Goddamn, I fucking hate glitter.

Holy shit! I just got a few more Christmas cards in the mail. The goddamned things were covered in it! Now that shit is all over. Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck glitter!

I pulled glitter out of my eye this morning.

The kids are watching "Short Circuit," a bad 80s robot movie that I loved as a kid and wanted to share with them.

There is SO MUCH swearing in this thing. It's a Disney movie, for fuck's sake! We don't make a big deal about language, but it's like they're watching The Wire up there...

Dis assemble? Number 5 is alive!

Please forgive me for posting yet another picture of the damage caused by Badgers.
Generally speaking, it's an easy enough job to roll back the turf and end up with a reasonable end result without too much effort.
Unfortunately, the last visit was overnight last Saturday/Sunday after which the frost set in. It hasn't been out of the ground since then.
Under those circumstances it is impossible to even attempt a repair job. The temperature is forecast to rise over the next couple of days so I might be able to have a go on Friday.

Good job we don't have Wildebeest in this country.

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You could trap them and sell them. A small sideline business, perhaps?

:o:o:o

I Emailed the same picture to a mate. He offered to lend me a mouse trap. :facepalm:

Actually, I'm not going to be too harsh on the creatures. For years they were persecuted before they were afforded legal protection and the only time most people ever saw one was when it had been killed on the road.

It was rare indeed to ever see one alive, let alone have them visit your garden. Farmers aren't too keen on them as they can carry Bovine TB and experimental licensed culls have been carried out in areas where the disease is a significant problem. The outcome of the culls has been far from conclusive and feelings run high on both sides of the debate.

I'm prepared to give them the benefit of the doubt.

I like your garden. Maybe not the badger mess, but the rest is nice. Fairly large too by UK standards, isn't it?

Yes, it's not a bad size, all things considered.
The bungalow is set back from the road which is an advantage but the plot is a little on the narrow side.
The back garden slopes quite markedly and then plunges steeply to a stream. Dad was a keen gardener and I suspect that I am a disappointment to him in that respect as well as several others, but I manage to keep it reasonably tidy.
Let's be honest, I'm never going to trouble the judges at the next Royal Horticultural Society Show. :eyebrow:

You have a stream? That's cool. It will come in handy during the zombie apocalypse.

But of course, that drunk driver who ran over your children was only drunk because he's been bullied as a child which let to a series of broken marriages and losing lottery tickets. So you can't be too hard on him.

Prepared to give them(him) the benefit of the doubt?
Sir, that's how empires are lost! :eyebrow:

Yield to no badger!

Cede no ground!

Well, not with an attitude like that, you won't.

:p:

Badgers? We don't need no stinkin' badgers!!

Booo. Hiss, booo.

:p:

Here in about an hour or so, Ima walk into Little Caesar's and buy every Hot 'n' Ready pizza they got.

If they got any.



ETA: I ain't really feeling it this year. I bet I'm in bed by 10.

Missed it by thirty minutes.

Nothing wrong with being alone with your penis. ;)

Good lord NFL get some professional referees.

See, here's the thing: Benny apologized to everyone for his failure to bring the game through. But, little known fact...except as told by Benny...he had some whiplash. HE HAD SOME WHIPWHASH! But he played through, after flopping like a soccer player. Poor Benny. So it's not his fault really, but he's following his publicist's guidance. Benny needs some creds. Flop, cred, flop, cred.

It must be the referees' fault. Of course! :lol:

lol

Nah, they played a terrible game, but the refs did take a touchdown off the board when a Raven soccer flopped to create the illusion of a hold and Miller was sent off the field by the refs to check for a concussion on a helmet to helmet tackle that somehow went without a flag.

I know you hate Ben because he is a worse person than Johnny Manziel, but he was injured on that play and should have been sidelined. How'd the Browns make out in the first round?

Re: NFL Bad Lip Reading

:lol2:

One of the kitchen lights got re-angled o it was shining straight in my eyes when I looked up at beest in the doorway. I is blinded :(

I'm usually good with knives. I am very careful about putting them upside down in the dish drainer and such. But today I reached into the sink to grab a plate and forgot I had my most best and serrated lifetime of sharpness knife in there. I sliced the crap out of my right pinkie finger. It stopped bleeding, but it is important for typing the letter P, and for enter, and for right shifting. It's so sore! That will learn me!

Sorry about your finger

Whs^

Me too WHS^^

Heh...thanks! That was the response I was hoping for. It's not so sore this morning.

Glad it's feeling better.

It's still sore, and getting sorer because it's right on the spot where my right pinky hits the keys when typing. But when I first did it I was worried I might need stitches so I'm glad it was just a flesh wound. I'm not at a part at work where I'm typing all the time so that's good, because I have to go slow and try not to hit the cut when shifting, ending a sentence, etc and so on. ;) (And typing the semi colon for a winkie smilie.)

Two finger typing has its merits sometimes.

Today I am being horrendously irritated by grubby people, and dog-mouths.
The grubby people aren't dirty, they just want to grub about in things. Their crinkly carrier bags, their paper bags with pasties in, crisp packets and ridiculously small bags that seem to contain their whole lives. The man next to me has just spent the best part of five minutes unpacking and he's still not done! He's now unfolding a MAP. Mate, you've just grubbed out a laptop and charger and you are sat at a computer desk.

