Do not watch The Upside of Anger.
Do not be fooled into thinking, oh, Kevin Costner plays a drunk, that must be entertaining.
This movie is two hours of hatred, whining, and putridness. Also, it's lazy. I can't emphasize how little I liked this movie, or how stupid I feel for watching it. The whole fucking thing.
Actual quote from the gf about 20 minutes into the movie: "You are going to hate this movie."
Another quote, this time from my insides? "This movie makes me want to poop myself."
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Things I care about today.
1. It's Friday, and that's a good thing, except when you have projects that need to be done by the end of the week.
2. But.. it is payday, so I'm rich.
3. At least until my car payment, car insurance, and mortgage/insurance/taxes are all taken out automatically on Monday. Baa.
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And in closing, by no means, at any time, should anyone ever, ever, ever watch The Upside of Anger.
Friday, September 30, 2005
Wednesday, September 28, 2005
A Modest Proposal (or maybe 2)
Here's what I would like today:
1. I would like to win the lottery, without having to deal with buying tickets.
2. I would like the dogface to learn how to walk on her front feet while juggling basketballs with her back feet.
3. I would like a pet monkey to be friends with the dogface.
4. I would like to be able to fall asleep at night.
5. I would like people who voted for George Bush to explain themselves to me in a way I can understand. I can accept the "I hated John Kerry" logic, if only for it's honesty.
6. I would like to be able to fly. Preferably w/o flapping my arms, but if I must I must.
7. I would like to be able to walk on my hands (just so the dog wouldn't feel weird)
8. I would like a baseball field in my backyard.
9. And a basketball court in my basement.
10. While I'm at it, a mt range in the backyard would be nice, but only at low altitude. Obviously I don't want to mess up my baseball stats.
11. I would like a sugar covered molasses donut.
12. I would like to see my grandparents when they were my age.
13. I would like to have the willpower to read War and Peace.
14. And the intelligence to understand it.
15. I would like to be considered for the Nobel Prize for Peace.
16. I would like to be impressed by my generation.
17. I would like the ability to teleport anywhere in the world, without having to ask Scotty.
18. While we're on the Star Trek thing, I would like Vulcan ears. But just for a day, they look like they might be prone to ear infections.
19. I would like a maid.
20. I would like to own a small island in the south pacific with all the amenities.
21. Especially hammocks with cup-holders.
22. I would like to be immune to mosquitos.
23. I would like to be able to perform a triple-lindy.
24. I would like to be the catcher for the New York Yankees.
25. Seriously, the pet monkey. The dog is lonely for Christ's sake!
26. A pooper scooper for monkeys. Just in case it's not house trained.
27. An ashtray for the monkey. Just in case it smokes cigars like Lancelot Link.
That's it for today I guess, I'm sure I'll want more tomorrow.
1. I would like to win the lottery, without having to deal with buying tickets.
2. I would like the dogface to learn how to walk on her front feet while juggling basketballs with her back feet.
3. I would like a pet monkey to be friends with the dogface.
4. I would like to be able to fall asleep at night.
5. I would like people who voted for George Bush to explain themselves to me in a way I can understand. I can accept the "I hated John Kerry" logic, if only for it's honesty.
6. I would like to be able to fly. Preferably w/o flapping my arms, but if I must I must.
7. I would like to be able to walk on my hands (just so the dog wouldn't feel weird)
8. I would like a baseball field in my backyard.
9. And a basketball court in my basement.
10. While I'm at it, a mt range in the backyard would be nice, but only at low altitude. Obviously I don't want to mess up my baseball stats.
11. I would like a sugar covered molasses donut.
12. I would like to see my grandparents when they were my age.
13. I would like to have the willpower to read War and Peace.
14. And the intelligence to understand it.
15. I would like to be considered for the Nobel Prize for Peace.
16. I would like to be impressed by my generation.
17. I would like the ability to teleport anywhere in the world, without having to ask Scotty.
18. While we're on the Star Trek thing, I would like Vulcan ears. But just for a day, they look like they might be prone to ear infections.
