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Rant Thread - What really grinds your gears?

EarlyMon said:
Definitely.

That's Hanna-Barbera's Top Cat.

Here's a clip from season 1, episode 1.


According to Wikipedia, was called Boss Cat in the UK because Top Cat already existed as cat food.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Top_Cat
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I heard about the Top Cat cat foot and why the title was changed, but I can't ever recall ever seeing any. They(the BBC) crudely inserted the blue "Boss Cat" title in at the beginning, but the theme song was always....
"Top Cat!
The most effectual Top Cat!
Who's intellectual close friends get to call him T.C."

...and at the time, in 1970s, I just could not understand why.

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Thinking about this, the BBC for decades had some rule that meant it couldn't show any commercial brand names at all, because it could be considered advertizing. So they would often put duct-tape over the brand names on things like washing powder cartons, but you could always tell what brand it was just by what was on the carton, e.g. Persil, as well as obviously masking over things like "SONY" on TV sets. Think even genericized trademarks had to be avoided as well. Like it was always "sticky tape" and not "Sellotape", which is what everyone called it, or it's not an "Escalator" it's a "moving staircase".
 
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I loved Top Cat; Touché Turtle, Sheriff "Bing-Bing-Bing" Ricochet Rabbit, and "Quick Draw" McGraw - especially in the spinoff role of "El Kabong" - the whacking sound with the thrumming strings used to send me into gales of laughter.

Hanna-Barbera was great; so was Tex Avery's cartoon (I know, it's called 'anime' now), "Droopy". EarlyMon, thanks for sharing. Of course, The Flintstones were great, with Mel Blanc of Warner Brothers fame, doing the voice of Barney Rubble.

bjacks12, I apologize for what I wrote earlier; it was, a generalization. Still, there are sects outside of Utah (remember Warren Jeff's offshoot?) that still follow Joseph Smith's original teachings, or, prophecies. I intended no offense, and may I write "good for you!" for what you did for CLDS, and the Filipino community in The Philippines. Any kind of spiritual goodness shared with other cultures is okay by me. No matter the doctrine, we all seem to be Guided to the same Place.

I offer this as a hopeful spiritual healing for the pain I've been dealing with; I slept briefly earlier, but I can't sleep now. May we all have a great camel commercial day - LW
 
EarlyMon said:
No. No it is not.
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Just like in every metro area in the USA, you've got parts of cities that sane people would avoid (Denver has those, along with L.A., NYC, Chicago, and Boston, to name a few).

What's scary are 'turf wars' - like anyone wearing 'colors' of blue, red, or MS13 tattoos in South Central, and East L.A.; the burough gangs in NYC (some with a new Russian flavor).

Chicago's 'many sides' of the compass within that city; poor Detroit, for Pete's sake.

In Boston, you still have infighting between the North End, Roxbury, and South Boston ("Southie", which had been primarily Irish Catholic).

Now, there's new blood coming in there... Russian mob, and Middle Eastern factions.

My old neighborhood during my childhood had a mix of Italian, Irish, Jewish, Asian, and Indian (from India). From what I've heard, it's changing, too.

Once again, it's all about 'the great melting pot.'

However, when you throw in the illegal drug trade, human trafficking, the extortion rackets, along with 'the world's oldest trade'... something bad is going to happen, and to 'somebody'.

I look forward to Denver, but, my eyes won't be 'wide shut.' LW
 
Where Coors Field is now, it used to be a homeless drunk hangout years ago. The Vulcan worked for a traffic signal company as an engineer, and LoDo was where the main computer for traffic control was. There are still missions and shelters in the nearby areas.

Been cleaned up, old buildings renovated into loft apartments, restaurants, bars, boutique style stores. Even Union Station has been redone. Working on more light rail.

If you refer to Denver, most just think of Downtown. The County of Denver goes out to DIA.
http://colorado.hometownlocator.com/maps/countymap,cfips,031,c,denver.cfm

The ethnic enclaves are usually in the outlying areas, and Denver has all of them. Five Points is the only area that has a Juneteenth celebration. There are dragon boat races on the lakes in the parks. Always some kind of art, music or food festival going on.
 
