We should all be happy that the wonderful Triple-H (Hot, Hazy & Humid) days have arrived to our beautiful wilting Apple. The women are in skimpy clothes. People's faces are shades of pink and red as most forget to use SPF. They're so unlucky compared to me as I continue to get jazzed up in the mornings donning my tie and suit. After all, the recently introduced new trains spit out freezing air that so irk the barely-dressed female commuters. Pobre mujeres.
The heat does have drawbacks. First, I have to take cold showers in the morning and when I get home. Second, it causes my electricity bill to drastically increase as roaming spirits in my apartment scrawl on the walls for me to blast the air conditioning lest they tossed items at me. Thirdly, I can't sleep bundled in my comforter.
On the bright side, my appetite for spiced foods has soared. I get to use lots of napkins to wipe my mouth and waves of sweat. The frostbite epidemic will be kept at bay. Should it get any hotter, folks will not drive and, thus, create the low demand that will lower gas prices as inventory builds. Lives will be saved as who wants to shoot bullets and explode bombs. Life's a beach and we should all head there for breasts and volleyball.
This global warming hypothesis is crap conjured up by fascist liberals who are educated unshaven and assertive women and men like that who like other men; hate America; and, blaspheme God's great representatives such as Pat Robertson and George W. Bush. But that's cool as this heat is a prelude to their damnation in Hell.
Note: heat does cause circuitry to cross, send wrong signals and burn out.
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
Wednesday, June 04, 2008
Bullseye Necklace
Since May, I've been working quite furiously when in the office. Not that I want to but because I have to as I was given a sparkling invisible necklace made of bullseyes from management. It all started with the re-restructure that occurred at the beginning of 2Q08. My group consists of three people (me boss, me-self and me co-worker).
The boss doesn't really do much other than push things onto me while he reads the paper, Stumbles online, checks out the Manhattan skyline and inhales a pound and change of sunflower seeds everyday. Me co-worker is ever the model worker as she helped me with a few annual reviews and other mindless shit that was handled by other folks prior the re-restructure. As for me, I'm inundated with demands from the front, middle and back office.
I get the privilege of hitting the group's quota for this year, writing up the bundles of annual reviews myself & correcting Credit's shoddy contributions (or lack thereof since they're worse copy-and-pasters than me-self), maintaining the quarterly financial statements & compliance certificates, reviewing & preparing closing documents, filing all necessary paperwork to the cabinets and responding to all waivers and inquiries from HK.
For all these perks, I get a key to the penthouse office where we've been re-restructured to. I'm not allowed to smoke on the balcony (me co-worker told me the big cheese asked her to spy on me). In fact, I'm not allowed outside but I go anyways and occasionally have a smoke. At least, I still have my music, my net links for time/space dislocations and a bathroom for 3 people only (they're not messy at all).
While I've asked for help, the assurances I get are that it's coming shortly, soon or in the near future. So far, ZIP, NADA, BUPKISS. But I shouldn't complain. After all, I have a job, especially in this shitty market when many companies are letting go of staff. Hell, I should work harder since they haven't fired my ass yet though they're so itching to do so. In fact, I should grateful to take their abuse as I put myself in this precarious position by performing so well at the beginning of my tenure that it created unrealistic expectations. Dammit, it's my fault that I'm not living up to those lofty aims despite the massive economic realities against it.
I should be so lucky to be adorned with the bullseye necklace.
The boss doesn't really do much other than push things onto me while he reads the paper, Stumbles online, checks out the Manhattan skyline and inhales a pound and change of sunflower seeds everyday. Me co-worker is ever the model worker as she helped me with a few annual reviews and other mindless shit that was handled by other folks prior the re-restructure. As for me, I'm inundated with demands from the front, middle and back office.
I get the privilege of hitting the group's quota for this year, writing up the bundles of annual reviews myself & correcting Credit's shoddy contributions (or lack thereof since they're worse copy-and-pasters than me-self), maintaining the quarterly financial statements & compliance certificates, reviewing & preparing closing documents, filing all necessary paperwork to the cabinets and responding to all waivers and inquiries from HK.
For all these perks, I get a key to the penthouse office where we've been re-restructured to. I'm not allowed to smoke on the balcony (me co-worker told me the big cheese asked her to spy on me). In fact, I'm not allowed outside but I go anyways and occasionally have a smoke. At least, I still have my music, my net links for time/space dislocations and a bathroom for 3 people only (they're not messy at all).
While I've asked for help, the assurances I get are that it's coming shortly, soon or in the near future. So far, ZIP, NADA, BUPKISS. But I shouldn't complain. After all, I have a job, especially in this shitty market when many companies are letting go of staff. Hell, I should work harder since they haven't fired my ass yet though they're so itching to do so. In fact, I should grateful to take their abuse as I put myself in this precarious position by performing so well at the beginning of my tenure that it created unrealistic expectations. Dammit, it's my fault that I'm not living up to those lofty aims despite the massive economic realities against it.
I should be so lucky to be adorned with the bullseye necklace.
Wednesday, May 07, 2008
Eye Opener
I'm reading "Bloodthirsty Bitches and Pious Pimps of Power" by Gerry Spence right now. It's an eye-opener just like those magic shades that Rowdy Piper wore on "They Live". Instead of aliens, it's W and his gang of right-wing thugs of hate.
I love how he breaks down the illusion of the basic freedoms we're guaranteed by the Constitution, especially by the fuckers with money and power.
Quick review: I went to the Jay Z and Mary J. Blige concert last night at the Garden. The energy wasn't there. There was a somber lull during MJB's act. The folks down below did not have 10% of the energy the technotronicstrancemasters could muster with a changing of the beats. One of the folks in the corporate box wanted to jam but she lasted only 15 seconds before sitting down again. It was cool when Method Man came out and busted some rhymes with MJB but the energy faded once he left. Fatigue grew and, after 3 songs by Jay Z, the other bankers and I broke out.
Though a bit tired now, I'm ready for ARMIN tonight. I hope he'll somehow recognize my friend and I from Bal en Blanc.
I love how he breaks down the illusion of the basic freedoms we're guaranteed by the Constitution, especially by the fuckers with money and power.
Quick review: I went to the Jay Z and Mary J. Blige concert last night at the Garden. The energy wasn't there. There was a somber lull during MJB's act. The folks down below did not have 10% of the energy the technotronicstrancemasters could muster with a changing of the beats. One of the folks in the corporate box wanted to jam but she lasted only 15 seconds before sitting down again. It was cool when Method Man came out and busted some rhymes with MJB but the energy faded once he left. Fatigue grew and, after 3 songs by Jay Z, the other bankers and I broke out.
Though a bit tired now, I'm ready for ARMIN tonight. I hope he'll somehow recognize my friend and I from Bal en Blanc.
Friday, May 02, 2008
Nostalgia
I helped two co-workers' iTunes to share their music in early January. Only today did I go check out what they had. One had sappy tunes. The other.....OMFG!!!!!
She has: Billy Idol, Corey Hart, Cyndi Lauper, Duran Duran, Erasure, Eurythmics, Expose, Go Go's, Hall & Oates, Human League, INXS, Jody Watley, Joe Jackson, KLF, Level 42, New Order, OMD, Paul Young, Pet Shop Boys, Robert Palmer, Sheena Easton, Simply Red, Stevie B, Thompson Twins, U2, Wham!, When In Rome and Whitney Houston.
I'm spending the afternoon reminiscing and being nostalgic.
She has: Billy Idol, Corey Hart, Cyndi Lauper, Duran Duran, Erasure, Eurythmics, Expose, Go Go's, Hall & Oates, Human League, INXS, Jody Watley, Joe Jackson, KLF, Level 42, New Order, OMD, Paul Young, Pet Shop Boys, Robert Palmer, Sheena Easton, Simply Red, Stevie B, Thompson Twins, U2, Wham!, When In Rome and Whitney Houston.
I'm spending the afternoon reminiscing and being nostalgic.
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
17 years later
I got my college ring back this afternoon. I'm wearing it now as I write this. However, it just feels strange as I'm not used to it. In fact, I'm not used to wearing rings and any kind of jewelry other than my watch and the chain that's been on me since I was a kid. It's quite possible I would have gotten used to having a ring but that's not going to happen now. Right Dickhead Bob?
During senior, Bob would have a fellow Navy ROTC guy come to the house. Actually, this guy had two keys: one for the front door and Bob's room. When they were at the house, they'd stay in Bob's room with the door locked. The rest of the house would wonder what 's going on upstairs. We didn't think he was gay. Or was he?
Maybe it was I who asked/remarked to the housemates about his possibly conducting gay activities within and it got back to him. Bob and I weren't really friendly throughout the year after that. Dunno.
Like I wrote earlier, I hope something mechanical that he really loves/cherishes breaks. So long as no one is hurt. Perhaps the pocket-butt-rocket he got from his college ROTC love. Brokeback Submarine?
Ahahahahahahahaha........
During senior, Bob would have a fellow Navy ROTC guy come to the house. Actually, this guy had two keys: one for the front door and Bob's room. When they were at the house, they'd stay in Bob's room with the door locked. The rest of the house would wonder what 's going on upstairs. We didn't think he was gay. Or was he?
Maybe it was I who asked/remarked to the housemates about his possibly conducting gay activities within and it got back to him. Bob and I weren't really friendly throughout the year after that. Dunno.
Like I wrote earlier, I hope something mechanical that he really loves/cherishes breaks. So long as no one is hurt. Perhaps the pocket-butt-rocket he got from his college ROTC love. Brokeback Submarine?
Ahahahahahahahaha........
Monday, April 28, 2008
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
Blast from the Past
After my dentist appointment today, I called my office to check messages and one was especially particular. A woman said that she had something that belonged to me. I called her back and discovered that she is now the former wife of a former housemate of mine from college. She told me that she had my COLLEGE RING. What the fuck?!?!!?!?
Partly shocked yet calmed by her gentleness, I listened to her tell me the story her ex-husband told her about my ring. Supposedly, I bet my ring during a card game and lost it to him. UTTER BULLSHIT! Broke as we were in college, we'd rather spend money on beer and cigarettes than play cards. Moreover, my mother had bought me the ring for graduation so I was not going to lose that.
After we spoke, the memories came back to me. I remember taking the ring off and putting on a bookshelf in my room. When I came back from class, it was missing and I was searching everywhere for it. In fact, I asked all my housemates if they might have seen it and they ALL said "No".
So...the fucker stole my ring and conjured up some bullshit story. While I'm not mad, I am a little pissed off. I don't wish him any harm but it would be nice if something awful happened to his most cherished piece of machine. Like a meteor destroying it. Not with him, his new wife nor anyone else in or near it. I don't want anyone hurt.
It's been 17 years since I last saw the ring.
Partly shocked yet calmed by her gentleness, I listened to her tell me the story her ex-husband told her about my ring. Supposedly, I bet my ring during a card game and lost it to him. UTTER BULLSHIT! Broke as we were in college, we'd rather spend money on beer and cigarettes than play cards. Moreover, my mother had bought me the ring for graduation so I was not going to lose that.
After we spoke, the memories came back to me. I remember taking the ring off and putting on a bookshelf in my room. When I came back from class, it was missing and I was searching everywhere for it. In fact, I asked all my housemates if they might have seen it and they ALL said "No".
So...the fucker stole my ring and conjured up some bullshit story. While I'm not mad, I am a little pissed off. I don't wish him any harm but it would be nice if something awful happened to his most cherished piece of machine. Like a meteor destroying it. Not with him, his new wife nor anyone else in or near it. I don't want anyone hurt.
It's been 17 years since I last saw the ring.
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
Alan Shore
Is quite possibly one of the best characters ever created for television. Tonight, he argued against the death penalty for a convicted rapist who happens to be mentally retarded (IQ of 70 but never declared so). What a fucking speech he gave! Many many kudos to the speechwriters too!
Saturday, April 19, 2008
Bal En Blanc Videos
This party was OFF THE FUCKING HOOK!!!!!
See my post below for some videos of the 14th Edition of the White Party in Montreal.
Can't wait til next year.
Monday, April 14, 2008
daylight savings time on the train
As some folks know, the Transit Authority installed new trains for the N line about 5 months ago in its systematic upgrade. The new trains are well air-conditioned, run faster and smoother and provide a bevy of information for the casual idiot. This morning was interesting though.
