I heard a discussion on the radio this morning about the worst movies ever made. It occurred to me that most movie discussions are about favorite movies, movies that people liked, not bad movies. I think it would be fun to find out what the blog world considers the worst movies ever.
I’ve heard the discussion that “Plan 9 From Outer Space” is widely considered the worst movie ever made. It is bad. Personally, I love the genre and the cheesy “B” movies in general, so I liked it a lot. But it is bad!
I heard “A Clockwork Orange” mentioned today too. I liked it OK, but I loved the book, so I may have been biased. The movie could have been better.
A movie I hated is one that was well made and well acted, but I still thought it sucked. Big time sucked. It was “Gangs Of New York”. To me, it was a waste of time and money. It grossed me out. Plus, it left me wondering just why anyone would make the thing. I saw no reason for its existence. No moral to the story. No value.
I’d like to see what everyone’s opinions are on the worst movie ever.
Tuesday, January 25, 2005
Monday, January 24, 2005
Accept No Substitutes
Did you ever have a craving for something and then settle for something else? That never works out. I have this craving for a cinnamon raisin bagel. It's been bugging me for a couple of days. This morning I went to the lunch room machine and they didn't have any. Only a plain bagel was available, so I got it. What a mistake. It was totally unfulfilling. It also gave me indigestion. (Just a little.) Now I want a cinnamon raisin bagel even more.
Moral of the story: don't accept a substitute for something you are really craving. It won't satisfy you and it will just give you indigestion plus make you fatter by now having two, one substitute and one you really wanted in the first place.
Moral of the story: don't accept a substitute for something you are really craving. It won't satisfy you and it will just give you indigestion plus make you fatter by now having two, one substitute and one you really wanted in the first place.
Roach Shots For All
The Sci-Fi Channel had one of their ‘homemade’ movies on Saturday night. It was called “Larva”. The plot was basically the same as always, the super rich business guy messes with something he shouldn’t have in order to make a bunch more money and people get killed. This time the rich guy messed with the genetics of feed for cows that made the cows grow quicker and better. Problem was the parasites in the meat grew up genetically altered too. They became big people eating monsters. (I love those cheapo Sci-Fi movies.)
This started me thinking about how we live constantly with stuff like bacteria and parasites. We have lots of different kinds in our homes, where we work, everywhere we go and even inside us. There are even some called ‘good bacteria’ inside us that we need to live healthy. Doesn’t that sound gross? It weirds me out sometimes thinking about it.
We live with this stuff, never thinking much about it until we get sick. Getting sick usually comes from coming into contact with some bug we haven’t met yet. I remember going to this kids play-place with a friend once. It was one of those places that was filled to the brim with activities and games and a munchie place. It was great. Problem was that I forgot about ‘the strange germ’ thing. There were obviously a ton of bugs in that joint that my body hadn’t met up with before. Before we left, I started feeling tired. I thought it was just from running around like a crazy person with a bunch of 5 years olds. The next morning, I found out differently. I was sick for a week. All kinds of sick. You name it, I had it. Lesson learned, going to places with lots of strange germs crawling around, you get sick.
I’ve also had the occasion to be so tired that the ‘normal’ amount of bio-burden in my system has been able to take over and I’ve gotten sick from that. Running yourself down can weaken the immune system to the point that the bugs take over. That sucks too.
I was thinking how weird it would be if some of the genetically engineered stuff really did get into our food. I wonder if giant parasites would come after us? Or maybe we would end up being altered in some way. Like being big giant fat slobs with tentacles growing from our armpits.
Some of the changes could be cool though. Maybe some people would grow wings like a fly. Hopefully they would learn to fly in a straight line. It would be weird to be able to fly but mostly in circles. Or maybe someone would be able to live under water as well as above. That would be really cool. That could hurt the scuba business though.
I’d like to be able to stick to walls and stuff like Spiderman. That would be a fun genetic alteration. Of course, it would come from a genetically altered bacteria, so it might also mean leaving a trail of slime behind me everywhere I went. I wonder if it would be worth that?
What we need is some kind of bacteria shot that makes us immune to all the other bacteria out there. Like maybe a cockroach shot. Those roaches live through everything. They’ve been around through every age of the world, ice age, stone age, flood age (?) all of them. They’ve got something going on that keeps them healthy, or at least surviving. If we could figure out what makes them so tough, we might be better off. Of course, getting past the fact that it’s a roach shot would be hard.
Now I’m freaking myself out. Maybe I see too many of these Sci-Fi movies?
This started me thinking about how we live constantly with stuff like bacteria and parasites. We have lots of different kinds in our homes, where we work, everywhere we go and even inside us. There are even some called ‘good bacteria’ inside us that we need to live healthy. Doesn’t that sound gross? It weirds me out sometimes thinking about it.
We live with this stuff, never thinking much about it until we get sick. Getting sick usually comes from coming into contact with some bug we haven’t met yet. I remember going to this kids play-place with a friend once. It was one of those places that was filled to the brim with activities and games and a munchie place. It was great. Problem was that I forgot about ‘the strange germ’ thing. There were obviously a ton of bugs in that joint that my body hadn’t met up with before. Before we left, I started feeling tired. I thought it was just from running around like a crazy person with a bunch of 5 years olds. The next morning, I found out differently. I was sick for a week. All kinds of sick. You name it, I had it. Lesson learned, going to places with lots of strange germs crawling around, you get sick.
I’ve also had the occasion to be so tired that the ‘normal’ amount of bio-burden in my system has been able to take over and I’ve gotten sick from that. Running yourself down can weaken the immune system to the point that the bugs take over. That sucks too.
I was thinking how weird it would be if some of the genetically engineered stuff really did get into our food. I wonder if giant parasites would come after us? Or maybe we would end up being altered in some way. Like being big giant fat slobs with tentacles growing from our armpits.
Some of the changes could be cool though. Maybe some people would grow wings like a fly. Hopefully they would learn to fly in a straight line. It would be weird to be able to fly but mostly in circles. Or maybe someone would be able to live under water as well as above. That would be really cool. That could hurt the scuba business though.
I’d like to be able to stick to walls and stuff like Spiderman. That would be a fun genetic alteration. Of course, it would come from a genetically altered bacteria, so it might also mean leaving a trail of slime behind me everywhere I went. I wonder if it would be worth that?
What we need is some kind of bacteria shot that makes us immune to all the other bacteria out there. Like maybe a cockroach shot. Those roaches live through everything. They’ve been around through every age of the world, ice age, stone age, flood age (?) all of them. They’ve got something going on that keeps them healthy, or at least surviving. If we could figure out what makes them so tough, we might be better off. Of course, getting past the fact that it’s a roach shot would be hard.
Now I’m freaking myself out. Maybe I see too many of these Sci-Fi movies?
Saturday, January 22, 2005
Some Stuff I Like Today
This morning I drove ‘the good car’ to Starbuck’s. It’s snowing here, a lot and I drove it on purpose. See, it’s rear wheel drive with lots of power. These things in combination with snow equals fun.
