It's Called Weather. Deal.

Southern Californians who bitch and moan when the temperature dips below 65 degrees Farenheit can fuck off. There are these things called "sweaters" and "jackets" and "blankets" for you to endure the two weeks of Winter Holocaust we all have been plagued to suffer by angry gods. Other people elsewhere need them in September when you can still surf in your skivvies and yet continue to complain that it's too hot. 350 days out of the year you are blessed with a climate that can only be described as perfect. Shut UP.

Go on, the rest of yous. What do you have for us this week?

Dear Youtube

Dear Youtube,
I didn't complain when you started showing commercials before and between some of your videos. I'm getting your services for free, after all. I got peeved when some of the adverts became flashy and oversized, but still held back from groaning. I don't even make a fuss about the sound on some clips being disabled. It's not your fault there are people who think they deserve a fat check every time three notes of their music moves between a pair of human ears. But now you've started putting commercials at the top of your "related videos" that sit on the right sidebar - commercials that are in no way whatsoever related to the feature I happen to be watching. That's stupid. It's low. And with competitors like Hulu on the rise and undoubtedly many more to come, if you keep this shit up, you'll be as irrelevant as AOL in the age of Google.

Fuck off,
Me.

Friday Comes On A Wednesday

It's unlikely I'll be near a computer on Friday and I suspect that will be the case for many others. If you wind up going shopping, don't get trampled. I hope everyone has a nice Thanksgiving. If you've got any Fuck Offs, get 'em out of your system now before you head off to celebrate.

Cheers.

This Is So Important I Must Drop It In Your Lap And Go Home

People who come to you with a Very! Urgent! Matter! at the end of the day and then inform you that they are leaving to go home can fuck off. If it's so fucking important you expect me to drop everything, it should be important enough to spend an extra five fucking minutes at your job. A little effort above and beyond to get things done never killed anyone.

And the boss who actually spoke the words "You're a little ditzy sometimes but you're a good girl" to Laura's Daughter can Fuck Off With Knobs On (see last week's thread). Condescending fuckwad.

Your turn.

Just Another Friday

I got nothing. It's all yours.

Fucking Vague

Self-absorbed, pretentious assholes who think they're infinitely smarter when they are, in fact, quite fucking dumb can fuck off.

A quick FUCK YEAH!

FUCK YEAH! to filling all our deer tags this year, all with big bucks. FUCK YEAH! to a 5-point x 4-point, which I got.

And FUCK YEAH to palling around today out at the ranch with Wunderkraut. You go, boy!