19. I would like a maid.
20. I would like to own a small island in the south pacific with all the amenities.
21. Especially hammocks with cup-holders.
22. I would like to be immune to mosquitos.
23. I would like to be able to perform a triple-lindy.
24. I would like to be the catcher for the New York Yankees.
25. Seriously, the pet monkey. The dog is lonely for Christ's sake!
26. A pooper scooper for monkeys. Just in case it's not house trained.
27. An ashtray for the monkey. Just in case it smokes cigars like Lancelot Link.
That's it for today I guess, I'm sure I'll want more tomorrow.
Friday, September 23, 2005
back from another land
OK, so I didn't write a blog yet this week, as I was away at a conference in DC. It was a good conference, but I was glad when it was over. DC is a bizarre place, but I kind of like it. Besides the fact that it is the most expensive place I am aware of, there is a ton to do. We got there early, as it was cheaper to fly in on Saturday than on Sunday. So I got the chance to go to the Museum of Natural History on Saturday (Hope Diamond = Big Fucking Rock), and the new WWII Memorial and the Museum of American History on Sunday. The WWII Memorial was very nicely done, lots of water and marble, sitting just behind the Washington Memorial, and to the right of the Jefferson Memorial. The American History Museum was good. Their exhibits ranged from Brown vs. Board to Ella Fitzgerald to the Presidents. Looking through the row of presidents, there was one who looked out of place, less dignified, than the rest of them. See if you can guess who I mean.
Anyways, the conference was good. Lots of hobnobbing and politicking, plenty of beers andexpensive-ass food. ham sandwich + iced tea = $12, plate of spaghetti + glass of water = $17, cup of coffee 5 bucks, and there goes the per diem. Glass of Yeungling beer off the tap, $6.25. Cosmopolitan = $10. Bottle of Bud = $5. It was nice to drink the hometown beer again though, it had been a while.
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On to other things...
So I see Goody is once again concerned about his "manliness" and boobs. Also, to agree with John, Goody, for christ sake, even you can drink more than one beer in an hour of football. And, that's your only beer a week? Jesus. It looks like Johnson and I are going to have to make an emergency stop in your neck of Brunswick to save you. This requires beer die.
It appears that John got out of roofing with beer, but is tired and needs coffee. I hear you. The GF had to be at work at an obscene hour of the day today, and apparently forgot to make coffee. Thus, I am without coffee today. I did manage to make my own sandwich, but it was hard. Had to cut the roll and everything, but thankfully, still have all my fingers.
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Things I'm thinking about today.
1. The keynote for our conference was Jonathan Kozol, author of several books, most recently Shame of America. He basically spoke about how the public schools of America have been resegregated, and are in fact, as seperate as they have ever been. He was fairly persuasive, but after I finish reading his book I am going to have to read up this some more.
2. The most unifying thing about the conference, to me, was race. The people I talked to, largely african american, feel that there is absolutely no getting around race when you talk about the aftermath of Katrina. I have to say, I fear that we might have seen faster response times and less deaths if it was poor white people dying instead of poor, largely black people.
3. Yankees and the Sox, September, 1 game apart, season ends on a three game series in Boston. Does it get any better than this? Even if the Yankees are relying on the genetic mutation that is Randy Johnson?
4. MVP or not, doesn't matter. Ortiz is a monster, and he is a much bigger part of the Sox than Arod is of the Yankees. In an important at-bat, Ortiz is the last person I want to see come up (followed by Damon and Nixon, and only then Manny.) For the Yankees, in a clutch spot I think most Sox fans would say they are most scared of Sheffield, followed by Jeter, with Matsui/Arod/Bernie all at about the same.
5. That said, the Cy Young this year should be Mariano Rivera.
Anyways, the conference was good. Lots of hobnobbing and politicking, plenty of beers andexpensive-ass food. ham sandwich + iced tea = $12, plate of spaghetti + glass of water = $17, cup of coffee 5 bucks, and there goes the per diem. Glass of Yeungling beer off the tap, $6.25. Cosmopolitan = $10. Bottle of Bud = $5. It was nice to drink the hometown beer again though, it had been a while.
