You are Charlie Brown!
Which Peanuts Character are You?
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Yeah, it figures this is who I'd be. At least he's a snazzy dresser.
Monday, October 31, 2005
Good Grief!
You are Charlie Brown!
Which Peanuts Character are You?
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Yeah, it figures this is who I'd be. At least he's a snazzy dresser.
My New Glasses
Well, it finally happened. I had to get glasses.
I tried to pick out the coolest, sexiest pair. How did I do?
I tried to pick out the coolest, sexiest pair. How did I do?
Ya Know Whats Cool?
The last few days of your notice. I am outta here on Wednesday. I have little to no work to accomplish until then although I'll find something, I'm sure. Otherwise I'll be bored. But the feeling of impending freedom is great and I'm really loving it.
Right now I'm leaving early to see what the insurance company thinks of my ruined carpet, so today isn't even a full day. I can't see Wednesday being a full day either. I won't have the patience for it.
Yep, these last few days are going to be kick-ass.
Right now I'm leaving early to see what the insurance company thinks of my ruined carpet, so today isn't even a full day. I can't see Wednesday being a full day either. I won't have the patience for it.
Yep, these last few days are going to be kick-ass.
Question Of The Morning
So, is everybody ready for another fun filled, action packed Monday morning? ;)
Sunday, October 30, 2005
Quirky Is Cool
Have you ever known someone who you thought was full of quirky behavior? They would have habits and seemingly strange annoyances. Things that bugged them that may not bug someone else.
Everybody has their quirks. I sure do. I've noticed lately that I have developed quite a few of them. Just around the house I have many. For instance, I hate seeing footprints on the bathroom rugs. I'm not talking about dirty ones. Everyone hates those. I mean imprints of feet that you can clearly see in the rugs. If I see one, I rub it out. That really bugs me.
I also hate water rings. Water rings anywhere are totally unacceptable to me. I have coasters everywhere. Coasters are mandatory in my house. Which brings me to the next quirk; the placement of the coasters.
I have sets of them on each table. They are always nice and they go nicely where I've placed them. If one is sitting crooked or not spaced equally at the table corner, I have to straighten it out.
I also can't stand pictures that are not level. I've hated that all my life. I've straightened crooked pictures so much in my life that usually I don't even need a level anymore. Of course, I do go around my house periodically using a level to make sure the pictures are OK. Gotta be sure even though I do a good job just eyeballing them.
One other thing I'll confess to is that all the clocks in the house have to be in sync. I go around and set them all together and make sure they change the minute as close to one another as possible. I can't stand when clocks in the same house read different times.
Maybe this behavior sounds weird or even funny. Whichever way you view it, it is me. I don't even mind anyone knowing about it. If no one had quirks, then people wouldn't be all that interesting. We'd all be a bit more of a bore. So I say embrace your quirks. Enjoy them and don't let anyone tell you you're a nut. Remember, quirky is cool!
Everybody has their quirks. I sure do. I've noticed lately that I have developed quite a few of them. Just around the house I have many. For instance, I hate seeing footprints on the bathroom rugs. I'm not talking about dirty ones. Everyone hates those. I mean imprints of feet that you can clearly see in the rugs. If I see one, I rub it out. That really bugs me.
I also hate water rings. Water rings anywhere are totally unacceptable to me. I have coasters everywhere. Coasters are mandatory in my house. Which brings me to the next quirk; the placement of the coasters.
I have sets of them on each table. They are always nice and they go nicely where I've placed them. If one is sitting crooked or not spaced equally at the table corner, I have to straighten it out.
I also can't stand pictures that are not level. I've hated that all my life. I've straightened crooked pictures so much in my life that usually I don't even need a level anymore. Of course, I do go around my house periodically using a level to make sure the pictures are OK. Gotta be sure even though I do a good job just eyeballing them.
One other thing I'll confess to is that all the clocks in the house have to be in sync. I go around and set them all together and make sure they change the minute as close to one another as possible. I can't stand when clocks in the same house read different times.
Maybe this behavior sounds weird or even funny. Whichever way you view it, it is me. I don't even mind anyone knowing about it. If no one had quirks, then people wouldn't be all that interesting. We'd all be a bit more of a bore. So I say embrace your quirks. Enjoy them and don't let anyone tell you you're a nut. Remember, quirky is cool!
Saturday, October 29, 2005
BS Friday Answer
OK, this one got a lot of attention. I’m really starting to like this. It’s fun.
Anyway, the story is true. All of it. It was and still is one of the few times when I’ve been in a situation that I had to turn down sex. She was fun and attractive, but her personality was too flaky. I was scared that me being her first would attach us for life. I couldn’t take the chance.
Summer, I think I’ve told you too many stories. Your comment cracked me up.
Dixie Belle, sorry but you missed again. Maybe you should be like George Costanza and start going against your instincts. Choose the opposite. Hey, it got him a job with the Yankees and a hot date. How can you go wrong?
Thanks to everyone who played along. Have a great weekend. I'll be lurking......
Anyway, the story is true. All of it. It was and still is one of the few times when I’ve been in a situation that I had to turn down sex. She was fun and attractive, but her personality was too flaky. I was scared that me being her first would attach us for life. I couldn’t take the chance.
Summer, I think I’ve told you too many stories. Your comment cracked me up.
Dixie Belle, sorry but you missed again. Maybe you should be like George Costanza and start going against your instincts. Choose the opposite. Hey, it got him a job with the Yankees and a hot date. How can you go wrong?
Thanks to everyone who played along. Have a great weekend. I'll be lurking......