I would come to the stops and when all was clear, I’d punch the gas a little while turning the wheel slightly in the direction I wanted to go. The car would swing around in the right direction and I’d shift quickly into 2nd just in time to send it down the street. See, fun.
I also got to test out the anti-lock brakes and the traction control. It was a good trip. I was tempted to do some do-nuts in the parking lot, but I decided that wouldn’t be a good idea. Do-nuts in a front wheel drive car aren’t nearly as fun. So it was tempting. Getting busted doing do-nuts and being a grown-up (supposedly) is less fun.
I noticed one of our neighbors out in the snow wearing a baseball hat. Women in baseball hats are sexy to me. I love it when they wear the hat and have their hair pulled through the back of the hat.
Talking to the television. I have a great time talking back to ads, telling the people in the shows how stupid they are and just in general having great conversations with a semi-inanimate object. This is especially entertaining when watching the cheesy low budget shows on Sci-Fi Channel. (Those are my favorite.)
French Fries & Jalapeno Poppers for lunch. Specifically, Ore Ida Original Fries. Yep, another healthy lunch for me today. Sometimes you just gotta enjoy the good stuff.
During this current snowstorm I’ve seen 5 different joggers. They were still doing their thing even in the snow. I’m envious of their ability to stick to their regimen. Even in the years that I was a regular runner I would quit when the weather got cold. I’m a wimp when winter sets in. I’m really impressed with those nuts running in a storm.
Starbuck’s is awesome. (That’s all I’m saying fearing the wrath of Susie.)
Having the laundry done. Yes, I do the laundry at my house. I kinda like it. Every weekend. Now it’s all done and that’s even better. I do try to do some things around the home besides taking up space.
Does anyone not like an English type accent? The woman in the current Sci-Fi movie has one. Maybe Australian? I’m not too good at guessing the exact accent, but I do think they are sexy. Mostly the women. (Duh!) But the guys sound cool too.
I would come to the stops and when all was clear, I’d punch the gas a little while turning the wheel slightly in the direction I wanted to go. The car would swing around in the right direction and I’d shift quickly into 2nd just in time to send it down the street. See, fun.
I also got to test out the anti-lock brakes and the traction control. It was a good trip. I was tempted to do some do-nuts in the parking lot, but I decided that wouldn’t be a good idea. Do-nuts in a front wheel drive car aren’t nearly as fun. So it was tempting. Getting busted doing do-nuts and being a grown-up (supposedly) is less fun.
I noticed one of our neighbors out in the snow wearing a baseball hat. Women in baseball hats are sexy to me. I love it when they wear the hat and have their hair pulled through the back of the hat.
Talking to the television. I have a great time talking back to ads, telling the people in the shows how stupid they are and just in general having great conversations with a semi-inanimate object. This is especially entertaining when watching the cheesy low budget shows on Sci-Fi Channel. (Those are my favorite.)
French Fries & Jalapeno Poppers for lunch. Specifically, Ore Ida Original Fries. Yep, another healthy lunch for me today. Sometimes you just gotta enjoy the good stuff.
During this current snowstorm I’ve seen 5 different joggers. They were still doing their thing even in the snow. I’m envious of their ability to stick to their regimen. Even in the years that I was a regular runner I would quit when the weather got cold. I’m a wimp when winter sets in. I’m really impressed with those nuts running in a storm.
Starbuck’s is awesome. (That’s all I’m saying fearing the wrath of Susie.)
Having the laundry done. Yes, I do the laundry at my house. I kinda like it. Every weekend. Now it’s all done and that’s even better. I do try to do some things around the home besides taking up space.
Does anyone not like an English type accent? The woman in the current Sci-Fi movie has one. Maybe Australian? I’m not too good at guessing the exact accent, but I do think they are sexy. Mostly the women. (Duh!) But the guys sound cool too.
Friday, January 21, 2005
Thinking Too Much
Well, Bob’s brain is working overtime again tonight. I’ve been thinking about my encounter with the woman in the grocery store. I’m wondering why I didn’t/couldn’t/wouldn’t take her up on her offer of a rendezvous. I passed on something that some people wouldn’t. It was also something I thought I’d do if I had the chance. Truth be told, this is the second time I’ve had the chance. It’s weird when you start thinking that you really don’t know yourself all that well.
I’m not proud of it. I’m also not upset about it. Right now I’m just surprised at the fact that I don’t have any feeling about it at all. A complete emotional detachment and an analytical curiosity about the suddenness and finality of it all is what I’m feeling.
I do wonder if I hadn’t felt so embarrassed at the time would I have acted differently toward her offer. Or did I subconsciously doubt her sincerity, believing that she was still testing me? Would I have decided differently if I were sure it wasn’t a test?
See how the mind can make a problem where there shouldn’t be one?
Makes me wonder about what I think I’m capable of and what I am actually capable of. Am I someone who would react just as quickly to a friend in need? Am I someone who could let a kid eat a bug in his ice cream cone? Would I dive right in to save the world from flesh eating zombies at the risk of myself? Things like that make you wonder.
I don’t believe in worrying about this kind of stuff too much. I’m not really worried at all. I guess I’m feeling some kind of after the fact surprise at how it all happened. I’ve been known to try to analyze things that should be just left alone.
Whatever the deal about it is, I guess it’s past now, so I’ll let it at that. I hope to have the opportunity again some time. Just to see how I react in a different situation. You know, just for the scientific-like study.....
I’m not proud of it. I’m also not upset about it. Right now I’m just surprised at the fact that I don’t have any feeling about it at all. A complete emotional detachment and an analytical curiosity about the suddenness and finality of it all is what I’m feeling.
I do wonder if I hadn’t felt so embarrassed at the time would I have acted differently toward her offer. Or did I subconsciously doubt her sincerity, believing that she was still testing me? Would I have decided differently if I were sure it wasn’t a test?
See how the mind can make a problem where there shouldn’t be one?
Makes me wonder about what I think I’m capable of and what I am actually capable of. Am I someone who would react just as quickly to a friend in need? Am I someone who could let a kid eat a bug in his ice cream cone? Would I dive right in to save the world from flesh eating zombies at the risk of myself? Things like that make you wonder.
I don’t believe in worrying about this kind of stuff too much. I’m not really worried at all. I guess I’m feeling some kind of after the fact surprise at how it all happened. I’ve been known to try to analyze things that should be just left alone.
Whatever the deal about it is, I guess it’s past now, so I’ll let it at that. I hope to have the opportunity again some time. Just to see how I react in a different situation. You know, just for the scientific-like study.....
Bad News For Them
OK, this is how the morning is going so far:
The cat puked all over our carpeted steps when I was trying to leave for work. Nicci can't touch the stuff, so I had to clean it up. That put me on a slightly 'behind schedule' time frame.
Next, the toilet clogs before I escape, so I had to take care of that. Now I'm definitely behind schedule.
From leaving a little late, I run into all the idiots on the road who shouldn't be driving anyway. They manage to put me even further behind.
I get to work, start to get going with the day and manage to sling coffee all over the floor and my shoe. Nice.