The dog-mouths don't have smelly breath. They just make constant mouth noises. Sometimes eating noisily, sometimes just seemed to chew their own cheeks. SHUT UP. Sadly I've found when you smash their noses flat into their face (which would serve them right) they actually get noisier, so I've had to give that up.

I think my blood sugar level might have dropped.

LOL

I'm not sorry about your finger; I'm sorry about ur finger.

Snickers hit the long ball on that one

fuck.
I work until 7 tonight, I close. the store closes at 7, I'm likely to have to work until 7:15,
7:30, cleaning. yet. I have to go to lunch at 12:30? really?

tha's messed up.

My car wouldn't start yesterday morning. I was leaving for work really early because planned to make a few stops first. It acted like it wanted to turn over but wouldn't stay started. Then the battery was obviously pissed off because then it was doing that clicky clicky thingy. It was very cold, with wind chill of minus 8 or something.

My wonderful sister in law packed up her granddaughter, my great niece who she watches, drove up here to get me and take me to work. I just stayed an extra hour, for being 45 minutes late, then the woman I assist goes right by my house so she was able to take me home. It wasn't a big deal, just, you know...

I had planned to take it into the shop today anyway as I suspect I'm losing another engine coil...it's been running rough. But now it's gone from 'run it into the shop and have them bring me home then wait for it to be done' to 'call my insurance for roadside assistance to get either a jump or a tow.' Oh, bother.

These are the times i hate being on the lonesome, because I hate asking for help and there isn't anyone who's obligated to help just by having the sheer luck of getting to live with me. Ha! ;)

Oh well. I found out we're closed on Monday for pres day and I get paid, even as a part-timer. So, there's that! (And still loving the job and the folks I work for, which is nice.)

I'm beginning to suspect that people like you. :)

I'm happy for you, infinite monkey! Even with the car trouble, things are looking good for you. You have a job you like, you have friends, family. It's outstanding!

Thanks! I'm doing so much better at focusing on those good things.

My car insurance makes roadside assistance so easy. So I'm less irritated than before. They're sending a truck to either jump my battery or tow me in, no charge. I mean, yeah, I pay for it, but it's worth it when stuff like this happens! Thanks, Flo!

Sounds like a new battery and a bottle of dry gas might be a solution.

Or not...

Roadside assister-in-laws are also a FSMsend.

I'll find out. It was towed a while ago. I hope it isn't much more than that, but like I said it's been running rough.

Yep, definitely a FSMsend. :)

You know how you have an author that you really like, and even though someone gave you their book for Christmas, you go ahead and spend an audiobook credit on it again because it's read by the author and you want to hear it in their own voice, and because the audiobook business model means those credits steadily rack up and you can't quite spend them fast enough with your average listening habits anyway... And then you learn something horrifying about this hero of yours, this brilliant writer, who somehow has gotten this far in life pronouncing words like "jewel-er-y" and "draw-rings," and you can't help but feel disappointed at the tarnishing of a once great idol?

Or maybe that's just me.

I experienced almost this very thing with an outdoor/gun writer named David E. Petzel. I'd read him for years and years and had a notion for what he sounded like, and that's the voice I would hear when I would read his stuff.

Then I heard his actual voice. Nothing wrong with it, but, it was SO very different from what my fragile, immature mind had come up with.

[/not just you]

Nahh, it's pretty common. So many cases of "they're beautiful until they open their mouths"

Got my car back. Battery. 130 bucks and that's no charge for labor. But it should start good from now on, hopefully. I guess I needed one. But it still doesn't run like it should so I suppose I'll hope it doesn't break again because I can't afford more repairs.

At least you have the power of self-locomotion again, that's good news. :thumbsup:

Thanks! It's funny how important that is in our lives. Even if I don't absolutely need to go anywhere, it's weird to not have transport. There isn't much public transportation to speak of here. First world problems I guess. :)

tell me about it. :( I had to turn my car over to the highschoolers. Beest takes me to work in the mornings and I walk the 3.5 miles home. It's been pretty bloody cold the last few days. Gotta stack up a few paychecks before we look for that third car, though

Losing self-locomotion has been the worst thing my father has had to come to terms with. Losing the ability to just get in the car and take himself somewhere ... for him, it's worse than death.

For some, it's a deliberate choice. At least the no driving part. SonofV will be 20 in April, but he does not have a driver's license, and is not interested in getting one. He's managed to get to where he needs to go by other means, naturally. And in Seattle, it's pretty easy to get from A to B and back via the bus.

Sure. My younger brother declined to get a driver's license until he was about 30, but he also lived in places where public transit was fantastic. For those who have always lived where no public transit exists, or who grew up when the ability to drive meant independence, it's a harder thing to give up. My father chose to give up driving, making a responsible decision as he realized his reflexes were just not what they should be, and his neurological disorder was playing havoc with his leg strength (he has also lost the ability to walk comfortably). He chose the time, but that didn't make it any easier.