As I waited at the 59th Street station, in comes one of these new trains. The first car's lights are out and brought back a fleeting memory of older trains with spotty lighting. But the second, third, fourth and fifth cars' lights were also out. The only light that was on was in the door conductor's booth.
The silver lining I found was that I could get a 15-minute nap instead of reading the paper as usual. The ride seemed a bit nouveau-tech as the LED displays of time, next station and other stations along the route seemed a bit futuristic with the occasional passing of tunnel lights to indicate that we were moving.
I'm sure the other commuters at the 36th Street station had similar thoughts that I did. However, before heading out, the lights came on.
So I chuckled, read my paper and, upon the sweet caffeine finally hitting my nervous system, I realized that these new trains were conserving power. How green!
As I waited at the 59th Street station, in comes one of these new trains. The first car's lights are out and brought back a fleeting memory of older trains with spotty lighting. But the second, third, fourth and fifth cars' lights were also out. The only light that was on was in the door conductor's booth.
The silver lining I found was that I could get a 15-minute nap instead of reading the paper as usual. The ride seemed a bit nouveau-tech as the LED displays of time, next station and other stations along the route seemed a bit futuristic with the occasional passing of tunnel lights to indicate that we were moving.
I'm sure the other commuters at the 36th Street station had similar thoughts that I did. However, before heading out, the lights came on.
So I chuckled, read my paper and, upon the sweet caffeine finally hitting my nervous system, I realized that these new trains were conserving power. How green!
Thursday, April 10, 2008
Restructure
Following Labor Day weekend last year, I returned to work and saw that my computer was missing. The first thought was "they finally fired me". Alas, it wasn't true. They moved me upstairs to a corner office. A friend called me "Napoleon". Moreover, I found out that I had a new boss and that I lost have my portfolio and coverage.
Six months later to April Fool's Day, I get a call from the guy who hired me and he tells me that it's his last day (he got canned as I'm told). My boss got bumped up and I got my portfolio and coverage back. However, I'm not happy about it.
I think I was a happier and more motivated person prior this job. It's probably time to leave but the stinking economy is in the crapper. With a bunch of available talent in the pool, it's unlikely that I'll score something fabulous. Perhaps, I should get a second job (a thought that comes up every so often) to diversify from being a DVR-addict.
By the way, the hottest woman on Beauty and the Geek this season, Jillian, was so booted when she volunteered to be on the Geek flag football team, which lost to a bunch of girls. The biggest cock is Cowboy Joe because he's (i) unkempt/smelly (according to his teammate Tara), (ii) generally obnoxious with his long-winded speeches and (iii) unable to open up to new ideas and progress. I find myself digging Leticia because she's (i) a different pretty, (ii) open and athletic and (iii) a blond.
Pretty Villains Alert: Battlestar Galactica's bevy of bad chicks are Tricia Helfer (Six) and Grace Park (Boomer).
Supporting Cutie Award: Goes to Julie Gonzalo, she's definitely rocking lead Natasha Henstridge, a fading favorite.
If the rare or random reader is interested, download (free) this mix while you can:
http://www.newmixes.com/paul_van_dyk-live_at_club_space_miami_wmc-sat-03-29-2008.html
It rocks!!!!!
Six months later to April Fool's Day, I get a call from the guy who hired me and he tells me that it's his last day (he got canned as I'm told). My boss got bumped up and I got my portfolio and coverage back. However, I'm not happy about it.
I think I was a happier and more motivated person prior this job. It's probably time to leave but the stinking economy is in the crapper. With a bunch of available talent in the pool, it's unlikely that I'll score something fabulous. Perhaps, I should get a second job (a thought that comes up every so often) to diversify from being a DVR-addict.
By the way, the hottest woman on Beauty and the Geek this season, Jillian, was so booted when she volunteered to be on the Geek flag football team, which lost to a bunch of girls. The biggest cock is Cowboy Joe because he's (i) unkempt/smelly (according to his teammate Tara), (ii) generally obnoxious with his long-winded speeches and (iii) unable to open up to new ideas and progress. I find myself digging Leticia because she's (i) a different pretty, (ii) open and athletic and (iii) a blond.
Pretty Villains Alert: Battlestar Galactica's bevy of bad chicks are Tricia Helfer (Six) and Grace Park (Boomer).
Supporting Cutie Award: Goes to Julie Gonzalo, she's definitely rocking lead Natasha Henstridge, a fading favorite.
If the rare or random reader is interested, download (free) this mix while you can:
http://www.newmixes.com/paul_van_dyk-live_at_club_space_miami_wmc-sat-03-29-2008.html
It rocks!!!!!
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
Bal en Blanc
Montreal was fantastic even while it was "brick cold". Below are highlights of the trip:
Travel - Two hour delay at LGA and had to fly back into JFK instead
Food - Didn't know what to eat and the dinners were so-so. FYI, L'entrecote Saint-Jean sucked and Mikasa Sushi's service blew
Shopping - The famed underground city is no joke. I presumed it for the folks who didn't smoke but was properly corrected as it kept folks out of the frigid weather
Chinatown - Was small and their pastries/ice coffee lacked the oomph of our own C-town
Geography - We stayed at a decent hotel downtown that was quite convenient
Couche Tard - Rocks as Montreal's 7-11
Chez Cora - We ate here three times; can't go wrong with the Western Omelette Bobby Botton or the Cora Special
Liberal - If you're 18 and older, you can drink and gamble. Folks recognize that alcohol and drugs will be taken regardless so it seems that they allow it to happen and promote cautionary measures as opposed to outright crackdowns like in the U.S. Just don't be so blatant about it
White Party - Took 3 hours to get into the party; must have been 15,000 or so people there; we caught Ferry Corsten's last 2 hours and made it through Armin's 4-hour set that ended at 9AM; Armin shook my hand twice after his set, BOOYA!
Travel - Two hour delay at LGA and had to fly back into JFK instead
Food - Didn't know what to eat and the dinners were so-so. FYI, L'entrecote Saint-Jean sucked and Mikasa Sushi's service blew
Shopping - The famed underground city is no joke. I presumed it for the folks who didn't smoke but was properly corrected as it kept folks out of the frigid weather
Chinatown - Was small and their pastries/ice coffee lacked the oomph of our own C-town
Geography - We stayed at a decent hotel downtown that was quite convenient
Couche Tard - Rocks as Montreal's 7-11
Chez Cora - We ate here three times; can't go wrong with the Western Omelette Bobby Botton or the Cora Special
Liberal - If you're 18 and older, you can drink and gamble. Folks recognize that alcohol and drugs will be taken regardless so it seems that they allow it to happen and promote cautionary measures as opposed to outright crackdowns like in the U.S. Just don't be so blatant about it
White Party - Took 3 hours to get into the party; must have been 15,000 or so people there; we caught Ferry Corsten's last 2 hours and made it through Armin's 4-hour set that ended at 9AM; Armin shook my hand twice after his set, BOOYA!
Deafness - One should definitely have earplugs when going to these events; my ears are still ringing
C'est la vie! Bal en Blanc 15th Edition is 12 April 2009.
I was going to write a play-by-play but I have lots of work to catch up on. Doh! Eh!
C'est la vie! Bal en Blanc 15th Edition is 12 April 2009.
I was going to write a play-by-play but I have lots of work to catch up on. Doh! Eh!
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
Republican Rage
...directed at Democrats and homosexuals.
On Friday, an Iowa congressman by the name of Steve King warned that terrorists, notably those affiliated with Al Qaeda, will be dancing in the streets if Barack Obama is elected President. Rep. Steve King based his prediction on Obama's pledge to pull troops out of Iraq, his Kenyan heritage and his middle name, Hussein. King is the typical American Christian right-wing dumb-fuck.
On 22 January, talk radio host John Gibson seem to be rejoicing in Heath Ledger's unfortunate overdose. He and other Christian right-wingers claim that Ledger's death is proof that god hates homosexuals. As you know, Brokeback Mountain was a movie and Heath portrayed a reluctant gay cowboy. A woman claim that her ability to read the bible proved that she understands and knows the almighty's thinking in the ordering of Ledger's death.
What the fuck is wrong with these folks? Their good book teaches them to be kind to their neighbors but they're a bunch of backward whiny hating fucktards. If one does not conform to their good book views, then one is automatically damned to hell and worthy of their scorn and venom.
It seems all three major religions - Judaism, Islam & Christianity - seek a return to the days of "ain't got shit". The Jews constantly remind themselves of their people's past struggles. The Muslims want to bring back the pre-millennium days of their main man, Mohammed. The Christians want their homey, Jesus, to return.
Here are some reasons to let history be history:
-electricity
-air conditioning
-refrigeration
-vaccines
-way better explanations than "god made it so"
-better & quicker information sharing
I heard a good one last year: the American Christians are hoping and praying that the Anti-Christ hath cometh already because it means Jesus is surely to return to bring them into his bosom by way of the Rapture. Are they a cruel, evil and selfish bunch?
On Friday, an Iowa congressman by the name of Steve King warned that terrorists, notably those affiliated with Al Qaeda, will be dancing in the streets if Barack Obama is elected President. Rep. Steve King based his prediction on Obama's pledge to pull troops out of Iraq, his Kenyan heritage and his middle name, Hussein. King is the typical American Christian right-wing dumb-fuck.
On 22 January, talk radio host John Gibson seem to be rejoicing in Heath Ledger's unfortunate overdose. He and other Christian right-wingers claim that Ledger's death is proof that god hates homosexuals. As you know, Brokeback Mountain was a movie and Heath portrayed a reluctant gay cowboy. A woman claim that her ability to read the bible proved that she understands and knows the almighty's thinking in the ordering of Ledger's death.
What the fuck is wrong with these folks? Their good book teaches them to be kind to their neighbors but they're a bunch of backward whiny hating fucktards. If one does not conform to their good book views, then one is automatically damned to hell and worthy of their scorn and venom.
It seems all three major religions - Judaism, Islam & Christianity - seek a return to the days of "ain't got shit". The Jews constantly remind themselves of their people's past struggles. The Muslims want to bring back the pre-millennium days of their main man, Mohammed. The Christians want their homey, Jesus, to return.
Here are some reasons to let history be history:
-electricity
-air conditioning
-refrigeration
-vaccines
-way better explanations than "god made it so"
-better & quicker information sharing
I heard a good one last year: the American Christians are hoping and praying that the Anti-Christ hath cometh already because it means Jesus is surely to return to bring them into his bosom by way of the Rapture. Are they a cruel, evil and selfish bunch?
Monday, March 03, 2008
March Monday thoughts
My right wrist still hurts. It happened on a Monday morning three weeks ago. I woke up and I felt pain shoot up my arm as I got up. I thought it would go away but it hasn't so I finally got around to immobilizing it last night. I'll need to see a doctor soon.
The on-going joke with folks who know about my mysterious injury is that I've been jerking off too often and much. Here's the sad thing, there certainly wasn't any jerking off that Sunday night, the night before, the week before, the month before, etc. Otherwise, it might have been worth it. Dammit!
Getting old sucks.
Other thoughts.....from news I read....
1. Yet another murder-suicide is reported. This time, it took place at a Wendy's in Florida. A guy walks in, starts blasting and then eats one himself without telling the clerk that he'd like some fries with the bullets. There seemed to have been one each week for the last month.
2. Eco-terrorists started fires that burned expensive homes in Seattle. Aren't eco-terrorists those who would sabotage corporate or political plans to wreck the environment? If so, what's the point of burning down the homes? Fires add to our carbon dioxide problem and cause the folks to seek new sources of wood for rebuilding their homes which, in turn, defeat that which the group wants to achieve. Dimwits with good intentions.
3. Iran's nutty president visited Iraq and said that "foreigners" should leave Iraq. Obviously, he meant the U.S. and its allies. What about the jihadists? These are the non-Iraqi Sunni folks who are blasting and blowing up the Shiites who are the majority in both Iran and Iraq. Presumably, these folks, being Muslim, are welcomed to practice and perfect their murderous techniques. Fuckwits.
The world is becoming a sad place. While a part of me still wants to be a father, I'm not sure if it's the right thing to bring a child into the world. Seems selfish.