Friday, October 28, 2005
TV Dinners
Here's a confession; I love TV dinners. I always have. I have loved them since I was a kid. I know I know, the food is probably not good for me. The whole idea of pre-packaged stuff like that is kinda wrong. (Ask Terra.) But I do love them.
Naturally I'm getting to the problem. Bear with me.
Tonight I have a few hours to myself. These nights are rare and I totally enjoy them. So I decided to make myself a TV dinner. I got it out and was psyched for my delectable treat, almost feeling like I was on my own again. Of course, there was a catch, the stupid thing was one of those that you microwave for a few minutes, take something out, stir something else and then cook some more. WTF is up with all that?
That is so annoying. I just can't believe that in this modern world someone can't invent a TV dinner that you pop into the Wave and let it there until its done. No stirring, no cutting away part of the plastic, no poking holes over some other compartment, no removing something because it can't cook as long as the other food. It should just go in, you punch a few buttons and out it comes. No fuss, no muss. Yum!
From now on I'm reading the instructions before buying one. I refuse to get any more of those dinners that take all that effort. I believe that if you are going for convenience, it should always be convenient. Extra effort is for real cooking. Taking that extra time cuts into my free FO time and I won't stand for it any more.
So there. ;)
Naturally I'm getting to the problem. Bear with me.
Tonight I have a few hours to myself. These nights are rare and I totally enjoy them. So I decided to make myself a TV dinner. I got it out and was psyched for my delectable treat, almost feeling like I was on my own again. Of course, there was a catch, the stupid thing was one of those that you microwave for a few minutes, take something out, stir something else and then cook some more. WTF is up with all that?
That is so annoying. I just can't believe that in this modern world someone can't invent a TV dinner that you pop into the Wave and let it there until its done. No stirring, no cutting away part of the plastic, no poking holes over some other compartment, no removing something because it can't cook as long as the other food. It should just go in, you punch a few buttons and out it comes. No fuss, no muss. Yum!
From now on I'm reading the instructions before buying one. I refuse to get any more of those dinners that take all that effort. I believe that if you are going for convenience, it should always be convenient. Extra effort is for real cooking. Taking that extra time cuts into my free FO time and I won't stand for it any more.
So there. ;)
BS Friday
Welcome once again to BS Friday. I'll write it, you tell me if it's true or just good old BS. Today's post is called: YB the Sex Maniac
A few years ago I was volunteering at the local Humane Society (where I had once been a full time employee) and I met a girl there. She had been working there about a year and was rather attractive. A sexy redhead with pretty blue/green eyes.
She and I hit it off pretty well. We joked around and laughed and then one day she asked me out. I had never been asked out before so I was taken aback a little, but I liked it, so I said OK. Then she said, "Yeah, I've got the Prom coming up and I'd like you to go with me." The Prom? Now, she had told me she was 18 and had mentioned college a few times but I didn't know she was still in high school. (I was 23 at the time.) This was my first warning. I should have listened to my instincts. But of course, I didn't.
So I decided that we should get to know one another better before this big Prom date, just to be sure we were compatible. I knew that no matter what happened in life, you still remember your Senior Prom date forever. So we got together that weekend. I was in for a surprise.
We went out and then went home to watch a movie. About 10 minutes into the movie, she was getting very cuddly. Within half an hour we had gotten into a good make out session. It started getting pretty hot & heavy when she asked me if I had condoms because she didn't want to get pregnant her first time doing it.
***Cue bright red light flashing in my brain***
Talk about a passion killer. I had to back off after that question. When I did we ended up on separate sides of the couch talking about it. Apparently she was a virgin, had never had a serious boyfriend, wanted to experience "everything" as she put it and had chosen me because I was an "older guy and probably knew more stuff that those high school boys". Now I was scared.
It didn't go over very well but I managed to put her off that night. I didn't feel right about being with a virgin that I barely knew. I also know you never forget your first time doing it. Besides, what if she was one of those types who couldn't let go of their first lover? I could have a stalker teenager on my hands. I just didn't know her very well. All this went through my mind as we talked.
We agreed to go out a few more times before the Prom (and before you know what) to see how things would go. We had about 3 weeks to go. We did hang out a lot. The thing was, every time we were alone, she got more and more aggressive. She was sure we had to boink. I wasn't so sure. She even went so far as to manage to schedule an overnight stay on Prom night she was so sure. Then came the Prom.
We looked great, I have to say. We had matching outfits of almost all white with pink accents. Yeah, pink sounds funny for a guy, but the Tux really did look awesome. So did she. We mingled, danced and basically had a pretty good time. Anyone who has ever been to a Prom knows that probably over 50% of the dances are slow dances. Needless to say she had plenty of time to get me in the mood. She mentioned at one point that it's a sort of tradition to have sex after the Prom. I have to say that I was leaning that way.
When we got back to my place, we got comfortable and the action started. It was getting very hot, but I couldn't get that nagging notion out of my head about the ex-virgin teenage stalker. I really really tried, but it wouldn't go away. So after a while, I just had to back off. Needless to say this did not go over very well. There was a... well, shall we say tantrum and I just sat and took it. I knew by this time I was never going to be able to get past that roadblock in my head. She ended up calling her Mom that night and going home. I did see her at the Humane Society after that, but nothing ever happened again. After a while, we were OK friends again, but it never got to be what it was.
A few months after that she called me up out of the blue and asked if I'd come and pick her up. She was living with a guy who she was afraid of and she wanted someone to come get her and take her home to her mother's house. Apparently this guy was a bit on the violent side. Earlier that day he had tried to run her Mother over with his car. He had smashed up the car port and the kitchen door before she agreed to go back with him. Now he was away and she wanted to escape. Me, being the dork I can be, agreed and went over to get her. On the way to her Mom's place she started asking me if she could just stay with me that night and go home the next day. She thought it would be fun. "Besides, I'm not a virgin anymore" she said. Needless to say, I skipped out on the fun and took her home.
