Real World Peeves, Disgruntlement, and Irks.



  • Not a peeve at all.

    Super proud of my friend. One of his Eagle Scout projects was to clean out or repair all the flag post holes leading to Fort Rosecrans National Cemetery so they could be used again for Memorial Day Not sure how they fell out of repair but it was a big task.

    PS Yes I did grow up on a peninsula that had more folks buried in it than living on it.



  • @jibberthehut In this case, the mom was screaming so much abuse in my face I was seriously ready to call the police since she refused to leave my property and kept trying to push her way through the door and into the house, until...

    ...be shocked: her husband is a local police officer. She was very pleased to mention how much trouble she could invent to get me in for my timid-as-a-rabbit mother quietly asking the mothers to please stop the scream tag games on the lawn (which they actually aren't supposed to be on anyway) at the asscrack of dawn, and kept screaming threats and to expect the police at my door with handcuffs by the time she got down the street to her house -- yelling so loudly she woke the rest of the neighbors. (Cross street? Mostly young families. My street and the rest of them? All retirees who are not up at that hour, and are very unsettled by such antics. They're used to this neighborhood being nice and quiet, not a Jerry Springer set.)


  • Pitcrew

    @misadventure Mowing lawns, aerating lawns, vandalism, wildlife.

    That's a pretty good eagle project! Go him!


  • Pitcrew

    Goddammit, friend_07, stop trying to "fix" my issue with advice that doesn't work unless I am

    1. A spoiled goddamn toddler who is willing to make everything about me, and
    2. In possession of a body that isn't broken as fuck.

    But thanks for reminding me, on what was starting out to be a cool, chill morning, why I continue to struggle with depression. Good job. Had a great weekend, but that shit's over now.


  • Pitcrew

    @darinelle said in Real World Peeves, Disgruntlement, and Irks.:

    Goddammit, friend_07, stop trying to "fix" my issue with advice that doesn't work unless I am

    1. A spoiled goddamn toddler who is willing to make everything about me, and
    2. In possession of a body that isn't broken as fuck.

    But thanks for reminding me, on what was starting out to be a cool, chill morning, why I continue to struggle with depression. Good job. Had a great weekend, but that shit's over now.

    "Just stop worrying about it."

    ......That's not how anxiety works, fucker. Believe me, I would if I could.

    If you need anything, let me know. <3


  • Pitcrew

    @aria "These things don't count as work, they're fun! And you can totally put some of them aside to do this other thing that you say you want to do that will eventually replace the work you do for a living!"

    Okay, everything you just listed ALL COUNTS AS WORK.


  • Pitcrew

    @darinelle squuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuiiiiiints

    I have a feeling this either involves some dumbfuck that thinks you can get paid to code MUs in such a way that it is actually financially sustainable (tip: you can make beer money and that's about it) or someone who really should probably get slapped with the "Well, Actually...." song.


  • Pitcrew

    @Darinelle

    Double post, but here's a present!

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  • Pitcrew

    I feel like, on the day after a holiday, offices should send out an automated email first thing in the morning.

    "Everyone else was out, too. You didn't miss anything. Slow your roll, Brenda."



  • There is the other side of this, a few years ago I was walking home from work and one of my neighbours, a nice old man who was a retired teacher and local councilor, stepped out and cautioned me that he thought 'gang people' were 'doing drug things' in my garden.

    I lived on a one way street while my vehicle access was through the back to another road, and it was possible to cut through my garden/car parking to save about a five minute walk all the way around. I proceeded up my driveway to find...

    About six teenagers in my parking space having quiet conversation, I politely reminded them it was private property and that I lived here then they apologised before going somewhere else without confrontation or argument. The terrible delinquent youth!


  • Pitcrew

    @darinelle said in Real World Peeves, Disgruntlement, and Irks.:

    Goddammit, friend_07, stop trying to "fix" my issue with advice that doesn't work unless I am

    1. A spoiled goddamn toddler who is willing to make everything about me, and
    2. In possession of a body that isn't broken as fuck.

    But thanks for reminding me, on what was starting out to be a cool, chill morning, why I continue to struggle with depression. Good job. Had a great weekend, but that shit's over now.

    Ok but all I did was link you "two monks invent art" galleries! I AM SORRY


  • Pitcrew

    @kanye-qwest said in Real World Peeves, Disgruntlement, and Irks.:

    Ok but all I did was link you "two monks invent art" galleries! I AM SORRY

    gasps

    I am horrified that you think you're friend_07