The Things Which Could Be Worse Need Cats To Make Them Better Complaint Thread
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is there a stistic on how many people have passed away waiting for disability?
i'm in suffolk county.theres an ima place on vets hwy bout half hour from me.
disability is sending me to hempstead in nassau county for my physical.
to get there, suffolk paratrabsit is sending my paper work to nassau's able ride.
suffolk says they can drop me at 1 of 2 malls where the nassau bus can transfer me.
my physical appt is going to be an all day odyssey.
when i complained why cant i go to suffolk ima, lady on the phone said if i dont make it to the hempstead appt my disability application would be declined.
whiskey tango foxtrot.
my sept hospital stay started when i passed out waiting for a bus
Well played Chohole! Brava!
Such is the debate I must endure far too often. As a Canuck transplant into the US... SW... Arizona even (spoken in my best Snagglepuss voice [with accent]), My (apparently) thick Canadian accent offends peoples' sensibilities. To hear them, you'd think I was Sean Connery (I wish) or Scotty from Star Trek. I'd have been lynched but for the grace of Bill Gates' magical spelling gadget. I cannot remember how many times I'd get lambasted by my editor for the atrocious spelling I posessed. At which time I had to remind her that the entire reason she'd hired me in the first place was that I fluently spoke "The Queen's English" and not some devolved jabber that was unintelligible out-of-state. Though, I have to admit. England (and by extension Great Britain) aren't much better with local dialects and accents.
I also must, sadly, admit that: "Stay where ye'r to, bye and I'll come where ye'r at." is a purely Canadian (Newfoundland) invention.
@ Subtropic Pixel - If one has a jelly doughnought, then one has a plate full of preserves.
Import at a larger scale; much larger
Okay. I want to watch my firetv stick but I need to move my computer so I can use it while watching the tv. Or move the “tv” to a different spot.
hmmm I can move the printer to another location too. That might work.
Although I now reside in Wales I grew up not too far from London, my Father was a civil servant and thus middle class, mother was a wee bit posher still, or so my maternal grandmother felt. So I grew up speaking English with ( as Daddy insisted) no accent at all. In fact a Canadian friend (from Quebec) once heard me speak on the radio and said I had what he called "A generic English accent". I consider myself British rather than English, with plenty of celtic genes from both sides and a Welsh surname from marriage, but do speak the Queen's english. I do get annoyed when the spellchecker argues with my perfectly correct spelling.
I am waiting to see if someone will PayPal me some funds or not today. Wish that person would tell me yeah or nay so I will know.
Does anyone make a plugin or such that will let you decided which languages' spelling you want to use?
..so how are you supposed to stay in contact with your job and your Mum? How are you supposed to call an Uber or taxi to get home? You (or if they were gifts from family, they) paid for those items, that would amount to theft.
You seriously need to contact your caseworker or state social services department and get into a better place. The way they are treating you is completely abusive, heartless, and I would think, illegal (certainly would be in my state and they would risk being shut down).
Douglas Rain, the voice of HAL 9000 died today. Stan Lee died today too. 'Nuff said.
.,,just saw the thread about Mr. Lee.
This is a two hour render WIP I did to work for the PC contest. Something seems wrong with her forehead.
monday
lunadi
moon day? lunatic day?
on the grass
That's a good question. I wonder if using the translator app would work? Probably not.
Dana
Dana
Got to keep the lunies off the grass!
Dana
In Canada lunies are spendable..
...
...Montag (noch hier).
Considering the bird on the coin, I'd think that would be spelled Loonies (it is a Loon).
Dana
I know, but the pun wouldn't have been as good if I'd spelled it right.
Either that or one could picture a giant with a pocket full of inmates from an insane asylum, trading them for a pack of gum. 
Complaint: Been nursing a very sprained ankle for a week. The pain isn't that bad now, but the swelling and bruising is still very bad. Just got off the walker and onto a cane. Says a bit about me that I possess my own walker I guess.
Non-complaint: Still not dead yet.
eek i tried saving a pdf 104kb as an ole object in my 1.2mb sds tracker database, db file size jumped to 7mb whiskey tango hotel
is it saving a pdf reader inside the ole field?