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On to other things...
So I see Goody is once again concerned about his "manliness" and boobs. Also, to agree with John, Goody, for christ sake, even you can drink more than one beer in an hour of football. And, that's your only beer a week? Jesus. It looks like Johnson and I are going to have to make an emergency stop in your neck of Brunswick to save you. This requires beer die.
It appears that John got out of roofing with beer, but is tired and needs coffee. I hear you. The GF had to be at work at an obscene hour of the day today, and apparently forgot to make coffee. Thus, I am without coffee today. I did manage to make my own sandwich, but it was hard. Had to cut the roll and everything, but thankfully, still have all my fingers.
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Things I'm thinking about today.
1. The keynote for our conference was Jonathan Kozol, author of several books, most recently Shame of America. He basically spoke about how the public schools of America have been resegregated, and are in fact, as seperate as they have ever been. He was fairly persuasive, but after I finish reading his book I am going to have to read up this some more.
2. The most unifying thing about the conference, to me, was race. The people I talked to, largely african american, feel that there is absolutely no getting around race when you talk about the aftermath of Katrina. I have to say, I fear that we might have seen faster response times and less deaths if it was poor white people dying instead of poor, largely black people.
3. Yankees and the Sox, September, 1 game apart, season ends on a three game series in Boston. Does it get any better than this? Even if the Yankees are relying on the genetic mutation that is Randy Johnson?
4. MVP or not, doesn't matter. Ortiz is a monster, and he is a much bigger part of the Sox than Arod is of the Yankees. In an important at-bat, Ortiz is the last person I want to see come up (followed by Damon and Nixon, and only then Manny.) For the Yankees, in a clutch spot I think most Sox fans would say they are most scared of Sheffield, followed by Jeter, with Matsui/Arod/Bernie all at about the same.
5. That said, the Cy Young this year should be Mariano Rivera.
Friday, September 16, 2005
Crash
So I'd been hearing a buzz about this movie Crash, and added it to my netflicks list. The GF and I finally got around to watching it last night, and were stunned. Before I get any further, watch this movie when you have some time to kill afterwards.
This movie isn't easy to watch. It's largely about racial issues in LA, but it is also about how nobody is all bad or all good. Even the worst character in this movie, played by Matt Dillon, has highly redeemable characteristics. Crash is one of those movies that takes a couple scenes from a a bunch of different people whose lives are intertwined in LA. Some are cops, some criminal, some both. (There's also a TV director, a District Attorney, and Tony Danza.)
I know, that sounds sucky. Trust me though, you want to see this movie. I'm not sure how to describe it other than to say that at one point the gf and I were actually holding our breaths to see what happened next, hoping that we were wrong.
I've watched a shit-ton of movies in my life, and very rarely do I actually care what happens to the characters. This movie was an exception.
This movie isn't easy to watch. It's largely about racial issues in LA, but it is also about how nobody is all bad or all good. Even the worst character in this movie, played by Matt Dillon, has highly redeemable characteristics. Crash is one of those movies that takes a couple scenes from a a bunch of different people whose lives are intertwined in LA. Some are cops, some criminal, some both. (There's also a TV director, a District Attorney, and Tony Danza.)
I know, that sounds sucky. Trust me though, you want to see this movie. I'm not sure how to describe it other than to say that at one point the gf and I were actually holding our breaths to see what happened next, hoping that we were wrong.
I've watched a shit-ton of movies in my life, and very rarely do I actually care what happens to the characters. This movie was an exception.
In defense of reading
Yeah, so I was busy not working hard yesterday and I forgot to blog it up. I think I'm going to be throwing out quick reviews of books or movies, just because I can, so you get a twofer today.
