Nope, it ruined the margin of my notebook, now nothing was there but still I could have used that space some day.
I'm reminded of that line from a Rob Thomas song (or is it Matchbox 20?): [sung] "You left a stain on every one of my good days..." ETA: It's from this Matchbox 20 song:
That moment when your manager takes a vacuum cleaner head that is slightly broken but still works perfectly fine, and replaces it with a brand new one that is designed for carpets, is useless on the hard floor that covers 95+ % of your workplace, and doesn't even do a good job on the tiny little bits of carpet you do have. This is exactly why I didn't report the breakage, and why I told the other cleaner not to report it either.
Tmw you realise you're a fucking idiot. The Battle of Britain took place in 1940 not 1939 and therefore the eighty year anniversary is in 2020 not 2019. There's me stressing and planning to get the first lucky Lawson book written for next July, and actually I've got another twelve months. Doh On the plus side this means I can a) get a shitload more writing done and b) that I have time to do more research and make it fucking epic.
This ^^ reminds me, maybe first world whinging, maybe not, but I've got a new colleague who thought that US involvement in WWII was precipitated by a telegram that Japan sent to Mexico, that Pearl Harbor occurred sometime in 1938 or 39, that Hitler was "murdered" by a US bombing raid that struck a house he was hiding in, and that that death may have occurred in WWI... Thank you American educational system.
...when I leave yet more LGBT+ pride groups because you can't handle their rabid ability to blow up over the smallest things. Why do I even bother with joining them in the first place?
We're all looking for nuggets of our identity in others, it's tough to filter their bullshit, though.
It can be a right pain. I just feel silly because I should know better by now. I like many people I've met, but at some point I get tired of the overall attitude.
TMW you're hanging in the fanfic chat and it goes all, "Does anyone here a/b/o in AU J2 but like with a BTS MPREG crossover?" I actually know what all that means, but seriously... words, people. Words.
You're not alone. I've discovered that in those groups, just saying, "I'm a gay dude" is enough to spark an epic wildfire inferno of how each of those four words is a hostile "erasure" of {insert list of things I failed to disinclude myself from, thus viciously denying the existence of the things I'm not}. The irony. It's fuq'n Bizarro World. I'm happy I found my hubby before introducing myself became a fucking CVS receipt of things to say.
TMW you are watching hoarders and think how much material you could get in Fallout 4 from all that junk. Also what would a survivor think of the old world if they found such a place.
Forgive me if I misquote Robin Williams, but I'm going from memory: "Sir, seeing as how the VP's such a VIP, wouldn't it be best if we keep the PC on the QT lest the VC find out and make us all KIA?"
They would do like archeologists do today and ascribe everything they don't understand to "some ceremonial, or religious purpose" because, sure, crates of tomato sauce from Sam's = Church of the Holy Tomato. No, but seriously, it would technically be a midden. Middens are like fields of gold to archeologists. Tombs are everything a People want us to know about them. A midden is everything they would rather we didn't know.
, yup... The dialogue wheel didn't even bother me at first till I was taking to someone and it said "I don't trust you," Which I thought he would say "I dont' trust you, but still, i'll be on my guard," but you know what he said "I don't trust you," thus saying no to the person.