Things that irk you......

My barber doesn't, but he's a one-man shop and had a bunch of IRS issues after having his identity stolen about 10 years ago. And he only charges $11, so I hand him $15 and it's easy.

 

People who post a photo of something relatively amusing and write a caption that says something like, "This photo of Blue Ivy giving the finger to Donald Trump is everything."

No it's not. It's not even close to everything. It's maybe a few things which, when thrown together, make for an amusing scenario. I hate when people say that. It's not lit. It's not woke. It's not everything. Now get the fuck off my lawn.

 

I've had to unsubscribe to both of the two well-known golf reservation systems that send you an e-mail every morning at 4:00. Yes, I saw that, in fact, I could go play Easy Meadows for half its usual going rate. That excitement is tempered by seeing that in order to get that rate, the available time is an hour before sunset.

 

I live in a different time zone. Nothing like getting a text from my best friend at 3:34 a.m. to ask if I'd ever seen the movie "Dune."

No, I haven't. A fact that wouldn't have changed had texted at a more reasonable hour for me or emailed me so that I could have read at my convenience.

 

This is why my phone is not in my bedroom at night. I've lived in this time zone since 1989 and my Mom still asks "Now are you 3 hours ahead or behind us?"

 

I can’t do that for security reasons. I left my phone on the kitchen table on the night of the coup attempt. Big mistake.

 

I once worked for a company that had the same issue. It took a long string of emails once to establish the difference between Eastern and Central time and that 11 p.m. in the east was not, in fact, midnight Central

 

Things happen BY accident. Not ON accident.

Thank you.

 

When people on SJ reply to a person's comments but don't use the reply button. Comments sent into the thread ether do not generate alerts, me droogs. I don't personally follow every single thread that closely, even the ones I've commented on. The alert button is my friend. I don't see an alert button unless you reply to my comment (which is nice) or you like my comment (which is brilliant).

 

White chocolate isn’t real chocolate and I’m getting tired of pretending that the cheaper versions of it are anything more than fat and sugar while I endeavor to fulfill my family duties to finish off what’s left of the Christmas candy. The rest is going in the trash.

I need to stay focused on the job ahead with Valentines Day and Easter just around the corner.

 

I like that post, CD.

 

My Pillow ads. JFC, there's an onslaught of them.

I don't need any fucking pillows.

Irk irk irk.