The on-going joke with folks who know about my mysterious injury is that I've been jerking off too often and much. Here's the sad thing, there certainly wasn't any jerking off that Sunday night, the night before, the week before, the month before, etc. Otherwise, it might have been worth it. Dammit!
Getting old sucks.
Other thoughts.....from news I read....
1. Yet another murder-suicide is reported. This time, it took place at a Wendy's in Florida. A guy walks in, starts blasting and then eats one himself without telling the clerk that he'd like some fries with the bullets. There seemed to have been one each week for the last month.
2. Eco-terrorists started fires that burned expensive homes in Seattle. Aren't eco-terrorists those who would sabotage corporate or political plans to wreck the environment? If so, what's the point of burning down the homes? Fires add to our carbon dioxide problem and cause the folks to seek new sources of wood for rebuilding their homes which, in turn, defeat that which the group wants to achieve. Dimwits with good intentions.
3. Iran's nutty president visited Iraq and said that "foreigners" should leave Iraq. Obviously, he meant the U.S. and its allies. What about the jihadists? These are the non-Iraqi Sunni folks who are blasting and blowing up the Shiites who are the majority in both Iran and Iraq. Presumably, these folks, being Muslim, are welcomed to practice and perfect their murderous techniques. Fuckwits.
The world is becoming a sad place. While a part of me still wants to be a father, I'm not sure if it's the right thing to bring a child into the world. Seems selfish.
Friday, February 29, 2008
....doh....
Two close friends of mine that are brother and sister lost their father last night. And their grandfather is holding on in the hospital. ....doh....
Thursday, February 14, 2008
Valentine's Day...PSSSSHHHHH....
It's got to be the dumbest day around. Why do couples need to be kind to each other for one special day? What about the other 360 days? I'm taking into account each person's birthday, Christmas and the anniversary, if either remembers. I think 183 days of being nice to your mate is the minimum. For those who suck at math, that's 1 day more than half a year. Or simply, do something every other day.
So keep expectations low, smile, throw him/her a wink or two and hug each other. Every other day. Y'all should be so lucky to have someone to deal with your shit.
Another thing.... Roses and candy are so lame. Go to a flower shop, look at the flowers, pick the ones the evoke a nice memory and write it down on the card that you send along with the flowers. Pork chops, if they stuffed, are good too.
Roses....PSSSSShhhhh.......
So keep expectations low, smile, throw him/her a wink or two and hug each other. Every other day. Y'all should be so lucky to have someone to deal with your shit.
Another thing.... Roses and candy are so lame. Go to a flower shop, look at the flowers, pick the ones the evoke a nice memory and write it down on the card that you send along with the flowers. Pork chops, if they stuffed, are good too.
Roses....PSSSSShhhhh.......
Sunday, February 10, 2008
I helped Dell
Who would have thunk it? Some Dell tech guy read my XPS comment.
Maybe Dell should comp me the laptop for helping them figure out why Vista sucks.
Maybe Dell should comp me the laptop for helping them figure out why Vista sucks.
Absence of Football
I woke up at 930AM, 90 minutes before the alarm on my 5 year old deactivated cell phone went off. I had hoped to hear the ring tone, levitate kavallerie. It was loud and very different. I haven't figured out how to add that particular ring tone to subsequent phones.
After an hour of checking on my Vista-damaged XPS, I went to Verizon Wireless to activate my new phone, a black Chocolate. It was a nice that I only waited for 5 minutes before being helped. I told the lady that I wanted to activate my new phone and she replied "there's going to be a $20 charge." Uh.......bullshit. I am grateful that she gave me instructions to activate it at home.
So I spent the $20 on gas and 8 pieces of KFC dark meat with 4 biscuits. Half original and crispy. There was also a $2.11 cup of Dunkin Donuts too.
When I got home, Vista restarted itself and was noisily scanning for something I did to fix it. I suppose I annoyed it like a doctor would give a child an immunization shot.
It was noon and, for the first time since late August, I didn't have to call Fuzzy. There was no Sunday pre-game show on ESPN. So I watched "Dick".
Around 330PM, I moved the car and took a nice stroll home but could not figure out what to have for dinner.
Vista seemed to be well off and I surfed. I had bookmarked a wonderfully written site that I stumbled upon in December: www.f-ckingc-nts.com Yes, it is a real site. No, it's not some misogynistic site. Actually, it's written by an incredibly funny and intelligent woman who loves the word "cunt".
From there, I found a link to yet another hilarious site: www.mil-millington.com.
Great laughter. Especially in the absence of football.
After an hour of checking on my Vista-damaged XPS, I went to Verizon Wireless to activate my new phone, a black Chocolate. It was a nice that I only waited for 5 minutes before being helped. I told the lady that I wanted to activate my new phone and she replied "there's going to be a $20 charge." Uh.......bullshit. I am grateful that she gave me instructions to activate it at home.
So I spent the $20 on gas and 8 pieces of KFC dark meat with 4 biscuits. Half original and crispy. There was also a $2.11 cup of Dunkin Donuts too.
When I got home, Vista restarted itself and was noisily scanning for something I did to fix it. I suppose I annoyed it like a doctor would give a child an immunization shot.
It was noon and, for the first time since late August, I didn't have to call Fuzzy. There was no Sunday pre-game show on ESPN. So I watched "Dick".
Around 330PM, I moved the car and took a nice stroll home but could not figure out what to have for dinner.
Vista seemed to be well off and I surfed. I had bookmarked a wonderfully written site that I stumbled upon in December: www.f-ckingc-nts.com Yes, it is a real site. No, it's not some misogynistic site. Actually, it's written by an incredibly funny and intelligent woman who loves the word "cunt".
From there, I found a link to yet another hilarious site: www.mil-millington.com.
Great laughter. Especially in the absence of football.
Thursday, February 07, 2008
恭喜发财
There's a Chinese tradition that the first thing one is supposed to do upon awaking on Chinese New Year is to put something sweet into their mouth so as to have a sweet new year.
This morning (as in every morning), it was Listerine.
I think I have a cavity now as one my upper molars is aching.
D'oh!
This morning (as in every morning), it was Listerine.
I think I have a cavity now as one my upper molars is aching.
D'oh!
Thursday, January 31, 2008
Cinco Anos
At the close of business tomorrow, I will have worked here for 5 years.
I just got back from an after-lunch walk as I was feeling quite stuffed. I did think about the job and what it's brought me but it was fleeting. I let random images, thoughts and memories float across the eyes.
As peristalsis kicked it, I felt better and started an internal campaign for walk more often.
I'm done raging.
hahahahahaha.....Full Tilt crashed!
I just got back from an after-lunch walk as I was feeling quite stuffed. I did think about the job and what it's brought me but it was fleeting. I let random images, thoughts and memories float across the eyes.
As peristalsis kicked it, I felt better and started an internal campaign for walk more often.
I'm done raging.
hahahahahaha.....Full Tilt crashed!
Monday, January 28, 2008
Apolitical
For most of my life, that was one of many adjectives that describes me. Nowadays, I'm becoming a baby-killing-left-winger, so those hateful-deluded-right-wingers would have you think. Really, it's my watching A Daily Show with Jon Stewart and The Colbert Report that I've gotten more politically sensitive about this beloved country of mine.
In a CNN online article today: "Romney took aim at McCain's past record of teaming up with Democrats on campaign finance reform, immigration legislation,...an energy cap and trade-bill."
WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH THAT?
I would hope that my elected representative would work together to stamp out lobbyists whose bosses are the fucking wealthy because legislation usually don't help the public. I'm willing to bet that there isn't one $2,000+ tailored suit wearing sumbitch in D.C. working to get health insurance for the uninsured or to lower the cost of healthcare.
Both sides probably have good ideas that, if meshed together, could keep this country from being a sponge for immigrants. It's unfair to the illegals that they're doing the shit jobs that fat, lazy and poorly-educated Americans won't do. Instead of working the unpaid border patrol, pick some fucking fruits, veggies or cotton.
There's got to be something wrong with alternative fuels because only the leftists and hippies are into that shit. Conservatives don't believe in conservatism. The status quo of gas-guzzlers canNOT be messed with. We must preserve and CONSERVE our right to maintain our addiction. What a travesty to see a fucking hippy driving them fairy-ass gas-sippers! Real God-fearing-STD-carrying men drive pick-ups and monster trucks!
The essence of outsourcing is someone offering to do it better and cheaper. Broke-ass foreigners, who worked hard to earn their degrees, are willing to get the job done even at a lower price. But these stupid jerks wished they was Americans so they takes our American jobs that I can't do. That's just messed up. Go back to where yous was and learn to love our American french fries!
While Rodney continues to be an idiot and get hisself in trouble, his famous question remains unanswered and ignored: why can't we just get along?
"Seriously" - asked/answered/commented by Meredith Grey
Obama, Hilary and Johnnie E were getting along. Then BLAM!. Each one of them wanted to the choke the shit out of the other. John McC is getting blasted for wanting to work with his fellow Americans? While I might not agree with a bunch of his positions, I don't see how I'm convinced to vote for Mighty Cap Gun Hunter Mitty.
I'm secretly wishing that Bloomie and Hagel will get together and make a run for 1600 PA Ave.
In the meantime, I continue to daydream like John Dorian.
In a CNN online article today: "Romney took aim at McCain's past record of teaming up with Democrats on campaign finance reform, immigration legislation,...an energy cap and trade-bill."
WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH THAT?
I would hope that my elected representative would work together to stamp out lobbyists whose bosses are the fucking wealthy because legislation usually don't help the public. I'm willing to bet that there isn't one $2,000+ tailored suit wearing sumbitch in D.C. working to get health insurance for the uninsured or to lower the cost of healthcare.
Both sides probably have good ideas that, if meshed together, could keep this country from being a sponge for immigrants. It's unfair to the illegals that they're doing the shit jobs that fat, lazy and poorly-educated Americans won't do. Instead of working the unpaid border patrol, pick some fucking fruits, veggies or cotton.
There's got to be something wrong with alternative fuels because only the leftists and hippies are into that shit. Conservatives don't believe in conservatism. The status quo of gas-guzzlers canNOT be messed with. We must preserve and CONSERVE our right to maintain our addiction. What a travesty to see a fucking hippy driving them fairy-ass gas-sippers! Real God-fearing-STD-carrying men drive pick-ups and monster trucks!
The essence of outsourcing is someone offering to do it better and cheaper. Broke-ass foreigners, who worked hard to earn their degrees, are willing to get the job done even at a lower price. But these stupid jerks wished they was Americans so they takes our American jobs that I can't do. That's just messed up. Go back to where yous was and learn to love our American french fries!
While Rodney continues to be an idiot and get hisself in trouble, his famous question remains unanswered and ignored: why can't we just get along?
"Seriously" - asked/answered/commented by Meredith Grey
Obama, Hilary and Johnnie E were getting along. Then BLAM!. Each one of them wanted to the choke the shit out of the other. John McC is getting blasted for wanting to work with his fellow Americans? While I might not agree with a bunch of his positions, I don't see how I'm convinced to vote for Mighty Cap Gun Hunter Mitty.
I'm secretly wishing that Bloomie and Hagel will get together and make a run for 1600 PA Ave.
In the meantime, I continue to daydream like John Dorian.
Thursday, January 03, 2008
So far, so good....
It is now the 40th hour mark. I am faring much better than last year. It's probably because my will is stronger. Though I will admit to wanting to just give it up for a smooth toke or five.
Today's lunch coma is more pronounced that yesterday's. I think it's the body wondering where all the nicotine and seeing as there's no new supply, it's allowing the body to power down. In fact, I nodded off several times while writing this.
I'm awake now as work is slowly piling up. The new guy is taking a different approach this year and promised the Penguin that we'll put on $100 (a personal goal that I reached by June 30, 2007). However, given the current environment, the $50-$50 split may not be so easy. Plus, given my competitiveness, I'd probably want to close at least $75 just to keep my shine.
It's mighty cold today, so please get wrapped up.
Today's lunch coma is more pronounced that yesterday's. I think it's the body wondering where all the nicotine and seeing as there's no new supply, it's allowing the body to power down. In fact, I nodded off several times while writing this.
I'm awake now as work is slowly piling up. The new guy is taking a different approach this year and promised the Penguin that we'll put on $100 (a personal goal that I reached by June 30, 2007). However, given the current environment, the $50-$50 split may not be so easy. Plus, given my competitiveness, I'd probably want to close at least $75 just to keep my shine.
