i think it is all part of a synergistic "war of the worlds" promotion

This probably belongs on the "Hey, Asshole" thread, but can someone please explain to why people refuse to shut their cellphones off in the theater and then do nothing to turn them off when they start to ring? And while we're at it, why do people feel a need to speak to with one another loudly during parts of the performance.

Just try to get a fucking cab in this fucking city at 4 fucking o'clock.

Do you want one of those t-shirts that say "Fuck you, you fucking fuck"?

Thanks, but it's already written all over my face.

I'm paraphrasing: "Good morning, this is your travel agent. We know you're leaving tomorrow but your passport is still in D.C."

The household filth that children generate.

(And Fantasty, I feel your horror...)

Any suggestions for allergy medication are welcome.

Sitting in the doctor's office and being forced to listen to really,really bad French pop music which is piped throughout the premises. Is this the best that several MDs could come up with? My dentist, on the other hand, offers patients a choice of tunes.

It could not be a colder,gloomier day here in NYC. It's like November.

Yes, effing freezing. Grey. Nasty. Drizzly. And still thick with pollen. Bah.

Making and freezing several quantities of rather good amatriciana for days when you can't be bothered to cook, and then discovering that pretty much all those quantities have been consumed by others in your absence, on days when they couldn't be bothered to cook.

I could only fit eight of ten days in the screen capture, but I think you get my drift:



What, I ask, is the difference between “chance of showers” and “showers possible” (see Thursday)? Or are they just trying (unsuccessfully, I predict) to prevent a mass shooting-of-selves-in-the-head?

But there's something so . . . enticing about waxing and waning gibbous.

A classic arctic conditions night at Shea. A sloppily played, badly pitched game. And they lost to the Yankees.

i steal only from the best. (itself a stolen line.)

“Old gibbous” is the one that always got my attention.

My son had a Friday night date with a young lady (high school junior prom). The limo(!??!!) was to drive him home after an evening of clubbing in NYC (at 4AM, I am only 20 minutes away from midtown). The girls parents were to see to this, in fact is was the sole condition for allowing him on this *date*. He starts his first day of work today and has been especially *ungrounded* so as not to disappoint this young lady at the last minute.

Well these irresponsible parents did *not* see to it. So at 5:45AM, I am up and off to Brooklyn - Bridgeview Diner in Bay Ridge - to pick him up. I get there inside of 40 minutes. The BQE is under massive Manhattan-bound construction, as is the area around 92nd St in Bay Ridge. So I pick him up and head across the Verrazanno Bridge. BUT, the Goethals Bridge is CLOSED 'till 8AM. FUCK!!

So I have to bust my Bayonne Bridge cherry and figure a way home from Staten Island/Bayonne/Jersey City, which I do (just point the car North) and he gets to work on 45 minutes of sleep and I get to work on about 4 hours. All quite aggravating.

The only redeeming moment was the 5:30AM "wake-up" call to the girls parents thanking them for the pleasure.

Based on the condition of my son; I can only suspect that this group of kids, if as resourceful as I was at that age, had an interesting night of pot, alcohol and group sex. But I think I'll let the little princess's parents discover that all by themselves.

Why spoil the surprise.

Oh yeah after the Thank-you, I hung up on 'em. Fuck them!

apart from the continued annoyance of every electrical applicance breaking down in my house, I came home on Friday to find my thriving coriander seedlings decimated by, I can only assume, a sodding cat. Are cats renowned for their love of this herb?

Posts that are just links to online articles.

Here's my annoyance for the day. I get into work early and I can't fucking login to my computer at my desk.

woke up after only 4 hours sleep. then itunes threw the following cheery early-morning, no-sleep playlist at me:

fat lip: what's up fat lip?
lata mangeshkar: hamne dekhi hai
beatles: you never give me your money
beautiful south: rotterdam (or anywhere)
simon and garfunkel: bookends
mamas and the papas: california dreaming
elliott smith: needle in the hay

i think i'm going to go kill myself now.

oh, and the itunes 4.8 update for windows is a waste of time

Premenstrual and a full moon. Out of kindness to friends and family, I should probably lock myself in a closet until Wednesday or so.

Just got my ass handed to me by the judge at motion hour. Ouch.

In the mail was a prospective juror's questionnaire for Federal District Court.

mowing the fucking lawn.

somehow the grass has grown pretty long, and there's a lot of tall weeds too. all we have is a crap little lawnmower from the property mgmt. company. tried running it over a patch but everythign just bends instead of getting mowed. and then before i could try again it started raining, which means i won't be able to try again for another couple of days and that everything will get longer.

It's finally getting hot enough that I'm missing winter.

Two coworkers discussing, in detail, babies and their diapers. I was about to have my lunch.

I like being called for jury duty.

While the rest of the country suffers in record heat, we in Maine are about to suffer our seventh rainy weekend in a row, and our temps have been under fifty for about as long.

Printers out of ink and it's 1.5 hr round trip to the store. Least it's in a town with great restaurant's, so I will have a good lunch.

f#@K!!!!!!!!!

I finally had some time this morning to download pics from Dubai restaurants and some other stuff for the board and found my 2 month old Sony Cybershot 7.2 's LCD screen is cracked. I don't even remember dropping it or doing anything...

VERY ANNOYED. It's going to cost me half the price of the camera to get it fixed.