A few years after all this a friend of mine asked me one day if I knew who *so & so* was. I said sure, she and I went to the Prom a few years back, why? He said she was married to a guy he worked with and when he mentioned me she got all offended. She then proceeded to tell everyone that I was a pervert and she had to dump me because all I thought about was having sex with her. Neat.
In a way she was right. When we were together most of the time I was thinking about sex with her.... and how to avoid it. That's not really too much of a lie on her part, I guess. :)
A few years ago I was volunteering at the local Humane Society (where I had once been a full time employee) and I met a girl there. She had been working there about a year and was rather attractive. A sexy redhead with pretty blue/green eyes.
She and I hit it off pretty well. We joked around and laughed and then one day she asked me out. I had never been asked out before so I was taken aback a little, but I liked it, so I said OK. Then she said, "Yeah, I've got the Prom coming up and I'd like you to go with me." The Prom? Now, she had told me she was 18 and had mentioned college a few times but I didn't know she was still in high school. (I was 23 at the time.) This was my first warning. I should have listened to my instincts. But of course, I didn't.
So I decided that we should get to know one another better before this big Prom date, just to be sure we were compatible. I knew that no matter what happened in life, you still remember your Senior Prom date forever. So we got together that weekend. I was in for a surprise.
We went out and then went home to watch a movie. About 10 minutes into the movie, she was getting very cuddly. Within half an hour we had gotten into a good make out session. It started getting pretty hot & heavy when she asked me if I had condoms because she didn't want to get pregnant her first time doing it.
***Cue bright red light flashing in my brain***
Talk about a passion killer. I had to back off after that question. When I did we ended up on separate sides of the couch talking about it. Apparently she was a virgin, had never had a serious boyfriend, wanted to experience "everything" as she put it and had chosen me because I was an "older guy and probably knew more stuff that those high school boys". Now I was scared.
It didn't go over very well but I managed to put her off that night. I didn't feel right about being with a virgin that I barely knew. I also know you never forget your first time doing it. Besides, what if she was one of those types who couldn't let go of their first lover? I could have a stalker teenager on my hands. I just didn't know her very well. All this went through my mind as we talked.
We agreed to go out a few more times before the Prom (and before you know what) to see how things would go. We had about 3 weeks to go. We did hang out a lot. The thing was, every time we were alone, she got more and more aggressive. She was sure we had to boink. I wasn't so sure. She even went so far as to manage to schedule an overnight stay on Prom night she was so sure. Then came the Prom.
We looked great, I have to say. We had matching outfits of almost all white with pink accents. Yeah, pink sounds funny for a guy, but the Tux really did look awesome. So did she. We mingled, danced and basically had a pretty good time. Anyone who has ever been to a Prom knows that probably over 50% of the dances are slow dances. Needless to say she had plenty of time to get me in the mood. She mentioned at one point that it's a sort of tradition to have sex after the Prom. I have to say that I was leaning that way.
When we got back to my place, we got comfortable and the action started. It was getting very hot, but I couldn't get that nagging notion out of my head about the ex-virgin teenage stalker. I really really tried, but it wouldn't go away. So after a while, I just had to back off. Needless to say this did not go over very well. There was a... well, shall we say tantrum and I just sat and took it. I knew by this time I was never going to be able to get past that roadblock in my head. She ended up calling her Mom that night and going home. I did see her at the Humane Society after that, but nothing ever happened again. After a while, we were OK friends again, but it never got to be what it was.
A few months after that she called me up out of the blue and asked if I'd come and pick her up. She was living with a guy who she was afraid of and she wanted someone to come get her and take her home to her mother's house. Apparently this guy was a bit on the violent side. Earlier that day he had tried to run her Mother over with his car. He had smashed up the car port and the kitchen door before she agreed to go back with him. Now he was away and she wanted to escape. Me, being the dork I can be, agreed and went over to get her. On the way to her Mom's place she started asking me if she could just stay with me that night and go home the next day. She thought it would be fun. "Besides, I'm not a virgin anymore" she said. Needless to say, I skipped out on the fun and took her home.
A few years after all this a friend of mine asked me one day if I knew who *so & so* was. I said sure, she and I went to the Prom a few years back, why? He said she was married to a guy he worked with and when he mentioned me she got all offended. She then proceeded to tell everyone that I was a pervert and she had to dump me because all I thought about was having sex with her. Neat.
In a way she was right. When we were together most of the time I was thinking about sex with her.... and how to avoid it. That's not really too much of a lie on her part, I guess. :)
Thursday, October 27, 2005
Cheater Girl & Guy
I have had numerous requests lately about our infamous office affair. I did slack on updates, mostly because I lose interest and also I have such a short attention span on things.
Anyway, Cheater Girl and Cheater Guy broke up a few months ago. It happened, coincidentally, just after Cheater Guy got married. Fancy that! They seemed to be having difficulties before that anyway. They could be heard sniping at each other a lot just before his wedding. I'm not really sure what was wrong with their relationship or why Cheater Girl would be so upset. She, being already married anyway. They had such a beautiful thing going too. It's so sad to see relationships end prematurely.
