It’s called rain, retards. You are going to experience this a lot during the next four years. So stop thinking that you avoid the rain using a umbrella… even if it watches your cute coach rainboots. So don’t continue to take up space on a sidewalk with your stupid umbrella, poke people with them when you get wet, and stop acting like a stupid freshman from California like you probably are.
Living in a nation which prides itself on the consumption of money and the efficiency in which we recklessly spend it on frivolous items, spending money is no real chore for most of us. When the mighty debit card rolled around supported by telephones to make the task of taking your money away easier and faster than ever, the check has fallen to the wayside.
That’s not too great of a shame, really. I was reminded of this at lunch today in Bremerton. The cafe downstairs makes these wonderful pizza wraps that they only charge four dollars for—quite a steal for something filled with cheese, sauce, sausage and other such materials that will kill you in 50 years. Cigarettes are arguably better for you than this food item. But I digress, while waiting to pay for my order, a woman in line ahead decided that she wanted to pay for her $5.15 purchase not with cash or an electronic card, but with a check. Not only did she refuse to start writing the check until the total was announced, but insisted on writing it in her ledger before moving after the transaction. To give this whole episode an ignominious ending, she finally stepped aside with a “your turn!” before she fell into the hole that I was visualizing suddenly opened up beneath her.
This is the moral and ethical equivalent of walking into a store, selecting a box of three dollar cold medicine, and instead of paying with the $20 bill in your wallet, hauling out the large bag of coins from your pocket and counting out the three hundred and twenty four pennies, while thinking that this is somehow normal. At the end of this episode this imaginary person would also projectile vomit on the checker and person behind them in line just for good measure before shooting them both in the leg.
Now don’t get me wrong, I still like the idea of a check. If I go out and buy a 56” plasma HDTV to watch grown men hit each other for money, I don’t want to spend multiple thousands by simply handing the person a small plastic card and then signing my name on some shiny piece of paper. If I’m going to spend more than some people make in a lifetime, I want to write out the total in two different spots—one numerical and the other in full. I want to take my time and make it seem that I carefully consider my purchases. I want to make sure I really do have that much in the bank. I want to make the people behind me wait in line looking at my awesome new piece of crap that will break in 5-10 years. And that’s what a check should be for.
Not for some whorebag who decided it would be amusing to pay for a cheap lunch with a check.
I get a random friend request yesterday, and not knowing who this person is, I decided to ask. :)
Nikky Southerland @11:15pm August 12th
Who are you?
Joseph @ 11:54pm August 12th
Good. Didn't realize I added you, lol. Just added everyone on my AIM friends list ;) What about you?
Last I checked randomly adding people on your AIM list is a decidedly bad idea. I certainly know lots of people I wouldn’t friend who are on a buddy list or two…
On the way to the #tcpa meetup, Katy, Duncan and I rode an Amtrak train to Portland. We soon realized that there was a lady sitting in front of us who was either a complete idiot or was drunk at 9 in the morning.
What follows is but a snippet of her brilliant observations.
“I think we’re going under the bridge”
“Oh! There’s a foxglove growing!”
“Oh! There it goes! It IS a sister train!” (When we pulled off the main line to let
another Amtrak train pass in the opposite direction)
“We’re going faster now! Can you feel it?”
“Have we gone through Olympia yet?” (20 minutes after stopping
at the Olympia station)
“I’ve never been to Centralia before!” (If she had ever been on I-5 south she has been in Centralia)
“Soneone needs to come down here and sell them siding!”
“There’s no toilet paper in there!”
“I did find the toilet seat covers this time”
“When do those kids find the time to graffiti those trains?”
“Did you hear about the one on Lake Union that caught fire and literally burned?”
“See those sweet peas? When I go for a walk at lunch time I pick them and
tape them to my computer. I guess I need a vase”
I think near the end they might have suspected something when we ducked
down in our seats andstarted laughing (not to mention writing it down!) after
she started talking. We didn’t care.
She is the kind of person who needs to be constitutionally forced to have her
head separated from the rest of her body.
Did I mention her travel mates decided to get her a screwdriver drink
midway through the ride?
Maybe it is time to look into moving to the great state of Eastern Washington and leave the Puget Sound rat race behind.
Did they withdraw and not tell anyone? I’m fairly sure you’d need to vote on that…
Source: Kitsapsun Letters
So here I am, working on some English homework about how Americans are becoming to view news as nothing more than a form of entertainment, and that the news media is framing it as such,
when suddenly I get a random facebook message email!
I don’t know the person who is sending it (a certain Johnny Jones), but it seems he’s an administrator or officer on a facebook group I recently joined.
What follows is a transcript of our message exchange. Keep in mind that he sent this to all 992 members of this group.
Johnny Jones: "8 more members and then ill stop bugging you. just want to get over 1000"
Me: Hi- Please don't send meaningless group messages. Some people have better things to do than read that you want eight more members... have you ever heard that "patience is a virtue?" I'm sure it will grow to your target goal soon enough on all its own.
Me: In fact, you need nine more members now.
Johnny Jones: oh well excuse me. im sure there PLENTY of better things that you have to do. and if you really can stand the two messages that ive ever sent to all of the members and insist on being at douche about it then feel free to leave
Me: I'm simply pointing out that most people won't find your messages whining for more members useful in the least bit; in fact, I doubt that receiving them will inspire anyone to invite others. The function of sending messages to all group members is for events or important notifications--I'm sure facebook didn't have it in mind for administrators to abuse the feature like you have.
[16:54:47] <HIVlntine> fucking christ
[16:54:51] <HIVlntine> do you know how much it sucks
[16:54:53] <HIVlntine> to punch a door