In response to Goody not reading, sorry, I just don't buy it. In my opinion, if you don't like to read, you haven't found the right book yet. (By the way, when I say read I include audio books Goody, your ears still work don't they?) For me, the first book I read was Charlie and the Chocolate Factory when I was 5 or 6. That book taught me to love to read. For me, there is no better way to escape than to read a great book. I love movies, but very rarely is there a movie that I can get as sucked into as I can the average book. You always hear about "movies not being as good as the book." Well, it's true. If a movie is better than a book, than it generally means that book sucked donkey balls.
People should read more for multitudes of reasons. In my history class the other day, the professor asked who Horatio Algar was. No one besides me and the prof knew. Fine. He then asked if anyone knew had read anything by Nathanial Hawthorne. No one answered. I fear for a generation that is incapable of drawing the parallels between the puritanism of the Scarlet Letter and the Republican "moralism" of today. In fact, that lack of ability to draw a parallel explains quite a bit to me about the last couple elections.
I have a theory about how Al Gore lost an election on a blowjob he didn't even receive, but that's another blog, for 6 years ago.
I am in complete agreement with Goody on the fact that a lot of times I would rather get stuff done around the house than sit down and read or sit down and watch tv. Still, just about every day I make time to sit down at the counter and at least read the headlines of the papers, and most days I read the whole paper. I can't stand watching the news, so if I didn't read the paper I would have no clue what's going on today.
I really think that a big reason people don't read as much as they should is because they feel they need to finish the book. Fuck that. Start a book if you're interested in it, stop it when you're not. I'm willing to bet that eventually you'll find books that suck you in and you make time for. Even you Goody.
In response to Goody not reading, sorry, I just don't buy it. In my opinion, if you don't like to read, you haven't found the right book yet. (By the way, when I say read I include audio books Goody, your ears still work don't they?) For me, the first book I read was Charlie and the Chocolate Factory when I was 5 or 6. That book taught me to love to read. For me, there is no better way to escape than to read a great book. I love movies, but very rarely is there a movie that I can get as sucked into as I can the average book. You always hear about "movies not being as good as the book." Well, it's true. If a movie is better than a book, than it generally means that book sucked donkey balls.
People should read more for multitudes of reasons. In my history class the other day, the professor asked who Horatio Algar was. No one besides me and the prof knew. Fine. He then asked if anyone knew had read anything by Nathanial Hawthorne. No one answered. I fear for a generation that is incapable of drawing the parallels between the puritanism of the Scarlet Letter and the Republican "moralism" of today. In fact, that lack of ability to draw a parallel explains quite a bit to me about the last couple elections.
I have a theory about how Al Gore lost an election on a blowjob he didn't even receive, but that's another blog, for 6 years ago.
I am in complete agreement with Goody on the fact that a lot of times I would rather get stuff done around the house than sit down and read or sit down and watch tv. Still, just about every day I make time to sit down at the counter and at least read the headlines of the papers, and most days I read the whole paper. I can't stand watching the news, so if I didn't read the paper I would have no clue what's going on today.
I really think that a big reason people don't read as much as they should is because they feel they need to finish the book. Fuck that. Start a book if you're interested in it, stop it when you're not. I'm willing to bet that eventually you'll find books that suck you in and you make time for. Even you Goody.
Wednesday, September 14, 2005
Grinding it out
No goody you pervert, I'm not talking about rubbing one out with sandpaper. (Although, hey, worked for Pinocchio!)
No, I'm talking about those days at work when you just don't have your A game, but just have to get shit done anyways. It could be due to hangover, lack of sleep, stupidity, anything. (In my case today, I seem to be working on a combination of all three.) Still, due to deadlines, procrastination, or upcoming leaves from work, you really have no choice but to be productive. I can't speak for other jobs, like say Liz's, where lives are actually at stake when work isn't completed, or the gf's, where there is a classroom of little ones staring at her all day, but in my job it can be very easy not to get a damn thing done on certain days. The reality of it is, I'm the only that would know if I've legitimately been slacking off, or if things are just going slow on a certain phase of a project with good cause.