One day after Cheater Guy had returned from his 2 week honeymoon, they were in the back of the office area in our little kitchen place and started yelling at each other. It was funny. Cheater Girl can get hysterical anyway, but this really got her going. She was yelling at him that he had promised (something) and the he was a liar and that she had treated him well yada yada yada.... She actually had too. She was always feeding him something or helping him get projects done. Occasionally he would mumble something back but we were too far away to hear him. We heard her just fine. They definitely went out in a blaze of glory. Soon after, he transferred to another position and he rarely comes into this building anymore.
The best part is that Cheater Girl found another 'diversion' rather quickly. A guy was hired that one of our co-workers swore had to be from North Jersey. (I believe he was from New Jersey somewhere.) She said he was so stereotypical of guys from there. He always wore these 70's looking, big collared shirts with the top 2-3 buttons unbuttoned. He never tucked his shirts in. They just hung down around his waist. His hair looked so much like John Travolta did in Saturday Night Fever that I wondered if he did it on purpose. He talked like he was a disco dude too. Always pointing and/or winking and saying "Hey man! How's it hangin?" Stuff like that. When our co-worker saw that he drove a beat up old Camaro, she was convinced that he was North Jersey. Karen, help us out here. Is this what you have to put up with?
The guy was strange. He was going through some kind of financial crisis and would sit and talk loudly on his phone to someone, presumably a lawyer, about his filing for bankruptcy. He would have loud arguments with his ex-wife about visitation and how he couldn't afford this and that. Totally broadcasting all his personal stuff in an area that has little to no privacy. Weird.
Soon Disco Dude and Cheater Girl were talking. Being 2 fairly unpopular people anyway, it was probably natural that they did. Next thing you see, she's taking loooong lunches with him and his Camaro. They are walking around the building for no real reason. They are huddled in one or the others' cube whispering and giggling. Cheater Girl, being the discreet intelligent babe she is, would sometimes mention in public that they had seen each other over the weekend. It was kinda gross.
Alas, that didn't last too long either. Disco Dude and Cheater Girl were in their boss' office one day and they were arguing with him about something. Then the boss started actually yelling at DD and told him he didn't want to hear his crap anymore. Next thing you know, Disco put in his notice and quickly disappeared from sight.
Cheater Girl is still here. She’s still the same obnoxious person. She just doesn’t talk much to anyone anymore. No one really minds either.
So there you have it. Sorry I was lax in updating all this. It probably would have been much better had I done it in real time. If anything like this ever happens again, I promise to try and be better about it.
Anyway, Cheater Girl and Cheater Guy broke up a few months ago. It happened, coincidentally, just after Cheater Guy got married. Fancy that! They seemed to be having difficulties before that anyway. They could be heard sniping at each other a lot just before his wedding. I'm not really sure what was wrong with their relationship or why Cheater Girl would be so upset. She, being already married anyway. They had such a beautiful thing going too. It's so sad to see relationships end prematurely.
One day after Cheater Guy had returned from his 2 week honeymoon, they were in the back of the office area in our little kitchen place and started yelling at each other. It was funny. Cheater Girl can get hysterical anyway, but this really got her going. She was yelling at him that he had promised (something) and the he was a liar and that she had treated him well yada yada yada.... She actually had too. She was always feeding him something or helping him get projects done. Occasionally he would mumble something back but we were too far away to hear him. We heard her just fine. They definitely went out in a blaze of glory. Soon after, he transferred to another position and he rarely comes into this building anymore.
The best part is that Cheater Girl found another 'diversion' rather quickly. A guy was hired that one of our co-workers swore had to be from North Jersey. (I believe he was from New Jersey somewhere.) She said he was so stereotypical of guys from there. He always wore these 70's looking, big collared shirts with the top 2-3 buttons unbuttoned. He never tucked his shirts in. They just hung down around his waist. His hair looked so much like John Travolta did in Saturday Night Fever that I wondered if he did it on purpose. He talked like he was a disco dude too. Always pointing and/or winking and saying "Hey man! How's it hangin?" Stuff like that. When our co-worker saw that he drove a beat up old Camaro, she was convinced that he was North Jersey. Karen, help us out here. Is this what you have to put up with?
The guy was strange. He was going through some kind of financial crisis and would sit and talk loudly on his phone to someone, presumably a lawyer, about his filing for bankruptcy. He would have loud arguments with his ex-wife about visitation and how he couldn't afford this and that. Totally broadcasting all his personal stuff in an area that has little to no privacy. Weird.
Soon Disco Dude and Cheater Girl were talking. Being 2 fairly unpopular people anyway, it was probably natural that they did. Next thing you see, she's taking loooong lunches with him and his Camaro. They are walking around the building for no real reason. They are huddled in one or the others' cube whispering and giggling. Cheater Girl, being the discreet intelligent babe she is, would sometimes mention in public that they had seen each other over the weekend. It was kinda gross.
Alas, that didn't last too long either. Disco Dude and Cheater Girl were in their boss' office one day and they were arguing with him about something. Then the boss started actually yelling at DD and told him he didn't want to hear his crap anymore. Next thing you know, Disco put in his notice and quickly disappeared from sight.
Cheater Girl is still here. She’s still the same obnoxious person. She just doesn’t talk much to anyone anymore. No one really minds either.
So there you have it. Sorry I was lax in updating all this. It probably would have been much better had I done it in real time. If anything like this ever happens again, I promise to try and be better about it.
Wednesday, October 26, 2005
The Times, They Are A Changin
I guess I neglected to mention that I put in my notice last week at work. Yep, the 'Big Interview" I posted about back in September paid off. The new opportunity is too good to pass up, so next Wednesday will be my last day here. Personally, I think it's the suit. I only own one suit and every time I wear it for an interview, I get an offer. It's like a super-suit or something. Not like the Jackie Chan one, but just as good when it comes to interviews.
