I just rode in the hotel elevator with Naoko Mori... Tosh from Torchwood.

Take that, suckas!

(I said, "We really enjoyed your panel today; it was incredibly fun," and she got all glowy and said "Thank you!" and then I got off the elevator. Poor Veira wasn't even with me.)


Also, Nate just left, and I got teary-eyed. An hour or so just isn't enough time to make up for a whole year. :{

Is there an actual Mom and Pop Aquarium supply store and has a decent selection on freshwater fish? The shop I used to go to Aquatic Variations in Mountain View, closed a couple of years ago, I would go to Seascapes but I don't want to head that far down the Peninsula.

"don't put me on the fucking spot like that!"

Posted here in the grammar_whores community.

My daughter sent this email to a local college and couldn't figure out why they never got back to her.

Hello,
Do you need to apply to the college and get accepted to the college where the cource is bieng offered in order to take the cource?

Well dear perhaps if you had spelled course properly they would have gotten back to you...

This was kind of sweet but still stupid.

I was with my wife, parents, sister and sister’s boyfriend. Somehow the subject of pets and the amount of money people will pay to keep their pets alive a few more years came up.

My Dad took the macho, un-feeling stance..."The only reason people spend thousands of dollars on vet bills is because they forget that they're just animals. Just let them die and get another one I say."

My Mother cocks her head looking at my Dad, "And just how much money did you spend keeping our 20 year old cat alive just one more year?"

Dad (sputtering), "Well...that's different...we had her for twenty years...she was part of the family!"

(Uhmm, yeah Dad, everyone else spends thousands of dollars on animals they just picked up off the side of the road.)

My wiener looks like this.



Is there anywhere I can get this looked at on the cheap?

Oh my god. I've heard this joke before, but never thought I'd actually run into someone like this.

( I still can't believe this really happened. )

Now that I'm here, I'll share a couple of retail mocks with you as well.

( Gotta love the general public! )

mood: amused music: Moving To New York - The Wombats

We clean the floors every night by pouring water on them, scrubbing them down, and then using the wet-dry vac to vacuum the water up. Tonight was no exception to this and my one coworker swept the floor, I poured the water, she scrubbed, and then I asked my other coworker to vacuum the floors (everyone HATES doing that part).

I then went to finish up what I was doing when the coworker I asked to vacuum came up to me and asked me this very stupid "i-can't-believe-he-just-asked-me-that" question.

"Do I have to plug the vacuum in to use it?"

It was all I had to not burst out laughing in front of him and calmly say, "yes, you have to plug it in or it won't work." The worst part, he was totally serious about plugging it in.

mood: amused

Except geckoinpdx, because he's a TERRIBLE completionist. Which is why I have the question I have..

I'm going through my music library - all 140 gigs of it - and I have a LOT of duplicates. I have Come On Eileen like, six times because I have the album it's from, as well as six million 'Greatest Hits of the 80s' type compilations.

Would you keep the duplicates, to have complete versions of the compilations? Or would you delete them and maybe make a note in the album's song that it's also on compilations x, y, and z?

Also. If you have every album ever, by say, Depeche Mode, as well as all of their Best Ofs and Greatest Hitses, would you keep the Best Ofs and Greatest Hitses intact? Or just not bother having the Best Ofs and Greatest Hitses in your library since you have the albums?

The duplicate rule does not apply, obviously, for different mixes and versions of the same song. I have 17 versions of Nina Hagen's 'African Reggae' and I'm keeping them all.

What say you, Damn Portland?

I work at a restaurant as a hostess and we get a lot of stupid there.