So days like today can be tough. I'm basically working only through my own motivation, on a long-term project, on a day where all I really want to do is clock-watch. Yet, somehow, I've gotten quite a bit done today so far. (At least, until I started writing this...) These next two hours are the the worst of the day though, no matter what. Either the clock is frozen at the 2:30 point for an eternity, or I'm working on something that needs to get done by the end of the day, it's 2:30, I've got time, and then BAM! it's 5. Right now, I can't decide which day it is yet, but I'm leaning towards the first.
Book I'm reading right now that probably interests only me:
The Tipping Point by Malcolm Gladwell
Interesting book about all the factors that go into social fads. Also about the correlation between viruses and social fads, or the doubling effect. If you like this sort of thing it's easy reading and not to long. No pictures though Goody, sorry.
No, I'm talking about those days at work when you just don't have your A game, but just have to get shit done anyways. It could be due to hangover, lack of sleep, stupidity, anything. (In my case today, I seem to be working on a combination of all three.) Still, due to deadlines, procrastination, or upcoming leaves from work, you really have no choice but to be productive. I can't speak for other jobs, like say Liz's, where lives are actually at stake when work isn't completed, or the gf's, where there is a classroom of little ones staring at her all day, but in my job it can be very easy not to get a damn thing done on certain days. The reality of it is, I'm the only that would know if I've legitimately been slacking off, or if things are just going slow on a certain phase of a project with good cause.
So days like today can be tough. I'm basically working only through my own motivation, on a long-term project, on a day where all I really want to do is clock-watch. Yet, somehow, I've gotten quite a bit done today so far. (At least, until I started writing this...) These next two hours are the the worst of the day though, no matter what. Either the clock is frozen at the 2:30 point for an eternity, or I'm working on something that needs to get done by the end of the day, it's 2:30, I've got time, and then BAM! it's 5. Right now, I can't decide which day it is yet, but I'm leaning towards the first.
Book I'm reading right now that probably interests only me:
The Tipping Point by Malcolm Gladwell
Interesting book about all the factors that go into social fads. Also about the correlation between viruses and social fads, or the doubling effect. If you like this sort of thing it's easy reading and not to long. No pictures though Goody, sorry.
Tuesday, September 13, 2005
Back in the saddle again
Yup, I'm taking a class.
I know, I know, I wasn't much of a student the first time around. "Students" go to class. "Students" do their homework. "Students" don't prostitute themselves for C's. Bahhh. "Students" also couldn't play 14 straight hours of beer die if the situation dictated it. Not, of course, that I would ever have considered such a thing.
Well, I'm hoping back on the wagon. Work pays for the classes, which wasn't a good enough reason to take any my first couple (5) years on the job, but now I'm at the level where I can't make any more money or get any more promotions until I have at least one more degree.
Now, in my experience, promotions lead to more responsibility and harder work, and that's not really what I'm shooting for. More money though...
So I'm back in class, but since I didn't want to leap in headfirst, I'm dipping my toes in. Yes, I am taking a 100 - level class. Or, if you will, a "Holy shit freshman are stupid" class. Before class started today I had to listen to two girls talk about how much they paid for their Gap Jeans. That was fun, but not as much fun as the blank looks that went around the room whenever the Prof used a big word. "Technological Determinism" has apparently not made it to the dorm quite yet.
Still, the class is actually interesting so far, we'll see if that keeps up.
Problems I have faced today:
I forgot to eat my potato salad before lunch, so now it's been sitting on my desk for four hours and seems to have congealed a bit. Is this bad?
I know, I know, I wasn't much of a student the first time around. "Students" go to class. "Students" do their homework. "Students" don't prostitute themselves for C's. Bahhh. "Students" also couldn't play 14 straight hours of beer die if the situation dictated it. Not, of course, that I would ever have considered such a thing.
Well, I'm hoping back on the wagon. Work pays for the classes, which wasn't a good enough reason to take any my first couple (5) years on the job, but now I'm at the level where I can't make any more money or get any more promotions until I have at least one more degree.