Things like this are happy & sad at the same time. I like what I do now. I love the people. It will be sad to go. I'm going to miss a lot of co-workers/friends at the old joint. I wasn't really looking to leave. They were looking for me.
But the new place is awesome and the opportunity for the future is far superior. The security is also more assured, which is a big thing with me. (Yes, the money is better too.)
This whole thing has me thinking about that rotten old saying 'All good things must come to an end'. I've mentioned before how I hate that saying. I just don't think it should be so, but it really is. For some time, working here was fun and the staff was great. But quite a few have left for whatever reason and it has changed quite a bit. It's a bummer.
Those kinds of changes happen with everything. Look at Blogger. There are a lot of missing persons there too. LZ, Ropemonkey, and most recently Grace (Gah!) have given up blogger. Many others are distracted or doing other things and don't post hardly at all. This time last year blogger was a happy, busy place.
I may end up like some of the old blog buds too. This job allows for lots of blog time but the new one probably won't. I could end up being a morning and evening only blogger. (With mornings being kinda iffy at best.)
See? Things change and not always for the better. So when I think of the new opportunity, which is a happy thing, I also think of the old place and how sad it is to leave. But thats always been my personality; never get so wound up in something new that you forget where you're from. Can we consider that a defect? Maybe.
But I really am excited about the new job. That thought seems to have gotten lost in this post somewhere.
Things like this are happy & sad at the same time. I like what I do now. I love the people. It will be sad to go. I'm going to miss a lot of co-workers/friends at the old joint. I wasn't really looking to leave. They were looking for me.
But the new place is awesome and the opportunity for the future is far superior. The security is also more assured, which is a big thing with me. (Yes, the money is better too.)
This whole thing has me thinking about that rotten old saying 'All good things must come to an end'. I've mentioned before how I hate that saying. I just don't think it should be so, but it really is. For some time, working here was fun and the staff was great. But quite a few have left for whatever reason and it has changed quite a bit. It's a bummer.
Those kinds of changes happen with everything. Look at Blogger. There are a lot of missing persons there too. LZ, Ropemonkey, and most recently Grace (Gah!) have given up blogger. Many others are distracted or doing other things and don't post hardly at all. This time last year blogger was a happy, busy place.
I may end up like some of the old blog buds too. This job allows for lots of blog time but the new one probably won't. I could end up being a morning and evening only blogger. (With mornings being kinda iffy at best.)
See? Things change and not always for the better. So when I think of the new opportunity, which is a happy thing, I also think of the old place and how sad it is to leave. But thats always been my personality; never get so wound up in something new that you forget where you're from. Can we consider that a defect? Maybe.
But I really am excited about the new job. That thought seems to have gotten lost in this post somewhere.
Tuesday, October 25, 2005
BloodRayne
I came across this news accidentally. They made one of my favorite PS2 games into a movie. BloodRayne is an awesome game and it should be an awesome movie. Check out the trailer and other stuff here.
Kristanna Loken and Michelle Rodriguez star in it too. The news just gets better and better. ;)
C'mon January 6th!
Kristanna Loken and Michelle Rodriguez star in it too. The news just gets better and better. ;)
C'mon January 6th!
I Took Care Of It
For those of you ready for your morning commute, don't worry about all the jerk-off drivers today. They were all in front of me. I suffered through so you don't have to.
You're welcome.
You're welcome.
Monday, October 24, 2005
Fun Weekend - Not!
Once again, I am happy to be back at work. Other than going to a friend's surprise birthday party Saturday night, this weekend sucked. Weekends are supposed to make you sorry to go to work on Monday. I seem to get it ass-backwards a lot.
The stupid pipe that leaked all over my new carpet did much more damage than I thought. One entire half of the finished basement was totally ruined. I thought I could get away with taking the carpet up, replacing the padding and doing a good cleaning, but nope, of course it's not that easy. The dorks that installed the new carpet didn't remove the old padding that was glued down to the floor. (Which, btw, was already moldy and gross.) So, I spent the day yesterday tearing up my brand new carpet, scraping off the original padding (that they should have already removed) and getting the place ready for new flooring. Of course, we can't put carpet down unless we add extra padding since the other half of the room still has the double stuff under the remaining carpet. Besides, matching the original carpet has turned out to be an impossible task. With modern technology, one would think that colors would remain the same no matter what lot is produced. Nope. It doesn't work that way. I think I'm going to put a parque floor on that side of the room. I think it will look cool. Other than the expense, I think the room will look even better than before.
OK, enough crying. It could be worse. I could be in Florida with the latest hurricane or worse, have a disaster like the one Meritt's friends/family experienced this weekend. The family that lost their child has been in my thoughts constantly. You never know when disaster will strike I guess.
Well, isn't this the cheery post this morning? I think I'll quit while I'm behind.
It must be Monday.
The stupid pipe that leaked all over my new carpet did much more damage than I thought. One entire half of the finished basement was totally ruined. I thought I could get away with taking the carpet up, replacing the padding and doing a good cleaning, but nope, of course it's not that easy. The dorks that installed the new carpet didn't remove the old padding that was glued down to the floor. (Which, btw, was already moldy and gross.) So, I spent the day yesterday tearing up my brand new carpet, scraping off the original padding (that they should have already removed) and getting the place ready for new flooring. Of course, we can't put carpet down unless we add extra padding since the other half of the room still has the double stuff under the remaining carpet. Besides, matching the original carpet has turned out to be an impossible task. With modern technology, one would think that colors would remain the same no matter what lot is produced. Nope. It doesn't work that way. I think I'm going to put a parque floor on that side of the room. I think it will look cool. Other than the expense, I think the room will look even better than before.
