The Sky is Falling Complaint Thread
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Wow. Regarding that "view from Portland" cloud, it wasn't many years before that thoughts would have turned to "duck and cover" if you didn't know about the volcano.
...forgot to include the part that I was on the train from Wisconsin to Seattle
We were about to pull out from the station when an announcement by the lead conductor came through the train that we were to get off and head back into the station. I'll never forget what he said:
"Mount St. Helens has just exploded"..
We held in Yakima for a few hours until they got the news that Seattle was not affected and as the tracks eventually turned northward further ahead so we would be out from under the worst of the ash plume. and in the clear.
My mum has hired a full time mouser. The mouser is getting old. This mouser isn't paid in money per say. She is paid in things that are useful for her such as food, snacks, attention and toys. Also forgot expensive vet bills.
Mt St. Helens eruption was so massive that we eventually got ash from it all the way on the east coast.
I am sensing I am burnt out. I have mentioned it to my therapist. I think the best course of action is to take a nap. Probably turning on relaxing music will counter balance the sound of a lawnmower near by.
I've discovered that often when people are burnt out, they become a complete ash.
I know I certainly did, until I rose like a Phoenix to become the creature I am today.
Ooh, small town excitement: While washing dishes (the high point of my morning), I noticed a town maintenance truck parked in the park across the street from me. They were putting up flags on every telephone pole in town, in preparation for the annual Memorial Day celebration parade. Wheee...
Ooh, Even more small town excitement: The next day..., now I notice that the town is digging out the drainage channel across the street bypassing the park. There's a culvert under the road to let the water from the hills on the north get to the wetlands(aka: swamp) on the south of the road. I never noticed that the drainage channel actually needed digging out, but who am I to question how the town spends its money? After all, it was the town who spent thousands of dollars on a decorative wooden bridge over the drainage channel from the park's 20 vehicle parking lot to a second parking lot 50 feet farther west, they created just in case there was a flood of people visiting the park at once and they had to get across the usually dry rocks of the drainage channel without having to walk ten feet out of their way to cross by on the edge of the highway.
That expensive fancy bridge was removed after about 10 years of sitting unused, yet requiring yearly maintenance. I've never seen more than a dozen cars parked in the park's primary parking lot at any one time.
The second parking lot is now used by the town to dump snow in the winter, or a temporary pile of gravel during summer road repairs, and sometimes to park a maintenance truck while the driver sits in it having lunch.
It gets more use than the primary park's parking lot.
I don't understand why. The park is actually quite nice. Somebody tends the flower beds, and keeps the the cement walkways swept, as well as the covered picnic pavilion, and the big flag pole painted. The grass is kept mowed, and once in a while a high school graduation party is held there about this time of year. There used to be one or two church bake sales, and local small band concerts attended by a handful of friends & family, but since Covid days, that has pretty much evaporated. But the park still looks nice from my kitchen window. No complaints.
The church bake sales were my favorite. I could toddle across the street and pick up some brownies, a couple pieces of homemade pie, a soft drink, and sometimes a plate of barbeque chicken, baked beans, macaroni salad, and corn on the cob for just a few dollars. Mmmm..., homemade baked beans.
There is one use that the park gets regularly. Almost every day during the warm months, a few teen guys will gather to play basketball on the small paved court. Good on 'em.
Why do some people confuse WiFi with internet?
Complaint: Still no DelMonte unsalted canned Sweetcorn from Amazon after a week, it's not even been shipped yet. A few weeks ago I'd ordered a 12 can flat but it hadn't been delivered after 10 days, so a week ago I cancelled the order, but found and ordered a 24 can case for about the same price as the12 can flat. But that order too hasn't even been shipped yet. (Must be inbetween corn seasons, or the 3rd party vendor had a run on corn.)
So, I cancelled the 2nd order and went looking in the Amazon catalog for a different source. No luck finding a similarly priced 24 can deal. Either too expensive or not sold in bulk (12 can flat, or 24 can case). Eventually though, and after some simple math, I found a 4-pack of cans for a slightly higher price per can(just a few pennies), so I ordered six 4-packs to yield 24 cans and use up the refund from the case that I'd just cancelled. But upon checking out, the order failed because there was a limit of five 4-packs per order. (**Sigh*)
OK, just gimme the five, and the order went through. Now I get to see if this 3rd attempt gets delivered in a timely manner. 
Why do some people confuse the Internet with the Web?
Why do some people confuse the "Pepper's Ghost" technology with a hologram?
Non-complaint: I toddled up to the local grocery store this morning to get salad greens & fresh fruit and a few other things that ended up being two nearly full cloth bags to carry home. I got about half way home and sat down in a convenient place to rest my knees and catch my breath for the 2nd half of the trip. I happened to be in front of the place where I got my parlor chairs from the household sale last week. And the same lady who sold me my chairs happened to be outside nearby and asked if I'd like a ride the rest of the way home. I could have made it, but a ride is always appreciated. Wheee...
It said my profile was viewed 9288 times. What are they expecting to find? Or was it just crawled by a search engine 9280 times?
Tuesday.
One of my favorite pastimes is using the AI to just turn everybody into Black girls.
Oh what a darling... she reminds me of my Russian Blue when he was getting into his twilight years. May she and your mum have much wonderful time and good memories together. And bless your mum for adopting an older pet. So often they get passed over, and they deserve comfort and love.
Complaint: PBS Kids has a section on its video app dedicated to little knowledge infomercials... word of the week, little spots about holidays, and the like. Well, this one is about Father's Day. It tells you to wish your dad a happy one because "Every dad deserves a happy father's day!"
So what's that tell the kids with abusive dads? With dads who are more interested in their new spouse and stepkids than their bio-kids? Or just interested in their own hobbies and whatnot? With dads who walked out and they couldn't even pick them out of a lineup if they tried?