All this after the idiots from the car place pissed me off yesterday. Too bad for them since I'm getting ready to contact their 'big cheese' this morning to discuss their worthlessness lately.
So, if a bummer of a morning can be a good thing, today is the day. I'm in the right frame of mind for talking with the dealership now. I'm glad this morning has gone the way it has. ;)
The cat puked all over our carpeted steps when I was trying to leave for work. Nicci can't touch the stuff, so I had to clean it up. That put me on a slightly 'behind schedule' time frame.
Next, the toilet clogs before I escape, so I had to take care of that. Now I'm definitely behind schedule.
From leaving a little late, I run into all the idiots on the road who shouldn't be driving anyway. They manage to put me even further behind.
I get to work, start to get going with the day and manage to sling coffee all over the floor and my shoe. Nice.
All this after the idiots from the car place pissed me off yesterday. Too bad for them since I'm getting ready to contact their 'big cheese' this morning to discuss their worthlessness lately.
So, if a bummer of a morning can be a good thing, today is the day. I'm in the right frame of mind for talking with the dealership now. I'm glad this morning has gone the way it has. ;)
Thursday, January 20, 2005
People Watching At The Auto Repair (?) Place
There was some fun to be had while I was waiting for the ravaging of my car to be done. I hadn’t noticed it before, but this place was a haven for celebrity look-alikes. They were everywhere.
As I was sitting there reading my book, I heard what sounded to be Bob Marley talking to someone. As I looked up, there he was, Mr. Bob Marley Wannabe, complete with the dreds hanging out of the hat that looked like a knit bag on his head. The guy really did look and sound like Bob.
Naturally I started to look around for more wannabes. This must be where they come for service. Yep, I was right. Walking in from the Service Desk, there was Eugene Levy, straight from Second City TV. How cool. Should I ask for an autograph? Hmm…
Before I could act he stopped and started talking to a woman who was seated opposite me. I hadn’t noticed, but she really looked a lot like Indira Gandhi. But here she was with Eugene, so I knew it was just another wannabe. They got into a little spat about dinner that evening. I found that amusing since it was 8:30 A.M. and they were fighting about dinner already. Sounds like a tough night coming.
Just then who should walk around the corner but Denny Terrio. (Did I spell that right?) This guy looked just like the disco guy all right. Tight jeans with the tight shirt opened part way down his chest. Tight little leather jacket, slicked back hair and a serious tan. This guy really looked the part. Yep, another celebrity wannabe.
As the Eugene and Indira show was winding down, I looked straight ahead of me into the other room and who did I see there? It was none other than Howard Cunningham, Ritchie’s Dad. This guy not only looked the part, but he talked just like him. I didn’t think there were any more people alive that had sickeningly sweet way of talking to people. Dude, where’s the Fonz?
That was all for the celebrity wannabes. There was also this Asian guy sitting real close to the television. He weirded me out a bit. He was wearing a suit, complete with very shiny shoes, but he had a big, long scarf wrapped around his neck that he never took off. He also had a hat on. One of those hunters looking ones with earflaps and a little thin bill above the eyes. He never removed that either. He was carrying a backpack and periodically he would pull food out and munch down, never stopping his intense watching of the TV. He did pause for a phone call. He spoke real loud into his cell phone and it really did sound like an important business call. Strange guy. Maybe he can’t get warm enough?
To my left there was this woman sitting wrapped in an afghan. She kicked off her shoes, grabbed her knitting (Maybe crochet?) and wrapped up in her afghan waiting for her car. That’s planning ahead.
Basically there were people enough to keep me entertained, but I stuck to my book. I guess I’ll get another chance next week to see who else shows up.
As I was sitting there reading my book, I heard what sounded to be Bob Marley talking to someone. As I looked up, there he was, Mr. Bob Marley Wannabe, complete with the dreds hanging out of the hat that looked like a knit bag on his head. The guy really did look and sound like Bob.
Naturally I started to look around for more wannabes. This must be where they come for service. Yep, I was right. Walking in from the Service Desk, there was Eugene Levy, straight from Second City TV. How cool. Should I ask for an autograph? Hmm…
Before I could act he stopped and started talking to a woman who was seated opposite me. I hadn’t noticed, but she really looked a lot like Indira Gandhi. But here she was with Eugene, so I knew it was just another wannabe. They got into a little spat about dinner that evening. I found that amusing since it was 8:30 A.M. and they were fighting about dinner already. Sounds like a tough night coming.
Just then who should walk around the corner but Denny Terrio. (Did I spell that right?) This guy looked just like the disco guy all right. Tight jeans with the tight shirt opened part way down his chest. Tight little leather jacket, slicked back hair and a serious tan. This guy really looked the part. Yep, another celebrity wannabe.
As the Eugene and Indira show was winding down, I looked straight ahead of me into the other room and who did I see there? It was none other than Howard Cunningham, Ritchie’s Dad. This guy not only looked the part, but he talked just like him. I didn’t think there were any more people alive that had sickeningly sweet way of talking to people. Dude, where’s the Fonz?
That was all for the celebrity wannabes. There was also this Asian guy sitting real close to the television. He weirded me out a bit. He was wearing a suit, complete with very shiny shoes, but he had a big, long scarf wrapped around his neck that he never took off. He also had a hat on. One of those hunters looking ones with earflaps and a little thin bill above the eyes. He never removed that either. He was carrying a backpack and periodically he would pull food out and munch down, never stopping his intense watching of the TV. He did pause for a phone call. He spoke real loud into his cell phone and it really did sound like an important business call. Strange guy. Maybe he can’t get warm enough?
To my left there was this woman sitting wrapped in an afghan. She kicked off her shoes, grabbed her knitting (Maybe crochet?) and wrapped up in her afghan waiting for her car. That’s planning ahead.
Basically there were people enough to keep me entertained, but I stuck to my book. I guess I’ll get another chance next week to see who else shows up.
I've owed this to Lars for a while now. The picture is from The Minneapolis Sunday Tribune Magazine Section, Dated Sunday June 20, 1926. It was an advertisement for some play. I can't see that part anymore since it was framed. The bottom says "Fair and Cool. Drawn in colors especially for this page by the famous foreign cartoonist conrado Massaguer." Sorry I took so long posting this. I think I mentioned it in early December on Meritt's blog.
Service With A Smile, Eventually
I just got back from the car dealership a few minutes ago. The Highwayman's road racer has a minor problem. It has these two little storage areas just below the heater/air-conditioner switches and the bottom one won't stay closed. It's a new car, so it's a simple warranty thing, simple repair right? Nope. Don't be silly. This is modern America.
Today was the third time I went in for this 'one simple repair'. That's what they called it, 'a simple repair'. The first time, they had ordered the wrong color. Duh! The second time, the right color came in, but not all the pieces. Dur!
So yesterday I called and talked to a service guy and then a parts guy to try to get verification that everything was there and it was the right color. The service guy was helpful, but the parts guy was an idiot. He kept giving me the abba dabba that they think will keep customers calm and trusting. Well, they don't know me very well I guess.
