The Grumpy Old Man [woman] Topic
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Well today's grumpiness inducing thing has been the erection of some For Sale signs around my estate. Now I accept that when you want to sell a house, it is pretty reasonable to stick a For Sale sign in your garden or on your fence. But what I hate is when the agents start to compete against each other and these bloody things begin to appear further and further from the properties for sale. So.... you end up with a little game of 'follow the arrows'.
These guys know that there are restrictions on how the erection of For Sale signs and that they should be within a max distance from the property, so it pisses me off when they blatantly ignore that and leave the place plastered with their 'litter'.
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These guys know that there are restrictions on how the erection of For Sale signs and that they should be within a max distance from the property, so it pisses me off when they blatantly ignore that and leave the place plastered with their 'litter'.
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Oh...thanks, Boo - You too kind. .... really...much too kind 
... I receive a message back from Steven about a email that I send him this morning. He write back: "Gia - you not need to write "12 noon" because every one know what it mean. I not so Americanize as I was thinking!... hehe... but thank you, you Wales man you!
... I receive a message back from Steven about a email that I send him this morning. He write back: "Gia - you not need to write "12 noon" because every one know what it mean. I not so Americanize as I was thinking!... hehe... but thank you, you Wales man you! 
LOL, here cyclists seem to be exempt from traffic rules and heaven forbid if you have a green left turn light and there is a cyclist approaching from the on coming lane. Wouldn't it be fun to get the inconsiderate drivers and the inconsiderate exempt cyclists in the same route? Now that would be fun to watch. LOL !Well today's moan is not an unusual one for me and most cyclists. Inconsiderate drivers!
While approaching a roundabout I wanted to move to the middle lane of 3. But would the cars behind me slow down to let me? No, even tho I had stuck out a hand, slowed down, personally wished each and everyone of them a 'good morning'. Asked after their health and how was their garden growing this weather? Nope. Not a single one of them. I reckon that 5 at least pushed me over to the left until I brave it out and made my move. Not wise and not safe, but other than that I was going to have to carry the bike on my shoulder across the roundabout.
Oh and there was also the woman driver of a 4 x 4 who decided to overtake a cyclist approaching me in the other direction. Sadly, she missed the fact that I was on the same side road where she was now driving! Never mind, missus. The look on your face was worth it!
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Ah but that is motorcycles, Gia. Us mere bicyclists never make loud noises! Well not on our bikes.
I was actually writing about bicycles here.
I know, and I was quoting Gia.
*** Is best may be that you not quote Gia for any thing..sorry sorry...here we calling motorbikes & cyclists also is samee thing.. motorcycle or bicycle rider...bikes can be bicycle or motorcycle.
I just give to you a headaches correct? Sordy.........NEV-ERR MINNND. Gia knows nothing. : ]
Don't you worry, Gia. I knew what you meant. :grin:*** Is best may be that you not quote Gia for any thing..sorry sorry...here we calling motorbikes & cyclists also is samee thing.. motorcycle or bicycle rider...bikes can be bicycle or motorcycle.
.......NEV-ERR MINNND. Gia knows nothing. : ]
** that is okay jumpdawg...you welcome and we happy that you happy
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Well it has been a while since I felt this grumpy.
The day started well, it looked lovely and bright and the temps were promising for the morning. A quick look at the trees in the garden indicated that the wind was not too strong. So, at the back of 8am I stumbled down to the garage and got the bike out. A wee trip to Loch Lomond to bask in the sunlight and impress the tourists with my lycra clad thighs [..........ok, maybe not!] seemed in order. The advantage in this too is that there is a cycle track most of the way which makes the gradients very small. So, off I went. Sigh........... That was as good as it got. Within a mile of home I detected some rather mischievous gear action going on. So a quick about turn and back to the garage I headed. Bike up on stand, tools out, a tweak here and a tweak there and things were better. However, I had wasted about an hour by this time and that deterred me from heading off to the bonnie banks. So, instead it was some local cycling for me instead. Unfortunately, that entails more hills. Anyhoo, off I went.
Rather quickly I noticed that the light winds had decided to strengthen somewhat and some more forceful pedalling was required. That was a pain in more than one way. Then as I climbed the hills, just at the most exposed part, I thought that I should try to deal with the irritating rattling noise from my gears. Something that in theory can be done while still cycling. So, I tried some minor adjustments using an inline cable adjuster. Big mistake! The devil invented this device and he is one sick puppy! Pretty soon the gears were out of sync and skipping their way across the gears like they had a mind of their own. As I approached one steep hill on a single track road that cows consider to be their private territory, the devil's contraption stubbornly refused to let me shift to the lowest gear. I pleaded with the bike - and the devil - that I really, really needed this low gear to allow me to get to the top of the hill without being eaten by the cows - or worse, some rather intimidating looking lambs. But was he interested - not a bit of it! I had no option but to get off and adjust the gears at the business end of the bike.
Anyway, that allowed me to get going again. Even if it did mean a hill start on a steep hill. One of my most fun things to do!
Once I got over the hill and onto a fairly benign cycle track I noticed that the wind was even stronger. And it was very definitely in my face. Damn, bugger and botheration, I thought. The rest of my journey - about 15 miles of it - is directly into this effing wind. And did it ease at any point. Not a bit of it. When it was not being funnelled into my face on the track, it was even stronger when I came into open ground where it swept over farm fields and low hills. I am sure that had this been an airfield, the crosswinds would have grounded all flights.
Anyway, that was it until I got home. Then back into the garage to try to sort the gear problem and an irritating click that had developed. I think they are now fixed but at the expense of one luminous yellow top which now has oil all over it.
