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hell, I got two thumbs down over there. and I think I'm catching a cold. and the radiators in my house are fucked up (I have amazing commucations technology is my apartment, but a heating system unchanged since the fucking Depression).
Consumating had this weird vibe to it... I ran far away immediately and ate some peaches.
Sorry to hear about all your trouble with your stuff. At least it's stuff trouble... stuff you can always throw in a bonfire when you decide it's time to live on a mountainside in northern california and raid peaceful communities for their vittles.
Hey, I win, I got 4 thumbs down. Anyways, I just joined up to give y'all a thumbs up... will it take away my thumbs up for you guys if I pull my profile?
Oh yeah, whining: I have too much work to do and I am in that overwhelmed scary procrastinatory place where the only answer to too much work is to do none. It's the freeze reflex I get sometimes. I'm scared...
Well at least your somewhat popular. I'm sitting at 2061, tragically.
Are you looking for a new car or a used car? Do you have any cash to buy one? Are you looking for a specific model? The best deals will be private party, especially if you're flexible about what you'll buy.
I have so much to whine about, I can't think of anything to say.
As for consummating, after I saw a second person I recognized, I decided I didn't want my picture to be there anymore. I couldn't figure out how to delete the profile, though (they make it impossible, and there's no Help feature I could find), so I just replaced all my pictures.
It also occurred to me that any stranger could put my username and the metachat tag together and find out a lot more about me than I want them to know. I'm fine with y'all knowing all my deep dark secrets, but that's because I like you.
Sorry to derail. Things will pick up, sasshat. They will.
(Oh, and I only joined to give y'all thumbs-up too. Then I relized I didn't like being judged negatively by strangers. Realized I don't need that kind of shit in my life right now. I have plenty of shit already, thankyouverymuch.)
I know what you mean, mudpuppie. Although my username is different there. Still, if Mr. 41-cute-and-smart hasn't written me back in a week or two, I'll probably take it down too.
2 people over there gave me the thumbs down. Tuesday I arrived home from work to find a half inch of water in the garage, due to a dead water heater. I ate the leftovers in the fridge after cleaning up the water. The leftovers gave me food poisoning, and I spent yesterday in the throes of protozoan-induced madness. Oh, and today the webdevelopers claim they require Wildcard DNS (that I had disabled) in order to do thier jobs. I am tempted to ask what other sloppy, lazy, cheap-ass hacks they also require in order to function. Apparently it's all my fault.
Blinkin: This never would have happened if your father was alive.
Robin Hood: He's dead?
Blinkin: Yes.
Robin Hood: And my mother?
Blinkin: She died of pneumonia while - oh, you were away!
Robin Hood: My three brothers?
Blinkin: Died of the plague.
Robin Hood: My dog Pongo?
Blinkin: Run over by a carriage.
Robin Hood: My goldfish Goldie?
Blinkin: Eaten by the cat.
Robin Hood: My cat?
Blinkin: Choked on the goldfish. Oh, it's good to be home, ain't it, Master Robin?
I didn't get the job I interviewed for, but I didn't want it anyway: it was $10 an hour, no commission, no bennies, no nothing, and it didn't even start for two months. But I had to dress up for it anyway and wear my stupid ladylike pumps that hurt my feet. Bah.
I'm broke and lonely and I got three thumbs down over there, but I also got a lot of nice happy tags, so I'm cheerful enough about it.
Just a joke at my own expense, fenriq. I promised myself I was going to start a little vacation from the Internet today, but couldn't resist snarking on MetaTalk. Now another day's over, and I haven't done a damn thing. Going to have to cut off a finger or two before this is all over, I 'spect.