I see what you're saying, but all she wants is a copy of one article, which should be easier than access to the library.

The article, if it exists, is on a very specific topic with extremely searchable terms. Wouldn't take any digging to find it. I admit I was hoping for a "you look it up and email the digital version to me, I send you piles of cookies in the mail" kind of arrangement. I am looking into my public library, but we have had trouble in the past because we live in this weird unincorporated section of town that doesn't pay the right taxes for library use.

I'll ask the Jeebster and beyond

She says no, sorry :/ will keep asking around. is it a nutritional article?
I know the chief nutrition person at the U of M childrens hospital

Nah, it was a current events thing about a legal battle between Germany and an American company. I've exhausted American sources, and German references are hard to find because they're all in German and pre-internet to boot. But I have it on relatively good authority that it made the front page of the Independent, sometime during the case.

Since I was a kid, I have struggled with feelings of being "left out" and "forgotten about." I put these in quotes, because, to be honest, I'm not sure how much of it is rooted in reality. It certainly happened as a kid, but as an adult, it's hard for me to judge how much it happens. I suspect that, because it happened as a kid, I'm hyper-sensitive to it now...so any appearance of it happening unnerves me. I attempt to be subtle in how I address it as well...though sometimes, I'm as subtle as a bull in a china shop.

I dunno...I tend to "feel" things far more than many people. The littlest things (both happy and sad) tend to bring heightened responses to me upon recollection.

I just took a Myers-Briggs test...I've heard they're considered garbage now, but I don't care. I tend to be INFP or INFJ. Today's result: on the borderline of all 4 fields...fucking kidding me?!

Driving home this morning from the weekly grocery shop, I could see blue flashing lights on a vehicle about a quarter of a mile behind me and travelling in the same direction.
I was approaching a roundabout and worked out that the best place to move over would be the other side of the roundabout and before two lanes merged into one.
The plan worked well and several vehicles behind and one in front did likewise.
The emergency vehicle came into sight and had a clear path until... UNTIL...an Audi pulled out from the line behind me straight into the path of what turned out to be an ambulance first response car!
The Audi driver floored it and shot off down the road at about 60mph in a 30 limit.
Two possibilities occur to me. Was he so unobservant that he was completely unaware of the blue lights so just pulled out when he saw the opportunity to get past the slowing vehicles in front, or did he deliberately take advantage of the situation on a sod everybody else basis?
In rather blunt terms was he stupid or just a complete arse?

It didn't end there. A couple of minutes later, approaching another roundabout, a full size ambulance (flashing blues), travelling in the same direction as the first vehicle, came into view and everyone moved into the left lane to let it past.
Guess what happened next? Exactly. Another vehicle moved out of the slowing line of traffic to position itself for a right turn and obstructed the ambulance!
Eventually light dawned and the errant driver pulled over.

I'm fortunate in not having to drive much these days, which is just as well as it means I don't encounter the stupid and/or aggressive too often.
I do not profess to Papal infallibility, I'm only human and I make mistakes as well but some of the things you see on the road are enough to make your hair curl.

Rant mode disengaged.

Well, give them the benefit of the doubt, and assume brainfarts.

"Oooh, look everyone's moved over just for meee. That's nice, innit?"

:p:

Very charitable, sir! ;)

Most people are not deliberately malicious. At least not most of the time. It's more like lack of thinking.

Not to mention a lack of attention to what's going on all around. Like, you know, what's in your rear view mirror.

Which is why it's a fucking miracle more people don't die in fiery auto crashes every day.

Already on monday:
Since I changed jobs in June to look after wife and kid, I also went to get some sports classes : yoga and indoor spinning
I started in September, and with a 1h-jogging session every 1-2 weeks I dropped 3kg and feel much better.
Yoga is great, 1,5h on Monday evening. Lots of stretching, dynamic exercices and just a little bit meditation and not too much of esoterics. The Yogi was a end 50'ish man, rather strict (a little bit like a good instructor from the army). This went well until monday.
I got a flyer at the reception telling me that the yogi was not coming anymore and that there would be a replacement. Decision coming from the management. The receptionist couldn't tell more. This is quite upsetting as none of the regulars have been asked if we were satisfied or not.
The replacement was kind of ok, but too much talking and music and chanting (which I will not certainly not do)... I wouldn't say that yoga is just a form of gymnastics for me but I'm more into the effort for body and mind than the spiritual thing.
The replacement told us that she had been asked on Friday to take over the classes, so i'm "mildly" irritated that the management was not able to inform us earlier than monday evening about their decision.

