Trey Smith, you ignorant rotter! This guy is a loony from the U.S. who has a delusional YouTube channel and sells delusional DVD's about fallen angels, Satan, aliens (demons, according to him), and is a flat-out crazy. He has convinced my wife that if one doesn't believe that every single thing in the Bible is completely true, then one is an agent of Satan. My wife may or may not be Bipolar and might even be Schizophrenic...this dude is helping push her over the chasm. She actually told me that she might have to leave me because I am not a TRUE believer in Jesus.
Okay, yeah, my wife needs help, of course. But I fervently wish I could hit Trey Smith in the head with a very rusty and sharp farm implement!
Well I've hired a fellow whose going to build us a wall to keep their noises and prayers out. There is no law that it cannot be 22 feet high. Will start with 7 or 8. So there you $#!÷%*;&#!!!
Build the wall!
Didn't I hear of someone else suggesting that he builds a wall (at his neighbours' expense) ???!!
Well I've hired a fellow whose going to build us a wall to keep their noises and prayers out. There is no law that it cannot be 22 feet high. Will start with 7 or 8. So there you $#!÷%*;&#!!!
Build the wall!
Didn't I hear of someone else suggesting that he builds a wall (at his neighbours' expense) ???!!
5thMary .. can I add all tele-evangelists who make vast fortunes on the back of convincing people that their's s the only right way to God instead of telling them that God loves them 😡😡😡
5thMary .. can I add all tele-evangelists who make vast fortunes on the back of convincing people that their's s the only right way to God instead of telling them that God loves them 😡😡😡
TICTH the Japanese cyclists who ride on the sidewalks even when there are bike lanes right next to them. Two of them, riding on the wrong side, came right for me when I was limping along - they looked me in the eye, and didn't flinch. Fortunately, there was a doorway into which I could step before they flattened me.
TICTH autopart shops that think i dont know what im talming about. I needed a small part for my car so i rang to check availability giving the model of car and description of the part, when i arrived later in the day they told me that they thought I had asked for the wrong part so they had ordered in what they thought was the right part. I looked at this part and it was not what I needed, being for a completely different model of car, they then bought out the part I had requested all along which was the right part and I have now fitted it
I have had a similar experience with hardware shops in the past. Asked for a certain tool etc and told I was wrong. Husband asked for same thing an hour later and was sold it immediately.
Thanks, everyone. Guess what wife bought for her birthday? Two new DVD's from this asshat, Trey Smith. They arrived last week and I left them in our mailbox...but I can't hide them forever...sigh.
The phrase "OMG". This really offends me, especially when I hear children using it. I'm afraid I'm sufficiently traditionalist/evangelical to regard it as blasphemy. 😡
TICTH self-appointed experts at work who list systems and their data in official project documents and make a balls-up of it. I've just seen such a document. Why don't they ever come to the system custodian/expert? I could have helped.
TICTH self-appointed experts at work who list systems and their data in official project documents and make a balls-up of it. I've just seen such a document. Why don't they ever come to the system custodian/expert? I could have helped.
I’m sure you would have provided the correct information, but that wouldn’t be what they would want included in their document.
TICT at least a good slapping, if not Hell - parking eedjits. Firstly the couple who parked completely blocking the pavement in Jordanthorpe, and secondly the postman emptying a postbox whilst his van blocked a mandatory cycle lane (one of the ones with a solid white line; motorists aren't allowed to drive in those, let alone park in them).
Wish I'd said something but I daresay either one of them would have given me a mouthful of abuse.
I'm sure you could have thought of a suitable rejoinder!
But....if the postie had verbally abused you, you could have reported him to his base - there's usually some sort of identification on the van.
Either way, may I join you in the slapping? I have a nice thin cane, just right for making legs (especially posties' bare legs!) smart most excruciatingly.....
I'm sure you could have thought of a suitable rejoinder!
But....if the postie had verbally abused you, you could have reported him to his base - there's usually some sort of identification on the van.
Either way, may I join you in the slapping? I have a nice thin cane, just right for making legs (especially posties' bare legs!) smart most excruciatingly.....
No, no - I pinched the said cane from my old school (Dotheboys Hall). 'Twas the custom there for any misdemeanour to be punished by leg-slapping. Not kinky at all. Normal, everyday kind of stuff....
TICTH - my cold. Yesterday I thought it was getting better, but the coughing has flared up again. In the past I have developed asthma after a cold, so I will go and annoy the doctor if it seems like that's happening again.
Oh dear. I did not know that was possible. Hope asthma stays away, and the cold disappears.
I like the kinky route.
TICtH extreme self doubt and low self esteem. I don't want to be a pretentious twit but having some confidence I know what I'm doing in my job would be nice.
TICTH or somewhere not too pleasant, whoever it was who came into my rural church and tried to burn a hymn book, then dribbled in wax 666 on the table lectern, with the result that we are not having to think about fitting a lock on the door - which it has never had in 250 years.