It's mighty cold today, so please get wrapped up.
Monday, December 31, 2007
Last day
And I'm actually in the office at 815AM. That's because I got home at 700AM this morning after yet another marathon of rubbing tiles with the family, 16 on both Saturday and Sunday nights. Strangely, I'm awake but feel quite wired and I'm abstaining from caffeinated beverages. I think the four cups of noir is still working.
It's a beautiful morning with the overnight showers having moved into the Atlantic Ocean. The cold crisp winter air is so clean that I'm filling my lungs. But not fully. I'm quite motivated this morning to finally quit smoking. In the past, I've always rationalized that I'm only going to stop as I will smoke again after certain events. However, recent research has moved me towards fully embracing the complete and total cessation of the habit.
It will certainly be a trying January 2008 as last January was really fucking hard. I wanted to rip people's faces off, especially in the office. I think the difference is I wanted to stop last year whereas I believe I NEED to stop. Period.
So I ask my friends who read this to bear with me and to encourage me to stay clean. Thank you in advance. Have a wonderful forthcoming 2008!
The Rationale:
It's a beautiful morning with the overnight showers having moved into the Atlantic Ocean. The cold crisp winter air is so clean that I'm filling my lungs. But not fully. I'm quite motivated this morning to finally quit smoking. In the past, I've always rationalized that I'm only going to stop as I will smoke again after certain events. However, recent research has moved me towards fully embracing the complete and total cessation of the habit.
It will certainly be a trying January 2008 as last January was really fucking hard. I wanted to rip people's faces off, especially in the office. I think the difference is I wanted to stop last year whereas I believe I NEED to stop. Period.
So I ask my friends who read this to bear with me and to encourage me to stay clean. Thank you in advance. Have a wonderful forthcoming 2008!
The Rationale:
- Life gets better because we become older, supposedly wiser and more aware.
- Smoking will shorten it worse than the other diseases because it was self-inflicted.
- Don't be a stupid ass anymore.
Friday, December 28, 2007
This Year's Eve
Will be the 21st consecutive Eve on which I could be partying. There's a slight possibility that I will. However, I also don't want to do anything. The proverbial "been there, done that" is making a strong case to just stay in and relax. Perhaps if the Eve were a Thursday, I would probably get myself out there and tear it up a bit. One day to recover isn't a lot at my age. I don't want to have residuals on Wednesday as I stroll into the office. It doesn't help that I haven't done any work since the end of November.
Hopefully, I'll get the next 3 DVDs from Netflix on Monday. I might just open a bottle of my favorite cabernet and fire up a ribeye. That's sounding like a good idea.
What are fellow bloggers doing this coming Monday?
Hopefully, I'll get the next 3 DVDs from Netflix on Monday. I might just open a bottle of my favorite cabernet and fire up a ribeye. That's sounding like a good idea.
What are fellow bloggers doing this coming Monday?
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
Ho ho ho...hum....
Just two months ago, the whips were cracking and we were behind budget. Was told to put $32.5 on, so my boss and I got cracking. Three weeks later, we had $30.5 set up. Booya!
Right after Thanksgiving, the powers-that-be must have ingested some funky-ass grub laced with retardness because they told us to do nothing until 2 January 2008. Huh?
Apparently, the loan-to-deposit ratio will get skewed and that will mess with some other metric and blah, blah, blah.
Since then it's been reading the New York Times, working on various levels of difficulty of Sudoku, Full-Tilting, blogging, online shopping and chatting. Also, there are those silly applications on Facebook to play with and Stumble, a great nifty toolbar thingy to numb the ennui.
Even then, there's only so much anti-short-attention-span pills one can take.
While I shouldn't complain about having to do nothing and getting paid, the crappy part is having to suit up Monday to Thursday to do nothing. Boo!
Happy Holidays!
Right after Thanksgiving, the powers-that-be must have ingested some funky-ass grub laced with retardness because they told us to do nothing until 2 January 2008. Huh?
Apparently, the loan-to-deposit ratio will get skewed and that will mess with some other metric and blah, blah, blah.
Since then it's been reading the New York Times, working on various levels of difficulty of Sudoku, Full-Tilting, blogging, online shopping and chatting. Also, there are those silly applications on Facebook to play with and Stumble, a great nifty toolbar thingy to numb the ennui.
Even then, there's only so much anti-short-attention-span pills one can take.
While I shouldn't complain about having to do nothing and getting paid, the crappy part is having to suit up Monday to Thursday to do nothing. Boo!
Happy Holidays!
Monday, December 17, 2007
Update
While they've hid the sign, the 2-for-$3 sale was still on. And they corrected the $3.29. I paid $3.25 for two sausage egg mcmuffins today at that silly McDonald's in Chinatown.
YAY!
YAY!
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
Subway Sardines
Four years ago, I left Manhattan to become a Brooklynite again. The daily commute was easy as it is 1 local and 3 express stops. My hours were 9 to 5, then 9 to 6 but it didn't bother me. Occasionally, I'd quip about the funk of getting onto the express train. I thought it was crowded then.
Holy smokes! It's much worse today. I'd estimate a 25% increase, easily. As I was filing up the staircase this morning, I wondered if there was an opposite or negative or mirror word for "serendipity". I searched for a word while musing if moving work hours to 830-530 was actually an unintended good thing but suck balls because:
-I grown fond of sleeping and am often late. I stroll in around 930 and could care less what they say;
-being on the platform at 740AM under the new hours was crowd-light and, occasionally, I saw my cousin taking her daughter to school; and,
-there was a cutie who I think I knew from grade school but couldn't be sure. Eventually, she stopped showing up and I presumed that she moved.
Since Monday, I found myself back on the old 9-to-5 schedule AND when I was on time. Holy smokes, it was packed.
What will it be like in another 4 years? I would dread having to push myself to 8 to 6 hours just the avoid the morning rush.
Who saw Nip/Tuck last night? Aren't the writers doing a fabulous job this season? Also, which Beauty and the Geek would you vote for? It's a toss-up for me.
Holy smokes! It's much worse today. I'd estimate a 25% increase, easily. As I was filing up the staircase this morning, I wondered if there was an opposite or negative or mirror word for "serendipity". I searched for a word while musing if moving work hours to 830-530 was actually an unintended good thing but suck balls because:
-I grown fond of sleeping and am often late. I stroll in around 930 and could care less what they say;
-being on the platform at 740AM under the new hours was crowd-light and, occasionally, I saw my cousin taking her daughter to school; and,
-there was a cutie who I think I knew from grade school but couldn't be sure. Eventually, she stopped showing up and I presumed that she moved.
Since Monday, I found myself back on the old 9-to-5 schedule AND when I was on time. Holy smokes, it was packed.
What will it be like in another 4 years? I would dread having to push myself to 8 to 6 hours just the avoid the morning rush.
Who saw Nip/Tuck last night? Aren't the writers doing a fabulous job this season? Also, which Beauty and the Geek would you vote for? It's a toss-up for me.
Friday, November 16, 2007
McDonalds Update
I finally made it to the other McDonalds this morning. I didn't see a sign up so I asked the woman behind the counter if the special was still on. This is her reply:
"Yes, but it's 2 for $4 here."
Wonderful!
"Yes, but it's 2 for $4 here."
Wonderful!
Monday, November 12, 2007
Chinatown McDonalds
This morning I went to the McDonalds on Bowery Street to get 2 sausage egg mcmuffin for $3 as has been advertised on television. When the manager (so she seems since she wasn't sporting any standard fry girl or big mac gear) told me the cost was $3.57, I knew something was wrong. Despite a large sign behind the counter clearly stating that it was 2 for $3, she said that the register was showing $3.29 plus $0.28 in tax. She couldn't do anything about it but said that I could order something else or pay $2.59 for one sandwich.
Since it's been a while, I paid the $3.57. Plus, my friend rolled her eyes and said "it's only 30 cents more." Still, it's the principal. When I got home, I realized that I should have asked for a receipt.
I'm going to the other McDonalds in the Chinatown tomorrow morning to see if they're charging $3.57 too. If so, I'm definitely asking for a receipt.
Since it's been a while, I paid the $3.57. Plus, my friend rolled her eyes and said "it's only 30 cents more." Still, it's the principal. When I got home, I realized that I should have asked for a receipt.
I'm going to the other McDonalds in the Chinatown tomorrow morning to see if they're charging $3.57 too. If so, I'm definitely asking for a receipt.
Monday, November 05, 2007
Two fingers in the nose and pull...
I want to rip this guy's face off this morning. The sonofabitch doesn't seem to want to do any critical credit analysis of proposals written up by myself or my boss or my other sales colleagues. Rather, his modus operandi is to point out negative comments from external sources and to embellish with his broken English. How the fuck are we going to get things done if he "recommends" deals but litters his write-up with fuck-shit-up bombs? This guy doesn't seem to understand nor grasp the idea that if deals get done and the portfolio grows, everyone gets paid. Stupid fuck.
By the way, his name is Geoffrey. I think it means "Get fucked by me" and "I'm just a cocksucker." Either way, I'll gladly welcome suggestions on how to rearrange his fucking face and/or to boot him from the company.
By the way, his name is Geoffrey. I think it means "Get fucked by me" and "I'm just a cocksucker." Either way, I'll gladly welcome suggestions on how to rearrange his fucking face and/or to boot him from the company.
Friday, November 02, 2007
0.8 Chic
As usual, I glance around the subway car to see what folks are there and what they might be doing. Then I return to reading the Times. This morning, a mother was nervously watching three kids (presumably hers since they looked varied in age). Upon my arrival, I glimpsed a woman dolled up with neatly coiffed hair just above her set scarf over her peacoat shouldering her Tumi (I'm guessing here) tote bag while donning jeans and pointed shoes. As my standards are low, I'd probably hit it.
Going with the exiting flow, I found myself behind her and came to the conclusion that I wouldn't hit it. Why? Because she didn't smell nice. In fact, she didn't have any scent to go with her chic-ness. Thus, 0.8 is subtracted.
As some friends told me once, you need to have standards, even the bare minimum. For me, it would be a mild and positive scent.
Going with the exiting flow, I found myself behind her and came to the conclusion that I wouldn't hit it. Why? Because she didn't smell nice. In fact, she didn't have any scent to go with her chic-ness. Thus, 0.8 is subtracted.
As some friends told me once, you need to have standards, even the bare minimum. For me, it would be a mild and positive scent.
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
The Force wasn't strong enough until...
I accosted these rebel scums...
Threatening them with imprisonment, I was bribed....
Then I needed a cigarette...
Happy Halloween!
Threatening them with imprisonment, I was bribed....
Then I needed a cigarette...
Happy Halloween!
Friday, October 26, 2007
Da Duck gets LAMER...
In today's USAToday (online edition), I read this:
"President Bush accused Democratic lawmakers on Friday of wasting time by passing legislation to expand children's health coverage, knowing that he would veto it again. At the same time, he criticized Congress for failing to approve spending bills to keep the government running."
Let me see if I got my politics and angles correct...
Republicans are for a smaller government and lower taxes. Why then is he spending lots of our tax dollars to build the government, entailing an excessive amount of bureaucracy? Furthermore, a shitload of money is shifted to defense from programs that help our fellow Americans. So....why won't this fuckhead expand health coverage to our impoverished kids?
Possible explanation...
He is spending stupendous amounts of money (without raising taxes, I'll get to this later) on defense so that terrorists can't harm our sick and needy kids. He is protecting these kids' rights to suffer from (i) the lack of medical treatment and (ii) repetitive Nyquil/Robitussin dosing. To emphasis his benevolence, he has blocked or severely limited research into promising stem cell developments to cure sicknesses and diseases. The voice of God in his gut told him that he is the Decider and so he hath decided that these needy Americans need his ignorance and neglect to understand the suffering of Jesus Christ. After all, his evangelical base tells him that Rapture is soon upon us and that these ailing fools will be amongst the first welcomed into JC's bosom.
If the Rapture doesn't come for several decades, the neglected children will surely grow up and become a part of the massive labor force dedicated to paying off the debt burden he hath decided to unleash onto all Americans.
He is the coolest and smartest deciding fucking Duck. EVER!