Didn't get better yesterday. Now I know about the full moon and the impact on my stomach and we chanted (well they did) for peace and love...
I guess I have to find something else to do on Monday evenings

disappoint.

Pi, have you tried laughing out loud when the chanting starts?

If you're gonna quit, might as well get thrown out, I always say.:D

Yoga joints are everywhere over here, ranging from super groovy to secular corporate in style. I went to one for a while that was devoid of mystical spiritual BS and the most I had to suffer through was a Namaste with a little bow at the the end.

Maybe keep looking?

Libillies (the hillbillies who hang around the public library talking loudly, playing games on their phones loudly, and generally being rude and annoying...they're not reading or anything like that, they're just out in public with their LOOK AT ME mentality because they don't even know they elicit feelings of disgust and pity.) Isn't there a farm or a circus or a tattoo parlor somewhere where they could hang out?

Yes, it's very ungenerous of me. :right:

Yeah but, I totally understand. I'm in Hicksville middle Hoosierland, doncha know.

:p:

At least it's not Ohio!

Glitter in the mouse pad.

Fuck.

Hoosierland - pfff.

Buckeyesville - please.

Kentucky - Bastion of Modern Culture

:devil:

I found these neat little vases on the net.

http://cellar.org/2016/3D printed.jpg

They're 3-D printed, 10cm high, several colors, gloss and flat black, recommended for dry arrangements or stand alone, $85 each.

Then way down at the bottom, in the small print, it says all photographs are of the original ceramic pieces. :(
Some of the 3-D printed stuff I've seen is rather rough surfaced. These may not be but show me a goddamn picture of what you're selling.
If you're selling Delicious, don't show me a picture of a Granny Smith.

What's mildly irritating you today?
 

I (apparently) have a head cold.

Shit.

I can't complain, I guess. Momdigr's been nursing one for a week, I guess it was inevitable. Popdigr has it, too, I think. It's not too bad, really. I'm kinda thick-headed (shut yer mouth), but, no runny nose, or sinus headaches (yet). Just that weird one-side-of-my-head-is-one-pressure-the-other-side-is-another-type things, and I can't hear like I could yesterday.

Shit.

Now, who can I give this to?

Kill it with alcohol. :drool:

The little baby microwave oven at work, suitable for warming a small dish of leftovers, or a cup of coffee, etc. It's not very sophisticated, but it has a digital display and a rotating glass plate inside. That's the part that I find irritating. The programming on the damn thing is all one button and go. 1 for one minute, 2 for two minutes, etc. The thing is at low counter height so I have to lower my forearm a few inches to put the coffee mug in. Close the door and press 2 (or 1) same shit happens. It starts up, irradiating my coffee while rotating the turntable. Without exception, when I put the mug in using my right hand, the handle is at the OPTIMAL location (about 4 o'clock), at then end of the cooking cycle, it's way the fuck over at 11 or 12 or 9 or something. I have to manually scoot the turntable around, DJ scratch style to wind the handle back to me in the only place I can reach.

Why did you decide that an integer number of minutes translates to a fractional number of rotations Mr Engineer? Now, if the microwave oven itself was installed a foot higher, I could have a greater range of motion for my retrieving hand, but no. I find it irritating Every. Damn. Day.

It won't die.

I just got an email from Billy saying he got my Christmas card. :( I mailed it the first week in December and it cost me close to $5. Talk about a slow boat to China, when he was in Europe it took days.

Because if you are not a little annoyed you will not upgrade to the more expensive one when it blows up one week after the warranty expires. And if you are a lot annoyed, you will change brand.

Have you considered stopping it a few seconds earlier?

More accurately it's what irritated me yesterday.
I did the usual grocery shopping and, when waiting at the checkout, saw that the lady behind me only had three small items, probably for her lunch at work.
As I had a trolley load of stuff I asked if she would like to go in front of me.
She accepted and, in fairness, offered profuse thanks. They were scanned in seconds and then... and then... the fun started.
A lot of ferreting about in her purse for the number of coins required produced nothing.
Then the same exercise with folding money was similarly fruitless, so there was nothing for it but to pay by card and a search for one that she could use eventually succeeded.
However it didn't end there because a money off coupon had to be located before matters could be successfully concluded.
Tolstoy could have written one of his longer chapters in the time all this took.
I know the lady on the checkout quite well and 'knowing glances' were exchanged during this saga.
I never quite understood the phrase 'no good deed ever goes unpunished'. I do now.:headshake

Your generosity with your time caught her by surprise and discombobulated her. By the time your trolley load of stuff had been processed, she would have been ready for the cashier. It was all your doing. [/devil's advocate]

Mea culpa! ;)

That's how it works, a good deed goes to shit and it's always your fault, hence the punishment.;)

Welcome to my world.