Grumpy? Yep, I am def grumpy today.
The day started well, it looked lovely and bright and the temps were promising for the morning. A quick look at the trees in the garden indicated that the wind was not too strong. So, at the back of 8am I stumbled down to the garage and got the bike out. A wee trip to Loch Lomond to bask in the sunlight and impress the tourists with my lycra clad thighs [..........ok, maybe not!] seemed in order. The advantage in this too is that there is a cycle track most of the way which makes the gradients very small. So, off I went. Sigh........... That was as good as it got. Within a mile of home I detected some rather mischievous gear action going on. So a quick about turn and back to the garage I headed. Bike up on stand, tools out, a tweak here and a tweak there and things were better. However, I had wasted about an hour by this time and that deterred me from heading off to the bonnie banks. So, instead it was some local cycling for me instead. Unfortunately, that entails more hills. Anyhoo, off I went.
Rather quickly I noticed that the light winds had decided to strengthen somewhat and some more forceful pedalling was required. That was a pain in more than one way. Then as I climbed the hills, just at the most exposed part, I thought that I should try to deal with the irritating rattling noise from my gears. Something that in theory can be done while still cycling. So, I tried some minor adjustments using an inline cable adjuster. Big mistake! The devil invented this device and he is one sick puppy! Pretty soon the gears were out of sync and skipping their way across the gears like they had a mind of their own. As I approached one steep hill on a single track road that cows consider to be their private territory, the devil's contraption stubbornly refused to let me shift to the lowest gear. I pleaded with the bike - and the devil - that I really, really needed this low gear to allow me to get to the top of the hill without being eaten by the cows - or worse, some rather intimidating looking lambs. But was he interested - not a bit of it! I had no option but to get off and adjust the gears at the business end of the bike.
Anyway, that allowed me to get going again. Even if it did mean a hill start on a steep hill. One of my most fun things to do!
Once I got over the hill and onto a fairly benign cycle track I noticed that the wind was even stronger. And it was very definitely in my face. Damn, bugger and botheration, I thought. The rest of my journey - about 15 miles of it - is directly into this effing wind. And did it ease at any point. Not a bit of it. When it was not being funnelled into my face on the track, it was even stronger when I came into open ground where it swept over farm fields and low hills. I am sure that had this been an airfield, the crosswinds would have grounded all flights.
Anyway, that was it until I got home. Then back into the garage to try to sort the gear problem and an irritating click that had developed. I think they are now fixed but at the expense of one luminous yellow top which now has oil all over it.
Grumpy? Yep, I am def grumpy today.
Hrrmph, my grumpiness knows no bounds this afternoon.
I have just watched a TV advert for a mattress. Now these adverts tick me off at the best of times, however, this one takes the prize for the 'weakest comparison' yet. So........
Background to advert.
A store called Argos is running an ad just now for a Silentnight mattress at £399. It compares this with a mattress being sold by a competitor called Dreams. And claims that their mattress retails at £549. However, when you listen carefully to the advert, it is not the same mattress. The Dreams one is an Insignia mattress. Furthermore, when you read the small print - which is so small, and flashes by so quickly, that you must pause the TV in order to read it - it mentions that the Dreams price includes delivery while the Argos one does not. No where does it state the cost of delivery.
So, you are comparing different mattresses and without a specific price from Argos. A bit like comparing a pair of shoes and a garden shed!!!!
Grrrrr!!!!!
I have just watched a TV advert for a mattress. Now these adverts tick me off at the best of times, however, this one takes the prize for the 'weakest comparison' yet. So........
Background to advert.
A store called Argos is running an ad just now for a Silentnight mattress at £399. It compares this with a mattress being sold by a competitor called Dreams. And claims that their mattress retails at £549. However, when you listen carefully to the advert, it is not the same mattress. The Dreams one is an Insignia mattress. Furthermore, when you read the small print - which is so small, and flashes by so quickly, that you must pause the TV in order to read it - it mentions that the Dreams price includes delivery while the Argos one does not. No where does it state the cost of delivery.
So, you are comparing different mattresses and without a specific price from Argos. A bit like comparing a pair of shoes and a garden shed!!!!
Grrrrr!!!!!
What I hear more would be Question: So, how do you go about collecting the litter on the beach?"
Answer: "Uh, well, you know, we, like, we have like this technique, etc. ..."
I don't think grammar-grumbling is any more a guy thing than it is just a grammarian thing.
The TV commercials that irritate me are the ones portraying seniors as not having good sense just because they're "old." "Your dad suddenly doesn't feel right. But he's not sure he should call 911." Or your mom isn't capable of finding herself a place to live so you have to contact A Place for Mom to do it for both of you. Or the Consumer Cellular one that tries to sucker old people into buying a cell phone from a company where plans "start as low as $10 a month." They don't bother to tell you that the $10 plan includes no minutes at all, or that the phones themselves are quite expensive.
I don't mind commercials as such, but I hate the ones that insult the very people who are their target market.
fureverywhere
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I guess my biggest grumble is when there is a lack of low tech options. For instance the other day I was looking for a simple watch. I don't have a phone, so something I can just clip on my bag. I was in Target and the options were staggering. There were so many buttons and options. But something that just tells the time? Took me quite awhile to find the right one. A camera that just takes pictures? I have to admit the digital ones get great shots. But all the different stuff it does besides...Perhaps I need an adult school course... "Bewildering Technology for Seniors"?
Butterfly
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I know what you mean. I would like a LOW TECH pedometer that measures steps taken. I don't need it to do anything else, just steps, and I'd like it to actually work. Good luck finding such a thing.