I reject the the anthropomorphic idea that cities can be rated in terms of mental health, and I further reject the notion that if I'm wrong on the first point, that you can find one anywhere that is sane.
 
zuben el genub said:
Where Coors Field is now, it used to be a homeless drunk hangout years ago. The Vulcan worked for a traffic signal company as an engineer, and LoDo was where the main computer for traffic control was. There are still missions and shelters in the nearby areas.

Been cleaned up, old buildings renovated into loft apartments, restaurants, bars, boutique style stores. Even Union Station has been redone. Working on more light rail.

If you refer to Denver, most just think of Downtown. The County of Denver goes out to DIA.
http://colorado.hometownlocator.com/maps/countymap,cfips,031,c,denver.cfm

The ethnic enclaves are usually in the outlying areas, and Denver has all of them. Five Points is the only area that has a Juneteenth celebration. There are dragon boat races on the lakes in the parks. Always some kind of art, music or food festival going on.
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My future mother-in-law lives in Thornton; my wife-to-be's extended family live in Englewood, Cherry Creek, and her daughter, now deceased, lived in the Capitol Hill section, in a very old building that was beautiful for being an apartment dwelling.

I forget the street name, but, it was very classy, and quasi-Victorian.

As far as the legal weed is concerned, I'm not going to be partaking in it - even though I suffer from chronic pain, and bipolar depression.

In my past, I was a hard-partier, and weed was a part of my problem. To get maxed, it was cocaine until I cracked my skull, and bruised my brain front and rear (w/hematoma) and was comatose for nearly two weeks - in the summer of '87. My parents became my power-of-attorney, sold my house, filed a Chapter 7 bankruptcy due to my being out of work, and going through rehab while my debts were through the roof...

Ah, what memories. I had to go through Voc. Rehab, and suffered from seizures into the early '90s - and, yes - I had to take Dilantin, among my list of insulins, Elavil, et al...

I've been clean and sober for five years, coming up in a week. Or, is it six? I think the latter, than the former. With a little help from the 'extra crispy' version of the A.A. 'original' version, N.A., but, mostly on my own - I don't believe in co-dependency in order to straighten up, and fly right. One must stand on their own two feet.

That's what I do.

Thank you, zuben el genub, for your assessment concerning Denver. Tell the Vulcan I said hello, and though my pain level is through the ceiling right now, I am showered, shaved, and trimmed. I'll put the Lidocaine patch on (with my better half's help) in a little while, take my meds (insulin and a bite to eat are already done) - and go to see my new therapist at 11 AM. Have a good day. :) LW
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Took my family to see Battle of the Five Armies, which my daughter just described as "one prolonged death scene"for the series.

I would write more, but I am on my phone and make my one-fingered rants as brief as possible.
 
S'all good LW, I just like to make sure if there are any misconceptions out there that I do what I can to clear them up.
 
One of my coworkers goes out at lunchtime & brings food back & eats it at his desk (which a lot of people here do). The part that grinds my gears, is that he always gets a drink - apparently with a TON of ice - & sits there crunching away on the ice for a good 10 minutes! Today I'd like to whack that cup out of his hand to make the crunching stop...
 
Some sounds really get on my nerves, ice crunching (especially for a solid 10 minutes) is definitely one of them.

Edit: Sometimes open mouth chewing does it, repeated pen clicking, & sometimes (not always) even just the sound of someone typing away on their keyboard (which I also do for work) grates on my nerves. I have some good headphones I put on at work when it gets too annoying, but I don't like having to isolate myself that way, so I try to avoid it if I can tough it out.
 
Dngrsone said:
So, I guess Corn Nuts is out of the question?
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It's not that I can't ever handle certain noises, just sometimes they annoy me. I chalk it up to hormone changes (there, I said it, but I can because I'm female!) or phases of the moon, or whatever - it's just one of my quirks.

