there is a special place in hell for

people who use really sticky glue when they wallpaper.
:mad:

the end.

And that @&#$%# who was sitting next to me and TOOK HIS SHOES OFF like he was in his f*cking living room. :grr: :nuke:

Oh, and anyone who answers their f*cking CELL PHONE during the movie. :mad:

hope it wasn't the same guy doing both.

I ended up telling an usher about Mr No Shoes because I couldn't breathe :rofl: He and his date were escorted out without ado.

The cell phone episode was resolved by one of my friends, who said loudly and distinctly "Tell her we said HI!!!" The offender hung up and didn't use the phone the rest of the movie.

It's telling that I can't remember either one of the movies. :P

:eyes:

or maybe some do. I remember when beepers first were getting big and some jerk having his beeper going off all the time in class. Jerk.

of water and fabric softener.
First score the paper withe a pizza cutter or knife.
Then spray with softener solution and let soak.
The old paper should come off with little hassle.

The solution also works for removing bumperstickers or decals and such from glass.

thanks for the tip. I've used the product DIF and it works most of the time like a charm, but some glues are just extra special sticky.
:hi:

in which case, you're screwn. i've spent days peeling tiny bits of wall paper off of a single room.

peeling big strips of wallpaper is amazing! peeling tiny bits pisses me off.

to the drywall. i tried everything. still ended up peeling little strips of paper. all the paper under my fingernails was rather unpleasant.

under the nail. back to it tomorrow, though. fortunately, it's just a border and not the entire walls.

wallpaper in their foyer and hallway (nasty, foil flocked crap from 1969) and paint it for them. It was definitely not sized. I think the largest piece we were able to remove was about 2" square. And half the time chunks of wall came with it.

I will never, ever put wallpaper up in my house for exactly that reason.

Spary it over newspaper on the wall and let soak (check it after 1/2 hour to an hour). The wallpaper will come off like magic.

do you mean put the newspaper against the wall and spray or on the floor so it doesn't get the floor-covering?
:shrug:

Spray some on wall, then place newspaper over it and spray again.

sorry wasn't totally clear in other post :hi:

Like with an afro comb or whatever the equivalent is in a hardware store.

To score the wallpaper :hi:



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they're effing hopeless

Couple months ago, driving home, following a car who threw the ENTIRE contents of a KFC meal out the window, one item at a time. Little lid, little cup, bigger lid, bigger cup, spork, napkin, drink cup, and GIANT BLACK PLASTIC PLATE that the whole shebang comes in. I wanted to get out of my car at the stoplight and scream at them, and I very, very rarely feel like that. :mad:

burn, jerk, burn!

Something along the lines of "What - there's not an ashtray in that f*cking vehicle???"

"How can you do that? How can you just toss litter onto the street?"

He looked at me like I was crazy. "That's not litter," he said. "That's five cents for somebody."

Now that I know more homeless people, I know he was right.

I hate those commercials.

(unless they know her personally)

with lust in my heart.

and make nasty gestures for you to get out of their way!

This idiot just wanted everyone out of her way - she was just a bit surprised (and fell back a few car lengths) when I tapped my brakes. I could just feel the venom.

They all tailgate all the time and are mad as hell because they are IMPORTANT and SPECIAL and you are TEN FEET ahead of them. You MUST get out of their way.

...don't read Harry Potter.
Madspirit

And James Dobson gets thrown in the same room as Bush and Cheney for eternity.

and never ever take any responsibility for their own actions, the hurt they cause... nope, somehow they find a way to justify their behavior and place blame on others.

life happens to us all. get over it already.

Almost got run over that way.

...anyone who is not a firefighter, cop, security guard, emergency medical team, or construction worker. In short, the clown on the bus/subway/sidewalk who insists on subjecting anyone within earshot to BOTH sides of his/her inane conversation, interspersed with that @#$%!! beep after each communication. Yeah, cell phones weren't annoying and infernal enough, and now we have to hear your boring conversational partners and that crappy beeping.

Me, I support heavy fines for anyone who uses the walkie-talkie phone without a professional reason for doing so.

Death penalty, all the way!

You mean hanging, drawing, and quartering?