I saw this notice...
I was all fired up to see this. :blush:
But then...
Aw crap, burst my bubble, not what I pictured. :mad:

No coffee and no internet at work, on a monday morning...
Going from mildly to heavily irriated...

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Oooo, that's brutal, inhumane, and not nice. :comfort:

Although an excellent opportunity to get some work done for your employer!

Reminds me of this Richard Brautigan story,

"Depositing the shadow of her refrigerator" has become shorthand for all such situations in my household.

That skeleton is looking better by comparison now, isn't he?

I'd blame the bank manager for not opening a second counter.

Having no coffee is not helping me getting some work done!
Today is better and now I know that we had a DDOS attack against state servers yesterday morning.

What the hell? I'm over here trying to think that turning 50 shortly is no real big deal. This isn't helping.

There was an article in one of the Southern California papers about a rescue in the Angeles National Forest. It referred to the rescued person as an "elderly hiker", then went on to note that the person was 52.:mad: (Finds bat, goes looking for the author........)

Yeah, I turn 50 in ~18 months, that didn't help me either.:neutral:

When I was about to turn 40 I figured no big deal, one day older than yesterday, nothings changed. But my ex and the guy we shared the house with were making a big deal of it, and that annoyed me. For years they insisted turning 40 was traumatic for me. Yeah, because of you bastards. :rolleyes:

Forty bothered me a little bit.

I was officially old.:thepain:

Wait till you hit 70. :eyebrow:

Heh, I'll be tickled shitless to turn 70. Not really expecting it to happen, though.

Gonna be 57 this year. I still feel like I can't decide what I want to be when I grow up.

no fucking way!

52 and no intention of adulting.

60 and no intention of growing up.

TV commercial(s)...
Some ads are $49 down and $149 a month. :mad:
They're obviously predators targeting people who have already shown they either don't understand, or can't handle, credit.
Right, "never been a better time"... or worse time, or any time. You'll pay through the nose and several other orifices.
"Your new car" Yes, new to you, but it ain't going to be ones they show in the ads, likely a piece of shit that was left over because nobody bid at the Mannheim auction. After all, somebody as irresponsible as you can't be trusted with a car worth money.
All these ads, regardless of the terms, give a phone number but no location.
I guess it wouldn't be up to Mad Men standards to say Rosie's Junkyard after midnight.

This whole business model doesn't affect me in any way I know of, and most TV ads are annoying, but for some reason these ads grate more. :eyebrow:

Starlings. Those things are irritating me today. Invasive, aggressive, screechy Sturnus vulgaris, the Eurasian Common Starling. They look exactly like what they are: nasty, greasy little flying trash bags. Around here, they eat garbage any time the dumpster lids are up, then go sift the playground sand for more garbage while crapping all over the playground. They want the fruit in the tree in front of my window, which is some kind of either crabapple or dogwood near as I can tell (Botany isn't a life science field I'm good with), but so do our native robins and cedar waxwings. So I'm chasing ever-increasing numbers out of that tree and off to other ones, hoping this will be one of the years the huge waxwing flock finds the tree and strips it in 2 days :).

At least grabbing my camera gives my loony butt a reason to be out in the wet and cold, standing under a leafless tree. And running up and down our stairs is the only exercise I get until I'm back in physical therapy or rockhounding season starts (which is like June around here depending on the elevation--some great sites aren't even accessible until mid-August).

...only to have my 'gritching' (portmanteau of 'grumbling' and 'bitching) interrupted by...

(Unladylike words here) STARLINGS. Ugh. If it starts raining I'm gonna have to bust out the ancient Canon with the hitchy lens cover--not risking the big fancy camera I know little about that my dad got me a couple Christmases ago!

My thoughts exactly; you took the words out of my mouth.

Gotta admit that surprised me!

He's old.

I won't be old for another ~18 months.:D

I will be 55 in 13 days.

55...:facepalm:

Hey, do senior discounts start now?

Oh, and chemo is extremely irritating.