And seriously, if you had a desk job in a pretty quiet office, & the guy sitting 6 feet away with only open space between you was loudly crunching on ice for 10 minutes, it wouldn't bother you? Most days I try to tune it out but today I really wanted to say "stop it!" [emoji14]
 
EarlyMon said:
I reject the the anthropomorphic idea that cities can be rated in terms of mental health, and I further reject the notion that if I'm wrong on the first point, that you can find one anywhere that is sane.
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Yeah, it's not the city, it's those pesky humans that bring the crazy. :D
 
There must be someone out there that can crack the LG tribute/F60! Was so easy to root my Tab 4... Wish that was the phone instead LOL

Other than that I wish we had Star Trek style transporter units to move around rather than the gas powered monsters we still rely on! If not I'd chop a few trees for a Tesla, heh.
 
It's official - my better half is celebrating her twelfth year of sobriety, tonight, at a meeting in a nearby city. Tomorrow, she even invited me to attend her medallion ceremony.

I'm honored.

At least her sponsor likes me, even though I'm not into the co-dependency thing that is endemic to A.A., as well as N.A., and - even G.A. (Gambler's Anonymous).

I still believe that one has to stand on their own two feet, and maintain accountability and responsibility for their actions. That was drilled into my head as a kid growing up, and my late parents grew up during the Great Depression - so, there wasn't any escape route for me, when I decided to bend, or break house rules.

At any rate, I'm on the computer, getting ready for... a rant. What grinds my gears is:

Just an hour ago, my lady and I had gone to top off the car's fuel tank. Prices, in my area of NC, are $2.07 a gallon (the lowest price, according to GasBuddy). With our Walmart Gift Card discount, it came to $2.04 a gallon. I've heard that gas prices in Colorado were around $1.67 a gallon - that, my friends, must've been nice.

The gas station was SWAMPED. However, I managed a Mass-Hole maneuver, and got to a pump before this skinny, drunk redneck did - his truck was too big to fit in sideways, and I just squeezed right in. He opened his door, after backing his truck just inches from the trunk of the car - I was already out, with my cane (and galvanizing pain), getting the hose and nozzle into the the car's filling receptacle.

He said, "Say, man, don't make me wait!" Which, really started to p*** me off. He closed his door with a slam, and, I yelled, "You'll get your turn!" While the pump was filling the car, I went to the windshield washer station, and dunked the squeegee into the windshield solvent.

I then proceeded to wash and squeegee the windshield, and, back window. Due to all of the rain on our muddy roads, it was something that needed to be done. This guy was literally screaming inside of his King Ranch Ford pickup, epithets that don't need to be repeated here... and, yes, the car was still filling up - as it was damned-near next to the 'vapor mark' on the gas gauge... the red light had turned on during our ride miles back, letting me know that I was getting close to running out of gas.

After my therapy appointment, and my lady picking up her prescriptions at a pharmacy, we went to shop for groceries at a nearby grocery store. Then, to go and get the car filled up. We return to our story in progress.

I put the squeegee back into its holder, and, limped over to the nozzle.

He then whips his door open, and slurred: "I done told ya not to make me wait! Did you just say somethin' to me?!" My lady got out of the car, and yelled, "What the hell is your problem? We're still filling up. You're just being an @$$hole!" I then turned, and said that I was "... just about finished. Don't blow a gasket."

I was trying to defuse the situation, and get the car filled, by manually squeezing the nozzle lever tighter, to get the job done. This guy got out of his truck, all five feet three inches of him, and said: "I oughtta kick your @$$!"

I couldn't help it, but I just started laughing. People nearby were watching; one older fellow told him that he needed to "cool it, Billy, or I'm going to call 911!"

Apparently, this slowed him down a bit. "But he's been taking up too much time, and, I've got places to go, John!" John replied, "We all do. Can't you see the guy is using a cane?" My lady came over to me, and yelled, "If he doesn't call the police, I will!"

I looked at this poor excuse for a human being, and I said: "Cane or no cane, you're going to regret meeting me. Get the hell back into your truck, or you'll be wishing you hadn't!"

I don't know if it was the look in my eyes, or, the way I said what I had said. He just cursed me out some more, and, wouldn't you know it? The police showed up. The cop asked me if the guy had tried to threaten me, and I told the cop: "If he tried to do anything, I would've defended myself. Between you and me, Deputy, I think this guy's got an open container in his truck, and he seems to be inebriated to me."