So I looked up the e-mail address of the service manager, told him about the whole mess, told him I'm tired of wasting work time, gas, running up the mileage and my time on this 'simple repair'. Could someone verify that everything was good to go?
The guy calls me at work, checks out everything and guarantees me today will go smoothly. No hang-ups. Famous final words.
This morning they do replace the bad drawers. They are the right color. They work great. The trip is good and it didn't take too long. Here's the problem; all the plastic parts around the drawers, right and left side, look like they used a giant crow bar to pry the drawer assembly out. All the plastic dash area around the drawers is chewed up, scratched and has chunks missing. There is a 6" scratch on the right dash that runs all the way down over the glove compartment door. The drawers look good. The dash is trashed. Now I'm pissed.
I go back into the service area where there are about 20 people waiting and maybe 8-9 workers behind desks. The service guy sees me and says (innocently) "Is everything OK?" I try to restrain myself, failing only slightly and say in a very loud voice, "No, some idiot turned my new car's dash into something that looks like the moon's surface. The damn thing looks like a 20 year old piece of crap now. What, do you have little kids with crow bars working on our cars or something?" You could have heard a pin drop in that previously busy place. He comes out from the counter and asks if he can see it and I tell him that he's damn right he's going to see it and he will be fixing it too.
Sidebar: I noticed the looks on the other customers faces at my outbursts and somehow I was enjoying it. I guess I'm weird that way.
So, Mr. Service checks it out and mutters a few curse words. Then we go back inside and another service guy asks what was up and he tells him that someone has mangled my dash. I look over at Mr. Service #2 and say, real loud, "Did you hear that clearly enough? It's mangled!" To my surprise, #2 looks quickly down at his papers with a smile starting on his face. I guess I cracked him up.
To end this story, I will now be going back to the shop next week a fourth time for the dash parts to be replaced. I spent a half hour getting my ass kissed and hearing promises of 'getting it right next time', to which I only replied "Uh huh. We'll see." Today I'm getting in touch with the big cheese. They are forking over some gas or an oil change or something for this. Four trips for 'a simple repair.' Sheesh!
(I have more to tell about the people that were there, but that will have to wait for later. People are funny and I like watching them!)
Today was the third time I went in for this 'one simple repair'. That's what they called it, 'a simple repair'. The first time, they had ordered the wrong color. Duh! The second time, the right color came in, but not all the pieces. Dur!
So yesterday I called and talked to a service guy and then a parts guy to try to get verification that everything was there and it was the right color. The service guy was helpful, but the parts guy was an idiot. He kept giving me the abba dabba that they think will keep customers calm and trusting. Well, they don't know me very well I guess.
So I looked up the e-mail address of the service manager, told him about the whole mess, told him I'm tired of wasting work time, gas, running up the mileage and my time on this 'simple repair'. Could someone verify that everything was good to go?
The guy calls me at work, checks out everything and guarantees me today will go smoothly. No hang-ups. Famous final words.
This morning they do replace the bad drawers. They are the right color. They work great. The trip is good and it didn't take too long. Here's the problem; all the plastic parts around the drawers, right and left side, look like they used a giant crow bar to pry the drawer assembly out. All the plastic dash area around the drawers is chewed up, scratched and has chunks missing. There is a 6" scratch on the right dash that runs all the way down over the glove compartment door. The drawers look good. The dash is trashed. Now I'm pissed.
I go back into the service area where there are about 20 people waiting and maybe 8-9 workers behind desks. The service guy sees me and says (innocently) "Is everything OK?" I try to restrain myself, failing only slightly and say in a very loud voice, "No, some idiot turned my new car's dash into something that looks like the moon's surface. The damn thing looks like a 20 year old piece of crap now. What, do you have little kids with crow bars working on our cars or something?" You could have heard a pin drop in that previously busy place. He comes out from the counter and asks if he can see it and I tell him that he's damn right he's going to see it and he will be fixing it too.
Sidebar: I noticed the looks on the other customers faces at my outbursts and somehow I was enjoying it. I guess I'm weird that way.
So, Mr. Service checks it out and mutters a few curse words. Then we go back inside and another service guy asks what was up and he tells him that someone has mangled my dash. I look over at Mr. Service #2 and say, real loud, "Did you hear that clearly enough? It's mangled!" To my surprise, #2 looks quickly down at his papers with a smile starting on his face. I guess I cracked him up.
To end this story, I will now be going back to the shop next week a fourth time for the dash parts to be replaced. I spent a half hour getting my ass kissed and hearing promises of 'getting it right next time', to which I only replied "Uh huh. We'll see." Today I'm getting in touch with the big cheese. They are forking over some gas or an oil change or something for this. Four trips for 'a simple repair.' Sheesh!
(I have more to tell about the people that were there, but that will have to wait for later. People are funny and I like watching them!)
Wednesday, January 19, 2005
WTF???
WTF is up with the Blogger today? I've lost 2 posts and it's a bitch leaving comments. Sheesh!!!
OK, I feel a little better now. Thanks.
OK, I feel a little better now. Thanks.
Office Affair
Office affair update, continued from this post:
On Monday cgrl (cheater girl) made some kind of special cake type thing. People here make stuff and/or buy stuff and bring it in to share with everyone. Normally it is left in the kitchen type area and people just help themselves. She gave the whole thing to cg (cheater guy). She told him to stash it in his desk so no one else would get any. It was his ‘Sweet Treat’. Personally, I couldn’t care less. But she made the mistake of carrying it in from her car, stopping to talk to people while holding it and then it disappeared. Plus, cg’s neighbor in the next cubicle heard her saying that she made his favorite sweet treat just for him.
Tuesday the group had a meeting. Cg and cgrl were sitting close again. Cg needed a volunteer to help with a special project in February that will require some weekend work. Specifically starting Friday nights and most of the remainder of the weekend. Surprisingly, cgrl didn’t speak up. One of the other people of the group volunteered. So it’s a done deal, right? Wrong. Soon after the meeting broke up, cg sent out an e-mail to everyone stating that cgrl had volunteered to help with the project. She would be helping and no one else was needed.
The person who had originally volunteered has done the very same thing before. She has worked with the equipment and knows the programs very well. She was the right person for the job. Cgrl has never done any work on this type of project. But she is his choice. Gee, how surprising.
Well, it’s snowing here today. It was to be expected I guess. Anyway, cgrl was wrapped up in this ridiculous amount of winter gear to go from this building to the next one. She looked like the little kid in ‘A Christmas Story’ when his Mom bundled him up. As she went by cg’s cubicle, he grabbed her by the arm and said “You don’t need that coat to keep you warm baby.” She giggled and said, “Did you think I forgot already?” I guess they forgot that there was someone in the cubicle right next to them. Dopes.
What we need is someone to come in on one of those late nights, just to make sure things are going well. It will be interesting to see what happens. These two are getting even more and more brazen about their ‘friendship’. I’d think they would be more careful. Whatever. It makes for a real live soap opera for the rest of us.
