John Glenn's record is going to be hard to beat.
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some times ya gotta say fuck it and go with the funk
Things that annoy me about each of our cars:
-Subaru goes beepy every time you lock/unlock it. I do not need this function. It's loud and obnoxious. If I want to unlock any but just the driver door, I have to hit it twice, so it beeps loudly four times...
-Chevy's lights come on when you unlock it; if I have to grab something out of the truck at night or am leaving at the crack of, the lights blast right down the side of my house and my neighbors', right where their bedrooms are. It's totally unnecessary. I'm constantly trying to unlock-open the door-flip the lights off as fast as I can.
I get that it's handy for parking lots where you might not know exactly where your car is, but there's a panic button for that. Press it and the horn honks, lights flash, press it again and it stops. Easy peasy.
I think it's pretty bad ass that, after training to be an astronaut 60 years ago, she made it to space. Very cool story.
You can't configure that for both of them to stop those behaviors? Even my POS 2005 Chevy has options in the menu for the lights/horn upon locking/unlocking. Damn near 2 decades old. Surely Subaru has something like and Chevy hasn't regressed. Check your instruction manuals.
I need a ruling on tossing a bag of poop into a trash barrel on trash day that has not been picked up yet.
We have those barrels that a truck grabs with some mechanical arm type thing.
Good to toss it into a neighbors bin (on trash day) if the trash guy hasn’t come yet?
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Just leave the bag on the sidewalk.
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Subie I can turn the hazards off on unlock, but not the noise. There's a volume setting they can adjust at the dealership, will try on my next service.
The Chevy does have settings to adjust lights on keyless entry, I'll be checking it when the wife gets home.
You know what annoys me? People like myself that bitch about problems before they even try to find a solution. Sheesh.
Alright that's it. I've had it with everybody. Can I just kill them all? Ok maybe that's a bit much, how about if I just run them over?
As long as my wheeled bin is out at the street for pickup I'm fine with it. I don't want folks coming up my driveway to put the crap in the can.
Around here people like to leave the bags next to someone's bear box. I agree that opening someone's bear box to put dog crap in the can is a step too far, but don't leave it for the owner to pick up. Take it with you.
Poopcicle
Lorenc Peter Elfred Freuchen was a 6’7” tall walrus-spearing, peg-legged, anti-Semite-clobbering Danish explorer and badass old-school 1900s explorer who wore a fucking awesome coat made of polar bear fur, rocked a seriously epic beard, rode a dogsled 1,000 kilometers across the Greenland ice cap in the 1910s, killed a wolf with his bare hands, escaped a Nazi death warrant at the height of the Third Reich, amputated his own fucking gangrenous toes with a pair of pliers (and no anesthesia), and starred in a goddamned Oscar-winning movie – which was based on a book that he wrote, and this guy was so over-the-top awesome that he played the fucking villain in a movie that was loosely based around his own autobiography. He was also the fifth person to win the jackpot in the TV game show The $64,000 Question, published thirty books, founded two Adventurer’s Clubs, and his biography is called The Vagrant Viking.
Need more proof? Check this shit. One time he was caught in a blizzard and ended up being buried alive in an inescapable cocoon of ice so tightly packed around him that he could barely move. After 30 hours trapped in a frosty tomb the size of a large suitcase this behemoth Dane escaped certain death by molding his own shit into a fucking knife and using it to carve through a solid wall of ice, then crawled another three hours back to base camp like something out of The Revenant meets Everest meets goddamn Shawshank Redemption.
You might want to break the Prozacs in half.
try as i may, my poop has yet to achieve a hardened blade like consistency……
much to my chagrin.
Yeah. The poop blade story always reeked of exaggeration. And reeked.
But I read two of Peter Freuchin’s books a few years ago.
Highly recommended
Interesting dude. After years of living with Inuit. Somehow his last wife was a New York fashionista.
https://www.badassoftheweek.com/freuchen