"President Bush accused Democratic lawmakers on Friday of wasting time by passing legislation to expand children's health coverage, knowing that he would veto it again. At the same time, he criticized Congress for failing to approve spending bills to keep the government running."
Let me see if I got my politics and angles correct...
Republicans are for a smaller government and lower taxes. Why then is he spending lots of our tax dollars to build the government, entailing an excessive amount of bureaucracy? Furthermore, a shitload of money is shifted to defense from programs that help our fellow Americans. So....why won't this fuckhead expand health coverage to our impoverished kids?
Possible explanation...
He is spending stupendous amounts of money (without raising taxes, I'll get to this later) on defense so that terrorists can't harm our sick and needy kids. He is protecting these kids' rights to suffer from (i) the lack of medical treatment and (ii) repetitive Nyquil/Robitussin dosing. To emphasis his benevolence, he has blocked or severely limited research into promising stem cell developments to cure sicknesses and diseases. The voice of God in his gut told him that he is the Decider and so he hath decided that these needy Americans need his ignorance and neglect to understand the suffering of Jesus Christ. After all, his evangelical base tells him that Rapture is soon upon us and that these ailing fools will be amongst the first welcomed into JC's bosom.
If the Rapture doesn't come for several decades, the neglected children will surely grow up and become a part of the massive labor force dedicated to paying off the debt burden he hath decided to unleash onto all Americans.
He is the coolest and smartest deciding fucking Duck. EVER!
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
Boston Legit
Right after watching Infernal Affairs 2 and 3, I popped open a Blue Moon and kicked back to watch Beauty and The Geek and Boston Legal that I DVR'ed. The smooth buzz came on just before Boston Legal started.
I am a fan of Spader's Shore. When the alchyhall hit, my random thoughts gathered and formed dreamlike profiles. Shore's current (and past) infatuation, Lorraine, reminds me a woman whose neck and legs, have delighted my innards, and she is also in the law business. I don't speak gibberish when around her but I so dig her being a blue-collar football-loving appropriately-cussing babe.
Shore's boss, Shirley, continues to evoke comparisons with a beloved friend who likes to control her environment. And similarly, she's in a relationship where she's "allowing" herself to be swayed by "allowing" him to be there. Regardless, there's a glow and the incandescence is growing. Cheers!
Certainly, the alcohol was flowing as I thought about how I was a bitch to someone recently. Just Friday night, I made a comment into space and she claimed that she wasn't a culprit. I rolled my eyes and said "I wasn't talking to you...the world doesn't revolve around you...it ain't all about you." I wondered if I should apologize.
As I write this, my feeling is: she can bite me. The infatuation is gone and I enjoyed it while it lasted. I won't "allow" myself to be warped by her. Otherwise, my private "Shirley" would slap me upside my head.
Movie review:
Infernal Affairs 2: wasn't a bad movie; reminded me a bit of Michael Corleone's consolidation of power
Infernal Affairs 3: should have been called "Madness Descent" and was sort of all over the place.
Kelly Chen is fantastically cute. Sammi Cheng was cuter when she was fuller. The American version sucked.
I am a fan of Spader's Shore. When the alchyhall hit, my random thoughts gathered and formed dreamlike profiles. Shore's current (and past) infatuation, Lorraine, reminds me a woman whose neck and legs, have delighted my innards, and she is also in the law business. I don't speak gibberish when around her but I so dig her being a blue-collar football-loving appropriately-cussing babe.
Shore's boss, Shirley, continues to evoke comparisons with a beloved friend who likes to control her environment. And similarly, she's in a relationship where she's "allowing" herself to be swayed by "allowing" him to be there. Regardless, there's a glow and the incandescence is growing. Cheers!
Certainly, the alcohol was flowing as I thought about how I was a bitch to someone recently. Just Friday night, I made a comment into space and she claimed that she wasn't a culprit. I rolled my eyes and said "I wasn't talking to you...the world doesn't revolve around you...it ain't all about you." I wondered if I should apologize.
As I write this, my feeling is: she can bite me. The infatuation is gone and I enjoyed it while it lasted. I won't "allow" myself to be warped by her. Otherwise, my private "Shirley" would slap me upside my head.
Movie review:
Infernal Affairs 2: wasn't a bad movie; reminded me a bit of Michael Corleone's consolidation of power
Infernal Affairs 3: should have been called "Madness Descent" and was sort of all over the place.
Kelly Chen is fantastically cute. Sammi Cheng was cuter when she was fuller. The American version sucked.
Monday, October 15, 2007
OMG, it's ONJ!
"A place where nobody dared to go, The love that we came to know They call it Xanadu
And now, Open your eyes and see, What we have made is real, We are in Xanadu
A million lights are dancing, And there you are, A shooting star, An everlasting world, And you're here with me, Eternally
Xanadu, your neon lights will shine, For you, Xanadu
The love, The echoes of long ago, You needed the world to know, They are in Xanadu
The dream, That came through a million years, That lived on through all the tears, It came to Xanadu
A million lights are dancing, And there you are, A shooting star, An everlasting world, And you're here with me, Eternally
Xanadu, Xanadu, (now we are here) In Xanadu
Xanadu, Xanadu, (now we are here) In Xanadu
Now that I'm here, Now that you're near in Xanadu
Now that I'm here, Now that you're near in Xanadu
Xanadu..."
Ecstatic nostalgia. In friggin HD too!
Sunday, October 07, 2007
The Force is with Me
TK0816 Reporting for Imperial duty...
What is your purpose here and where is your identification?
Freeze Rebel scum!
It just feels great to have gotten it done in a total of 3 afternoons. Many thanks to my namesake for his attention to detail and taking time from his family to do most of the work on this project. Cheers!
What is your purpose here and where is your identification?
Freeze Rebel scum!
It just feels great to have gotten it done in a total of 3 afternoons. Many thanks to my namesake for his attention to detail and taking time from his family to do most of the work on this project. Cheers!
Sunday, September 30, 2007
Becoming a StormTrooper
May the Force be with my namesake who is helping me to build my StormTrooper outfit.
Here are some pictures of the progress:
I should be a fully functional StormTrooper next Sunday.
Here are some pictures of the progress:
I should be a fully functional StormTrooper next Sunday.
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
Standards
I was told that I was acting very weird this morning. To top it off, "DAMN" was used to emphasize the particular degree of my weirdness. I don't mind these remarks and usually revel in them. However, I'm a bit more than annoyed.
It started with remarks presuming my being hungover today from yet another bout of unrestrained boozing. After the second swat of the allegations, it dawned on me that there exists a mental profile of me being a habitual booze-master. As I do enjoy my drinks with a certain passion, I am far from the daily lush. As it continued, I got the impression that I was being judged by a "I go near the fence but wouldn't dare touch it nor climb over it" person. In other words, a fucking talker and an err-on-the-safe-side person.
Grrrrr....I dislike these hide-behind-conservative-values folks who live vicariously through others' exploits and adventures while covertly wishing they had an ounce of moxie but overtly showing disdain and criticism. The top blew when it was asked "r u ok today? u wanna talk?"
Maybe I'm blowing this out of proportion. Maybe they're concerned. Maybe I am a lush.
Uh...fuck no. I have fun the way I like it. I'll apologize if it hurts anyone or anything. And thinking back on this person, I haven't judged them at all for the stupid shit they've done. Frankly, they should be the last to judge given their current state of flux. Hell, a drink or five would probably help them to see shit better and to express themselves.
Wanker.
It started with remarks presuming my being hungover today from yet another bout of unrestrained boozing. After the second swat of the allegations, it dawned on me that there exists a mental profile of me being a habitual booze-master. As I do enjoy my drinks with a certain passion, I am far from the daily lush. As it continued, I got the impression that I was being judged by a "I go near the fence but wouldn't dare touch it nor climb over it" person. In other words, a fucking talker and an err-on-the-safe-side person.
Grrrrr....I dislike these hide-behind-conservative-values folks who live vicariously through others' exploits and adventures while covertly wishing they had an ounce of moxie but overtly showing disdain and criticism. The top blew when it was asked "r u ok today? u wanna talk?"
Maybe I'm blowing this out of proportion. Maybe they're concerned. Maybe I am a lush.
Uh...fuck no. I have fun the way I like it. I'll apologize if it hurts anyone or anything. And thinking back on this person, I haven't judged them at all for the stupid shit they've done. Frankly, they should be the last to judge given their current state of flux. Hell, a drink or five would probably help them to see shit better and to express themselves.
Wanker.
Thursday, September 06, 2007
Reconstruction
Weeks later, the folks are still trying to get their lives back together.
The city, state and federal government and their silly agencies haven't really helped. My friend's cousin's house (the one with the folks on their roof) got a measly $150 per person in the house. The rest of the money probably went to government cronies.
Tuesday, September 04, 2007
Firing Blanks
That's how I would characterize the bank I work for. Or "All bark and no bite."
I'm now back from a seemingly long vacation which started the second half of August with one day in the office and the next at the U.S. Open. followed by Labor Day weekend.
While I was at the Open, management hired someone to be my new boss, which explains the exile (or banishment) to the 3rd floor. It is now 10:05AM and he's NOT here. Hahahahahahaha......
I was just remarking to co-workers that he wouldn't last 3 months. One said 2 months. It appears that we both may be wrong as it's the 2nd day and I haven't seen him yet.
Also, my former boss appears to be competing with me, as if I didn't have enough competition from the LA office. Such geniuses!
The daily mindfuck is offset by the coming of the football season. Booya!
I'm now back from a seemingly long vacation which started the second half of August with one day in the office and the next at the U.S. Open. followed by Labor Day weekend.
While I was at the Open, management hired someone to be my new boss, which explains the exile (or banishment) to the 3rd floor. It is now 10:05AM and he's NOT here. Hahahahahahaha......
I was just remarking to co-workers that he wouldn't last 3 months. One said 2 months. It appears that we both may be wrong as it's the 2nd day and I haven't seen him yet.
Also, my former boss appears to be competing with me, as if I didn't have enough competition from the LA office. Such geniuses!
The daily mindfuck is offset by the coming of the football season. Booya!
Thursday, August 16, 2007
Pai Gow
My vacation started the moment I left the office today. I thought I would stay in tonight to catch up on television shows on my DVR. Around 10PM, I was utterly bored, so I went out to Chinatown to meet up with my cousin. A few beers later, I was watching a bunch of Chinamen, who got paid today, gather around a table to play Pai Gow. I had nary a clue what was going on but continued to watch.
Holy shit! These folks were flinging around $20s, $50s and $100s. It reminded me of an incident from college during freshmen year. My roommate was taking Sociology 101 and showed me an article that said "It is more natural for a Cantonese to gamble than it is for a baby to drink milk."
DOH!
Holy shit! These folks were flinging around $20s, $50s and $100s. It reminded me of an incident from college during freshmen year. My roommate was taking Sociology 101 and showed me an article that said "It is more natural for a Cantonese to gamble than it is for a baby to drink milk."
DOH!
Wednesday, August 08, 2007
Tornado!!!
Yup, that's right. A tornado touched within 100 yards of my building early this morning. Here are some pictures from my window.
There's no train service so it looks like I'll be working from home.
Saturday, August 04, 2007
Over-protective mom
Yesterday, I had dim-sum lunch with a friend who recently came back from a project in Florida. He told me a wonderfully funny story that I thought I'd share with you.
First, the background stuff for context. I was telling my friend about the difficulties that my 14 year old nephew was experiencing growing up as his mom is so crazy that she follows him everywhere. She walks him to and from school. She'll watch him play handball all day at the park. She's employing a whole bunch of counter-sneaky measures against him. The thing is that he's a good kid.
My friend then says that folks he met in Florida said that moms have an affinity for their sons and dads for their daughters. A neighbor/friend of his host in Florida is very over-protective of her 13 year old son and almost indifferent towards her recently born daughter. She'll come over to the host's place throwing down cocktails while toting the baby. Once, she even left the baby in front of the fake fireplace to go smoke pot upstairs. Not that she doesn't love her daughter, she's crazy about her son.
So crazy that she goes through his stuff, his myspace page and deploys various intelligence-gathering schemes. She once asked her son if he had sex to which he answered no. She pushed on the matter by saying that she could have him tested to find out if he had indeed had sex. A blatant lie by an overzealous and loving mother. At the point, he stammered and said that he's done other things but did not have sex. Again, she pushed for the truth and insisted that there are tests that can prove if he's a virgin or not. That's when he blurted out that he "beats his meat".