Now, in my experience, promotions lead to more responsibility and harder work, and that's not really what I'm shooting for. More money though...
So I'm back in class, but since I didn't want to leap in headfirst, I'm dipping my toes in. Yes, I am taking a 100 - level class. Or, if you will, a "Holy shit freshman are stupid" class. Before class started today I had to listen to two girls talk about how much they paid for their Gap Jeans. That was fun, but not as much fun as the blank looks that went around the room whenever the Prof used a big word. "Technological Determinism" has apparently not made it to the dorm quite yet.
Still, the class is actually interesting so far, we'll see if that keeps up.
Problems I have faced today:
I forgot to eat my potato salad before lunch, so now it's been sitting on my desk for four hours and seems to have congealed a bit. Is this bad?
Monday, September 12, 2005
Some sleep for the weary
Finally, finally, slept last night. This might sound like nothing to some people, but for me, this is an achievement. Before that I hadn't really slept hard for weeks. I've always been like this, not sleeping soundly for extended periods of time, and then having a body shut down for a long sleep. Haven't had one of this in a while, but if I hadn't finally slept last night I could feel one coming on. After my conference next week, I'm guessing that I'll need a nice 12 hour sleep to feel like a human being again.
So what's the topic for today? So far, Goody's talked about his lack of a golf game (Too bad diaper changing's not a sport, huh Goods?) and John has... No John yet today. Personally, on Monday's I'm not really ready to tackle anything too grueling, so I was thinking, ahh, nope I wasn't thinking at all, I was staring out the window.
Watched some football this weekend, from the games I saw it looks like the Jets are going to be pretty piss poor and the Giants are going to be alright. Yes, Eli threw two interceptions, but he looked a lot better than he did last year. At least he didn't look like he was going to cry the whole time, which is an improvement.
I'd like to write about my fantasy football team, but I think I might even put myself to sleep (hmmm might have to try that next insomnia spell....) Suffice to say that I lost this week in one league and won in another.
I'm told that as I own a house and a cock that I need to have projects and lists for them. Well, I am less ambitious than Goody, and have already built a flagstone patio this year. (Ingredients: 1/2 ton 3/4 inch gravel, 2 tons stone dust, 1 pallet ME black slate flagstones, 1 shovel, 1 loam rake, 1 push broom, one hose, rinse and repeat.) So my projects for this winter are going to consist of not outspending myself so I can afford to heat the house. I'll mix in small projects like building some bookshelves and the current project, building a closet for myself. Somehow I've found myself w/o a closet since the gf moved in, strange that.
Ingredients for Closet/Shelving unit;
2 4x8 sheets of 3/4 inch birch plywood (Why birch? Why not?)
1 porter cable router, borrowed
1 bostich finsh nailer, plus compressor (Just kidding)
1 hammer
47 nails
1 trim saw, cordless
1 packet of presson laminate to make the ply look smoov like me
3 Things I'm thinking today:
1. Johnny Damon is a caveman
2. Randy Johnson may be the ugliest human being ever.
3. The. Ugliest. Human. Being. Ever.
So what's the topic for today? So far, Goody's talked about his lack of a golf game (Too bad diaper changing's not a sport, huh Goods?) and John has... No John yet today. Personally, on Monday's I'm not really ready to tackle anything too grueling, so I was thinking, ahh, nope I wasn't thinking at all, I was staring out the window.
Watched some football this weekend, from the games I saw it looks like the Jets are going to be pretty piss poor and the Giants are going to be alright. Yes, Eli threw two interceptions, but he looked a lot better than he did last year. At least he didn't look like he was going to cry the whole time, which is an improvement.
I'd like to write about my fantasy football team, but I think I might even put myself to sleep (hmmm might have to try that next insomnia spell....) Suffice to say that I lost this week in one league and won in another.
