I would commit a blood ritual to trade my mid-50s light drizzle here with the snow of the northeast. I want the cold, the ice and snow.
Hello I'm taking applications! Yes I see you've submitted an application to trade places and WELP it looks like you've just been approved and your new move-in date is tomorrow.
I would commit a blood ritual to trade my mid-50s light drizzle here with the snow of the northeast. I want the cold, the ice and snow.
I would be on the rag-tag team of never-say-die anthropologists escorted by hard-ass, dead-inside soldiers that need to be taught how to love again sent by a top secret government agency to stop you.
I would commit a blood ritual to trade my mid-50s light drizzle here with the snow of the northeast. I want the cold, the ice and snow.
I would be on the rag-tag team of never-say-die anthropologists escorted by hard-ass, dead-inside soldiers that need to be taught how to love again sent by a top secret government agency to stop you.
Look just send Harry Dresden and then sit back.
+2
Options
WeaverWho are you?What do you want?Registered Userregular
No it's not trading places, it's trading weather. Seattle would shut down, work would either close or be so slow as to be comical, and I would build snow palaces in the streets.
Update- store was sold out of shovels. Kid's sled was broken trying to shovel. Found a neighbor with a shovel.
This morning, found that the city had plowed my car under again, and it froze. Turns out it wasn't the school itself that plowed my car under earlier. The school maintenance guy actually used his plow to help unbury me.
Thank you school, fuck you NYC department of sanitation.
If that's all there is my friends, then let's keep dancing
I would commit a blood ritual to trade my mid-50s light drizzle here with the snow of the northeast. I want the cold, the ice and snow.
I would be on the rag-tag team of never-say-die anthropologists escorted by hard-ass, dead-inside soldiers that need to be taught how to love again sent by a top secret government agency to stop you.
I think I have about three feet? It's more than two feet, but I didn't get to measure it.
The landlord worded things like this dude downstairs does the snow and mow thing and gets a discount on his rent, but none of it is in writing and he's friends with the landlord's parents, so I don't want to cause any problems, but I'm rather irritated...
The downstairs neighbor's snow blower wasn't up to the task yesterday, so I helped him dig out about half of what is needed yesterday afternoon. I didn't really realize how little snow he had cleared until after lunch. I'm having some kind of spasms in my shoulder and back.
I'm more mad at myself for not checking on things earlier, but I don't know why the dude waited until late morning to start, worked on it for less than an hour, and then only started helping me after I asked if I could borrow a shovel.
If I had known he was having problems with the snow t, I would have started shoveling way earlier.
I think a big part of the problem was operator error, to be honest. He was trying to go too fast and clogging it, but there's definitely something wrong with it, it had no torque.
Clear blue skies, nice breeze, warm sun, very pleasant
+2
Options
JedocIn the scupperswith the staggers and jagsRegistered Userregular
We barely froze last night, no precipitation. It's going to be nearly 90 degrees by Monday, and my library still has no functioning air conditioner. This winter sucks.
When people give a greeting I am socially conditioned to respond to in a particular manner and then they immediately follow up with a different greeting that the pre-conditioned response does not encompass, causing my mental process to skip a step as I process both greetings and work out a response that fits both or not catch it in time. Like this.
When people give a greeting I am socially conditioned to respond to in a particular manner and then they immediately follow up with a different greeting that the pre-conditioned response does not encompass, causing my mental process to skip a step as I process both greetings and work out a response that fits both or not catch it in time. Like this.
When people give a greeting I am socially conditioned to respond to in a particular manner and then they immediately follow up with a different greeting that the pre-conditioned response does not encompass, causing my mental process to skip a step as I process both greetings and work out a response that fits both or not catch it in time. Like this.
When people give a greeting I am socially conditioned to respond to in a particular manner and then they immediately follow up with a different greeting that the pre-conditioned response does not encompass, causing my mental process to skip a step as I process both greetings and work out a response that fits both or not catch it in time. Like this.
JedocIn the scupperswith the staggers and jagsRegistered Userregular
Technically, right of way always goes the person with truck nuts on their truck. After that, it goes in descending order of narcissism and/or intensity of cell phone conversation.
JedocIn the scupperswith the staggers and jagsRegistered Userregular
When all drivers have come to a complete stop, look to the car to the right of you. Then to the car of the left of you. One of you will not survive this four-way stop.
(This post may be the result of today's drive to work.)
Better than a roundabout
not in any universe is this correct.
Well no one in Ohio knows how they work except me. Some People treat them like little race tracks and others never yield And some people just stay on them for several loops not knowing where their turn is.
There is one in town where I've seen at least two incidents where one car lost its entire front end due to not yielding and the other guy going way too fast.
(This post may be the result of today's drive to work.)
Better than a roundabout
not in any universe is this correct.
Well no one in Ohio knows how they work except me. Some People treat them like little race tracks and others never yield And some people just stay on them for several loops not knowing where their turn is.
The last one is me, especially if I have a GPS with some time lag.
Americans may claim to not be able to understand roundabouts
but they also clearly don't understand stop signs so might as well go with the better one.
the number of times I've nearly been run over in Boston by some fucknut drifting idly through a red light or stop sign has got to be in the triple digits by now.
