @Squidleybits THE ANTI-SEMITE!"
I would be totally mortified.
I couldn't hate those cute little bears.
I hate B&H at the moment for sending me the same wrong lens twice after being on the phone with them for 90 minutes to sort it out.
I hate B&H at the moment for sending me the same wrong lens twice after being on the phone with them for 90 minutes to sort it out.
I didn't think you were being offensive at all. I just wanted to let you know why they were closed on Saturdays, which is generally unusual for a business.
Then again, Bergen County, NJ still has blue laws, so Sundays are tricky for certain businesses, too.
We made the mistake of trying to order something near Passover.
We got it faster waiting a week, canceling the order, and then ordering from somewhere else.
I've only ever ordered one other thing from them, was quite happy with it.
--Patrick
I spent an hour on the phone earlier with B&H. The first customer service rep said that this was too complex and passed me over to someone else lol. The second dude seemed ok and they have shipped a third one with way upgraded shipping (at their expense) and I'm getting the cool all silver special edition of the lens now (also at their expense)!
I sincerely hope that this one is the right lens. I really want it because the sample pictures taken with it are gorgeous and its not available locally so I need B&H. If they screw up the order three times though, it was clearly not meant to be.
I sincerely hope that this one is the right lens. I really want it because the sample pictures taken with it are gorgeous and its not available locally so I need B&H. If they screw up the order three times though, it was clearly not meant to be.
Ugh. Miserable day. Nothing terrible happened, you know, but all the small things went wrong in one way or another. (Note: many things went wrong for people around me, more than myself. I'm aware, some of these only affected me tangentially and all that. I still get to be annoyed and rant about them as relating to me, tyvm.)
You may remember I had a minor car accident a few weeks ago. Nothing major, but enough to need to pass by a body shop. I went there a week or two ago, so they could order the proper pieces and find time in their schedule and get a decent replacement car during the work. Fine.
I had to bring in the car this morning. Since I had to work a night shift, I asked my girlfriend to bring it. She had to leave for work (by train) around 12h, so going ot the body shop, parking the car, taking the replacement ,signing a few papers, coming back, should be easy, right?
Soooo. First, when she gets there, turns out the body shop somehow doesn't have ANY record of my having been there. Nada. So....Car'll be in the body shop longer, because they still need to order the pieces. They don't have a replacement car, so we got an old clunker from....I dunno, the early 90s? And not the cool retro classic car, if you're wondering - something that was a cheap piece of sh*t back in the day, too.
Turns out part of what was supposed to be covered by the insurance, isn't. So that's just swell, too.
Also, my girlfriend doesn't actually speak a lot of French, and in the whole of that body shop, there was not a single person who spoke French. Meaning that I was called awake 3 times to interpret and replay information from one to the other. And that they made my girlfriend sign a whole bunch of papers about my car where she only partially somewhat knows kind of what she signed. She thinks.
With all of that hullabaloo, of course my girlfriend was too late to get to her work in time, so she had to wake me to tell me she had to take the car, meaning I get to take the public transport. Sadly, I work 'till 6am in an out-of-the-way area. Going to work is about an hour and 15 minutes. Getting back is closer to 2 hours, simply because I have to wait for 40 minutes for the first bus to pass to take me to the tram station.
Did I mention my girlfriend was crying on the phone when she called me because she felt so bad for not knowing what to do and trying to make it work at the body shop without having to wake me? And she was also crying when she came home and woke me to ask to take the car? Cause comforting my girlfriend when she's distraught and sad and angry is just so much fun.
Couldn't get back to sleep after she left; ended up twisting and turning and when I finally did fall asleep, it was a great big nightmare. Not ideal. got up. Turned out the dishwasher didn't like the program I gave it or the tablet or something? Anyway, the tablet was half-dissolved, the machine full of foam and water. Great.
Next, I could throw away the paté I was going to eat...My girlfriend left it out of the fridge, and if there's one thing that goes bad in a hurry, it's paté. Off to the store before hopping on a tram to work. Oh, joy - their card machines are out! Lucky for me, I carry enough cash to afford an evening meal, bread and something to put on...oh wait, no I don't. *sigh*. Dry bread it'll be.
On to the tram, luckily I should just be able to...oh hey, there it goes, right in front of me. Let's wait in the rain for 10 minutes. Sure. Come to the tram station - oh, hey, luck, despite my tram being late, I just managed to get on my bus! ...oh, hey, look, my bus is hopelessly stuck in traffic -_-
Why, thank you, bus driver, for completely ignoring me ringing the bell to stop at my...ehh, stop, and just blast past it! I sure DO appreciate the chance of improving my physique by walking an extra 10 minutes!
Finally at work, I'm working with a team consisting of me, the newbie with 3 months of experience, the guy whose first day back it is after a burnout, and someone we all assume has already had a burnout but just comes in anyway. Top team. have I mentioned I've been awake since basically 10am and I still have to start my 6pm-6am shift? It's awesome. Also, the coffee machine is empty - just hot water, hot chocolate and cold water today.
