Random thing you love right now that doesn't deserve its own thread

ClockworkHouse wrote:

You have a gif of yourself. Impressive.

Wish I was that thin, and could dance that well.

I called my wife fat, and everything turned out OK.

Way back in college in the early '00s, when my wife started dating me, I introduced her to things like South Park. One thing that has stuck with us forever is Towelie, and his "you're a towel!" retort.

Ever since then, "you're a ______!" has been a template used in every faux argument we have. Randomly someone repeats someone else's noun back at them, declaring them to be that thing, usually to nonsensical effect.

Today she was needling me about ordering Buffalo Wild Wings, and I told her that I was getting strips rather than the boneless wings.

She informed me, in what is a recurring statement on this topic, how the two are exactly the same thing, and how the boneless wings are just chunks of the chicken strips.

This was the point in time where my snark autopilot decided to kick in, and I said it:

"You're a chunk"

The words had barely crossed my lips before we both instantly recognized what I had just done, and we broke into that can't-breathe kind of hysterical laughter.

I'm gonna get sh*t for this later. I know this. But so far I have lived to tell this tale.

My daughter started us on something similar. But, instead of, “You’re a chunk,” we would say, “You’re face is a chunk.”

For us it is "your mom is a chunk."

See you start with "your face in an X," then the response is "your mom is an X," culminating in "your mom's face is an X." This works best when X is either nonsensical or a positive quality, for added amusement.

Mostly agree, ActualDragon, but it actually starts with "you're an X", then your sequence.

When my youngest daughter was five, I introduced her to the "your mom is a x" variant of that game. One day, Jen came home to Hannah running up to her, sobbing and apologizing desperately through tears. After a few moments of trying to calm her down, Jen finally got her to tell her what she'd done. Emi, my oldest daughter, had called Hannah a butt. Hannah immediately responded, "Your mom is a butt," and then was horrified at realizing that she'd indeed called her own mother a butt.

I have a random love for websites that steadfastly refuse to let me see their content if I don't disable my ad blocker.

Good for you, stand by your principles, thanks for letting me know that your business model isn't for me, and I'll go elsewhere.

Jonman wrote:

I have a random love for websites that steadfastly refuse to let me see their content if I don't disable my ad blocker.

Good for you, stand by your principles, thanks for letting me know that your business model isn't for me, and I'll go elsewhere.

I call those websites "welcome to my java script blocked list" sites.

I just nope out of them as well. If the industry changes and sites start taking responsibility for the ads they serve I might change my stance.

I also deeply dislike the begging popup you get saying how lovely they are and why do I want to let their babies starve? Their poor lickle ads are specially chosen to be super nice, cross their hearts.

But if you disable the adblocker you are so inundated with auto play videos, popups and tracking ads that I have to clutch the table for support before bringing the ad block hammer right back or leaving. Firefox is so much better than Chrome for this stuff.

I take Jonman's point though. They managed to con me briefly, and they get some credit for that.

DudleySmith wrote:

I take Jonman's point though. They managed to con me briefly, and they get some credit for that.

Not sure you got my point - I was being sincere. I prefer being told "our business model isn't compatible with your desires" and going elsewhere.

DudleySmith wrote:

Firefox is so much better than Chrome for this stuff.

One browser is made by a non-profit, and the other is made by the world's largest ad company. Why might one be better about ads?

I've had a pain in my hip for nearly a year now, slowly getting worse and restricting my motion. Finally hauled it in to the local orthopedic guru. He diagnosed bursitis, and gave me my first cortisone shot. Pure magic. Immediately after, my range of motion was back to normal. Scary, almost.

I'm sure my muscles will be reacting for the next few days, but man, I'm so happy it was not heavy duty arthritis or something.

Today started with a loathe, my fancy headset I got a couple months ago on 50% off died because the dog ate it. It was an Artemis G633, so after I calmed I look on Amazon and find out it's 67% off and I pointed that out to him thinking about how funny that was, and apparently he was looking for a new headset as well, so we both buy one with a 3 year warranty for maybe 90% total price with 1 day shipping. I also finished my work for class and am waiting for grades and get an entire 3 day weekend before starting my new class (irregular class schedule).
Edit: I want to leave the original text while specifying that I pointed out the sale to dad and he was the one who wanted/got a new headset, not the dog.

Dr.Incurable wrote:

Today started with a loathe, my fancy headset I got a couple months ago on 50% off died because the dog ate it. It was an Artemis G633, so after I calmed I look on Amazon and find out it's 67% off and I pointed that out to him thinking about how funny that was, and apparently he was looking for a new headset as well, so we both buy one with a 3 year warranty for maybe 90% total price with 1 day shipping.

You and your... dog? got new headsets? Am I reading that right?

ClockworkHouse wrote:
Dr.Incurable wrote:

Today started with a loathe, my fancy headset I got a couple months ago on 50% off died because the dog ate it. It was an Artemis G633, so after I calmed I look on Amazon and find out it's 67% off and I pointed that out to him thinking about how funny that was, and apparently he was looking for a new headset as well, so we both buy one with a 3 year warranty for maybe 90% total price with 1 day shipping.

You and your... dog? got new headsets? Am I reading that right?

Woops, had edited without adding that I talked to dad. Ok that's a great mistake.

Your dad ate your headset?

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I like that as a way to enable yourself on things. My cat and I both wanted to play Bloodstained, so we went halvsies.

carrotpanic wrote:

Your dad ate your headset?

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Last night we went to see that movie, Yesterday. (Yes. That’s the name of the movie. This isn’t a ”who’s on first” gag. And it has nothing to do with the band Yes.) If you love the Beatles, go see that movie RIGHT NOW!! Do not pass go. Do not look at ANY spoilers. Seriously!