May we call you "Maximum NoParasan"?

Lowest rung of hell, I do believe.

Guys who are too lazy to lift a toilet seat, so they pee standing up, and manage to miss the bowl and coat the seat with their urine. They never flush, either.

:grr: :puke:

I'm not sure if the special place in hell is a forever-shrinking invisible box or the usual fire and brimstone, though.

They will not get out of the way, carts backed up for aisles.
Carly

it happens everywhere. Let's consign all of the aisle-blockers to that special place in hell, along with the store designers who don't allow enough room in the aisles.

I can't get over how common that is. People reach the top of an escalator, followed by dozens and perhaps scores of people, and they come to a dead stop, look around, and contemplate their next move. :grr:

get the rhythm of it. I have this irrational fear of not stepping in the middle of a step.

Sorry.

once you're off, just clear the way for everyone else to plan your next move.

I fell down an escalator when I was little, and now I have MS too. Because my balance and equilibrium are not what they used to be, I just have to take a few seconds longer than most people to make that first step. I don't look around though, just concentrating extra hard on the steps as they come out of the chute.

Don't be too harsh with these folks. They could have problems like mine.

:hi:

Don't get me wrong; I love tourists. I've just been struck by the fact that people in unfamiliar settings stop cold at the top/bottom of the escalator.

I'm sorry to hear about your MS and also the accident with the escalator. I had no idea!

If someone needs extra time to get off the escalator, I can certainly understand that. But not Mr. and Ms. Visitor, unless they want commuter-shaped imprints on their backs! ;-)

pantyhose, in particular.

for hours at a time.

:banghead:

Brush it on and let it sit 15 minutes to a half hour. Paper should peel right off.

Men who are intimidated by smart women (lots of them running loose) and they refuse to listen to anything you say. This also has to do with me being short.

People who think those of us who wear glasses all the time are inferior to them (this actually happened to me once) and constantly nag about it.

Screaming fundies who tell me I'm going to hell, and then can't understand why I refuse to have anything to do with them (relatives). No more commercials for Jesus.

although I'm female.

I grew up fairly middle class, the kind of upbringing where women don't fight, but I've been in some divvy situations where being an Amazon came in handly. Dive bar in Wildwood, NJ, where it was horribly crowded, and I knocked into some tough little South Philly girl who spilled her beer. She turned around to start a fight with me, I stepped right up to an inch or two away from her, she craned her neck to look all the way up at me, and drunk as she was, she made the wise choice to walk away (one big difference between men and women)

It was especially useful with little guys who got obnoxious. Sometimes I'd just step near them and say, in a sweet voice "I'm sorry? What were you saying?" Very diffusing.

Now that I'm an adult woman, I don't have occassion to use it -- not hanging out in dive bars....

May global warming take them out first.

a few rooms. In one room it was hung crooked - you could tell because the stuff was striped. In a fit of post-partum activity (about 3 weeks post c-section, actually) I couldn't take it any more and started removing wallpaper.

The wallpaper in the dining room was hung *upside down*. :silly:

I can't count the number of near accidents I have had that were caused by people who stop suddenly and make either a left or right turn.

assholes that dump animals, either on the side of the road or on the nice farmer/rancher...they deserve special punishment.

:grr:

And if there's no such place as hell, then he's returning for his next life as a rodent turd.

was there was no wallpaper.
Unfortunately, I overlooked the fact that the house has ants, mice, and a teeny little snake living in the basement. I have my own ecosystem here. But no wallpaper, no sirree.
Oh, and about forty half-full cans of off-white paint... sandy beige, moon river, sahara, and so on and so on.
I kind of hate the people who sold me the house.

while on a break from their longtime girlfriend.

Who make the short time girl think that she is for real, when he's really just trying to find ways to get back with the longtime girl, yet badmouthing her to the new lady.

Who write diary entries about both, lauding the longtime girlfriend, and talking about the new woman like she is trash, yet because she is the only chance for sex he'll have for awhile, "I'll keep her around, if only for that."

This prick is now a lawyer in Houston, so PM me if you want to avoid his firm (and his slimy self) at all costs.

And now you know why I adore reprehensor so much, compared to the assholes I dated in the past.