Nowhere else in the world have I had this problem.
edit: is it because people drive so much here? Your car turns into your cosy little second home and the world around you recedes as you wrangle your shitty coffee into an oversized cupholder and meander over to the drive-through ATM ...
(This post may be the result of today's drive to work.)
Better than a roundabout
not in any universe is this correct.
Well no one in Ohio knows how they work except me. Some People treat them like little race tracks and others never yield And some people just stay on them for several loops not knowing where their turn is.
The last one is me, especially if I have a GPS with some time lag.
"Make a right--"
"FUCKING WHERE?!"
*loops forever*
Navigating Boston is a nightmare with a laggy GPS.
I love when I yield for someone in a traffic circle and the person behind me lays on their horn because I took two extra seconds to safely enter the circle when the guy I yielded for is going through the circle at like 40mph.
Americans may claim to not be able to understand roundabouts
but they also clearly don't understand stop signs so might as well go with the better one.
the number of times I've nearly been run over in Boston by some fucknut drifting idly through a red light or stop sign has got to be in the triple digits by now.
Nowhere else in the world have I had this problem.
edit: is it because people drive so much here? Your car turns into your cosy little second home and the world around you recedes as you wrangle your shitty coffee into an oversized cupholder and meander over to the drive-through ATM ...
because i'm bigger than you and that means i'm more american get out of my way you commie
edit: said as someone who has been hit on a bike when someone ran a stop sign.
Posts
Hello I'm taking applications! Yes I see you've submitted an application to trade places and WELP it looks like you've just been approved and your new move-in date is tomorrow.
Hopping on a plane now brt
I would be on the rag-tag team of never-say-die anthropologists escorted by hard-ass, dead-inside soldiers that need to be taught how to love again sent by a top secret government agency to stop you.
Look just send Harry Dresden and then sit back.
This morning, found that the city had plowed my car under again, and it froze. Turns out it wasn't the school itself that plowed my car under earlier. The school maintenance guy actually used his plow to help unbury me.
Thank you school, fuck you NYC department of sanitation.
there's 3 feet of snow around my car
Just don't have him near your electronics.
The landlord worded things like this dude downstairs does the snow and mow thing and gets a discount on his rent, but none of it is in writing and he's friends with the landlord's parents, so I don't want to cause any problems, but I'm rather irritated...
The downstairs neighbor's snow blower wasn't up to the task yesterday, so I helped him dig out about half of what is needed yesterday afternoon. I didn't really realize how little snow he had cleared until after lunch. I'm having some kind of spasms in my shoulder and back.
I'm more mad at myself for not checking on things earlier, but I don't know why the dude waited until late morning to start, worked on it for less than an hour, and then only started helping me after I asked if I could borrow a shovel.
If I had known he was having problems with the snow t, I would have started shoveling way earlier.
I think a big part of the problem was operator error, to be honest. He was trying to go too fast and clogging it, but there's definitely something wrong with it, it had no torque.
Clear blue skies, nice breeze, warm sun, very pleasant
I want to sit inside wrapped in a blanket playing zelda instead
he waits till it hurts and tells me as I'm dropping him off at school
drives me insane
crapping was literally the third thing he learned how to do after breathing and crying
this should not be a problem Isaac!
How? According to you it's hassle-free and almost instantaneous
Send us your snow, you withered, huddled masses.
plz
C: "Hello!"
Me: *breathes in*
C: "How are you?"
Me: "Hello." DAMMIT.
I'm not really mad about this but it is a bit annoying in a totally irrational way.
gimme
wait I'll be (comparatively) nearby next month
... I don't care, gimme.
This is me leaving basically every house I deliver to
Them "Drive Safe"
Me " You too" ( under breath, oh fucking god dammit)
Take luck!
I once told someone who was leaving for the day to "have nice dreams!"
Which isn't inaccurate because I'm sure they were going home to sleep at some point, but still a bit creepy.
Whose Turn Is It, Anyway?
(This post may be the result of today's drive to work.)
The person who goes first is whoever gets both middle fingers up first and hits the gas
Better than a roundabout
not in any universe is this correct.
Well no one in Ohio knows how they work except me. Some People treat them like little race tracks and others never yield And some people just stay on them for several loops not knowing where their turn is.
There is one in town where I've seen at least two incidents where one car lost its entire front end due to not yielding and the other guy going way too fast.
Dammit now the song is in my head.
The last one is me, especially if I have a GPS with some time lag.
"Make a right--"
"FUCKING WHERE?!"
*loops forever*
but they also clearly don't understand stop signs so might as well go with the better one.
the number of times I've nearly been run over in Boston by some fucknut drifting idly through a red light or stop sign has got to be in the triple digits by now.
Nowhere else in the world have I had this problem.
edit: is it because people drive so much here? Your car turns into your cosy little second home and the world around you recedes as you wrangle your shitty coffee into an oversized cupholder and meander over to the drive-through ATM ...
Navigating Boston is a nightmare with a laggy GPS.
because i'm bigger than you and that means i'm more american get out of my way you commie
edit: said as someone who has been hit on a bike when someone ran a stop sign.