OK, enough crying. It could be worse. I could be in Florida with the latest hurricane or worse, have a disaster like the one Meritt's friends/family experienced this weekend. The family that lost their child has been in my thoughts constantly. You never know when disaster will strike I guess.
Well, isn't this the cheery post this morning? I think I'll quit while I'm behind.
It must be Monday.
Saturday, October 22, 2005
BS Friday Answer
This one was fun. The thing is, I always incorporate some real stuff with some not so real stuff. The whole basic story is false. I lied a lot on this post.
There was a girl that transferred from catholic school in 8th grade who was beautiful. I did meet her a few years after school and she was still beautiful. She was always nice, however, and I never had reason to dislike her.
I have run into people since high school who have become exactly what I described in the story. I have shunned some. Some I've talked to. Some I've managed to insult and they seemed not to notice. Mostly, I just think some of those things and I'm fairly cordial. Mostly. ;)
Yes Grace, I do enjoy seeing the 'elite' from high school looking average (or below average) after real life catches up with them. There's some kind of justice there I think.
The one truth, as Spacebrain eluded to, is that I have a mean streak and I do enjoy it at times. I do also, as Meritt mentioned, have 'foot-in-mouth disease' pretty often. This story could happen, on a far lesser scale, I'm sure. Beergirl was right; to be able to turn the conversation all the right ways would be hard. Fun, but hard.
Now, back in the day when G and I were together, he had a way of using that type of wording with almost anybody. We played off of one another and could really do a number on an 'undesirable' or even on someone we liked. Of course, the wording would be turned around to flirting or something along those lines. No, I'm not bragging. It's sometimes embarrassing to think about, but that's what heavy drinking and a nasty/naughty mind can do.
Soon another G story will be posted. I had forgotten that I'm overdue for another one. Thanks to Yoj for the reminder. Also Meritt, I haven't forgotten your reminder. It's coming soon. I'm sorta tied up right now with a bit of a disaster at home. My brand new carpet in the basement (yes, the carpet that is about 1 month old) has been ruined. I'm waiting for the carpet guy right now to see what can be salvaged. Stupid ass copper pipes!
It's always something.
There was a girl that transferred from catholic school in 8th grade who was beautiful. I did meet her a few years after school and she was still beautiful. She was always nice, however, and I never had reason to dislike her.
I have run into people since high school who have become exactly what I described in the story. I have shunned some. Some I've talked to. Some I've managed to insult and they seemed not to notice. Mostly, I just think some of those things and I'm fairly cordial. Mostly. ;)
Yes Grace, I do enjoy seeing the 'elite' from high school looking average (or below average) after real life catches up with them. There's some kind of justice there I think.
The one truth, as Spacebrain eluded to, is that I have a mean streak and I do enjoy it at times. I do also, as Meritt mentioned, have 'foot-in-mouth disease' pretty often. This story could happen, on a far lesser scale, I'm sure. Beergirl was right; to be able to turn the conversation all the right ways would be hard. Fun, but hard.
Now, back in the day when G and I were together, he had a way of using that type of wording with almost anybody. We played off of one another and could really do a number on an 'undesirable' or even on someone we liked. Of course, the wording would be turned around to flirting or something along those lines. No, I'm not bragging. It's sometimes embarrassing to think about, but that's what heavy drinking and a nasty/naughty mind can do.
Soon another G story will be posted. I had forgotten that I'm overdue for another one. Thanks to Yoj for the reminder. Also Meritt, I haven't forgotten your reminder. It's coming soon. I'm sorta tied up right now with a bit of a disaster at home. My brand new carpet in the basement (yes, the carpet that is about 1 month old) has been ruined. I'm waiting for the carpet guy right now to see what can be salvaged. Stupid ass copper pipes!
It's always something.
Friday, October 21, 2005
BS Friday
Welcome to BS Friday. You know the routine, I'll write it, you tell me if it is truth or just plain old BS. This weeks edition is called "Revenge Is A Relative Thing"
I have a cruel streak. I think maybe everyone has the capability to be mean or cruel, but I like mine. Sometimes I embrace it and even have fun with it.
I laugh when someone falls down. I enjoy seeing celebrity divorces. I think it’s awesome when posers are exposed, like Jim Bakker and Milli Vanilli... oh and along those lines, Ashley Simpson. Sometimes I like to see bad things happen. I can’t help myself.
One time in particular I used this secret power for a bit of revenge. I ran into this woman that I knew from high school. I actually saw her in the mall and didn’t recognize her at first. When I did recognize her I thought I’d quickly go the other way. But after I got a better look, my cruel streak wouldn’t let me just walk away.
In school, she was one of the ‘Princesses’. Beautiful & popular, she seemed destined for some kind of special life. She had transferred into our class from Catholic school in Jr. high, 8th grade. Everyone immediately went ga ga over her. Beautiful blond hair and blue eyes. A well developed physique already. (That just got better as we progressed in grades too.) She was athletic and naturally was a cheerleader. She also got to be one of the more stuck up people in school. Her goal in life was to be a famous model or movie star. She just knew she would make it big. Everyone thought she would too.
I remember that I used to talk with her a lot since we had a lot of classes together. I thought we were friends but at some point in 10th grade (the first year in senior high) she decided that I wasn’t ‘her type’ anymore. She blew me off and never spoke to me much at all. She told everybody that she just couldn’t be seen with someone who ‘lived in that part of town’. Yeah, we weren’t well off but there was no sense in being like that. At least she could have kept that opinion to herself. In my mind it was “goodbye fake friend, hello shit list”.