*cough*cough* where da ree coh laaah
heard is going down to the 20F degreeses tnite. eek is a soggy day. hope the rain puddles dont ice over.
tried to be nice and put on a fresh pot o coffee in the breakroom. made it too strong >.<
no lotto numbers today.
really,really dreading the buses trips to heampstead. heampstead kinda ugly. mebbe they planted more trees there in the last 30 years.
when did Journey songs become oldies? street light peee pul livin to find emoooh shuuuns
by comparison, pink floyd ancient oldies?
The lunatic is on the grass
The lunatic is on the grass
Remembering games and daisy chains and laughs
Got to keep the loonies on the path
The lunatic is in the hall
The lunatics are in my hall
The paper holds their folded faces to the floor
And every day the paper boy brings more
And if the dam breaks open many years too soon
And if there is no room upon the hill
And if your head explodes with dark forebodings too
I'll see you on the dark side of the moon
All that you touch
All that you see
All that you taste
All you feel.
All that you love
All that you hate
All you distrust
All you save.
All that you give
All that you deal
All that you buy,
beg, borrow or steal.
All you create
All you destroy
All that you do
All that you say.
All that you eat
And everyone you meet
All that you slight
And everyone you fight.
All that is now
All that is gone
All that's to come
and everything under
the sun is in tune
but the sun
is eclipsed by the moon.
Microsoft has always included (generically) localized spell checkers (English (US), English(Can), English (UK), etc.). My problem is speaking English (Can) in an English (US) environment.
I believe the French spell it Lundi (Lundi, Mardi, Mecredi, etc.) ... and... yes, it's Moon-day, Mars-day, Mercury-day.
playing with win7 widgets
liking these,( is hard to read tiny tray time)
Non-complaint: No DAZing today. It's Tuesday, one of my two get-out-of-the-house days. Yay!
Drove uptown to pick up yet another prescription from the drugstore. Went for lunch at the cheap Chinese food place. (Needed to practice my chopsticking.) Dropped in at the local "BigLots" discount store and found a beautiful bedroom nightstand that matches my bed. Pondered hard but decided to buy it as a 6-days before my birthday present. Now it's bought & paid for.
Complaint: The hunky store minions
loaded my nightstand box into my car but now I'm home and I can't lift the $#$@#@& thing to get it out of my car. 
And now it's snowing again. 
Non-complaint: While driving home from the store I heard beautiful music from my car radio. I knew the music, well. I could predict what came next in the melody, but for the life of me I couldn't remember which piece it was nor even who wrote it.
I was pretty sure it was a symphony because it appeared to be developing as a 4-movement orchestral construct (fast, slow, medium, fast) Finally, somewhere in the 3rd movement my brain kicked into gear and the lightbulb went off and I yelled out the composer's name "Чайковский"! 
Then the problem was trying to deduce which Tchaikovsky symphony it was. I knew it wasn't #1 (i.e. "Winter Dreams"), nor #2 ("Little Russian") and it definitely wasn't #6 ("Pathetique"). That left #'s 3, 4, & 5 I delayed my arrival at home so that I could hear the final movement and finally realized that the grandiosity of it meant that it had to be #5 (no nickname) But what attracted me this time was not the grand finish in the 4th movement, but the beauty of the theme of the 2nd movement. It was so beautiful, it was like I'd never really listened to it before. 
The melody beginning its slow undulating development in the 2nd movement at 16:13 and climaxing at 25:10 brought me to tears through to the end of that movement. 
Tchaikovsky: Symphony #5 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8pmdlgKalyQ
2nd movement at 15:16
3rd movement at 29:13
4th movement at 43:19
The absorption of classical music is a lifelong process. Yet regardless of how far we explore into the far corners of the vast and various branches of it we always eventually rediscover the strengths of the great pieces and composers. It's always the great pieces that bring me back to tears but never the academic or unusual.
The great classical pieces are palaces of sound.
I am waiting for my ride home. I am cold. Brrrr!
If I run to the lady’s room now, my ride will be here sooner than if I stay sitting here waiting for them.
That sounds a bit like the logic we used to use when waiting for a bus. THey had changed the rules so smoking was not allowed on the buses, so Murphy's law said that if you sparked up a ciggy the bus would arrive.