On Monday cgrl (cheater girl) made some kind of special cake type thing. People here make stuff and/or buy stuff and bring it in to share with everyone. Normally it is left in the kitchen type area and people just help themselves. She gave the whole thing to cg (cheater guy). She told him to stash it in his desk so no one else would get any. It was his ‘Sweet Treat’. Personally, I couldn’t care less. But she made the mistake of carrying it in from her car, stopping to talk to people while holding it and then it disappeared. Plus, cg’s neighbor in the next cubicle heard her saying that she made his favorite sweet treat just for him.
Tuesday the group had a meeting. Cg and cgrl were sitting close again. Cg needed a volunteer to help with a special project in February that will require some weekend work. Specifically starting Friday nights and most of the remainder of the weekend. Surprisingly, cgrl didn’t speak up. One of the other people of the group volunteered. So it’s a done deal, right? Wrong. Soon after the meeting broke up, cg sent out an e-mail to everyone stating that cgrl had volunteered to help with the project. She would be helping and no one else was needed.
The person who had originally volunteered has done the very same thing before. She has worked with the equipment and knows the programs very well. She was the right person for the job. Cgrl has never done any work on this type of project. But she is his choice. Gee, how surprising.
Well, it’s snowing here today. It was to be expected I guess. Anyway, cgrl was wrapped up in this ridiculous amount of winter gear to go from this building to the next one. She looked like the little kid in ‘A Christmas Story’ when his Mom bundled him up. As she went by cg’s cubicle, he grabbed her by the arm and said “You don’t need that coat to keep you warm baby.” She giggled and said, “Did you think I forgot already?” I guess they forgot that there was someone in the cubicle right next to them. Dopes.
What we need is someone to come in on one of those late nights, just to make sure things are going well. It will be interesting to see what happens. These two are getting even more and more brazen about their ‘friendship’. I’d think they would be more careful. Whatever. It makes for a real live soap opera for the rest of us.
Stupid People Mini-Rant
Some people are stupid. I just walked across the parking area from one building to another and this dork in a car followed me all the way. He was to my left, the direction I eventually needed to go, but matching my speed. Now, I know I don’t walk as fast as a car can go, so I’m walking slower, impatiently waiting for this guy to get past so I can turn and get to the door.
Of course, it doesn’t work out that way. When I stop to let Slow Poke Rodriguez pass, the dumb ass stops also. Then he just stares at me. Yeah, like I’m just going to walk right out in front of you. Sorry, I don’t trust someone as stupid as you pal. You could have been far past me and out the gate before I got to this point. No way am I trusting you now.
Now, it’s freezing outside and I’m not one to stand still until I’m a popsicle, so finally I just went around the back of dipshits’ car. He looked at me like I was doing something horrible.
Geez! Why is it so difficult just to get across a parking lot? This could be another interesting day.
Of course, it doesn’t work out that way. When I stop to let Slow Poke Rodriguez pass, the dumb ass stops also. Then he just stares at me. Yeah, like I’m just going to walk right out in front of you. Sorry, I don’t trust someone as stupid as you pal. You could have been far past me and out the gate before I got to this point. No way am I trusting you now.
Now, it’s freezing outside and I’m not one to stand still until I’m a popsicle, so finally I just went around the back of dipshits’ car. He looked at me like I was doing something horrible.
Geez! Why is it so difficult just to get across a parking lot? This could be another interesting day.
Tuesday, January 18, 2005
Supermarket Irony
Tonight on the way home I had to make a quick stop at the grocery store. No big deal, just needed to restock the Cherry Pepsi supply. So I get inside and head for the soda aisle and when I was almost there, I noticed an old friend. She was someone I worked with for several years, most of which we were pretty close friends. I hadn’t seen her for some time. So I walk up behind her and lean close to her shoulder and say as sexy as I can, “Hey baby. Shop here often?”
Imagine her surprise when she turned around and saw… a complete stranger. Nope. I’m not kidding. She didn’t know me. I didn’t know her. I’d never seen her before in my life.
I just stood there for what seemed like forever with my mouth hanging wide open, blushing hard. I knew I was blushing because I got really hot. Did you ever have such an embarrassment that you felt your face turn to fire? Well, that was me.
After a few seconds of looking me over, she looked me right in the eye and with a half smirk on her face she said quietly “Excuse me?”
This is one of those times, rare for me, that I was at a loss. She was waiting, I couldn’t read her thoughts and I couldn’t speak.
Finally I managed to tell her I was sorry. That I thought she was someone else. She wasn’t buying that either. The conversation went like this:
Me: I am so sorry. I thought you were an old friend of mine.
She: Uh huh. Well, what’s this supposed friends name?
Me: (Realizing she was testing me.) Her name is ---- ----. She’s from ------. Do you know her?
She: Nope. Never heard of her. So, I look like her?
Me: Oh yes. You really look like her. More from the back, but… (Oops!)
She: So you prefer seeing women from the rear?
Me: That’s not what I meant. I just meant that I didn’t look close enough before I put my foot in my mouth.
She: So you’d prefer I turn around so you can get a closer look?
Me: …???… (I wasn’t getting yet that she was thoroughly enjoying my discomfort.)
She: (Turning around, talking over her shoulder.) So, is your friend prettier than me?
Me: (Immediately) Nope. No way. I must be tired or something. You are much prettier than her. (YB on the rebound from dopesville.) I don’t know how I missed it.
She: (Laughing now.) I’m sorry. I just can’t help messing with you. That was the cheesiest pseudo pick up line I’ve ever heard.
Me: It was supposed to be cheesy. I was joking.
She: Yeah, I believe you… now. At first I thought you were some freak, but after seeing your reaction, I know you are being honest. Do you always mess with your lady friends like that?
Me: Always…..
After this, we stood and talked for a while. She actually turned out to be very nice. She was 23, just finishing up college. We chit-chatted for a while (Anyone who knows me knows how I despise small talk) but the embarrassment never really left me. Even though she was friendly afterward, I couldn’t shake it.
Now comes the real surprise:
Me: Well, I’ve gotta go. It’s been nice meeting you, even under these circumstances.
She: OK. Thanks for the free entertainment. The grocery store isn’t usually this fun.
Me: Well, I’m glad you’re understanding. Next time I run into you here, I’ll try to come up with something better.
She: Well, how about we don’t wait for a shopping trip.
Me: (Total blank stare.) Huh?
She: This turned out to be fun. We should get together some time.
Me: Uhhh… You know I’m married, right?
She: Yeah, that’s OK. You seem like a nice guy. I think we could have fun hanging out.
Me: (Sorely tempted, to be honest.) Uhmm… Much as I’d like to, I just can’t do that. (Now I’m embarrassed for a totally different reason.) It’s been nice meeting you. And any other time in my life…..
She: OK. Are you sure? I'm serious.
Me: I wish.
She: OK. Have it your way.
And she walked away, leaving me stunned. I’ll never know for sure if she was testing me to see if maybe I was just using a cheesy pick-up line on her earlier or if she really did want to get together with a married guy.
Why didn’t things like that happen when I could explore the possibilities? Damn the luck. If I had tried, I couldn’t have come up with a line that would get her talking to me like that. I accidentally hit the right one. Not at the right time. Figures.