The mother wanted to laugh and puke but didn't. When the son walked away, she was gagging.
If my friend reads this, please feel free to correct my recollection of this awesomely funny story.
First, the background stuff for context. I was telling my friend about the difficulties that my 14 year old nephew was experiencing growing up as his mom is so crazy that she follows him everywhere. She walks him to and from school. She'll watch him play handball all day at the park. She's employing a whole bunch of counter-sneaky measures against him. The thing is that he's a good kid.
My friend then says that folks he met in Florida said that moms have an affinity for their sons and dads for their daughters. A neighbor/friend of his host in Florida is very over-protective of her 13 year old son and almost indifferent towards her recently born daughter. She'll come over to the host's place throwing down cocktails while toting the baby. Once, she even left the baby in front of the fake fireplace to go smoke pot upstairs. Not that she doesn't love her daughter, she's crazy about her son.
So crazy that she goes through his stuff, his myspace page and deploys various intelligence-gathering schemes. She once asked her son if he had sex to which he answered no. She pushed on the matter by saying that she could have him tested to find out if he had indeed had sex. A blatant lie by an overzealous and loving mother. At the point, he stammered and said that he's done other things but did not have sex. Again, she pushed for the truth and insisted that there are tests that can prove if he's a virgin or not. That's when he blurted out that he "beats his meat".
The mother wanted to laugh and puke but didn't. When the son walked away, she was gagging.
If my friend reads this, please feel free to correct my recollection of this awesomely funny story.
Wednesday, July 25, 2007
7th Book
I finished the seventh and final book of the Harry Potter series. J.K. Rowlings did a nice job wrapping up lots of loose ends. Only four notable "good" characters die, one in the escape and three during the shoot-out. Spoiler alert: the very last chapter takes place 19 years later.
Monday, July 23, 2007
Yet another step back
After finding a good parking spot two blocks from the subway entrance, I made my way to the station with a small umbrella as the regular large one was already in the office. With music pumping and my heart rate jumping, it was wonderful to soak in the cool humidity. Yes, I do dig this humidity because it's cool. A bit cooler would be nicer.
The R train comes in and there are plenty of seats but I choose to stand as I'm engrossed with the news. As we pull into 59th Street, there's an N train waiting for us. Nice! I make my way across the platform and into the train. As always, I make my way to the middle so as to not block the area by the doors. Plus, there's usually room and, if the air con is on, it's cooler. As I turn to my right, this young man gets up from his seat as it seems he just realized that he needed the R train that I just got off. I stop my advance to let him out.
Immediately, a young Asian (I hate this word as chances are he was Chinese) boy makes for the seat and get seated. Just then this older Mongolian-looking thrusts herself into the seat and with a right hip-check nudges the boy between her and the woman sitting at the end. I didn't think much of it and I made my way to the roomy middle. Mongola (as I shall call the older woman) completes the bum-rush and the kid is forced out of the seat. Damn!
Other folks were shaking their heads but did nothing. I think the woman at the end said something but Mongola didn't respond as she probably didn't speak English. Mongola seemed to possess a combination of "I'm older, respect me", "fight for it and it's yours" and "I don't give a rat's ass". For the next three stops, she held her position at Queen Toad on the lilypad which included leaning against the guy next to her (he fell asleep after shaking his head at her).
What's a witness to do?
The R train comes in and there are plenty of seats but I choose to stand as I'm engrossed with the news. As we pull into 59th Street, there's an N train waiting for us. Nice! I make my way across the platform and into the train. As always, I make my way to the middle so as to not block the area by the doors. Plus, there's usually room and, if the air con is on, it's cooler. As I turn to my right, this young man gets up from his seat as it seems he just realized that he needed the R train that I just got off. I stop my advance to let him out.
Immediately, a young Asian (I hate this word as chances are he was Chinese) boy makes for the seat and get seated. Just then this older Mongolian-looking thrusts herself into the seat and with a right hip-check nudges the boy between her and the woman sitting at the end. I didn't think much of it and I made my way to the roomy middle. Mongola (as I shall call the older woman) completes the bum-rush and the kid is forced out of the seat. Damn!
Other folks were shaking their heads but did nothing. I think the woman at the end said something but Mongola didn't respond as she probably didn't speak English. Mongola seemed to possess a combination of "I'm older, respect me", "fight for it and it's yours" and "I don't give a rat's ass". For the next three stops, she held her position at Queen Toad on the lilypad which included leaning against the guy next to her (he fell asleep after shaking his head at her).
What's a witness to do?
Friday, July 20, 2007
P.S., where credit is due
Armin Van Buuren came to town last Friday. He spun at McCarren Pool Park in Brooklyn and did a fantabulous job. Jennifer Rene, Susanna and Rank 1 were his guest performers. Unlike his set at the Tobacco Warehouse last year, he only spun for 4 hours (6PM - 10PM) this time around. Nevertheless, it great.
Photos were taken by my friend Pimpcess (aspiring future wife of AVB). Thanks!
Credit doesn't deserve credit
It's frightening when the answer to this question "Are people really that stupid?" is an emphatic "Yes!". This is probably the worst week at work in the 4.5 years I've been here. Multiple closings happened almost simultaneously and the folks in Credit are claiming ignorance, wielding their ugly wrenches to stall the closing engines and whining about semantics. I especially laugh at the last part given how poor their English is. (Side note: bad and funny as Ebonics may be, at least it's understandable.)
The general manager is going to have a massive conniption when he gets back on Monday. A part of me is worried that he might fire me because he's a chickenshit punk-ass who believes that we should be safe rather than sorry. Unfortunately, this strategy doesn't really work in today's banking industry as the bank is now sorry for being safe. Furthermore, he's given Credit too much power/oversight to cripple the sales folks from growing the bank.
Six months of not having to work could be fun. Actually, three months as I would need to get a gig by the end of the fifth month.
The general manager is going to have a massive conniption when he gets back on Monday. A part of me is worried that he might fire me because he's a chickenshit punk-ass who believes that we should be safe rather than sorry. Unfortunately, this strategy doesn't really work in today's banking industry as the bank is now sorry for being safe. Furthermore, he's given Credit too much power/oversight to cripple the sales folks from growing the bank.
Six months of not having to work could be fun. Actually, three months as I would need to get a gig by the end of the fifth month.
Thursday, July 12, 2007
Still deluded...
Does our President realize he is a Lame-Ass Duck? For all of his gut-advised-by-God-feelings to lead this great nation of ours, why are we so disliked by the rest of the world and our own citizens are clashing with each other? Surely, he will have a lasting legacy as being among the worst leaders of this country rather than the delusions of grandeur when took over the Oval.
If I called for a revolution, I will surely be monitored by the government for subversive activities despite my guaranteed right to voice my disagreements and grievances of how my government is being run. The near-mockery that is Washington clearly cannot continue as I am sure I am not among the few who seeks drastic evolution of mindset in our leaders.
Frankly, I'm hoping Bloomberg will change his mind, throw $500 million into a campaign and win the 2008 presidency. He's done a pretty good job with New York City. I like his shun-the-lobbyists and his we-need-to-fix-this-mess mentality.
Run Mike Run.
If I called for a revolution, I will surely be monitored by the government for subversive activities despite my guaranteed right to voice my disagreements and grievances of how my government is being run. The near-mockery that is Washington clearly cannot continue as I am sure I am not among the few who seeks drastic evolution of mindset in our leaders.
Frankly, I'm hoping Bloomberg will change his mind, throw $500 million into a campaign and win the 2008 presidency. He's done a pretty good job with New York City. I like his shun-the-lobbyists and his we-need-to-fix-this-mess mentality.
Run Mike Run.
Tuesday, July 10, 2007
Harry Potter
I was invited to a private viewing of the fifth episode of Harry Potter tonight. I brought along my nephew as he grew fond of the books I had given him to read. Like him, I wasn't crazy about the movie but did like the direction it was going. Definitely darker.
The director did a wonderful job with Dolores Umbridge. I hated her so much as it brought back a few uncomfortable memories. I do relate somewhat with Harry's plight and was quite annoyed with his constant whining and selfish acts. I suppose I was the same at that age but I can't quite recall the memories to nullify the current bitching of those bitching days.
It seemed like the children and teens in the audience enjoyed the movie. Hopefully, the next installment will be much better, in my eyes. I am looking forward to receiving the last book a few days after its release. I already read the spoiler which many have disavowed.
I don't recommend reading any reviews of the movie or book as the power of suggestion is much too great and will likely swing your opinion.
Enjoy the movie. And book.
Spoiler: Voldemort kills someone. As if you didn't already know.
The director did a wonderful job with Dolores Umbridge. I hated her so much as it brought back a few uncomfortable memories. I do relate somewhat with Harry's plight and was quite annoyed with his constant whining and selfish acts. I suppose I was the same at that age but I can't quite recall the memories to nullify the current bitching of those bitching days.
It seemed like the children and teens in the audience enjoyed the movie. Hopefully, the next installment will be much better, in my eyes. I am looking forward to receiving the last book a few days after its release. I already read the spoiler which many have disavowed.
I don't recommend reading any reviews of the movie or book as the power of suggestion is much too great and will likely swing your opinion.
Enjoy the movie. And book.
Spoiler: Voldemort kills someone. As if you didn't already know.
Thursday, June 28, 2007
Kudos!
Mika Brzezinski chose NOT to do the story on Paris Hilton which MSNBC's producer had as the lead. She took shit from her colleagues but I'm very proud of her for standing her ground on trying to relay real news. She tried to burn the story but was stopped. Later, she got up and shredded the story.
You go girl!
To see it on YouTube, click here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6VdNcCcweL0
You go girl!
To see it on YouTube, click here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6VdNcCcweL0
Wednesday, June 13, 2007
So tired........
Public Service Notice: Always check to see if your flight is on time or delayed.
My friends and I learned the hard way last night after we got to the airport. Our flight was delayed from a scheduled 1030PM until an actual 200AM. Had we known, we would have gone into San Francisco for additional eats instead of lounging on the gate's uncomfortable seats.
Coffee is not helping and I'm so ready to pass out. Tired enough to not even have dinner and just sleep.................
h3h, I wasn't able to take as many pictures as I would have liked because the batteries died. But I did get some. We'll talk about it when we get together.
For now, I'm out of this friggin office and go home to bed.
My friends and I learned the hard way last night after we got to the airport. Our flight was delayed from a scheduled 1030PM until an actual 200AM. Had we known, we would have gone into San Francisco for additional eats instead of lounging on the gate's uncomfortable seats.
Coffee is not helping and I'm so ready to pass out. Tired enough to not even have dinner and just sleep.................
h3h, I wasn't able to take as many pictures as I would have liked because the batteries died. But I did get some. We'll talk about it when we get together.
For now, I'm out of this friggin office and go home to bed.
Tuesday, May 29, 2007
Prison Envy?
Lindsay Lohan crashes her car at 530AM and an usable amount of what appears to be cocaine is found. She isn't arrested as she is taken to the hospital to treat minor injuries. The authorities will be charging her with DUI with the arraignment date of August 24th. Think she's miffed or even jealous that former BFF Paris is going to joint and getting lots of attention?
Perhaps. Maybe she's just 20, stupid and the blond dye is affecting her neural connections. Then again, I'm older and know better, sometimes.
Perhaps. Maybe she's just 20, stupid and the blond dye is affecting her neural connections. Then again, I'm older and know better, sometimes.
Monday, May 21, 2007
Satan made me do it
Eva Maudlin claims that Satan made her husband, Joshua, put their recently arrived two-month daughter in the microwave for 10 to 20 seconds. For reasons unknown but for the Maudlins, Satan did not like Joshua becoming a preacher. Seems the Horned One felt threatened.
How dare they blame their cowardly problems on a man-made fantasy that is Satan? If I were Satan, I'd probably whisper in God's ear: "Dude, that's fucked up. You gave him Free Will. I don't want him in Hell."
How dare they blame their cowardly problems on a man-made fantasy that is Satan? If I were Satan, I'd probably whisper in God's ear: "Dude, that's fucked up. You gave him Free Will. I don't want him in Hell."