Now there she was, right in front of me, and she was all fat, double chinned, waddling down the Mall hallway, dragging a kid around and married to her loser high school boyfriend, the grease monkey mechanic. Pure glamour. I had to say hello. ;)
She came right for me and moved to give me a hug. When she did, I intentionally let out a huge exhale and said “Whoa, you’re gonna crush me.” She laughed and we talked for a while. She told me it was great to see me and asked the usual questions, where do you work? Are you married? Have you seen anyone from school? The usual crap. I mentioned that I never got to see anyone from school, blah blah blah. Here is some of the conversation:
Her: “How have you been?”
Me: “Great. I never get to see anyone from school, especially someone of your stature. It's a biiig deal to see you.”
Her: “Aww, that’s nice.”
Me: “No really, I don’t’ come here much. It’s a fat chance in hell that we would meet. This is a pretty heavy moment for me.”
Her: “Thanks. It’s good to see you too. You look good.”
Me: “Thanks. You... er, um, look... um different somehow. I can’t figure it out.”
Her: “Oh, I think I’m basically the same as in school.”
Me: “No, there’s a big change in you. I’m just not sure what it is I’m seeing.”
Her: “Maybe it’s my hair. It’s shorter now.”
Me: “Maybe. I dunno, but there’s a biig change on you.”
Her: “It’s my hair. I finally changed the style after all those years of having it the same way.”
Me: “Well, I guess you outgrew that style.”
Her: “Yeah, it was time to grow up a little.”
Me: “Yep, looks like you did a good job of growing.”
Just then her kid piped up and asked who I was. I looked over and about cracked up. The kid had a huuuge overbite. I think she could have eaten a Big Mac through a picket fence. Wow! I mentioned that I knew her mama up until the 10th grade. Then I asked her if she liked Big Macs. She laughed and said she loved McDonald’s fries. So I said “I’ll bet your Mama loooves Big Macs, doesn’t she?” She laughed and said she really really did. I almost lost it again. I looked at her Mom and said “We all need to be Super-sized sometimes, eh?”
Then her Husband walked up. He stopped for a minute and when he recognized me he shook my hand and said the usual pleasantries. I was stunned. Here was Joe Jock, the love of all the high school babes, super-sized himself with almost no hair left on his head! He had this little tiny streak from ear to ear, but nothing else. Just a nice shiny head.
As we chatted I mentioned that his kid had taken a shine to me and that I had heard he had a fat career in spare tires and stuff. He laughed and told me all about how he was still working for his Dad at the shop and yada yada yada… I asked if he still played ball but he said that he couldn’t what with work and all the family stuff. He winked and said “You know, gotta keep the woman satisfied”. I laughed and said I bet he liked to roll around with her still.
Soon I said my goodbyes and told them I was happy to see they had a well rounded family and all. As I walked away with a smirk on my face I realized that most of that had just flown over their heads. But I had just had a great time. I felt satisfied.
Maybe this isn’t as cruel as some things. But I really had a good time with it.
I have a cruel streak. I think maybe everyone has the capability to be mean or cruel, but I like mine. Sometimes I embrace it and even have fun with it.
I laugh when someone falls down. I enjoy seeing celebrity divorces. I think it’s awesome when posers are exposed, like Jim Bakker and Milli Vanilli... oh and along those lines, Ashley Simpson. Sometimes I like to see bad things happen. I can’t help myself.
One time in particular I used this secret power for a bit of revenge. I ran into this woman that I knew from high school. I actually saw her in the mall and didn’t recognize her at first. When I did recognize her I thought I’d quickly go the other way. But after I got a better look, my cruel streak wouldn’t let me just walk away.
In school, she was one of the ‘Princesses’. Beautiful & popular, she seemed destined for some kind of special life. She had transferred into our class from Catholic school in Jr. high, 8th grade. Everyone immediately went ga ga over her. Beautiful blond hair and blue eyes. A well developed physique already. (That just got better as we progressed in grades too.) She was athletic and naturally was a cheerleader. She also got to be one of the more stuck up people in school. Her goal in life was to be a famous model or movie star. She just knew she would make it big. Everyone thought she would too.
I remember that I used to talk with her a lot since we had a lot of classes together. I thought we were friends but at some point in 10th grade (the first year in senior high) she decided that I wasn’t ‘her type’ anymore. She blew me off and never spoke to me much at all. She told everybody that she just couldn’t be seen with someone who ‘lived in that part of town’. Yeah, we weren’t well off but there was no sense in being like that. At least she could have kept that opinion to herself. In my mind it was “goodbye fake friend, hello shit list”.
Now there she was, right in front of me, and she was all fat, double chinned, waddling down the Mall hallway, dragging a kid around and married to her loser high school boyfriend, the grease monkey mechanic. Pure glamour. I had to say hello. ;)
She came right for me and moved to give me a hug. When she did, I intentionally let out a huge exhale and said “Whoa, you’re gonna crush me.” She laughed and we talked for a while. She told me it was great to see me and asked the usual questions, where do you work? Are you married? Have you seen anyone from school? The usual crap. I mentioned that I never got to see anyone from school, blah blah blah. Here is some of the conversation:
Her: “How have you been?”
Me: “Great. I never get to see anyone from school, especially someone of your stature. It's a biiig deal to see you.”
Her: “Aww, that’s nice.”
Me: “No really, I don’t’ come here much. It’s a fat chance in hell that we would meet. This is a pretty heavy moment for me.”
Her: “Thanks. It’s good to see you too. You look good.”
Me: “Thanks. You... er, um, look... um different somehow. I can’t figure it out.”
Her: “Oh, I think I’m basically the same as in school.”