Various things at work I'm technically not allowed to talk about, but let's just say I very rarely need to call this many managers and people from internal inspection out of bed at 2-4 in the morning, and that most of them, after finally answering, leapt out of bed to go on site and to work to fix what they could.
And worst of all? When I came in to work and wanted to whine a but on Halforums, that was out too.
Sooo, nearly end of shift. Halforums are back on line!
Let's make a long, windy rant about some of the little things that've gone wrong today....And oh look! By the time I've finished my half-a-page rant, Halforums goes down again, and eats my post. Ahhh, perfect.
Anyway, just got home now, missed my returning bus by minutes because a colleague had some last minute questions. Naturally. Blehhhhhh.
You may remember I had a minor car accident a few weeks ago. Nothing major, but enough to need to pass by a body shop. I went there a week or two ago, so they could order the proper pieces and find time in their schedule and get a decent replacement car during the work. Fine.
I had to bring in the car this morning. Since I had to work a night shift, I asked my girlfriend to bring it. She had to leave for work (by train) around 12h, so going ot the body shop, parking the car, taking the replacement ,signing a few papers, coming back, should be easy, right?
Soooo. First, when she gets there, turns out the body shop somehow doesn't have ANY record of my having been there. Nada. So....Car'll be in the body shop longer, because they still need to order the pieces. They don't have a replacement car, so we got an old clunker from....I dunno, the early 90s? And not the cool retro classic car, if you're wondering - something that was a cheap piece of sh*t back in the day, too.
Turns out part of what was supposed to be covered by the insurance, isn't. So that's just swell, too.
Also, my girlfriend doesn't actually speak a lot of French, and in the whole of that body shop, there was not a single person who spoke French. Meaning that I was called awake 3 times to interpret and replay information from one to the other. And that they made my girlfriend sign a whole bunch of papers about my car where she only partially somewhat knows kind of what she signed. She thinks.
With all of that hullabaloo, of course my girlfriend was too late to get to her work in time, so she had to wake me to tell me she had to take the car, meaning I get to take the public transport. Sadly, I work 'till 6am in an out-of-the-way area. Going to work is about an hour and 15 minutes. Getting back is closer to 2 hours, simply because I have to wait for 40 minutes for the first bus to pass to take me to the tram station.
Did I mention my girlfriend was crying on the phone when she called me because she felt so bad for not knowing what to do and trying to make it work at the body shop without having to wake me? And she was also crying when she came home and woke me to ask to take the car? Cause comforting my girlfriend when she's distraught and sad and angry is just so much fun.
Couldn't get back to sleep after she left; ended up twisting and turning and when I finally did fall asleep, it was a great big nightmare. Not ideal. got up. Turned out the dishwasher didn't like the program I gave it or the tablet or something? Anyway, the tablet was half-dissolved, the machine full of foam and water. Great.
Next, I could throw away the paté I was going to eat...My girlfriend left it out of the fridge, and if there's one thing that goes bad in a hurry, it's paté. Off to the store before hopping on a tram to work. Oh, joy - their card machines are out! Lucky for me, I carry enough cash to afford an evening meal, bread and something to put on...oh wait, no I don't. *sigh*. Dry bread it'll be.
On to the tram, luckily I should just be able to...oh hey, there it goes, right in front of me. Let's wait in the rain for 10 minutes. Sure. Come to the tram station - oh, hey, luck, despite my tram being late, I just managed to get on my bus! ...oh, hey, look, my bus is hopelessly stuck in traffic -_-
Why, thank you, bus driver, for completely ignoring me ringing the bell to stop at my...ehh, stop, and just blast past it! I sure DO appreciate the chance of improving my physique by walking an extra 10 minutes!
Finally at work, I'm working with a team consisting of me, the newbie with 3 months of experience, the guy whose first day back it is after a burnout, and someone we all assume has already had a burnout but just comes in anyway. Top team. have I mentioned I've been awake since basically 10am and I still have to start my 6pm-6am shift? It's awesome. Also, the coffee machine is empty - just hot water, hot chocolate and cold water today.
Various things at work I'm technically not allowed to talk about, but let's just say I very rarely need to call this many managers and people from internal inspection out of bed at 2-4 in the morning, and that most of them, after finally answering, leapt out of bed to go on site and to work to fix what they could.
And worst of all? When I came in to work and wanted to whine a but on Halforums, that was out too.
Sooo, nearly end of shift. Halforums are back on line!
Let's make a long, windy rant about some of the little things that've gone wrong today....And oh look! By the time I've finished my half-a-page rant, Halforums goes down again, and eats my post. Ahhh, perfect.Anyway, just got home now, missed my returning bus by minutes because a colleague had some last minute questions. Naturally. Blehhhhhh.