Spoiler:

When Jack knocks on that door and John f*cking Lennon answers it, I whispered “Oh, sh*t.” loud enough for some kids in the row in front me to hear. They were at least middle school age, so I guess it shouldn’t scar them.

At that point in the movie I was totally sucked in. My disbelief was almost entirely suspended at that moment. And I had no idea that John Lennon might answer the door. I actually expected it to be Paul or Ringo. And man did they do a great job of rendering Lennon’s face.

John Lennon is like a god to me. That movie gave me an experience that affected me profoundly. It felt so incredibly real. I was overcome with emotion. I stole a glance at my wife and tears were rolling down her cheeks too.

Swedish goodjers may enjoy this...

An online friend works at Schrödinger, a company that makes computational chemistry software. Because of the name, people there like to randomly put the letter 'ö' in things, because umlauts are fun (and metal!).

They had a company poker tournament and put the humorous name "Pöker Tournament" on the calendar.

Turns out, "pöker" is Swedish vulgar slang for "f*cker."

It is also, apparently, German vulgar slang for "ass," and he later learned it means "penis" in Danish.

I think HR might have to get involved if they held a "Pöker Pöker Pöker" tournament.

When I sneeze and the relief it brings is intense.

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I finally tried the hole in the wall 'Chinese' restaurant in my new neighborhood. It did not disappoint.

The inside was probably last reno'd in the 50s. There's a mom, the super vigilant grandmother, and two kids (straight up kids, nowhere close to being teenagers yet) working. The kids are making the business happen, because they're the only ones with some English communication -- daughter is doing QC by constantly yelling (yelling) things like 'beef no cooked!' and the boy is trying to make change on all cash transactions and has to crawl up on a wooden box to reach the cold war era mic at the drive through window. Oh, and if the whole-wall menu of pictures are to be believed, then they serve at least 100 different things.. I didn't see where the required customer restroom was, but I'm sure they double down and store the rice in there too.

It takes waaay too long because the guy in front of me gets double the food he was expecting and he's trying to explain this to the mom -- who, in turn, is constantly stopping to interrogate the kids with 'that voice' you hear when the folks at the Vietnamese nail salon are slagging off their customers

Now, if you're adopting your new Chinese restaurant, you have to find out if the house fried rice is worth the upcharge (like, am I going to get those tiny shrimp in there next time or what?) ; anyways, I engage the nice lady on the topic and she's struggling to answer the question. With exasperation on her face she finally belts out "use edamame".

Oh, and the grandmother slowly walks out of the kitchen at least three times during my wait in the short line. She has this exaggerated smile frozen on her face every time, says nothing, and just slooooowly sweeps her eyes across the entirety of the restaurant as if she's waiting for some sh*t to go down before shuffling back to the kitchen.

Anyways: veggies are good, they saw me and must have thought 'Bubba Ho-Tep wants ALL THE SAUCE', the spork wrapped up in the napkins is the most adorably useless spork I have ever seen, and the spicy Szechuan chicken does NOT taste right, at all, and I fully expect to be ill (also cold and not at all spicy). I love this place already (what can I say, it's sticksville Florida not Toronto -- this sort of sustenance entertainment is hard to come by here).

That *sounds* authentic Chinamerican...

I remember while I was living in Ft. Walton Beach for work in the 90's, I got bored with the chain places and "only open 2pm-7pm on Thursdays and all day Saturday" places with picnic tables under pine trees, so I drove out a half hour or so west on the coast highway, and found a place that a Sr. Chief told me had great fish. I'm white, in Florida, wearing a black leather jacket, black jeans and a t-shirt, with a non-Florida accent. There are a few locals in the place, all white, all just watching me, completely silent... And the lady at the counter takes my order, takes my money... and tells me to go around to the kitchen door to get my food.

It was indeed delicious, but to this day I don't know what Panhandle social mores I violated. I didn't go back, of course. Still... That work time in Florida inspires a lot of nostalgia in me, at times. One of the memories and places I love.

It's Always Sunny has decided to get in the awards game.

All joking aside, I think they deserve at least some kind of recognition for how Mac came out to his father last season.

Grenn wrote:

It's Always Sunny has decided to get in the awards game.

All joking aside, I think they deserve at least some kind of recognition for how Mac came out to his father last season.

Today they are all Rock, Flag, and Eagle

Taskmaster continues to be delightful.

Robear wrote:

That *sounds* authentic Chinamerican...

I remember while I was living in Ft. Walton Beach for work in the 90's, I got bored with the chain places and "only open 2pm-7pm on Thursdays and all day Saturday" places with picnic tables under pine trees, so I drove out a half hour or so west on the coast highway, and found a place that a Sr. Chief told me had great fish. I'm white, in Florida, wearing a black leather jacket, black jeans and a t-shirt, with a non-Florida accent. There are a few locals in the place, all white, all just watching me, completely silent... And the lady at the counter takes my order, takes my money... and tells me to go around to the kitchen door to get my food.

It was indeed delicious, but to this day I don't know what Panhandle social mores I violated. I didn't go back, of course. Still... That work time in Florida inspires a lot of nostalgia in me, at times. One of the memories and places I love.

Up until last year, my parents were retired in Niceville (they are fine, they moved to Apex NC) so i spent a good bit of time down there over the years, even lived there working construction for a couple eyars at one point. I'm pretty sure I have been to that place, and it was in ded delicious, and i wouldn't worry about the social morays(sp), those places are all a bit.. off.