No, no - I pinched the said cane from my old school (Dotheboys Hall). 'Twas the custom there for any misdemeanour to be punished by leg-slapping. Not kinky at all. Normal, everyday kind of stuff....
IJ
Wanna bet? We had a teacher who moved to a different school where corporal punishment was not in use. It's only there that his true motivations became entirely clear.
At a previous post, in a school a certain Bard may have attended, we found a bricked up cupboard containing a young forest of school canes, all bent from years of use. Most we burned. Something like one may have subsequently been seen (and heard) on stage. Available for hire for a modest donation to Cats Protection.
TICTH Rugby Union in its modern form. I love this game. I haven't played it for decades and it has changed out of all recognition. As a consequence of professionalism and rule changes to make it more TV audience-friendly the players are much bigger, faster and stronger and the outcome is that few players get through a complete season without an injury and far too many sustain career-ending injuries before they reach their prime. The governing bodies and the top clubs ought to look at themselves very closely.
We played rugby (of a sort) at my grammar school (the Dotheboys Hall I referred to earlier), and IIRC it was unusual for any player to get through a single game without an injury.
Perhaps we weren't doing it right....
So, TICTH sports masters ('Stringy' Knott*, I'm looking at you!) who are quite happy to force a 13-year lad to continue playing rugby with a broken arm.
(*actually, a nice chap, and a churchwarden to boot. Sorry about the nickname - we weren't always very inventive).
My candidate is the fact that technology always goes skew wiff just as I am about to go away. This time was able to fix and create a back up plan but I lost some decent sleep due to it and can see that I might have to get my birthday present early
My candidate is the fact that technology always goes skew wiff just as I am about to go away. This time was able to fix and create a back up plan but I lost some decent sleep due to it and can see that I might have to get my birthday present early
Twenty-four hours before I was due to fly to California last month -- my tablet (which I bought a few years ago so I'd be able to communicate while traveling) went belly up. I was able to replace it that day, but had not intended so spend the time or money on that the day before vacation.
TICTH all those who deem it necessary to fill public spaces with noise. I speak not of youth with car radios or (if still such exist) portable music systems; I speak of restaurants, shopping malls, bowling alleys, swimming baths, ice rinks et al. who feel that for some reason anyone wishing to communicate with another person must shout to be heard above piped music (usually utter LCD shit) until the competing voices and music reach an ear-splitting volume. Given how hard this can make it to cope if for example one is on the autistic spectrum, it's essentially a form of ablism. I doubt anyone is really listening to it; it serves no useful purpose beyond forcing some of us to find a relatively quiet stairwell to squat on the floor to eat, and making it damned hard to order when you and the person taking the order are struggling to hear at the same time as you're struggling to make a decision at the same time as trying to shut the cacophony out, so turn the fucker off.
Incidentally, I saw on the News the other day that one or two supermarkets (can't recall which) are doing away with piped music, tannoys etc., and also dimming the lighting, for an hour or so one day a week. I gather this is to assist autistic peeps, particularly children.
Incidentally, I saw on the News the other day that one or two supermarkets (can't recall which) are doing away with piped music, tannoys etc., and also dimming the lighting, for an hour or so one day a week. I gather this is to assist autistic peeps, particularly children.
IJ
Yes, Morrisons. I can't understand why they don't just run that way all the time - unless Neurotypicals actually enjoy having their senses constantly assaulted.
Karl may I add doctor waiting rooms to that. Music and even worse TV's played where I am forced to hear them when I really do not feel well and would like some quiet while I am waiting.
Yes. We recently took a ferry from Ireland to England and every cafe had loud televisions broadcasting the Wimbledon tennis, the noise being very audible in all public spaces. We complained to the customer service people but they said they weren't allowed to turn it off.
The same is true of doctors' waiting rooms, even A&E - why is there compulsory television with noise?
I asked our surgery about that and was told that the radio makes it harder for other patients to overhear a private conversation between receptionist and patient. Which, given the physical tightness of the building makes surprising sense. But that won't apply in many other places.
All those little gits who think it's funny to pass comment on my sun protection - mostly the teenagers around where I live and/or near one of the places I work.
I am working up a rant that goes along the lines that there are a few possible reasons I might need to be covered up from the sun:
skin cancer
lupus
burns
Do they really want to mock someone who has cancer or been burnt?
But it's not worth the effort, even though the knock effects are currently not great. It's going to be a very long school summer holidays.
{{{CK}}} That is beyond horrid - aren't children taught manners these days???
I'll join in the (silent!) chorus against noisy muzak. Some I don't mind, but I really don't see the need for it in shops and supermarkets, and certainly not a the decibel levels in some places.