I'm told that as I own a house and a cock that I need to have projects and lists for them. Well, I am less ambitious than Goody, and have already built a flagstone patio this year. (Ingredients: 1/2 ton 3/4 inch gravel, 2 tons stone dust, 1 pallet ME black slate flagstones, 1 shovel, 1 loam rake, 1 push broom, one hose, rinse and repeat.) So my projects for this winter are going to consist of not outspending myself so I can afford to heat the house. I'll mix in small projects like building some bookshelves and the current project, building a closet for myself. Somehow I've found myself w/o a closet since the gf moved in, strange that.
Ingredients for Closet/Shelving unit;
2 4x8 sheets of 3/4 inch birch plywood (Why birch? Why not?)
1 porter cable router, borrowed
1 bostich finsh nailer, plus compressor (Just kidding)
1 hammer
47 nails
1 trim saw, cordless
1 packet of presson laminate to make the ply look smoov like me
3 Things I'm thinking today:
1. Johnny Damon is a caveman
2. Randy Johnson may be the ugliest human being ever.
3. The. Ugliest. Human. Being. Ever.
Friday, September 09, 2005
Gas... rhymes with Ass!!!
So I'm with Goody on this one John, how talking about the price of gas could possibly not turn political I'm just not sure. Since I drive about 1/4 mile to work every day, this simply does not impact me that much. It does irritate me that gas companies have supposedly shown a record profit while raising prices, but it reassures me that there 45 out of 50 District Attorneys are banding together to look into it. If career lawyers and politicians can't fix what's broke, who can?
I suppose in this day and age you just can't expect to trust the prices set by huge international corporations, but what's the alternative? Nationalizing oil? Do you really trust the feds to deal with this sort of thing? Hell, they can't even maintain the price of a postage stamp.
Still, I will give the feds the benefit of doubt (which they certainly haven't earned) and hope that they will figure out what's going on with this inquiry that the AD's are starting up. In a similar vein, I'll give George Bush the benefit of the doubt and guess that he actually does know how to tie his own shoes. (Can't you just hear it now, "Daddy, Karl... Can you come tie my shoes? Dick? Somebody help me I keep tripping...)
On to more interesting topics, i.e. the fact that Goody tips by breast size. That's fantastic. Does this apply even if you have a male waiter? I mean, if your guy needs a serious man-bra, do you splash him an extra dollar? I bet you do.
Things of interest to me today: Cheetos and chimpanzees.
I suppose in this day and age you just can't expect to trust the prices set by huge international corporations, but what's the alternative? Nationalizing oil? Do you really trust the feds to deal with this sort of thing? Hell, they can't even maintain the price of a postage stamp.
Still, I will give the feds the benefit of doubt (which they certainly haven't earned) and hope that they will figure out what's going on with this inquiry that the AD's are starting up. In a similar vein, I'll give George Bush the benefit of the doubt and guess that he actually does know how to tie his own shoes. (Can't you just hear it now, "Daddy, Karl... Can you come tie my shoes? Dick? Somebody help me I keep tripping...)
On to more interesting topics, i.e. the fact that Goody tips by breast size. That's fantastic. Does this apply even if you have a male waiter? I mean, if your guy needs a serious man-bra, do you splash him an extra dollar? I bet you do.
Things of interest to me today: Cheetos and chimpanzees.
Thursday, September 08, 2005
Shrub vs. Mother Nature
John boy has a blog now, and no surprises here, he's gone all political on us.
I'd love to play devil's advocate here, but I can't. In fact, I started writing about how we can't blame shrub for a natural disaster. But then, I stopped. Quite a bit of this is his fault, if only because he is the Commander in Chief, and the buck (supposedly) stops there. I pin the blame more directly on the department of Homeland Security.
How is it that we aren't prepared for disasters? What else is this agency for?
Should it not have been noticed, by someone, looking for vulnerabilities that terrorists might look for, that hey, New Orleans is in danger! I talked to a friend the other day, and he told me that his Meteorology class at UMPI, ten years ago, was taught that New Orleans was a disaster waiting to happen. This was not a secret.