Friday, May 18, 2007
Horrible...
I'm reading "God Is Not Great" right now. The essential premise of the book is that God is man-made. Thus, religion was created in the heady days to conveniently serve those purveyors of the revelations while keeping the masses under control. As such, religion is a psychological poison.
This is so clearly demonstrated in the atrocity known as "honor killing" whereby a 17-year old Kurdish female was beaten, kicked and stoned to death while others (including the police) looked on because some relatives believed she shamed the family. You can read it on cnn.com's main page.
Such brutality based on outdated stupidity is still tolerated. I once read that a woman was ordered gang-raped by the village elders for a supposed shame by her brother. Just fucking gruesome!
Filthy pigs! Yes, it's a double-entendre on those fucks!
This is so clearly demonstrated in the atrocity known as "honor killing" whereby a 17-year old Kurdish female was beaten, kicked and stoned to death while others (including the police) looked on because some relatives believed she shamed the family. You can read it on cnn.com's main page.
Such brutality based on outdated stupidity is still tolerated. I once read that a woman was ordered gang-raped by the village elders for a supposed shame by her brother. Just fucking gruesome!
Filthy pigs! Yes, it's a double-entendre on those fucks!
Thursday, May 17, 2007
The Crazies
Coincidences are just coincidences, not the flicks of some deity's finger.
As I came to highly respect Gene Simmons for his monogamous devotion to the mother of his two children for 23+ years, the season finales of Scrubs and Grey's Anatomy dealt with the the crazies of relationships, marriage and parenthood. Surely, a coincidence.
This leads me to want to believe that if there was a God its greatest feature is humor regardless of the situation's severity.
Crazy huh?
As I came to highly respect Gene Simmons for his monogamous devotion to the mother of his two children for 23+ years, the season finales of Scrubs and Grey's Anatomy dealt with the the crazies of relationships, marriage and parenthood. Surely, a coincidence.
This leads me to want to believe that if there was a God its greatest feature is humor regardless of the situation's severity.
Crazy huh?
Incredulous!
Paris' sentence was halved to 23 days because of good behavior, which was showing up at court on time. GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
One is supposed to be at court on time.
One is supposed to be at court on time.
Tuesday, May 15, 2007
Newsworthy? Like, OMG!
The latest bullshit report from Hollywood is that Paris is emotionally distraught over her being sentenced to 45 days in jail. It seems that a psychiatrist has recommended that the judge be more lenient since Paris cannot fathom the "cruel and unwarranted" punishment of her violating her DUI probation. It's so bad that she cannot take the witness stand in a $10 million defamation lawsuit against her.
*cough*BULLSHIT*cough*
It would be great if Penn & Teller, who have a show on Showtime called "Bullshit!", would devote a show on her blatant stupidity and arrogance to be treated any more special than the regular Jane.
I can understand leniency if she had reported to the alcohol or consultation meeting(s) as required during her probation. But she didn't. Furthermore, she showed up late to her hearing; thus, costing the state time and money as if being fashionably late was a cool thing in court.
I think it's unfair that she will get special treatment in jail by being away from the general population. Unless, she is put in solitary confinement to work on her emotional duress and to put the little hamster between her ears to work. She's probably going to get her ass kicked but life is cruel.
Paris, grow up. Stop being a spoiled brat. Take these knocks as the nothing you bring to society. It's only 45 days.
Arnold, don't pardon her. Save it for someone who really deserves it.
*cough*BULLSHIT*cough*
It would be great if Penn & Teller, who have a show on Showtime called "Bullshit!", would devote a show on her blatant stupidity and arrogance to be treated any more special than the regular Jane.
I can understand leniency if she had reported to the alcohol or consultation meeting(s) as required during her probation. But she didn't. Furthermore, she showed up late to her hearing; thus, costing the state time and money as if being fashionably late was a cool thing in court.
I think it's unfair that she will get special treatment in jail by being away from the general population. Unless, she is put in solitary confinement to work on her emotional duress and to put the little hamster between her ears to work. She's probably going to get her ass kicked but life is cruel.
Paris, grow up. Stop being a spoiled brat. Take these knocks as the nothing you bring to society. It's only 45 days.
Arnold, don't pardon her. Save it for someone who really deserves it.
Tuesday, May 08, 2007
On the way home...
Two young ladies were talking behind before they gradually passed me and I turned right into my building....
Girl 1: Yeah
Girl 2: Yeah, *giggles*
Girl 1: Okay
Girl 2: You know it gets better
Girl 1: Yeah?
(they're walking besides me now)
Girl 2 (short blond): Yeah, it gets interesting
Girl 1 (tall blond): How so?
Girl 2: *giggles*, he took my bra off with my shirt on while we were watching the movie
Girl 1: Really? In the theater?
Girl 2: Yeah. *giggles*
Girl 1: Sounds like you had fun.
Girl 2's date has skills.
Girl 1: Yeah
Girl 2: Yeah, *giggles*
Girl 1: Okay
Girl 2: You know it gets better
Girl 1: Yeah?
(they're walking besides me now)
Girl 2 (short blond): Yeah, it gets interesting
Girl 1 (tall blond): How so?
Girl 2: *giggles*, he took my bra off with my shirt on while we were watching the movie
Girl 1: Really? In the theater?
Girl 2: Yeah. *giggles*
Girl 1: Sounds like you had fun.
Girl 2's date has skills.
Sunday, May 06, 2007
Batting .500
My car is due for maintenance, especially the suspension, as it's been riding a bit rough and I've been uneasy. So I ordered the shocks and 2 tires last weekend and the presumption that my mechanic would be able to work on them during the week and next. But he has a 735i sitting in his driveway that's waiting a special part from Germany, which hasn't arrived as of this morning.
So I went to his place to get the 2 tires and then off to the guy who referred me to him to swap out the front tires and place the others on the rear and the spare. Turns out the two I'm changing were near toast. DOH! Now I have to order another 2 tires and go back to the guy. However, the ride home felt really nice and I'm regaining the confidence of my tank.
I needed to do laundry this weekend. I left the office early on Friday and was going to get it done that night but the DVR was threatening to delete recorded programs soon. I figured I had a few more days of backup and pushed it to Saturday.
Saturday came and went just like that! Poof! So I decided that I would wake up early Sunday, do laundry and then head to my mechanic's place.
HA! I was watching the Latin Divas of Comedy until 3AM. Here are some choice lines from the show:
1. When a woman is over 30, dating is really interviewing
2. Women should understand that men cannot be changed; men like to be petted and cuddled because they're babies
3. The stocky diva said losing 10 pounds means taking a really good shit
4. Mami, papi, I'm a lesbian, pass the salt
5. Ay, his body hair was so thick that when he took his shirt off, it was like velcro
Laundry is done but I haven't put them away yet. They're folded however. I'm listening to Tiesto's "In The Dark". Nice rock/trance tune. The singer has an Alyson Moyet-like voice but her name is Christian Burns. I'm going to buy the CD from Amazon.
So I went to his place to get the 2 tires and then off to the guy who referred me to him to swap out the front tires and place the others on the rear and the spare. Turns out the two I'm changing were near toast. DOH! Now I have to order another 2 tires and go back to the guy. However, the ride home felt really nice and I'm regaining the confidence of my tank.
I needed to do laundry this weekend. I left the office early on Friday and was going to get it done that night but the DVR was threatening to delete recorded programs soon. I figured I had a few more days of backup and pushed it to Saturday.
Saturday came and went just like that! Poof! So I decided that I would wake up early Sunday, do laundry and then head to my mechanic's place.
HA! I was watching the Latin Divas of Comedy until 3AM. Here are some choice lines from the show:
1. When a woman is over 30, dating is really interviewing
2. Women should understand that men cannot be changed; men like to be petted and cuddled because they're babies
3. The stocky diva said losing 10 pounds means taking a really good shit
4. Mami, papi, I'm a lesbian, pass the salt
5. Ay, his body hair was so thick that when he took his shirt off, it was like velcro
Laundry is done but I haven't put them away yet. They're folded however. I'm listening to Tiesto's "In The Dark". Nice rock/trance tune. The singer has an Alyson Moyet-like voice but her name is Christian Burns. I'm going to buy the CD from Amazon.
Friday, April 20, 2007
Neato!
My friend gave me the link to her blog here and I'm blown away by it. It's wonderful to get a glimpse inside her head even though I've nary a clue about some of the subplots. Thanks h3h!
Tuesday, April 17, 2007
Holy Bananas!
First, we should mourn those unfortunates who were killed on the Virginia Tech campus yesterday.
Second, we need to alleviate grief and to soothe simmering anger, especially that which will be directed at the "Asian" folks.
Inevitably, there will be a big racial backlash from this tragic event. It should be clear that the shooter was a South Korean resident alien majoring in English at the school. He was probably depressed and homesick. I hope folks won't start looking at "Asians" with a particular opinion as it won't bode well for harmonic relations.
I'm betting that there's a high possibility that the killings weren't racially motivated. As such, people need to realize that each race has their bad apples who don't represent the population. Having said that, I hope everyone can chill and collect their thoughts.
Second, we need to alleviate grief and to soothe simmering anger, especially that which will be directed at the "Asian" folks.
Inevitably, there will be a big racial backlash from this tragic event. It should be clear that the shooter was a South Korean resident alien majoring in English at the school. He was probably depressed and homesick. I hope folks won't start looking at "Asians" with a particular opinion as it won't bode well for harmonic relations.
I'm betting that there's a high possibility that the killings weren't racially motivated. As such, people need to realize that each race has their bad apples who don't represent the population. Having said that, I hope everyone can chill and collect their thoughts.
Friday, March 16, 2007
Aging
I sense and feel a need to get at least three hours of sleep once I get home tonight as I'm sure I can't hack the party til dawn anymore. I was quite exhausted when I saw Above & Beyond last fall sans the chemical support.
I would certainly like to see Armin until he wraps up in the morning. Hopefully, Mother Nature will be kind and dump more than a forecasted 6 inches of powder. It would an awesome scene as I trek home in the morning.
I would certainly like to see Armin until he wraps up in the morning. Hopefully, Mother Nature will be kind and dump more than a forecasted 6 inches of powder. It would an awesome scene as I trek home in the morning.
Three Must-Sees
1. Can't Buy Me Love
2. Powder
3. The American President
If it's on, it getting watched until the credits come on. No. 3 was on the other night.
2. Powder
3. The American President
If it's on, it getting watched until the credits come on. No. 3 was on the other night.
Wednesday, February 07, 2007
Just enough.
I think it's time to stop paying the mental tax at the prison-bank. Last October, the controller asked me to find and close $25 million so that the prison hits budget for the first time in three years. I struck the final deal on December 22nd and set in motion to close on December 29th. The genius that is the warden asks the controller to ask me to delay the close until the 2nd or 3rd of the year.
But why? Why not be above budget? Cuz they wanted to start 2007 with a bump. Okay, I push the close to the 3rd.
Guess what happened?
On the last business day of the year, a bunch of repayments come in after 3PM. I left the office at 245PM and return 830AM on the 2nd to find out that the portfolio started 2007 at $1.8 million below budget.
Fucking warden shoots himself and everyone in the foot with that genius move.
January was a rough month as I stopped smoking. Yes, I stopped but haven't quit as I know I will smoke a few here and there before I die. The prison job really tempted me to run out and buy packs of smokes just to deal with their stupidity. Now the warden is feeling the heat and making demands to meet half of 2007's budget by May.
Of course, there's no incentive other than the threat of being fired. Even that threat is toothless as I know they need me given the relationships I've built up over the years and my steady production. I keep telling myself that it's cushy as long as I continue to deliver. Just enough.
Just enough.
To get the warden and his mistress fired.
Just enough.
But why? Why not be above budget? Cuz they wanted to start 2007 with a bump. Okay, I push the close to the 3rd.
Guess what happened?
On the last business day of the year, a bunch of repayments come in after 3PM. I left the office at 245PM and return 830AM on the 2nd to find out that the portfolio started 2007 at $1.8 million below budget.
Fucking warden shoots himself and everyone in the foot with that genius move.
January was a rough month as I stopped smoking. Yes, I stopped but haven't quit as I know I will smoke a few here and there before I die. The prison job really tempted me to run out and buy packs of smokes just to deal with their stupidity. Now the warden is feeling the heat and making demands to meet half of 2007's budget by May.