Incident One
A lady walks up to the hostess desk.
Her: Exuse me.
Me: Yes? How can I help you?
Her: My omelette has eggs in it.
Me: And...?
Her: I don't eat eggs.
Me: You can order something else when your waitress comes back to your table.
Her: No, I just want someone to fix my omelette.
Me: Fix it?
Her: Take out the eggs.
Me: -grabs waitress and makes her handle it-

Incident Two
The city that I work in is organized as follows. It's basically one long, straight road, divided into streets. The streets go in order from 1st street to 100-something street. There is only one main road and to get anywhere, you just have to go up and down that road. I work on 70th street. A man walks in the door.
Me: Hi, how many?
Him: Oh, I was just wondering if this was the Dough Roller on 41st street.
Me: No, it's not.
Him: Oh. Which one is it?
Me: The Dough Roller on 70th street.
Him: How do I get to the Dough Roller on 41st street?
Me: Er. Go twenty-nine streets that way. -points-
Him: And what street is it on?
Me: 41st.

a few months ago my father went to some convention thing or something and in the evening they had a quiz (as, apparently, people do at these things) and the quiz masters' assistant (QMA) was writting the team names on a board and the conversation was, so i hear, as follows:

QMA: what are you called?
team: we are not steve
QMA: right, so what are you called?
team: we are not steve
QMA: i know that, what's your team name?
team: we are not steve 
QMA: so what are you called?
all the teams: we are not steve!
QMA: i know that! but what's your name?
my dad: *gets up, takes pen off QMA and writes 'we are not steve' on the board*

seriously, how dense?

 This sign was in my city last winter, a few blocks away from my apartment.  It's fairly juvenile humor, but really, I don't understand how anyone who works for the city never noticed, as it was up for at least a month that I know of.  It has since been removed, but the first time I saw it I literally facepalmed.

This brilliant little conversation occurred after I got snarky with my brother for cleaning cereal and milk off the floor...with tissues.

(Paraphrasing)

Brother: I hope you know your mind isn't as simple as mine.

Me: ....uh....you just called yourself stupid.

Brother: No, that's good. I'm--

Me: Simple-minded is stupid.

Brother: No it's not.

Me: ...

I wish I could remember the definition of simple-minded that he tried to throw at me. Whatever it was, he apparently though it meant something like he was a genius.

I am moving this weekend. Most of my stuff will fit in a car but a couple bigger pieces of furniture will not. (Armoire, bed, dresser, small computer desk). I am having a hard time wrestling up someone with a truck so I am coming to DP in hopes that some kind soul will help me out. Trust me you will earn major "good karma" points for helping me out. It is less than three miles from my current house to the new place. You wouldn't need to do the "grunt work" of loading/unloading if you were unable (although obviously it would be appreciated).

If you think you may be able to help me out please let me know how to contact you to work out the details.

Thank you in advance,
Serenity

So I have a Doctor's appointment on monday and I want to ask him if he'll be the one to prescribe T and monitor my transition. I know that a few of you have gotten T based on informed consent and if at all possible I'd like to go that route. I really don't like the idea of some stranger having to verify what I've already known for 10 years.

I'm not sure if he's ever worked with trans patients and I'd like to be able to bring him some information so that he sees that I'm absolutely positive about what I want and that I am informed and well-balanced.

In reality, I'm nervous as all hell and while I know that I know quite a bit of information about hormones and what they will do to me and what I want them for, I have a feeling that when I get there I'm going to blank out and act like a fool. So, I'd like to have some stuff on hard copy to be able to bring him so if I freak a bit I can point and go "see here?" type of thing.




Also, I came out to my district manager at work today. It was scary, but turned out to be amazing. I feel like a million bucks because it was so easy to talk to her. She's very excited for me, but asked me if I might want to transfer to another store. Now, I love my store, I love my customers, I love my managers, and I love my team, but I'm scared she may be right. She's worried about my welfare when my customers start coming up and asking for my birth name.

I guess my other question is, have any of you worked at a place where you have your own customer base and still came out and kept your customers without things getting weird/aggressive/violent? I live in the south if that helps put it in perspective. How did you handle it?

tags: coming out/disclosing, t, t-accessing

http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ICanHasCheezburger/~3/2ohvK-nrLmM/

http://icanhascheezburger.com/?p=77541

Awesome.

It's a TV show, I think it was on in the 80's and shown on the weekends.
The point of the show was to test claims made by advertisements to see if they were authentic. There was a host, and he went on to become a comsumer-rights advocate in some other venue, I believe. What was it?

Thanks in advance for help.

It was Fight Back! with David Horowitz ;)

tags: !found, 1980s, tv