I recall on a retail therapy jaunt in Oxford Street once going into a branch of Laura Ashley and buying something (I think it was just a scarf or something small like that) because the music they were playing was by Vaughan Williams. It was either the Fantasia on Greensleeves or the Fantasia on a theme by Thomas Tallis (I can't remember which - it was about 25 years ago). Either way, it was such a blessèd relief from the cr*p that was being blasted out of all the other shops that I felt they deserved my custom.
It's a fair point. AFAIK, some places like urban Bus Stations sometimes play Mozart/Vivaldi etc. over their tannoys, so as to keep the Idle Yoof and Riff-Raff away....
That's certainly true, alas, in our local Community Centre, which houses a very busy GP surgery.
The in-house radio station often drowns out conversation in the café, let alone conversation through the very awkward security screen across the reception desk (one has to bend down very low indeed in order to talk under it, or to be related to a giraffe in order to talk over it).
I can see the point of the screen, as this is a difficult area, with ad-hoc violence and/or verbal abuse common crimes. However, those running the radio station are not unkind, and will turn the sound down if asked!
(The DJs are also happy to play Cheesy Christmas Songs For The Vicar, if so requested, from about Advent 1 onwards.....)
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Okay, yeah, my wife needs help, of course. But I fervently wish I could hit Trey Smith in the head with a very rusty and sharp farm implement!
I can't imagine who you mean.
Amen to this!
TICTH self-appointed experts at work who list systems and their data in official project documents and make a balls-up of it. I've just seen such a document. Why don't they ever come to the system custodian/expert? I could have helped.
I’m sure you would have provided the correct information, but that wouldn’t be what they would want included in their document.
Wish I'd said something but I daresay either one of them would have given me a mouthful of abuse.
But....if the postie had verbally abused you, you could have reported him to his base - there's usually some sort of identification on the van.
Either way, may I join you in the slapping? I have a nice thin cane, just right for making legs (especially posties' bare legs!) smart most excruciatingly.....
IJ
Kinky!
IJ
I like the kinky route.
TICtH extreme self doubt and low self esteem. I don't want to be a pretentious twit but having some confidence I know what I'm doing in my job would be nice.
Wanna bet? We had a teacher who moved to a different school where corporal punishment was not in use. It's only there that his true motivations became entirely clear.
Perhaps we weren't doing it right....
So, TICTH sports masters ('Stringy' Knott*, I'm looking at you!) who are quite happy to force a 13-year lad to continue playing rugby with a broken arm.
(*actually, a nice chap, and a churchwarden to boot. Sorry about the nickname - we weren't always very inventive).
IJ
Twenty-four hours before I was due to fly to California last month -- my tablet (which I bought a few years ago so I'd be able to communicate while traveling) went belly up. I was able to replace it that day, but had not intended so spend the time or money on that the day before vacation.
Preach it, Brother Karl!
Incidentally, I saw on the News the other day that one or two supermarkets (can't recall which) are doing away with piped music, tannoys etc., and also dimming the lighting, for an hour or so one day a week. I gather this is to assist autistic peeps, particularly children.
IJ
Yes, Morrisons. I can't understand why they don't just run that way all the time - unless Neurotypicals actually enjoy having their senses constantly assaulted.
As can the one I woke up with today althoough it is midwinter here in Sydney. Nearly 0 here, much colder tha Sydney usually is.
The same is true of doctors' waiting rooms, even A&E - why is there compulsory television with noise?
I am working up a rant that goes along the lines that there are a few possible reasons I might need to be covered up from the sun:
- skin cancer
- lupus
- burns
Do they really want to mock someone who has cancer or been burnt?But it's not worth the effort, even though the knock effects are currently not great. It's going to be a very long school summer holidays.
I'll join in the (silent!) chorus against noisy muzak. Some I don't mind, but I really don't see the need for it in shops and supermarkets, and certainly not a the decibel levels in some places.
I recall on a retail therapy jaunt in Oxford Street once going into a branch of Laura Ashley and buying something (I think it was just a scarf or something small like that) because the music they were playing was by Vaughan Williams. It was either the Fantasia on Greensleeves or the Fantasia on a theme by Thomas Tallis (I can't remember which - it was about 25 years ago). Either way, it was such a blessèd relief from the cr*p that was being blasted out of all the other shops that I felt they deserved my custom.
That's my excuse and I'm sticking to it ...
IJ
The in-house radio station often drowns out conversation in the café, let alone conversation through the very awkward security screen across the reception desk (one has to bend down very low indeed in order to talk under it, or to be related to a giraffe in order to talk over it).
I can see the point of the screen, as this is a difficult area, with ad-hoc violence and/or verbal abuse common crimes. However, those running the radio station are not unkind, and will turn the sound down if asked!
(The DJs are also happy to play Cheesy Christmas Songs For The Vicar, if so requested, from about Advent 1 onwards.....)
IJ
THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP......
Turn it DOWN, you FUC**RS......
IJ
Which bit of that don't you fuckwits understand???????
IJ