All I wanted was some Cherry Pepsi.
Imagine her surprise when she turned around and saw… a complete stranger. Nope. I’m not kidding. She didn’t know me. I didn’t know her. I’d never seen her before in my life.
I just stood there for what seemed like forever with my mouth hanging wide open, blushing hard. I knew I was blushing because I got really hot. Did you ever have such an embarrassment that you felt your face turn to fire? Well, that was me.
After a few seconds of looking me over, she looked me right in the eye and with a half smirk on her face she said quietly “Excuse me?”
This is one of those times, rare for me, that I was at a loss. She was waiting, I couldn’t read her thoughts and I couldn’t speak.
Finally I managed to tell her I was sorry. That I thought she was someone else. She wasn’t buying that either. The conversation went like this:
Me: I am so sorry. I thought you were an old friend of mine.
She: Uh huh. Well, what’s this supposed friends name?
Me: (Realizing she was testing me.) Her name is ---- ----. She’s from ------. Do you know her?
She: Nope. Never heard of her. So, I look like her?
Me: Oh yes. You really look like her. More from the back, but… (Oops!)
She: So you prefer seeing women from the rear?
Me: That’s not what I meant. I just meant that I didn’t look close enough before I put my foot in my mouth.
She: So you’d prefer I turn around so you can get a closer look?
Me: …???… (I wasn’t getting yet that she was thoroughly enjoying my discomfort.)
She: (Turning around, talking over her shoulder.) So, is your friend prettier than me?
Me: (Immediately) Nope. No way. I must be tired or something. You are much prettier than her. (YB on the rebound from dopesville.) I don’t know how I missed it.
She: (Laughing now.) I’m sorry. I just can’t help messing with you. That was the cheesiest pseudo pick up line I’ve ever heard.
Me: It was supposed to be cheesy. I was joking.
She: Yeah, I believe you… now. At first I thought you were some freak, but after seeing your reaction, I know you are being honest. Do you always mess with your lady friends like that?
Me: Always…..
After this, we stood and talked for a while. She actually turned out to be very nice. She was 23, just finishing up college. We chit-chatted for a while (Anyone who knows me knows how I despise small talk) but the embarrassment never really left me. Even though she was friendly afterward, I couldn’t shake it.
Now comes the real surprise:
Me: Well, I’ve gotta go. It’s been nice meeting you, even under these circumstances.
She: OK. Thanks for the free entertainment. The grocery store isn’t usually this fun.
Me: Well, I’m glad you’re understanding. Next time I run into you here, I’ll try to come up with something better.
She: Well, how about we don’t wait for a shopping trip.
Me: (Total blank stare.) Huh?
She: This turned out to be fun. We should get together some time.
Me: Uhhh… You know I’m married, right?
She: Yeah, that’s OK. You seem like a nice guy. I think we could have fun hanging out.
Me: (Sorely tempted, to be honest.) Uhmm… Much as I’d like to, I just can’t do that. (Now I’m embarrassed for a totally different reason.) It’s been nice meeting you. And any other time in my life…..
She: OK. Are you sure? I'm serious.
Me: I wish.
She: OK. Have it your way.
And she walked away, leaving me stunned. I’ll never know for sure if she was testing me to see if maybe I was just using a cheesy pick-up line on her earlier or if she really did want to get together with a married guy.
Why didn’t things like that happen when I could explore the possibilities? Damn the luck. If I had tried, I couldn’t have come up with a line that would get her talking to me like that. I accidentally hit the right one. Not at the right time. Figures.
All I wanted was some Cherry Pepsi.
Sex Quiz
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What kind of sex scene do you write?
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Pimpin Ain't Easy...
Thanks to Grace, I know what my Pimp name is. I'm Dopetastic B. Flash
Yankeebob's Pimp name is Bishop Don bob Slither. (I wonder why the b isn't capitalized?)
What's your Pimp name?
Yankeebob's Pimp name is Bishop Don bob Slither. (I wonder why the b isn't capitalized?)
What's your Pimp name?
Sometimes It's Hard To Grow Up
When I was a kid, I knew exactly what I wanted to be when I grew up. Other kids wanted to be Cops, Firemen, Doctors, Movie Stars & Rock Singers. I wanted to be a Private Eye.
I always thought that looked like the coolest job. I was hooked on the old movies with Sam Spade, and Phillip Marlow, The Singing Detective. Charlie Chan, Mike Hammer, Lew Archer & Easy Rawlins. Dashiell Hammett's books kept me fascinated for hours. This was what I thought would be so cool to do.
These guys, especially Sam & Phillip, had it all. They had adventure, they got to duke it out with people and win. They got to do shots of liquor during work hours and they always got the girl. The babes always wanted them. With the exception of Sherlock Holmes, who never got a girl, but was the best thinker of them all. I planned to incorporate all these skills into just one person, me.
How cool were these guys? They weren't the law. They weren't the bad guys. They were somewhere in between. They were smarter than the law. They were tougher than the bad guys and they were sexier than everybody else. What's not to like? I'd imagine that I would end up like Steve Martin's Rigby Reardon in Dead Men Don't Wear Plaid. I'd probably bumble around a lot, but get the job done.
Then I discovered the 'Super Spies'. They were a step above the Gumshoes. I liked this idea even better. Guys like James Bond, agent 007. Our Man (Derek) Flint and Matt Helm. (Austin Powers is my current hero.) These guys really had it all. In addition to the advantages of the Private Eyes, they had unlimited access to the greatest gadgets and weapons in the world. They got 5-6 babes during every caper compared to waiting until the end to get one babe. The best part? The license to kill.
How does one apply for this license? These guys would get into a scrap and just blast the bad guys. Or smash them or drown them or kill them with hot wax. Whatever was available, they were allowed to use it. Matt Helm even had a gun that fired backwards. He let the bad guys try to use it on him and they would shoot themselves. Too cool!
I can see it now. The Cops show up at the crime scene and say "OK pal, you're under arrest!" Then I could whip out my LTK and they would read it and have to let me go. "Yeah Charlie, it's one of those licenses again. I guess that 88 year old lady in the wheelchair got what was coming to her."
I can see me ending up like Maxwell Smart, Agent 86 of Control. Totally screwing things up, but always winning in the end. Plus, who wouldn't want to hang out with Agent 99? Rowr!
Yeah, I had it all figured out. This was what I wanted. Now, here I sit, behind a desk planning what electronic gadget I'll be working on today that will keep this place going. Nothing to do with saving the world from genius masterminds or evil villains. Just the every day stuff that reminds me of the dreams of the young. Oh well.
Sometimes when things are slow I'll get into a Walter Mitty frame of mind and remember that I can turn these boring, everyday routines into something much more interesting. Today might well be one of those days. Today, I'll become mild mannered Yankeebob working for the forces of truth, justice and the pursuit of all that is female, ready at a moments notice to jump to the aid of anyone anywhere oppressed by tyranny and evilness. Ready for my alter ego, Yankeebond to emerge and save the day!
Yeah right. Time to get to work.
