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More people-bitching, so look away.
Tabby has always had a maddeningly anti-recycling outlook, which makes no sense when you consider she's about 18 years younger than me and the future of the planet will be a much more relevant problem in her lifetime than mine. But she simply refuses to recycle, and worse treats with disdain anyone who does, i.e. Tery.
I couldn't be prouder of Tery. She went from begrudgingly occasionally rinsing beer cans to carrying canvas tote bags to parties for ease of carting recyclables home, hers and everyone else's. She even set up a recycling box in the breakroom at work, which Tabby of course sneers at. She can't even be bothered to use it, despite sitting a foot away from the garbage can.
"I just bought a Honda Civic!" she cries, which, to her credit, she chose based partly on its superior gas mileage. "I've done my good deed for the world!" As if changing one aspect of your lifestyle to green forgives you shitting all over Mother Earth in every other.
So in this respect she completely deserves Kay, who continues to be an ignorant, selfish cow. Thank GOD I don't work with her anymore.
At a recent party at their house to celebrate them finishing their basement, somehow guests started filtering out until it was down to me and a couple of vet techs from Kay's new hospital.
Kay posed the question, "So, what do you guys think about me buying a bigger Jeep now that prices are so low?" Yes. Most American SUV owners are realizing they're driving a dinosaur and the meteors are falling, but Kay wants a BIGGER dinosaur. Why? Because her current Jeep Wrangler just isn't big enough to transport their dogs.
I bowed out of the discussion right away, saying how much I hated SUVs. The guy part of the tech couple shared my views, and presented all the rationales against SUVs. The first of these was the fact that it's time to think about the rest of the world when making such decisions, not just our own personal desires -- to which Kay let out her guffawing horse laugh, and said, "Think about someone else? Keep in mind who you're talking about here!" I could've socked her in the face.
Other arguments against the global village: Tabby thought it was okay to buy SUVs as long as you weren't doing it just to be "trendy" -- because everyone knows it's only the "trendy" ones that guzzle gas.
Mrs. Tech's point was "Hel-LO. We live in Colorado where it SNOWS. We NEED SUVs!" Okay, A.) Don't begin your logical debate with "Hel-LO," a catch phrase that should have been retired about 10 minutes after Friends finished its first run. B.) Yes, we live in Colorado, and it snows. We also don't live in the mountains, which means the roads are plowed fairly regularly and when they aren't, snow melts all on its own within 24 hours. C.) Thousands of Denverites manage just fine driving cars in the winter. How do you explain THAT anomaly, Chandler?
I had to get out of there, especially after I asked Tabby if she were going to Pride the next day and Kay again guffawed, saying, "I have no idea what that is!" I know, because you aren't gay (Kay is an Anne Heche lesbian, namely only for Tabby).
Update: Yesterday Kay drove her brand new Jeep to the hospital to show it off. Tery says it looks bigger, but the interior seems the same size. She wanted to spit. I wonder if she's shown it to her one sensible co-worker yet?
I guess I'm done.
~*~
I'm slowly working my way through 2007's "Horrorfest: 8 Films to Die For" but have been keeping it to myself because, for the most part, they've been more silly than scary. Another year, a little bit more jaded and bored. A couple have had promise, namely "Mulberry Street" (New York sewer rats bite humans and transform them into bloodthirstyzombies man-rodents), and "The Deaths of Ian Stone" (a man is killed repeatedly by shadowy, nightmarish creatures. Every time he resurrects he gets closer to piecing together the truth about his nature. Might actually bear repeat viewing on something larger than a laptop).
Then there's "Nightmare Man."
( ::The story is ludicrous. You can only imagine where it goes from here:: )
Why do I bother? Why?
Tabby has always had a maddeningly anti-recycling outlook, which makes no sense when you consider she's about 18 years younger than me and the future of the planet will be a much more relevant problem in her lifetime than mine. But she simply refuses to recycle, and worse treats with disdain anyone who does, i.e. Tery.
I couldn't be prouder of Tery. She went from begrudgingly occasionally rinsing beer cans to carrying canvas tote bags to parties for ease of carting recyclables home, hers and everyone else's. She even set up a recycling box in the breakroom at work, which Tabby of course sneers at. She can't even be bothered to use it, despite sitting a foot away from the garbage can.
"I just bought a Honda Civic!" she cries, which, to her credit, she chose based partly on its superior gas mileage. "I've done my good deed for the world!" As if changing one aspect of your lifestyle to green forgives you shitting all over Mother Earth in every other.
So in this respect she completely deserves Kay, who continues to be an ignorant, selfish cow. Thank GOD I don't work with her anymore.
At a recent party at their house to celebrate them finishing their basement, somehow guests started filtering out until it was down to me and a couple of vet techs from Kay's new hospital.
Kay posed the question, "So, what do you guys think about me buying a bigger Jeep now that prices are so low?" Yes. Most American SUV owners are realizing they're driving a dinosaur and the meteors are falling, but Kay wants a BIGGER dinosaur. Why? Because her current Jeep Wrangler just isn't big enough to transport their dogs.
I bowed out of the discussion right away, saying how much I hated SUVs. The guy part of the tech couple shared my views, and presented all the rationales against SUVs. The first of these was the fact that it's time to think about the rest of the world when making such decisions, not just our own personal desires -- to which Kay let out her guffawing horse laugh, and said, "Think about someone else? Keep in mind who you're talking about here!" I could've socked her in the face.
Other arguments against the global village: Tabby thought it was okay to buy SUVs as long as you weren't doing it just to be "trendy" -- because everyone knows it's only the "trendy" ones that guzzle gas.
Mrs. Tech's point was "Hel-LO. We live in Colorado where it SNOWS. We NEED SUVs!" Okay, A.) Don't begin your logical debate with "Hel-LO," a catch phrase that should have been retired about 10 minutes after Friends finished its first run. B.) Yes, we live in Colorado, and it snows. We also don't live in the mountains, which means the roads are plowed fairly regularly and when they aren't, snow melts all on its own within 24 hours. C.) Thousands of Denverites manage just fine driving cars in the winter. How do you explain THAT anomaly, Chandler?
I had to get out of there, especially after I asked Tabby if she were going to Pride the next day and Kay again guffawed, saying, "I have no idea what that is!" I know, because you aren't gay (Kay is an Anne Heche lesbian, namely only for Tabby).
Update: Yesterday Kay drove her brand new Jeep to the hospital to show it off. Tery says it looks bigger, but the interior seems the same size. She wanted to spit. I wonder if she's shown it to her one sensible co-worker yet?
I guess I'm done.
~*~
I'm slowly working my way through 2007's "Horrorfest: 8 Films to Die For" but have been keeping it to myself because, for the most part, they've been more silly than scary. Another year, a little bit more jaded and bored. A couple have had promise, namely "Mulberry Street" (New York sewer rats bite humans and transform them into bloodthirsty
Then there's "Nightmare Man."
( ::The story is ludicrous. You can only imagine where it goes from here:: )
Why do I bother? Why?