Oh Jesus. You ever wish you could tell relatives on facebook to just shut the hell up?

will i got a couple of things on my mine , why is it that some people can say and do whatever they like , but as soon as you stand up to them , they don,t want anything to do with ya , and number 2 thing is , why do some people think they are better then you , when they move away from there home , its laughable , we know where you all come from , and you are no better then the ones you left behind
, i don,t think i,m any better then anyone else , but just as good .this is my opinion, and ,we live in a free country , and everyone got one. that is an opinion . lol. o yell this status is for no one . its how i see things , better say this , because some people alway think , the status on here is alway about them ,,so if anyone thinks that , there guilty of something .a few things i had on my mine ,lol
At least she no longer posts in solely caps. Jesus Christ.
 
She once posted about how she's going to treat people the way they treat her...which means she now has a right to be a bitch to everyone! She justified this by saying it was in the bible.

I...I just don't know. I used to look up to this woman. I used to think she was kick ass. Now I look at her and the adjectives that come to mind are far less flattering, 'bully' being the main one, if you knew how she acted towards others.
 
You can do that?
On your Facebook page, look for a post by that person. Hover over it and an arrow should appear in the upper right corner of that post. Click the arrow and it will bring up your subscription options for that person. Choices are All Updates, Most Updates, or Only Important.
 
Is it wrong that my new hobby is recording how long it takes for a conversation to end on Omegle when I tell them I am a guy.
 
Annette and Frankie went to junkie beach.
Lots of smack was so close to reach.
Shot up at a luau down at Waikiki.
Freakin' at the sunset now they're hap-happy.
Met Eric Zipper, introduced him to me.
Now I'm surfin' on heroin.
I'm so fucked up I can't remember my name.
Tried it once, I'll never feel the same.
I'm swimming in a sea of puke.
Lend me a quarter play myself on the juke.
Got my kid brother hooked yesterday.
Pimping him pays for my habit today.
I m surfin' on heroin. I'm surfin' on heroin.
Get a needle gonna stick it in.
I'm surfin' on heroin.
I'm so drugged up, I'm so fucked up. I'm surfin' on heroin.
 
Sometimes the dichotomy of computer ownership and tech-savviness amazes me, especially at work. All day long I'm in contact with people who know just enough about technology to get really pissed off when something unexpected happens. Take today's lesson for example. I know that at any point in time I could get SPAM email from someone claiming to be Company-X (Microsoft, Google, HSBC, etc.) addressed to me about my "account" with their company, which may or may not be anything similar to my name or my actual email address; and I know that it's just bullshit and I mark it as spam and move on. On the other hand, we constantly get emails from people who are extremely fucking pissed off because "someone opened an account in my name and is ruining my credit and sending me spam about stuff that doesn't matter to me and this is harassment and if you don't stop it I'll sue." Now, it does occasionally happen that someone has actually opened an account in someone else' name and actually is ruining their credit, but 99.98% of the time, it's just bullshit spam, you mark it as such, delete it, and move on with your life. Especially if the to: address list is half a mile long and covers any and all permutations of names that start with the same letter as yours.
 
A conversation I had with the nephew on Saturday.
Me: Are you going to watch the game with us tonight? The Leafs are playing the Vancouver Canucks.
Nephew: No, the Toronto Maple Leafs AREN'T playing the Vancouver Canucks. They're playing HOCKEY.

He got me there.
 

figmentPez

Staff member
Normally I'm against made-up holidays, but tomorrow (Feb 22) is National Ginger Awareness day... and I fully support the appreciation of redheads.

I might just have to make a special post to the cosplay thread with a bunch of red haired characters.
 
So this 3-year old student in my kindergarten class is playing with legos, built a gun, and is pretending to throw grenades shouting, "Fire in the hole!". This wouldn't be so amazing if it weren't for the fact I can barely get him to remember how to say "table" in English.
 
"GET A BLOG!" used to be a running joke around here. And I had/have a blog...a LiveJournal. I haven't used it in a long time. Now that I'm on the cusp of being a published author (fingers crossed), I want to start using it again. Before, it was a sounding board for my depression, reaching out for support, etc. Now, I'd like to use it a bit more professionally.

And here's my start:
http://thatnickguy.livejournal.com/281504.html

I may start posting about my time in wrestling school, as well. Not sure what else, but it's a start.
 

figmentPez

Staff member
Had a dream last night where I was on my honeymoon. There was no bow-chicka-wow, though. My bride, who was never identified dream, was out of the room for some reason, and I was trying to get things ready for her. The strange part was the bathroom. Everything was so decorated and styled it didn't look like a bathroom. There was a booklet explaining everything, with illustrations so that you could even identify the toilet. :confused: Ugh, I am not a fan of sacrificing function for form.

In another dream I found out that there were giant apple trees that grew fruit as big as a person, but no one ever heard of them because they were so expensive that only the rich and famous could afford them. The dream came complete with growth charts showing the life-cycle of the tree, marking the various canopy levels and the fruit they produce as the tree gets taller. It was oddly technical, like watching some sort of Discovery channel show.
 

GasBandit

Staff member
Had some random wacko walk in off the street the other day and ask for a tour of our facilities because he wanted to see "if maybe he would decide to work here" (He claimed to be an engineer). I wanted to just run him off, but a higher-up decided to humor him a little and let him look through some windows at our studios (but not inside them and not even a glimpse of our engineering room with all the audio processors, transmitters, servers etc)... TODAY HE CAME BACK... and asked for ANOTHER tour... when we said no, he said "Can I at least borrow your tin snips?"

GEDDOUDAHEAH!
 
Man, unless that tree was being accused of a domestic or something I would have let the firefighters take care of that. Let them earn that unrelenting love they get for doing their dangerous job 3 times a year.
 
No dude... I was in the house, getting info for a fight call, when the tree fell INTO the house... missed me by a foot and a half.

Also hit a car - he got a report form for that.
 
I think it was around the time I started tossing things in the general direction where they went that the shift lead I was working with realized I'd given my last fuck about working today.

Unprofessionalism aside, we did finish closing the store pretty quickly after that.
 
So I was hanging out with my favorite Mounted today, when it hit me!

It's so simple, it's a wonder it hasn't been done before,

Police Lions.

When dogs aren't enough to quell that riot release the lions.
 
This was discussed, too sleepy in winter, too cute in summer.
Wolverine, too wolverinish.

Pissed off mountain lion? Perfect for those rowdy Vancouverites.
 
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