I always thought that looked like the coolest job. I was hooked on the old movies with Sam Spade, and Phillip Marlow, The Singing Detective. Charlie Chan, Mike Hammer, Lew Archer & Easy Rawlins. Dashiell Hammett's books kept me fascinated for hours. This was what I thought would be so cool to do.
These guys, especially Sam & Phillip, had it all. They had adventure, they got to duke it out with people and win. They got to do shots of liquor during work hours and they always got the girl. The babes always wanted them. With the exception of Sherlock Holmes, who never got a girl, but was the best thinker of them all. I planned to incorporate all these skills into just one person, me.
How cool were these guys? They weren't the law. They weren't the bad guys. They were somewhere in between. They were smarter than the law. They were tougher than the bad guys and they were sexier than everybody else. What's not to like? I'd imagine that I would end up like Steve Martin's Rigby Reardon in Dead Men Don't Wear Plaid. I'd probably bumble around a lot, but get the job done.
Then I discovered the 'Super Spies'. They were a step above the Gumshoes. I liked this idea even better. Guys like James Bond, agent 007. Our Man (Derek) Flint and Matt Helm. (Austin Powers is my current hero.) These guys really had it all. In addition to the advantages of the Private Eyes, they had unlimited access to the greatest gadgets and weapons in the world. They got 5-6 babes during every caper compared to waiting until the end to get one babe. The best part? The license to kill.
How does one apply for this license? These guys would get into a scrap and just blast the bad guys. Or smash them or drown them or kill them with hot wax. Whatever was available, they were allowed to use it. Matt Helm even had a gun that fired backwards. He let the bad guys try to use it on him and they would shoot themselves. Too cool!
I can see it now. The Cops show up at the crime scene and say "OK pal, you're under arrest!" Then I could whip out my LTK and they would read it and have to let me go. "Yeah Charlie, it's one of those licenses again. I guess that 88 year old lady in the wheelchair got what was coming to her."
I can see me ending up like Maxwell Smart, Agent 86 of Control. Totally screwing things up, but always winning in the end. Plus, who wouldn't want to hang out with Agent 99? Rowr!
Yeah, I had it all figured out. This was what I wanted. Now, here I sit, behind a desk planning what electronic gadget I'll be working on today that will keep this place going. Nothing to do with saving the world from genius masterminds or evil villains. Just the every day stuff that reminds me of the dreams of the young. Oh well.
Sometimes when things are slow I'll get into a Walter Mitty frame of mind and remember that I can turn these boring, everyday routines into something much more interesting. Today might well be one of those days. Today, I'll become mild mannered Yankeebob working for the forces of truth, justice and the pursuit of all that is female, ready at a moments notice to jump to the aid of anyone anywhere oppressed by tyranny and evilness. Ready for my alter ego, Yankeebond to emerge and save the day!
Yeah right. Time to get to work.
Monday, January 17, 2005
Andy Rooney Says.....
I'm not much for these kind of posts but since I first saw this I've tried to find something to disagree with here. I can't.
Andy Rooney said on "60 Minutes" a few weeks back:
I don't think being a minority makes you a victim of anything except numbers. The only things I can think of that are truly discriminatory are things like the United Negro College Fund, Jet Magazine, Black Entertainment Television, and Miss Black America. Try to have things like the United Caucasian College Fund, Cloud Magazine, White Entertainment Television, or Miss White America; and see what happens...Jesse Jackson will be knocking down your door.
Guns do not make you a killer. I think killing makes you a killer. You can kill someone with a baseball bat or a car, but no one is trying to ban you from driving to the ball game.
I believe they are called the Boy Scouts for a reason, that is why there are no girls allowed. Girls belong in the Girl Scouts! ARE YOU LISTENING MARTHA BURKE?
I think that if you feel homosexuality is wrong, it is not a phobia, it is an opinion.
I have the right "NOT" to be tolerant of others because they are different, weird, or tick me off.
When 70% of the people who get arrested are black, in cities where 70% of the population is black, that is not racial profiling, it is the Law of Probability.
I believe that if you are selling me a milkshake, a pack of cigarettes, a newspaper or a hotel room, you must do it in English! As a matter of fact, if you want to be an American citizen, you should have to speak English!
My father and grandfather didn't die in vain so you can leave the countries you were born in to come over and disrespect ours. I think the police should have every right to shoot your sorry ass if you threaten them after they tell you to stop. If you can't understand the word "freeze" or "stop" in English, see the above lines.
I don't think just because you were not born in this country, you are qualified for any special loan programs, government sponsored bank loans or tax breaks, etc., so you can open a hotel, coffee shop, trinket store, or any other business.
We did not go to the aid of certain foreign countries and risk our lives in wars to defend their freedoms, so that decades later they could come over here and tell us our constitution is a living document; and open to their interpretations.
I don't hate the rich. I don't pity the poor.
I know pro wrestling is fake, but so are movies and television. That doesn't stop you from watching them.
I think Bill Gates has every right to keep every penny he made and continue to make more. If it ticks you off, go and invent the next operating system that's better, and put your name on the building.
It doesn't take a whole village to raise a child right, but it does take a parent to stand up to the kid; and smack their little behinds when necessary, and say "NO!"
I think tattoos and piercing are fine if you want them, but please don't pretend they are a political statement. And, please, stay home until that new lip ring heals. I don't want to look at your ugly infected mouth as you serve me French fries!
I am sick of "Political Correctness." I know a lot of black people, and not a single one of them was born in Africa; so how can they be "African-Americans"? Besides, Africa is a continent. I don't go around saying I am a European-American because my great, great, great, great, great, great grandfather was from Europe. I am proud to be from America and nowhere else
And if you don't like my point of view, tough...
Andy Rooney said on "60 Minutes" a few weeks back:
I don't think being a minority makes you a victim of anything except numbers. The only things I can think of that are truly discriminatory are things like the United Negro College Fund, Jet Magazine, Black Entertainment Television, and Miss Black America. Try to have things like the United Caucasian College Fund, Cloud Magazine, White Entertainment Television, or Miss White America; and see what happens...Jesse Jackson will be knocking down your door.
Guns do not make you a killer. I think killing makes you a killer. You can kill someone with a baseball bat or a car, but no one is trying to ban you from driving to the ball game.
I believe they are called the Boy Scouts for a reason, that is why there are no girls allowed. Girls belong in the Girl Scouts! ARE YOU LISTENING MARTHA BURKE?
I think that if you feel homosexuality is wrong, it is not a phobia, it is an opinion.
I have the right "NOT" to be tolerant of others because they are different, weird, or tick me off.
When 70% of the people who get arrested are black, in cities where 70% of the population is black, that is not racial profiling, it is the Law of Probability.
I believe that if you are selling me a milkshake, a pack of cigarettes, a newspaper or a hotel room, you must do it in English! As a matter of fact, if you want to be an American citizen, you should have to speak English!
My father and grandfather didn't die in vain so you can leave the countries you were born in to come over and disrespect ours. I think the police should have every right to shoot your sorry ass if you threaten them after they tell you to stop. If you can't understand the word "freeze" or "stop" in English, see the above lines.