The cop said, "It wouldn't be the first time." The guy got back into his truck, and proceeded to leave, while the cop and I talked about what the police has to deal with, on a daily basis - and that my deceased father had been a State Port Authority cop, until he retired back in 1999. Apparently, the cop wasn't having any of it. Another cruiser had pulled up, blocking the pickup truck in.

Long story short - the guy refused to take a breathalyzer, and, they put handcuffs on him, and carried him off to jail. The guy had a nearly finished bottle of Wild Turkey, placed upon the hood of his truck, and, they even found some METH on him. Dammit, Jim. That sucked for him, to be sure...

In my cigarette case that I use as a wallet, I pulled out my old Fraternal Order of Police card, back from when I was a member, because I wanted the cop to see it. He shook his head, and said: "It's a small world. My brother worked up at the Norfolk, VA terminal - as a Customs agent, and constable. He probably knew your dad."

We said our farewells, and, my lady and I left. What a night.

I miss you, Pa. Ma - you, too - LW
 
daffyducknj said:
There must be someone out there that can crack the LG tribute/F60! Was so easy to root my Tab 4... Wish that was the phone instead LOL

Other than that I wish we had Star Trek style transporter units to move around rather than the gas powered monsters we still rely on! If not I'd chop a few trees for a Tesla, heh.
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Chevy just showed their all electric Bolt concept, with a 200 mile range. Still, any alternative to gas engines needs oil to be expensive to be viable. We shall see.

http://www.slate.com/blogs/future_t...hevy_bolt_concept_car_not_a_tesla_killer.html
 
LOveWerks said:
It's official - my better half is celebrating her twelfth year of sobriety, tonight, at a meeting in a nearby city. Tomorrow, she even invited me to attend her medallion ceremony.

I'm honored.

At least her sponsor likes me, even though I'm not into the co-dependency thing that is endemic to A.A., as well as N.A., and - even G.A. (Gambler's Anonymous).

I still believe that one has to stand on their own two feet, and maintain accountability and responsibility for their actions. That was drilled into my head as a kid growing up, and my late parents grew up during the Great Depression - so, there wasn't any escape route for me, when I decided to bend, or break house rules.

At any rate, I'm on the computer, getting ready for... a rant. What grinds my gears is:

Just an hour ago, my lady and I had gone to top off the car's fuel tank. Prices, in my area of NC, are $2.07 a gallon (the lowest price, according to GasBuddy). With our Walmart Gift Card discount, it came to $2.04 a gallon. I've heard that gas prices in Colorado were around $1.67 a gallon - that, my friends, must've been nice.

The gas station was SWAMPED. However, I managed a Mass-Hole maneuver, and got to a pump before this skinny, drunk redneck did - his truck was too big to fit in sideways, and I just squeezed right in. He opened his door, after backing his truck just inches from the trunk of the car - I was already out, with my cane (and galvanizing pain), getting the hose and nozzle into the the car's filling receptacle.

He said, "Say, man, don't make me wait!" Which, really started to p*** me off. He closed his door with a slam, and, I yelled, "You'll get your turn!" While the pump was filling the car, I went to the windshield washer station, and dunked the squeegee into the windshield solvent.

I then proceeded to wash and squeegee the windshield, and, back window. Due to all of the rain on our muddy roads, it was something that needed to be done. This guy was literally screaming inside of his King Ranch Ford pickup, epithets that don't need to be repeated here... and, yes, the car was still filling up - as it was damned-near next to the 'vapor mark' on the gas gauge... the red light had turned on during our ride miles back, letting me know that I was getting close to running out of gas.

After my therapy appointment, and my lady picking up her prescriptions at a pharmacy, we went to shop for groceries at a nearby grocery store. Then, to go and get the car filled up. We return to our story in progress.

I put the squeegee back into its holder, and, limped over to the nozzle.

He then whips his door open, and slurred: "I done told ya not to make me wait! Did you just say somethin' to me?!" My lady got out of the car, and yelled, "What the hell is your problem? We're still filling up. You're just being an @$$hole!" I then turned, and said that I was "... just about finished. Don't blow a gasket."

