Random thoughts and questions

I don't think they're going to let us out of work early today. There's like NO ONE HERE. Come on, guys!

Tonight is my evening shift at the library (which explains why I'm camping out on the board this morning.... ugh, got to get out of this chair).

I will be working from noon to 8pm.

I believe I will bring my knitting.

Generally, yes.

This is not going to get better. My dog gets ear infections about once a year so I know how unpleasant it can be for both dog and owner. Take your dog to the vet. Tell your vet your dog has a chronic yeast infection in its ears. Your vet will most likely prescribe Surolan. You can get it online for $13.99 with a prescription. If you can't do this take Athryn 's advice and give up the dog, it shouldn't have to needlessly suffer.

We're off at 2, it's new comics day, my favorite movie's playing at the Drafthouse tonight (with live in-theater pyro, wooo!) - this could only be improved with a bourbon lunch!

Yes, they can be recycled at the grocery store, with the other plastic bags (like plastic grocery bags.)

No, they're not taken by curbside collection.

IIRC, you live in San Jose, and the following may be helpful.

Under the plastic section it mentions taking them to the grocery store.

I think this is, by far, my favorite Black Friday sale.

Sounds like nickel shot night to me!

I was sitting and eating a Jumbo pork BBQ sandwich all by my lonesome and I began to think about rather I would prefer BBQ over steak, which has historically been my favorite food. I do not get steak as much as it is more expensive, so you would think I would rather be sitting eating steak. BBQ at most of my favorite places is, however, so consistently good and I leave wanting more each time. Then, on my way out to the car, I decided if by some unfortunate chain of events I was sentenced to death and had to choose a last meal it would have to be BBQ....or Kate Upton.

I just got assigned a project with a time limit that runs roughshod over Thanksgiving. Someone gonna get shanked.

I wish I had a jumbo pork BBQ sandwich right now, but my present employer doesn't allow pork or shellfish in the office.

What?

Apparently there's some rule that he can't allow blatantly non-kosher food in any building he owns.

My mom once dated a guy whose family was strictly kosher, but she had no idea. They flew out to see them for Thanksgiving one year and, since this was back when airlines served food, they didn't eat their sandwiches on the plane so my mom put them in her purse to take with them for later. When she got to the house she put them in the fridge and thought nothing of it until his mother started having a breakdown that she was going to have to throw out the fridge cause the sandwiches? Were ham and cheese.

She said later they were wrapped up in white parchment paper so she had no idea what they were, but that even if she did, she probably would've just done the same thing since the lady spent the rest of the night refusing to speak directly to my mom and only referred to her as "The little blonde shiksa." Needless to say, that man was not my father.

And the movie is...?

Are you a snake?

The Rock!

Michael Bay's magnum opus, and just an all-round awesome flick.

I'd never heard that. I can understand keeping his kitchen or home free of non-kosher foods but other buildings? Also sounds like an imposition that goes against his employees rights.

Well, got on the NYS Thruway for the ~5 hour drive out to my father's for Thanksgiving, pleased that we actually got going early for a change. Five miles later, the car in front of us throws up some sort of road debris, which flies right into the front of our car. Nowhere to go--the debris came flying at the right side of the windshield, and there was a car in the lane directly to my left. I braked. Didn't help much.

So whatever this piece of debris was (something that fell off a truck?), it FUCKED UP our car. It bounced off our hood, tearing up the hood and the front right corner panel, and cracking the right headlight. Then it smashed the windshield, throwing glass into the car--only a little, luckily. What saved us is that it hit the right pillar; a few inches to the left and it probably would have punched right through the windshield and hit Karen in the face (she was in the passenger seat).

We pulled off the highway to survey the damage, and saw that the debris had sliced into that pillar like a knife through butter...



Scary. So at least we had the good fortune to get our car smashed up just a few miles away from our dealer and their body shop. The car is there now, and we're in a rental and on the road again. Shaken. And now running late. :(

That pillar, sadly, goes all the way to the back of the car and turns into the rear quarter panel. So every body panel on the passenger side (save for the doors), plus the hood and headlamp and windshield. I expect the damage to be in the thousands.

Jebus, Ben! So happy everyone escaped injury.

My biggest thing was that I thought I'd have to pay $200+ again and every other time something went wrong in his ears.
Thank goodness the solution won't take an arm and a leg. I'M ON THE CASE.

Sympathy likes. Road debris is right near raccoon shit on my list of things that suck. I've lost a number of windshields to some bullshit rocks getting kicked up hard enough that they can't be repaired with a quick patch and I'll be damned if I'm buying a third fucking windshield in five years (previous car). Worse when it kills the body though, you can't just let that shit hang loose. :(

MulMizu: You won't know whether it will "take an arm and a leg" unless you have a veterinarian inspect your animal and prescribe the proper medication for them. While this might be harsh to read or hear, owning an animal is not an on-again, off-again, part-time responsibility; it is a full-time gig that requires just as much love and affection as it does monetary commitment. It is cruel to relegate an animal to suffering because you are afraid of the costs of treatment and are unwilling to make the adult decision to surrender your animal to an organization that will rehome the animal with a family that will love it every bit as much as you do but who are more financially stable.

I do not make this post lightly, but out of all of the options an animal owner has, doing nothing and hoping for the best is among the most cruel.

I have no idea. Apparently someone brought shumai for lunch, once, and my boss had to get his rabbi to come and re-consecrate the place after the fact.

This is an at-will state, though, so there really aren't that many employee protections.

The windshield sucks but:

WHUT

I was trying to describe my disdain for road debris in a clever and/or colorful fashion. I don't hate it with the burning of 1000 suns so my favorite trope just wasn't cutting the mustard. Then I was thinking about AC3 and I was all "man, raccoons are fucking hard to kill sometimes!"

That's ridiculous no blessing is necessary to make an environment kosher, it simply needs to be cleaned properly. A Rabbi may be called to ensure this process is done to his satisfaction but there is no blessing involved.

I'm guessing there's no actual requirement he keep every building he owns kosher. I'm willing to bet it's purely a convenience for himself since if the eating environment isn't kosher he couldn't eat in it.

He probably shouldn't be eating on a table that has ever had dairy and meat on it. God help him if someone set their roast beef with swiss cheese sandwich down somewhere.

Not sure that matters in the case of freedom of religion.

That's why we need a law enshrining a constitutional freedom from religion.

Or for some sharp legal jurists to finally interpret the Establishment clause as it was meant to be.

If someone went out for lunch and had an enormous pulled pork and bacon sandwich off the premises, is your boss okay with them then having a dump in the bathrooms at work afterwards?

Dear Amtrak,

BUY SWITCHES THAT ARE LESS SHIT YOU THUNDERCUNTS. I DO NOT APPROVE OF MASSIVE DELAYS. HURRY UP OR I SWEAR I'LL START STRIPPING. ALL WILL TREMBLE AND KNOW FEAR IN THE FACE OF THE HELICOCKTER!

Love,
Aeon

Last night I was late getting home because a stalled train had to be removed from the system. By the time my train was ready to roll out of the station passengers were stacked on the platform like cord wood then stuffed into the cars not unlike canned sardines.

I got home a little late and smelling vaguely of my close (very close) train friends. It was no big deal.