Kaymyth

Dear Woodwind & Brasswind, You are not helping my resolve to wait for getting a new flute. I still have a year of car payments left, and you are e-mailing me about this, "Buy a flute and get a piccolo free!" special. Seriously. Not. Helping. Sincerely, Me.

This is why honey-baked ham is a thing. Ewwww! (Disclaimer: I hate peanut butter, so I am an unfair judge of this sort of thing.)

That's fair. There's very little about Farscape that isn't awesome, really.

That is a lot more complicated than the Farscape drinking game: And...that's pretty much it. (Anyone who is now saying, "Wait, that doesn't sound like much of a game!" has obviously and tragically never seen an episode of Farscape.)

...Kelsier as basically the Cosmere equivalent of the Andromeda Ascendant? That is terrifying.

I...I think it would be best for the sanity of all GMs everywhere if you and I never played in the same campaign. Yes, there's a story behind this, but my break period at work is insufficient time to type it up, so I'm afraid it will have to wait until later.

I think your main problem, so to speak, is that you're the only sensible, self-reflecting one in the bunch. It doesn't sound like any of them admit that they have flaws at all, but because you do, it gives them the necessary ammunition to break you down. There's a saying out there that says, "Do not engage the crazy." Basically meaning that there's no point to trying to argue with them; they're just too locked into their own paradigm to see it as anything other than a personal attack.

My husband's car is a dark charcoal grey. It are saddest. ...though he really didn't care about color. He was more interested in finding a manual transmission at the trim level he wanted. Hard to be picky about color with that criteria.

I'm actually pretty partial to anything bright and cheerful. I would've gone for the more teal color of Fit if it hadn't been for my fangirl desire to milk the TARDIS joke. Lime green! Canary yellow! ALL THE PURPLES! Why, why do so many people insist on preferring drab, grey or silver cars?

Nothing wrong with that. In all honestly, I think that my second generation Fit is superior to the third generation ones out now. Sure, the redesign looks prettier from the outside, but they shrank the cargo space and took away a cupholder. Why would you do that? It is quite cute and tiny, though you'd be shocked at how much space there really is in that thing. This is why I got the blue - because it's TARDIS blue and it's bigger on the inside than the outside. (Bonus: the official color name is "Vortex Blue". Heeheehee.)

Yeah. The transmission blowing was the death knell of my Lumina. I wasn't in a position to buy a new car at that point, so I wound up inheriting my dad's old Alero, which had its own...issues. I drive a Honda Fit now, that I bought MYSELF. NEW. It was a lovely feeling.

This...actually happened to me, more or less (though the engine light never actually came on). The death of the Lumina - it had been having transmission problems, but the mechanics I took it too kept saying that they "couldn't reproduce" the issue. Well, no, idjits, you didn't actually take it out at highway speeds like I told you to, did you? But no, it was much easier for them to not do their jobs and snicker at the silly female and her ladybrain who thought she knew something about cars. So they flushed my transmission fluid to make it look like they were doing something. Bad. Plan. So, less than 5 minutes after commenting to my husband that I wasn't sure what I would do if my car died, I was accelerating onto the interstate. Then, from under the hood - BANG! ka-thunk, ka-thunk, ka-thunk And that, my friends, is the sound a car makes when its transmission explodes. So, the moral of the story is don't ever take your car to Firestone.

James has a program on his phone he uses to read our cars. I'm not sure how much fiddling it would take for your van, but he might be able to pull the code.

Car insurance rates for males is higher than for females because statistically, teenaged boys get into more accidents than girls. The rates drop like a rock when you turn 25 (for either sex). They also drop again when you get married. Because apparently married people are "more responsible."

It's time. Time to print out and wallpaper the house in My Little Pony screenshots. PONYBOMB THEM ALL! Muahahahaha!

I...I'm sorry?

Excellent! And really, how are they going to know if you've adjusted the vent? Wander into your room and say, "My goodness, it's far too livable in here. We must make you suffer!" Also, if they accuse you of adjusting the vent, blame it on Kelsier.

I believe that this is the sort of situation where shouting, "Shut up and take my money!" is appropriate.

Fear Our Unicorns ...seriously, I wish I could take a picture of my cube at work, but cameras are forbidden because we deal with a lot of confidential client stuff. But a few years back, my husband gave me a ThinkGeek plush unicorn bouquet, and now the little posable beasties are all over my cube - perched on the monitor, hanging from the walls, clinging to other little toys... I have some coworkers who find them disturbing.

There's a state law out there that defines pi as 3. That doesn't make it true.

From minor complaints to major existential crises and everything in between - whatever you need to vent about, that's what this thread is for. I'm not sure what your options or circumstances are right now, but I second the volunteering idea. If it gets you out of the house and lets you do something worthwhile, then at least you can feel like you've accomplished something. It'll help. I'd also say try not to feel too bad about not going out for a run. As hot as it has been, there's a real risk of heatstroke, especially if you're not acclimated to it. Humans aren't meant to bottle up emotions; learning to let go can be hard, but it's healthy. You know why we cry when we're sad? It's the brain's mechanism for getting rid of stress chemicals - squirt 'em out the tear ducts. According to my husband, 40 didn't feel that different from 39, nor did 41 from 40. Of course, he also says that if you just make the count in a different number base, then the milestones are farther apart. Go ahead, calculate your age in hexidecimal! That'll make you feel better!

Hah! This post earned me my 1000th upvote!

Yeh, that's kind of where I am at this point. It's their loss, really, not having me grace them with my awesomeness.

Honestly, I don't think that anyone would be surprised. But given that it's a 3 1/2 hour drive and I already have plans that day, I'm afraid it isn't happening.