I don't think just because you were not born in this country, you are qualified for any special loan programs, government sponsored bank loans or tax breaks, etc., so you can open a hotel, coffee shop, trinket store, or any other business.
We did not go to the aid of certain foreign countries and risk our lives in wars to defend their freedoms, so that decades later they could come over here and tell us our constitution is a living document; and open to their interpretations.
I don't hate the rich. I don't pity the poor.
I know pro wrestling is fake, but so are movies and television. That doesn't stop you from watching them.
I think Bill Gates has every right to keep every penny he made and continue to make more. If it ticks you off, go and invent the next operating system that's better, and put your name on the building.
It doesn't take a whole village to raise a child right, but it does take a parent to stand up to the kid; and smack their little behinds when necessary, and say "NO!"
I think tattoos and piercing are fine if you want them, but please don't pretend they are a political statement. And, please, stay home until that new lip ring heals. I don't want to look at your ugly infected mouth as you serve me French fries!
I am sick of "Political Correctness." I know a lot of black people, and not a single one of them was born in Africa; so how can they be "African-Americans"? Besides, Africa is a continent. I don't go around saying I am a European-American because my great, great, great, great, great, great grandfather was from Europe. I am proud to be from America and nowhere else
And if you don't like my point of view, tough...
Latest Poll Results
Here are the latest Poll results. I love it that there are not only a lot of SpaghettiOs lovers but also a lot of cheesy old movie lovers.
The new Poll is posted. (Right sidebar) In honor of the awards season, we'll see which awards show, if any, our blogger friends care about.
Previous Poll:
What really is the sauce on the SpaghettiOs?
Votes
Excess Army Surplus spaghetti sauce. 4% 1
An alien mind control concoction they are using to take over the world. 4% 1
A Government mind control concoction. 4% 1
Liquified left over food stuff from JLo's weddings. 4% 1
Just a really bad recipe. (Who could eat that stuff?) 17% 4
Just a really yummy recipe. (Gotta love it!) 30% 7
Soylent Green with food coloring added. 35% 8
23 votes total
The new Poll is posted. (Right sidebar) In honor of the awards season, we'll see which awards show, if any, our blogger friends care about.
Previous Poll:
What really is the sauce on the SpaghettiOs?
Votes
Excess Army Surplus spaghetti sauce. 4% 1
An alien mind control concoction they are using to take over the world. 4% 1
A Government mind control concoction. 4% 1
Liquified left over food stuff from JLo's weddings. 4% 1
Just a really bad recipe. (Who could eat that stuff?) 17% 4
Just a really yummy recipe. (Gotta love it!) 30% 7
Soylent Green with food coloring added. 35% 8
23 votes total
Sunday, January 16, 2005
Love Ya, Hate Ya
***Caution: Another Relationships post. Run away if you don't want to hear any more relationship crap from YB.
Did you ever hear someone say they have a "love/hate" relationship? I've heard this again recently and it started me thinking about the idea. I came to this conclusion: Aren't they all "love/hate"?
No matter what type of relationship you enter into, there are times when you absolutely love it. Sometimes you can't get enough interaction with the object of you affections, whether it's a spouse, a friend, a kid or even a dog. Sometimes it's great.
Sometimes it's just a push. The time spent is just that, time spent. Nothing special. More importantly, no harm done.
But sometimes, you find reasons to hate the relationship. Sometimes the object of affection says or does something so hurtful that you suddenly realize that there is a part there that you don't like. There is a part of everyone that isn't quite up to your personal standards. Let's face it, we cannot find 'the perfect partner'. We may find good ones. Never will there be a perfect match.
The problem with the bad side emerging is that it leaves scars. The scars don't go away. Maybe they are atoned for. Maybe they are totally accidental incidents, but they don't leave our psyche. We remember them and the bad memories build up.
There's and old saying, "You will soon forget with whom you've laughed. You will never forget with whom you've wept." That's what I'm getting at. Over time, the bad incidents pile up until you may start to believe that you are into something that you don't want anymore. You feel like the person isn’t the same, even if they are. No 2 people grow together always. None will always see eye to eye all the time. But over time the small conflicts, that should be considered a natural occurrence, build up until true affection begins to wane.
That's why I believe all relationships are love/hate. It's impossible to have one without the other. How the couples decide to handle the conflicts and differences is the key to their continuing or not.
Nope, I have no idea why these things occur to me. I just think too much sometimes.
Did you ever hear someone say they have a "love/hate" relationship? I've heard this again recently and it started me thinking about the idea. I came to this conclusion: Aren't they all "love/hate"?
No matter what type of relationship you enter into, there are times when you absolutely love it. Sometimes you can't get enough interaction with the object of you affections, whether it's a spouse, a friend, a kid or even a dog. Sometimes it's great.
Sometimes it's just a push. The time spent is just that, time spent. Nothing special. More importantly, no harm done.
But sometimes, you find reasons to hate the relationship. Sometimes the object of affection says or does something so hurtful that you suddenly realize that there is a part there that you don't like. There is a part of everyone that isn't quite up to your personal standards. Let's face it, we cannot find 'the perfect partner'. We may find good ones. Never will there be a perfect match.
The problem with the bad side emerging is that it leaves scars. The scars don't go away. Maybe they are atoned for. Maybe they are totally accidental incidents, but they don't leave our psyche. We remember them and the bad memories build up.
There's and old saying, "You will soon forget with whom you've laughed. You will never forget with whom you've wept." That's what I'm getting at. Over time, the bad incidents pile up until you may start to believe that you are into something that you don't want anymore. You feel like the person isn’t the same, even if they are. No 2 people grow together always. None will always see eye to eye all the time. But over time the small conflicts, that should be considered a natural occurrence, build up until true affection begins to wane.
That's why I believe all relationships are love/hate. It's impossible to have one without the other. How the couples decide to handle the conflicts and differences is the key to their continuing or not.
Nope, I have no idea why these things occur to me. I just think too much sometimes.
The Manliness Continues...
My trip to Starbuck's this morning was interesting. (Sorry Suz, I used the "S" word again) I got there at about the same time I usually do on weekends. As I stood around talking to the Barrista, I noticed that there were no women there. None. None working, none visiting.
I think that's kinda weird. There were 3 guys working. There were quite a few patrons. 2 guys sitting at tables. A line of about 5-6 guys. But no women.
I guess today is a manly coffee day. Maybe women are skipping coffee today, or at least skipping Starbuck's coffee today. (I know better Meritt.)
At any rate, I don't think I liked it much. Unlike other manly guys, I prefer the manliness to include women. So hopefully my next visit won't be so testosterone laden.
I think that's kinda weird. There were 3 guys working. There were quite a few patrons. 2 guys sitting at tables. A line of about 5-6 guys. But no women.
I guess today is a manly coffee day. Maybe women are skipping coffee today, or at least skipping Starbuck's coffee today. (I know better Meritt.)
At any rate, I don't think I liked it much. Unlike other manly guys, I prefer the manliness to include women. So hopefully my next visit won't be so testosterone laden.
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