Flood this man with hug ratings!Ugh. Miserable day. Nothing terrible happened, you know, but all the small things went wrong in one way or another. (Note: many things went wrong for people around me, more than myself. I'm aware, some of these only affected me tangentially and all that. I still get to be annoyed and rant about them as relating to me, tyvm.)
You may remember I had a minor car accident a few weeks ago. Nothing major, but enough to need to pass by a body shop. I went there a week or two ago, so they could order the proper pieces and find time in their schedule and get a decent replacement car during the work. Fine.
I had to bring in the car this morning. Since I had to work a night shift, I asked my girlfriend to bring it. She had to leave for work (by train) around 12h, so going ot the body shop, parking the car, taking the replacement ,signing a few papers, coming back, should be easy, right?
Soooo. First, when she gets there, turns out the body shop somehow doesn't have ANY record of my having been there. Nada. So....Car'll be in the body shop longer, because they still need to order the pieces. They don't have a replacement car, so we got an old clunker from....I dunno, the early 90s? And not the cool retro classic car, if you're wondering - something that was a cheap piece of sh*t back in the day, too.
Turns out part of what was supposed to be covered by the insurance, isn't. So that's just swell, too.
Also, my girlfriend doesn't actually speak a lot of French, and in the whole of that body shop, there was not a single person who spoke French. Meaning that I was called awake 3 times to interpret and replay information from one to the other. And that they made my girlfriend sign a whole bunch of papers about my car where she only partially somewhat knows kind of what she signed. She thinks.
With all of that hullabaloo, of course my girlfriend was too late to get to her work in time, so she had to wake me to tell me she had to take the car, meaning I get to take the public transport. Sadly, I work 'till 6am in an out-of-the-way area. Going to work is about an hour and 15 minutes. Getting back is closer to 2 hours, simply because I have to wait for 40 minutes for the first bus to pass to take me to the tram station.
Did I mention my girlfriend was crying on the phone when she called me because she felt so bad for not knowing what to do and trying to make it work at the body shop without having to wake me? And she was also crying when she came home and woke me to ask to take the car? Cause comforting my girlfriend when she's distraught and sad and angry is just so much fun.
Couldn't get back to sleep after she left; ended up twisting and turning and when I finally did fall asleep, it was a great big nightmare. Not ideal. got up. Turned out the dishwasher didn't like the program I gave it or the tablet or something? Anyway, the tablet was half-dissolved, the machine full of foam and water. Great.
Next, I could throw away the paté I was going to eat...My girlfriend left it out of the fridge, and if there's one thing that goes bad in a hurry, it's paté. Off to the store before hopping on a tram to work. Oh, joy - their card machines are out! Lucky for me, I carry enough cash to afford an evening meal, bread and something to put on...oh wait, no I don't. *sigh*. Dry bread it'll be.
On to the tram, luckily I should just be able to...oh hey, there it goes, right in front of me. Let's wait in the rain for 10 minutes. Sure. Come to the tram station - oh, hey, luck, despite my tram being late, I just managed to get on my bus! ...oh, hey, look, my bus is hopelessly stuck in traffic -_-
Why, thank you, bus driver, for completely ignoring me ringing the bell to stop at my...ehh, stop, and just blast past it! I sure DO appreciate the chance of improving my physique by walking an extra 10 minutes!
Finally at work, I'm working with a team consisting of me, the newbie with 3 months of experience, the guy whose first day back it is after a burnout, and someone we all assume has already had a burnout but just comes in anyway. Top team. have I mentioned I've been awake since basically 10am and I still have to start my 6pm-6am shift? It's awesome. Also, the coffee machine is empty - just hot water, hot chocolate and cold water today.
Various things at work I'm technically not allowed to talk about, but let's just say I very rarely need to call this many managers and people from internal inspection out of bed at 2-4 in the morning, and that most of them, after finally answering, leapt out of bed to go on site and to work to fix what they could.
And worst of all? When I came in to work and wanted to whine a but on Halforums, that was out too.
Sooo, nearly end of shift. Halforums are back on line!
Anyway, just got home now, missed my returning bus by minutes because a colleague had some last minute questions. Naturally. Blehhhhhh.
Someone snoring....omfg.....trying not to smother
its probably just one of her bears. HEYO
Thanks guys 
I know there's a lot of worse stuff happening to lots of other people, but it was just a baaad day.
Today, much happier. The replacement car is an old wreck, but it's very very similar to my very first self-owned car from way back in the '90s, so it's a bit nostalgic (and horribly unsafe) to drive
I know there's a lot of worse stuff happening to lots of other people, but it was just a baaad day.Today, much happier. The replacement car is an old wreck, but it's very very similar to my very first self-owned car from way back in the '90s, so it's a bit nostalgic (and horribly unsafe) to drive