Me: “No, there’s a big change in you. I’m just not sure what it is I’m seeing.”
Her: “Maybe it’s my hair. It’s shorter now.”
Me: “Maybe. I dunno, but there’s a biig change on you.”
Her: “It’s my hair. I finally changed the style after all those years of having it the same way.”
Me: “Well, I guess you outgrew that style.”
Her: “Yeah, it was time to grow up a little.”
Me: “Yep, looks like you did a good job of growing.”
Just then her kid piped up and asked who I was. I looked over and about cracked up. The kid had a huuuge overbite. I think she could have eaten a Big Mac through a picket fence. Wow! I mentioned that I knew her mama up until the 10th grade. Then I asked her if she liked Big Macs. She laughed and said she loved McDonald’s fries. So I said “I’ll bet your Mama loooves Big Macs, doesn’t she?” She laughed and said she really really did. I almost lost it again. I looked at her Mom and said “We all need to be Super-sized sometimes, eh?”
Then her Husband walked up. He stopped for a minute and when he recognized me he shook my hand and said the usual pleasantries. I was stunned. Here was Joe Jock, the love of all the high school babes, super-sized himself with almost no hair left on his head! He had this little tiny streak from ear to ear, but nothing else. Just a nice shiny head.
As we chatted I mentioned that his kid had taken a shine to me and that I had heard he had a fat career in spare tires and stuff. He laughed and told me all about how he was still working for his Dad at the shop and yada yada yada… I asked if he still played ball but he said that he couldn’t what with work and all the family stuff. He winked and said “You know, gotta keep the woman satisfied”. I laughed and said I bet he liked to roll around with her still.
Soon I said my goodbyes and told them I was happy to see they had a well rounded family and all. As I walked away with a smirk on my face I realized that most of that had just flown over their heads. But I had just had a great time. I felt satisfied.
Maybe this isn’t as cruel as some things. But I really had a good time with it.
Thursday, October 20, 2005
More Hilarity
Let's smile some more. Here are some actual newspaper headlines that are too funny to believe. (These are real. I didn't make them up.)
Something Went Wrong in Jet Crash, Expert Says
Police Begin Campaign to Run Down Jaywalkers
Iraqi Head Seeks Arms
Is There a Ring of Debris Around Uranus?
Prostitutes Appeal to Pope
Panda Mating Fails; Veterinarian Takes Over
Teacher Strikes Idle Kids
Miners Refuse to Work After Death
Juvenile Court to Try Shooting Defendant
War Dims Hope for Peace
If Strike Isn't Settled Quickly, It May Last a While
Cold Wave Linked to Temperatures
Enfield (London) Couple Slain; Police Suspect Homicide
Red Tape Holds Up New Bridges
Typhoon Rips Through Cemetery; Hundreds Dead
Man Struck by Lightning Faces Battery Charge
New Study of Obesity Looks for Larger Test Group
Astronaut Takes Blame for Gas in Spacecraft
Kids Make Nutritious Snacks
Chef Throws His Heart Into Helping Feed Needy
Local High School Dropouts Cut in Half
Hospitals are Sued by 7 Foot Doctors
Something Went Wrong in Jet Crash, Expert Says
Police Begin Campaign to Run Down Jaywalkers
Iraqi Head Seeks Arms
Is There a Ring of Debris Around Uranus?
Prostitutes Appeal to Pope
Panda Mating Fails; Veterinarian Takes Over
Teacher Strikes Idle Kids
Miners Refuse to Work After Death
Juvenile Court to Try Shooting Defendant
War Dims Hope for Peace
If Strike Isn't Settled Quickly, It May Last a While
Cold Wave Linked to Temperatures
Enfield (London) Couple Slain; Police Suspect Homicide
Red Tape Holds Up New Bridges
Typhoon Rips Through Cemetery; Hundreds Dead
Man Struck by Lightning Faces Battery Charge
New Study of Obesity Looks for Larger Test Group
Astronaut Takes Blame for Gas in Spacecraft
Kids Make Nutritious Snacks
Chef Throws His Heart Into Helping Feed Needy
Local High School Dropouts Cut in Half
Hospitals are Sued by 7 Foot Doctors
Wednesday, October 19, 2005
Sad News
With all the sadness and trauma going on in the world at the moment, it is worth reflecting on the death of a very important person, which almost went unnoticed last week.
Larry LaPrise, the man who wrote "The Hokey Pokey," died peacefully at age 93. The most traumatic part for his family was getting him into the coffin.
They put his left leg in. And then the trouble started.
Shut up. You know it's funny.
Larry LaPrise, the man who wrote "The Hokey Pokey," died peacefully at age 93. The most traumatic part for his family was getting him into the coffin.
They put his left leg in. And then the trouble started.
Shut up. You know it's funny.
How Will You Die And Why?
I got this cool, weird quiz from Awna. It's a little freaky but I like it. ;)
Your death will be murder....Most likely because
your a very social person and everyone knows
you, but there is one person lurking in the
shadows that is so jealous of you or is so
obsessed they end up killing you...There are
many ways of being murdered...it depends on the
person, but your death will either be slow and
painful (like being stabed to death) or quiek
and painless (like a gunshot to the head).
How Will You Die And Why? .:Beautiful Dark Pics:.
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Your death will be murder....Most likely because
your a very social person and everyone knows
you, but there is one person lurking in the
shadows that is so jealous of you or is so
obsessed they end up killing you...There are
many ways of being murdered...it depends on the
person, but your death will either be slow and
painful (like being stabed to death) or quiek
and painless (like a gunshot to the head).
How Will You Die And Why? .:Beautiful Dark Pics:.
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