Hiding behind the tree is a good use for trees. Another good use would be for you to hide up in the branches. Then you could pelt the goobers with fruit, stones, even your poop depending on how gooberish they were being.
__________________ Old Pain In The Ass says: I am on a mission from God to comfort the afflicted and afflict the comfortable; to bring faith to the doubtful and doubt to the faithful.
Anything prefaced by "shared office" is likely to be unpleasant. Shared office microwaves are certainly no exception.
Protip: If the smell of your lunch heating up is indistinguishable from a gas leak, it might be time to rethink your choices.
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"Her eyes in certain light were violet, and all her teeth were even. That's a rare, fair feature: even teeth. She smiled to excess, but she chewed with real distinction." - Eleanor of Aquitaine
__________________ Old Pain In The Ass says: I am on a mission from God to comfort the afflicted and afflict the comfortable; to bring faith to the doubtful and doubt to the faithful.
Multiple times recently, I've had very angry people honking their horns at me and yelling at me that I'm going the wrong way when I am not. The guy today was in one of those stupid giant dick-shaped trucks, and he was extremely impatient about waiting for me to exit the aisle so he could angrily barrel down it in the wrong direction.
Yes, I am self-aware and conscientious enough that I have a moment of self-doubt and check to make sure I'm going the right direction, and at least a couple of times, there has been someone else in the car with me to confirm this. But I have checked and rechecked each time, and I have always been the one going the right direction. Most of the time, including today, it is in parking lots with one way aisles, but it's also happened on two way streets that the other person has apparently thought were one way.
I know people are stupid and crazy and they get road rage and all that, but this is such a specific manifestation that has been happening really frequently (maybe once a week?) lately. And no, I don't go around getting honked at all the time or anything, and when people do honk at me, I know why and it's almost always something absurd, like they want me to run over a pedestrian or speed more than I am willing to do.
I know it's probably just a weird coincidence, but at this point, I'm thinking there's maybe a 30% chance that it's a community wide effort to gaslight me.
Restaurants that advertise "Home Cooking" or "Homemade Pie (or whatever). If you cooked it at home and brought into the restaurant, OK. It probably is a violation of some health dept. regulation, but OK. If it was prepared in the restaurant kitchen and you live in an apartment upstair, OK. But if it was prepared in the restaurant kitchen and you don't live in, behind, beside, above or under the restaurant then it is not "Homemade" and you have no right to describe it is as such. You are all such liars.
__________________ Old Pain In The Ass says: I am on a mission from God to comfort the afflicted and afflict the comfortable; to bring faith to the doubtful and doubt to the faithful.
I was on my way to work yesterday evening. A flashy new Camaro ran the red light in front of me, then turned into my land headed toward me on a one-way street. Was that you, Mr. Pea?
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Sleep - the most beautiful experience in life - except drink.--W.C. Fields
I'm not sure if I have posted about this before and I can't be bothered to do a search to find out. If I have, be assured that it is still trivial and it still annoys me.
First let me get this out of the way. I hate peas, not snow peas or sugar peas, just those regular, ordinary, disgusting, podless table peas. I hate them and I will not eat them, not even off of a knife with honey.
I love fried rice; egg fried rice, pork fried rice and shrimp fried rice (so long as the shrimp have been thoroughly shelled). I do not want peas in my fried rice. Pea fried rice is not on my list of culinary delights. For some obscure reason is seems that all of the Chinese restaurants I eat at insist on putting peas in the fried rice.
What is even worse is Mexican restaurants that put peas in their Spanish rice. I am not a big fan of Spanish rice to begin with but add peas to it and it becomes totally unpalatable. With fried rice I can at least pick out the peas with the chopsticks. Doing so even provides a good opportunity to practice my chopstick skills. With Spanish rice this is not even a viable option. I do not intend to start carrying chopsticks with me when I go to a Mexican restaurant (oddly enough they are not provided). Trying to separate out the peas from the rice with a fork just makes a mess on the plate. This is unacceptable.
Peas are an abomination. Peas in rice, whether fried rice or Spanish rice, is an outrage against everything good and decent and a crime against humanity.
__________________ Old Pain In The Ass says: I am on a mission from God to comfort the afflicted and afflict the comfortable; to bring faith to the doubtful and doubt to the faithful.
__________________ Old Pain In The Ass says: I am on a mission from God to comfort the afflicted and afflict the comfortable; to bring faith to the doubtful and doubt to the faithful.
Who are you talking to there JoeP? I don't see anyone.
__________________ Old Pain In The Ass says: I am on a mission from God to comfort the afflicted and afflict the comfortable; to bring faith to the doubtful and doubt to the faithful.
I looked up "mushy peas". They sound a bit like "split pea soup", only even nastier.
__________________ Old Pain In The Ass says: I am on a mission from God to comfort the afflicted and afflict the comfortable; to bring faith to the doubtful and doubt to the faithful.
They're just fairly large peas that have been rendered into a sort of mushy paste (much thicker than soup) by chemical means plus over cooking.
They don't taste much like peas - they have their own peculiar taste and texture - it's difficult to say what they're like as there is nothing I know of that is similar.