Stuff and Things
May. 17th, 2014 12:20 pm*sigh*
Crappy News:
I did not win the t-shirt design contest over at Supernatural. And I really wouldn't mind losing if the other entries were better than mine? But some of them weren't. Three of them were EXCEEDINGLY similar to each other. I don't get it. The first one was pretty good, the best of it's 'style' that I saw. The second one was fantastic. Something I wish I'd thought of (and had the chops to pull off). The third one was … not my thing. I was surprised it won, but hey, different strokes for different folks.
The fourth? Kinda like the first but not as good. And the fifth? Um … yeah. Kinda exactly the same too. If I'd known that all I had to do was plop a bunch of words on the shirts, then I wouldn't have worked so hard on … DESIGNING! I am disappoint.
( winning shirt designs )
I'm not saying my design is fantastic or anything, but the others (excluding the tree one) were just … unoriginal? There were probably 50 more designs just like them.
In stupid customer news:
There was a dumbass in the store yesterday, and I was offering him help selecting a heater for his tank. He wasn't sure how many watts he needed for his size of tank, and I explained it to him, and showed him what we had. He wasn't happy with the pricing and wanted to know if he could buy two small heaters and use them instead of one bigger one. I told him he could, but it would probably cost him more in electricity in the long run, etc. Then I left him alone because he was incapable of listening to any advice I might have.
My husband was also at the store, and this guy latched onto him, asked him pretty much exactly the same questions, to which my husband answered with exactly the same answers as I had given. When he was leaving, the guy says to my husband (right in front of me) "Well, it was really nice finally talking to someone who knows what they're talking about."
My hubby (who is awesome) says: "Well, if you really want an expert, you should talk to my wife."
Ugh! What a dick! (they guy, not my hubby).
We also had a fellow in who was having a lot of trouble understanding the difference between a heater and a thermometer. "Uh … one thing is what gives off heat, and the other thing is what tells you the temperature."
"But why do I need both?"
"Because they do different things."
"Can't I just get the thermometer? ($30 cheaper than the heater)
"Well, your fish will be cold. You will know EXACTLY how cold they are, but it won't make them warm."
"I don't get it."
"Think of it this way. The heater is the time machine. The thermometer is the clock. The time machine DOES SOMETHING, the clock just tells you the time."
"??"
*sigh*
Under the heading of Sex talks with my kids:
My 11 yo was asking what FAP meant. I told him it meant to masturbate, and he got a hilarious look on his face. He knows what it means, but it is still a very foreign concept to him.
"But why would someone DO that?"
"Because it feels good."
"Isn't it gross?"
"Well, no, not when you do it in private. Nobody wants to see you touching yourself in a crowded room."
*laughs* "I'm never going to do it."
Me: *laughs* "Okay. sure."
"You don't believe me?"
"Hee! No I don't! Trust me, you will be your own best friend in a couple of years."
"No I won't!" *thinks* "Were YOU allowed to masturbate when you were a kid?"
"I don't know. I didn't exactly ask."
"Will *I* be allowed to do it?"
:D "Of course! Dude, it's free, it doesn't hurt anyone and it feels good."
"But it just seems so wrong, and sad!"
"Why do you think it's sad?"
"Because you're so lonely that you have to have sex with yourself."
"Honey, you don't have to be single and sad to do it. Think of it like this: You like ice cream, right? Is it sad, that if you're hungry, and you want ice cream, you stop at the store and buy some, and eat it alone? It doesn't mean that you never have desert with your partner, but sometimes you just want some ice cream."
"Do YOU do it?"
"Of course."
"OMG MOM!!eleventy EEEWWWW!!! DON'T TELL ME THIS!"
"Ahahaha! Dude, you ASKED!"
I wonder how long it will be before he breaks his 'promise'. Hee!
Crappy News:
I did not win the t-shirt design contest over at Supernatural. And I really wouldn't mind losing if the other entries were better than mine? But some of them weren't. Three of them were EXCEEDINGLY similar to each other. I don't get it. The first one was pretty good, the best of it's 'style' that I saw. The second one was fantastic. Something I wish I'd thought of (and had the chops to pull off). The third one was … not my thing. I was surprised it won, but hey, different strokes for different folks.
The fourth? Kinda like the first but not as good. And the fifth? Um … yeah. Kinda exactly the same too. If I'd known that all I had to do was plop a bunch of words on the shirts, then I wouldn't have worked so hard on … DESIGNING! I am disappoint.
( winning shirt designs )
I'm not saying my design is fantastic or anything, but the others (excluding the tree one) were just … unoriginal? There were probably 50 more designs just like them.
In stupid customer news:
There was a dumbass in the store yesterday, and I was offering him help selecting a heater for his tank. He wasn't sure how many watts he needed for his size of tank, and I explained it to him, and showed him what we had. He wasn't happy with the pricing and wanted to know if he could buy two small heaters and use them instead of one bigger one. I told him he could, but it would probably cost him more in electricity in the long run, etc. Then I left him alone because he was incapable of listening to any advice I might have.
My husband was also at the store, and this guy latched onto him, asked him pretty much exactly the same questions, to which my husband answered with exactly the same answers as I had given. When he was leaving, the guy says to my husband (right in front of me) "Well, it was really nice finally talking to someone who knows what they're talking about."
My hubby (who is awesome) says: "Well, if you really want an expert, you should talk to my wife."
Ugh! What a dick! (they guy, not my hubby).
We also had a fellow in who was having a lot of trouble understanding the difference between a heater and a thermometer. "Uh … one thing is what gives off heat, and the other thing is what tells you the temperature."
"But why do I need both?"
"Because they do different things."
"Can't I just get the thermometer? ($30 cheaper than the heater)
"Well, your fish will be cold. You will know EXACTLY how cold they are, but it won't make them warm."
"I don't get it."
"Think of it this way. The heater is the time machine. The thermometer is the clock. The time machine DOES SOMETHING, the clock just tells you the time."
"??"
*sigh*
Under the heading of Sex talks with my kids:
My 11 yo was asking what FAP meant. I told him it meant to masturbate, and he got a hilarious look on his face. He knows what it means, but it is still a very foreign concept to him.
"But why would someone DO that?"
"Because it feels good."
"Isn't it gross?"
"Well, no, not when you do it in private. Nobody wants to see you touching yourself in a crowded room."
*laughs* "I'm never going to do it."
Me: *laughs* "Okay. sure."
"You don't believe me?"
"Hee! No I don't! Trust me, you will be your own best friend in a couple of years."
"No I won't!" *thinks* "Were YOU allowed to masturbate when you were a kid?"
"I don't know. I didn't exactly ask."
"Will *I* be allowed to do it?"
:D "Of course! Dude, it's free, it doesn't hurt anyone and it feels good."
"But it just seems so wrong, and sad!"
"Why do you think it's sad?"
"Because you're so lonely that you have to have sex with yourself."
"Honey, you don't have to be single and sad to do it. Think of it like this: You like ice cream, right? Is it sad, that if you're hungry, and you want ice cream, you stop at the store and buy some, and eat it alone? It doesn't mean that you never have desert with your partner, but sometimes you just want some ice cream."
"Do YOU do it?"
"Of course."
"OMG MOM!!eleventy EEEWWWW!!! DON'T TELL ME THIS!"
"Ahahaha! Dude, you ASKED!"
I wonder how long it will be before he breaks his 'promise'. Hee!