As far as oversight goes, our fearful leader has proven that he will pass on corporate favors as he sees fit, at any opportunity. It's no secret that he is a friend of big business. What is equally clear is that he is a vengeful bastard. Dems (or moderate Republicans) that have stood up to his Fearfulness in the past have faced, for example, military base closings that cause thousands of job cuts in their home states. Wonder what will happen to the Reps and Sens that demand accountability?
I'd love to play devil's advocate here, but I can't. In fact, I started writing about how we can't blame shrub for a natural disaster. But then, I stopped. Quite a bit of this is his fault, if only because he is the Commander in Chief, and the buck (supposedly) stops there. I pin the blame more directly on the department of Homeland Security.
How is it that we aren't prepared for disasters? What else is this agency for?
Should it not have been noticed, by someone, looking for vulnerabilities that terrorists might look for, that hey, New Orleans is in danger! I talked to a friend the other day, and he told me that his Meteorology class at UMPI, ten years ago, was taught that New Orleans was a disaster waiting to happen. This was not a secret.
As far as oversight goes, our fearful leader has proven that he will pass on corporate favors as he sees fit, at any opportunity. It's no secret that he is a friend of big business. What is equally clear is that he is a vengeful bastard. Dems (or moderate Republicans) that have stood up to his Fearfulness in the past have faced, for example, military base closings that cause thousands of job cuts in their home states. Wonder what will happen to the Reps and Sens that demand accountability?
Wednesday, September 07, 2005
I'm taking this base and I'm going home.
Can we have a moment of silence for Lloyd McClendon? Yes he lost quite a few games the last few years. But, to be fair, he had to deal with quite a bit of this... Sorry Joe, just couldn't let that go without a comment.
(Wrote this yesterday, but forgot to put it up, so you get two for the price of one...
(Wrote this yesterday, but forgot to put it up, so you get two for the price of one...
Tuesday, September 06, 2005
Tuemonday
Why is it that Tuesday's feel the need to jump on the long weekend grenade and act like Monday? It's just not nice.
Sorry about the long layoff, but I was at meetings and camp from Thursday on, and didn't feel the need to update. Had a great weekend, caught up on reading and eating, just didn't catch up on sleep. Actually had moments of productivity as well, so it was a good weekend all around.
Had our fantasy football draft Sunday afternoon, good timing boys, let's have the draft in the middle of a long weekend. Still, a good time was had, apparently, a few of the drafters had a bit too good of a time before the draft if you know what I mean, judging by the draft results. I particularly enjoyed the fact that Goody had another "Technology Malfulnction" and drafter two quarterbacks with his 2nd and 3rd picks. Good times, good times. Also enjoyed the fact that he had to take a timeout in the middle of the draft to wash the baby.
Not sure if I liked my team or not, I felt like I made a lot of "Oh, what the fuck" picks, because the people on either side of me literally picked every player I want right before me. At least I did manage to draft one drug dealer (J. Lewis) so the day wasn't a complete loss.
Sorry about the long layoff, but I was at meetings and camp from Thursday on, and didn't feel the need to update. Had a great weekend, caught up on reading and eating, just didn't catch up on sleep. Actually had moments of productivity as well, so it was a good weekend all around.
Had our fantasy football draft Sunday afternoon, good timing boys, let's have the draft in the middle of a long weekend. Still, a good time was had, apparently, a few of the drafters had a bit too good of a time before the draft if you know what I mean, judging by the draft results. I particularly enjoyed the fact that Goody had another "Technology Malfulnction" and drafter two quarterbacks with his 2nd and 3rd picks. Good times, good times. Also enjoyed the fact that he had to take a timeout in the middle of the draft to wash the baby.
Not sure if I liked my team or not, I felt like I made a lot of "Oh, what the fuck" picks, because the people on either side of me literally picked every player I want right before me. At least I did manage to draft one drug dealer (J. Lewis) so the day wasn't a complete loss.
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