No, every dad does NOT deserve a happy father's day.
This is right up there with the one for grandparents' day (again, assuming you have grandparents, and they're worth celebrating) that says that "maybe just this once, you could let them pinch your cheeks?"
...great lesson for the kiddos: guilt them into relinquishing bodily autonomy because it's someone's "special day" so what they want to do to you matters more than how you feel about it.
There are a lot of great things that come out of PBS, but this is awful. And there's no way to filter it out of the available videos.
Is that not something that's done where you are? (Genuinely curious...)
No, it isn't generally done here in the UK, probably because we're all such miserable gits. Or possibly because unless you've been to a store 50+ times you're not usually even greeted with eye contact or some terrifying level of unwarrantedly intrusive, personal-space-destroying interaction like 'Good Morning'. Never, ever, as you leave do the till assistants say more than 'Goodbye' unless they are a personal friend you see outside the work context. For a till assistant I've met just this second to order me to "Have a good day!" (because it's always stated with an exclamation mark, which makes it an order) in a disgustingly, infuriatingly happy and chirpy way, well, the've not earned the right to tell me what to do and they can just.. just go away. Gaah.
This is a very crowded and small island, so the English (and I do mean English, not Scots, Welsh or Irish who usually do things differently) tend to respond to this by trying to ignore everyone else wherever in near proximity to strangers. As an example: If you go on a London Underground ride, the chances are that the only people talking to each other are tourists from abroad. The English will probably be the ones sitting in stony silence until they can get to talk to their companions in privacy, not that any other English person would be so rude as to even indicate that they've overheard someone else's conversation if it were so impolitely held where it could be overheard.
OK, that's a slight exaggeration of what happens, but there's a lot more than a grain of truth in it.
Regards,
Richard
No one in the US is ordering anyone to have.a nice day.
"Have a nice day," even if said with an exclamation point is understood to mean: "(May you) have a nice day."
It is meant to be pleasant.
I thought that the English invented pleasant.
Oh, and have a nice day!
No. It's my turn for a miserable one. Thanks.
Well, it's Wednesday. Makes it mid week which is not weekend, so it's a workday which is always miserable.
I don't think it's ever been claimed that the English are always pleasant. They try to be polite. But it's possible to be exquisitely polite while being deeply unpleasant. ;)
Regards,
Richard
Ah, TJohn, my good man!
Delightful weather we're having today. The birds are singing. The river is calm. And even if only for a fleeting imaginary moment, all is well with the world.
My regards to you and your good lady, and a wonderful day to you both!
Yours Truly,
An English Gentleman
Um, "have a good day" is not a command. It is a colloquial, shortened well-wishing parting comment. Think of it as if it were expressed as "[I hope you] have a good day", or "may your day be unstressful". Of course the person had a priceless expression, because of all the perceived miserableness that leads to snappy, snarky comments, it was not extinquished by passing it on. My experience in England with the standoffishness was just as shocking to me.
We are having a great day. It started when I called my manager and said I'm not coming. We have these windows and the sun rises and shines through the window blinds on the north and east sides, lighting the room as if we had the light turned on. And the birds were really chirping this morning. They do that every morning. I like the sound. We've got the most mowed lawn on the block. And there is no shortage of oat milk... I think oat milk is better than real milk for coffee. I think my favorite part of it all is not having anything to do. That gives me time to do things. I don't know if I will actually do anything, but there is time.
What's the saying, 'Two Countries separated by a common language'? There are some things that are very different in each, and the fact we use the a very similar language in sometimes very similar ways masks what can be significant differences in the way the world is viewed.
Regards,
Richard
I’ve heard British people say a few things that I don’t think I’ve ever heard an American say. Things like, “This is the only thing that makes sense”. And I’ve wondered why I don’t hear that over here. Why don’t more people ask if anything actually makes sense? It’s like the people here are satisfied that if enough people believe something or enough people say the same thing, it’s true. Or somebody else has already thought about this so they don’t have to. But I’ve always appreciated people who do their own thinking before accepting something as true, particularly if it affects a lot of people. Even if separating from me usually follows, “this is the only thing that makes sense”, at least they thought about it.
I don’t get annoyed by people telling me to have a good day. I get annoyed by people telling me things that are lies. I think the most annoying one is when a person who doesn’t want to help me (or wants to work against me) says, “more than happy”. It typically involves them saying they would be “more than happy” to do something that doesn’t help but they’re definitely not going to do what they actually should do. And anybody with the nerve to say this probably feels like they have an advantageous position over the person they’re saying it to. Something like “I’d be more than happy to reassign you to another less desirable area but there is no way I’m going to investigate the complaint you filed”.
First of all, they wouldn’t be happy to do anything. It’s a lie. Second, what is “more than happy”? Like, would you be very happy? Very, very happy? Third, maybe I would be more than happy to ram a fist down their throat.
And I think withholding part of the truth is just as bad as a lie or maybe worse.
I’ve lied before. I’ve withheld truth before. I don’t know if I’m any better or worse than those people. I don’t know why I’m saying this. I’m going to make more coffee.
Eek! I decided I don't want to watch final destination. I didn't want to watch it. I was refusing to watch it.
Now I was just talked into watching Final Destination.
But then that pic doesn't work anymore. The image is of actress Tuesday Weld. Thus the joke about Tuesday.
I wish delivery drivers and so on a good day. But then, I shocked the Sainsbury's driver a while back by lifting the yet-to-be-emptied box so he could slide an empty one under it to support it for easier unpacking; apparently everyone else expected him to do the full rearrangement while they just looked on, so maybe I am weird (er than isa lready known).