I was trying to defuse the situation, and get the car filled, by manually squeezing the nozzle lever tighter, to get the job done. This guy got out of his truck, all five feet three inches of him, and said: "I oughtta kick your @$$!"

I couldn't help it, but I just started laughing. People nearby were watching; one older fellow told him that he needed to "cool it, Billy, or I'm going to call 911!"

Apparently, this slowed him down a bit. "But he's been taking up too much time, and, I've got places to go, John!" John replied, "We all do. Can't you see the guy is using a cane?" My lady came over to me, and yelled, "If he doesn't call the police, I will!"

I looked at this poor excuse for a human being, and I said: "Cane or no cane, you're going to regret meeting me. Get the hell back into your truck, or you'll be wishing you hadn't!"

I don't know if it was the look in my eyes, or, the way I said what I had said. He just cursed me out some more, and, wouldn't you know it? The police showed up. The cop asked me if the guy had tried to threaten me, and I told the cop: "If he tried to do anything, I would've defended myself. Between you and me, Deputy, I think this guy's got an open container in his truck, and he seems to be inebriated to me."

The cop said, "It wouldn't be the first time." The guy got back into his truck, and proceeded to leave, while the cop and I talked about what the police has to deal with, on a daily basis - and that my deceased father had been a State Port Authority cop, until he retired back in 1999. Apparently, the cop wasn't having any of it. Another cruiser had pulled up, blocking the pickup truck in.

Long story short - the guy refused to take a breathalyzer, and, they put handcuffs on him, and carried him off to jail. The guy had a nearly finished bottle of Wild Turkey, placed upon the hood of his truck, and, they even found some METH on him. Dammit, Jim. That sucked for him, to be sure...

In my cigarette case that I use as a wallet, I pulled out my old Fraternal Order of Police card, back from when I was a member, because I wanted the cop to see it. He shook his head, and said: "It's a small world. My brother worked up at the Norfolk, VA terminal - as a Customs agent, and constable. He probably knew your dad."

We said our farewells, and, my lady and I left. What a night.

I miss you, Pa. Ma - you, too - LW
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Gotta love instant karma! :D
 
If he'd kept his mouth shut, and kept his public drinking on the surreptitious side, he'd be home with his wife and kids, and not facing two felony charges.

Being caught with a glass pipe, and a fairly substantial stash of crank just added insult to injury. In my wilder days, I did some crazy s*** - but, even then, I kept things WAY DOWN. Truthfully, I did snag the pump from him, because a compact-sized car can maneuver quicker than a King Cab with duelies.

I suppose that I had better watch my karma, or, my Ka-Tet... better to be safe, than sorry. Good night, all ;) LW
 
I use to catch it all the time with the Spitfire. Car was so small, you could whip around an idiot trying to pull in a parking space with a large vehicle. The funniest one was when I had the Spitfire parked in front of the apartment. I had some old biddy in a Cadillac glaring at me since she wanted my spot. I was leaving anyway, but I pulled into the office parking lot across the street for a minute to watch the fun. There was absolutely no way she was going to get that long 60s model Caddy into the space my Spitfire left. I watched her try for 10 minutes, cracking up all the while.

The Tacoma handles really well and has a short turning radius. I've squeezed into fairly tight angled spaces, had an idiot waiting for the parking space try it when I left, and they took 5 tries to get in. The radius is short enough that I can be going the wrong way on a two way aisle, and still park the right direction on one try.

I know the idiots do that at gas stations. We fill up car and truck at same time. I usually can find an open pump faster than the Vulcan, so I go first. I will sit until he catches up in a few seconds so he can pull directly behind me. Some do not like that, but it's the same sale.
We have a KS loyalty card. Last fillup intermediate grade was 87 cents per gallon.
 
Titanfall - smart pistol is the lamest gun ever, anyone who uses it should be banned from videogames for a minimum of one year.
 
Im in a funk so to speak...trying not to be...its been 2 months today that my son's good friend took his own life at the age of 12...I had some wine and pizza with his mom today,..we laughed and cried and reminisced...
she is so strong...
me..not so much
 
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