Of course, there's no incentive other than the threat of being fired. Even that threat is toothless as I know they need me given the relationships I've built up over the years and my steady production. I keep telling myself that it's cushy as long as I continue to deliver. Just enough.
Just enough.
To get the warden and his mistress fired.
Just enough.
Wednesday, January 03, 2007
Out Goes One, Another Comes In
It's been 36 hours and I'm holding up fine, especially compared to last year. I'm quite sure I'm ready this time around. Already the skin tone change is noticeable, especially in the hands. Almost as if it were self-moisturizing.
During the break, I got hooked on the show "Beauty and the Geek". I just caught a preview of some of the contestants on tonight's season premiere. It doesn't look as good as the previous season's but I'm still going to watch.
Change is suppose to be good.....
During the break, I got hooked on the show "Beauty and the Geek". I just caught a preview of some of the contestants on tonight's season premiere. It doesn't look as good as the previous season's but I'm still going to watch.
Change is suppose to be good.....
Sunday, October 08, 2006
Drew BLEW!
I don't know what Bill Parcels sees in this dolt called Drew Bledsoe. The SOB is a football idiot. If anyone saw the game, the Cowboys got lucky with a pass interference call that gave them 1st and Goal with 37 seconds left. On first down, he missed T.O. on the inside slant. On second down, the dumb fuck throws it to an Eagle who races 102 yards for a touchdown. Twice he underthrows T.O. which turned the ball over. The second one would have been a TD if the fuck had tossed it a little harder and into the corner.
Okay, there's got to be some mitigation. Dallas corners got burned a few times and the offensive line did not protect the dumb fuck. Still, the opportunities were wasted when Lady Luck took some pity on DumbFuck Drew.
Drew, if you ever read this (highly unlikely), you suck. Yes, I can't do what you do but you get paid the big fucking bucks and you fucked up. Yeah, I'm a very sore Cowboys fan. Maybe you might talk to Hall of Fame QB Troy Aikman who didn't have the mobility in the pocket and ask for some pointers.
Grrrrrr....
Still, it was a thrilling game.
Okay, there's got to be some mitigation. Dallas corners got burned a few times and the offensive line did not protect the dumb fuck. Still, the opportunities were wasted when Lady Luck took some pity on DumbFuck Drew.
Drew, if you ever read this (highly unlikely), you suck. Yes, I can't do what you do but you get paid the big fucking bucks and you fucked up. Yeah, I'm a very sore Cowboys fan. Maybe you might talk to Hall of Fame QB Troy Aikman who didn't have the mobility in the pocket and ask for some pointers.
Grrrrrr....
Still, it was a thrilling game.
Monday, July 24, 2006
31 Days
On 17 February, I was stupid and slightly egged on by my cousin. I punched the accelerator and shot up to 100mph for only two seconds when, around the turn, I saw Fuzzy. Knowing I was busted, I pulled over and got my ticket. Luckily, I had seen enough of those police chase to know better and cooperated. The officer was kind enough to not lock me up for the weekend.
On 23 June, I pled guilty to the charge to which I was fined and had my license suspended for 31 days. Today, I went to DMV to settle the matter. Though they didn't take my license, I am not allowed to drive until 26 August. That's okay with me since I'll be coming back from my Mexican vacation that night.
The lessons learned here are: (1) there's no need to speed; (2) always cooperate and (3) it's gonna cost you over the medium term. Besides, noone can outrun a bullet or the transmission from the police's radio.
Drive safely y'all!
On 23 June, I pled guilty to the charge to which I was fined and had my license suspended for 31 days. Today, I went to DMV to settle the matter. Though they didn't take my license, I am not allowed to drive until 26 August. That's okay with me since I'll be coming back from my Mexican vacation that night.
The lessons learned here are: (1) there's no need to speed; (2) always cooperate and (3) it's gonna cost you over the medium term. Besides, noone can outrun a bullet or the transmission from the police's radio.
Drive safely y'all!
Wednesday, June 21, 2006
Into the Looking Glass
Oh My God! High Definition television is amazing! Last night, I enjoyed my first sporting event in full as the Miami Heat beat the Dallas Mavericks for its first franchise championship. My friend, PastryDad, is probably right that HDTV was made for football. Can't wait.
In the meantime, I'll just blind myself playing Dynasty Warriors on the PS2 connected via component cables. Additionally, I may watch my entire DVD collection again. Note: there is a noticeable distinction between S-video and MONSTER component.
If the price is right, go for your own plasma. Also, I recommend picking up a Terk HDTVa antenna if you live within 20 miles of the broadcast tower. There is no need to pay monthly fees of $60 or more when a $40 antenna will get you over-the-air HD signals. I can understand when the damn cable companies transmit everything in HD.
For now, WOW!
In the meantime, I'll just blind myself playing Dynasty Warriors on the PS2 connected via component cables. Additionally, I may watch my entire DVD collection again. Note: there is a noticeable distinction between S-video and MONSTER component.
If the price is right, go for your own plasma. Also, I recommend picking up a Terk HDTVa antenna if you live within 20 miles of the broadcast tower. There is no need to pay monthly fees of $60 or more when a $40 antenna will get you over-the-air HD signals. I can understand when the damn cable companies transmit everything in HD.
For now, WOW!
Friday, June 16, 2006
Oxy- and Regular Morons
The bank I work for is falling apart and management is still reluctant to acknowledge the fat lady is warming her throat. Their strategy is to avoid risk as opposed to managing it. It is understandable that the banking environment in Asia is quite different from ours but the bigwigs presume that the U.S. should follow their model. Psssh......unleash 1.3 billion people to capitalist forces and lenders can demand whatever collateral and conditions they want. But not here!
Nevertheless, they have big eyes for the U.S. operations because of how well China is performing as the RMB keeps a-rolling. And cuz they're kind of a big schizz-nizz yonder. But not here!
The GM, who I once respected, is no more than a punk who is so scared of HK that he doesn't have any balls to do anything other than bust chops. I figure his strategy is to push as many people in front of the bus before it's his turn. He talks all beaucoup shit about how the boat is sinking but he won't give us the tools to plug the holes. Frankly, it's like he hands out plastic knifes or wooden chopsticks and sends us off to a gunfight with our competitors. He is afraid to make simple business decisions and defers to HK, which requires a near full-blown write-up.
HK takes it sweet-ass time and asks ten thousand inane questions which then makes us look like fools, half-baked and impotent. I worry that my association with the bank is hindering my jobhunt because the word is out that the bank is a tease, a pump-faker, a charlatan or a MORON.
So I am a moron.
Nevertheless, they have big eyes for the U.S. operations because of how well China is performing as the RMB keeps a-rolling. And cuz they're kind of a big schizz-nizz yonder. But not here!
The GM, who I once respected, is no more than a punk who is so scared of HK that he doesn't have any balls to do anything other than bust chops. I figure his strategy is to push as many people in front of the bus before it's his turn. He talks all beaucoup shit about how the boat is sinking but he won't give us the tools to plug the holes. Frankly, it's like he hands out plastic knifes or wooden chopsticks and sends us off to a gunfight with our competitors. He is afraid to make simple business decisions and defers to HK, which requires a near full-blown write-up.
HK takes it sweet-ass time and asks ten thousand inane questions which then makes us look like fools, half-baked and impotent. I worry that my association with the bank is hindering my jobhunt because the word is out that the bank is a tease, a pump-faker, a charlatan or a MORON.
So I am a moron.
Wednesday, May 24, 2006
Shot in the Foot
Anyone can imagine the throngs of people trying to get to work each morning whether by train, bus or car. It's packed and some nerves are frayed. I was late this morning waking up and I wait patiently to get on the train because there's soothing music playing on my iPod. As the local train I was on approached the station, the express train came rumbling in as well.
A woman, perhaps in her late 50s or early 60s, dragged her, presumably, granddaughter out of the local train and rushed to the doors of the incoming express. When the doors opened, she forcefully tried to get into the train pass other waiting commuters and exiting passengers. When told by the person she pushed aside to take it easy, she smiled and kept pushing her way through.
I took some angry stares because I fall into the Asian category and the elderly woman was Chinese. For all the progress Chinese and other Asians have made in terms of social progress in America, such actions like this woman's reverse strides as they add or reinforce questionable stereotypes. To exacerbate the situation, she, without malicious intent though unkindly, pushed aside other folks to grab a seat vacated at the next stop. Again, angry stares were thrown my way.
These experiences and actions surely undermine the awareness of the collective Asian contribution to America and the world. Yet, I can also understand why they behave this way as Confucius once said to respect the elders. But didn't he also say or imply that patience is a virtue?
A woman, perhaps in her late 50s or early 60s, dragged her, presumably, granddaughter out of the local train and rushed to the doors of the incoming express. When the doors opened, she forcefully tried to get into the train pass other waiting commuters and exiting passengers. When told by the person she pushed aside to take it easy, she smiled and kept pushing her way through.
I took some angry stares because I fall into the Asian category and the elderly woman was Chinese. For all the progress Chinese and other Asians have made in terms of social progress in America, such actions like this woman's reverse strides as they add or reinforce questionable stereotypes. To exacerbate the situation, she, without malicious intent though unkindly, pushed aside other folks to grab a seat vacated at the next stop. Again, angry stares were thrown my way.
These experiences and actions surely undermine the awareness of the collective Asian contribution to America and the world. Yet, I can also understand why they behave this way as Confucius once said to respect the elders. But didn't he also say or imply that patience is a virtue?
Wednesday, May 17, 2006
Poor Paul
Maybe it's because I'm not famous nor notorious and I don't want to be either, I find it somewhat difficult for Heather Mills and Paul McCartney to blame their marriage woes and subsequent separation on the constant media intrusion.
Couldn't Paul, with a reported $1.4 billion net worth, secure his own privacy with his wife and 2-year old child? Maybe Bill Gates does it better because his personal fortune is thirty-five times larger.
Nevertheless, it was reporters X, Y and Z that caused a rift in their marriage. The persistent chase and pursuit for the candid and possibly sordid photos of the couple disrupted essential communication between husband and wife. The machine gun flash bulb firings blinded two lovers into an incapacity to see and work through differences.
Maybe I should release a public statement blaming the lack of media attention to my separation two and a half years ago. It's interesting that I should read this article today as last night's Boston Legal had a case of a celebrity fighting back against paparazzi. In fact, the actress shot the photographer.
What will Paul do now? I'm sure the groupies are ready to soothe his soul with wanton and unabashed sex should he decide to give it a go as the local Fairmont Hotel.
Poor Paul
Couldn't Paul, with a reported $1.4 billion net worth, secure his own privacy with his wife and 2-year old child? Maybe Bill Gates does it better because his personal fortune is thirty-five times larger.
Nevertheless, it was reporters X, Y and Z that caused a rift in their marriage. The persistent chase and pursuit for the candid and possibly sordid photos of the couple disrupted essential communication between husband and wife. The machine gun flash bulb firings blinded two lovers into an incapacity to see and work through differences.
Maybe I should release a public statement blaming the lack of media attention to my separation two and a half years ago. It's interesting that I should read this article today as last night's Boston Legal had a case of a celebrity fighting back against paparazzi. In fact, the actress shot the photographer.
What will Paul do now? I'm sure the groupies are ready to soothe his soul with wanton and unabashed sex should he decide to give it a go as the local Fairmont Hotel.
Poor Paul
Tuesday, May 09, 2006
Befuddled
A woman in my department is way too funny.
Yesterday, I asked what she'd do if she won the lottery. She said that she would work hard to find a better return for her money. I clarified and asked what she'd do if she had $500,000 pre-tax a year as a result of the lottery, a sort of perpetual don't-need-to-do-anything salary. She said that she would research mutual, stock and bond funds to make at least 10% on the money because that paltry 5% on $10 million principal in the bank is too low for her. I asked her why wouldn't she just enjoy the free time with her kids (2 and 1 years old) and oversee their development. She said that she wouldn't be a positive role model if she didn't work because her kids would ask why other families are different because their mother didn't work. She added that having fun all the time would be boring and that she'd be tired from traveling so she'd need to work. Then she brought up something about playing video games, being with friends and doing nothing as a remedy to boredom from having too much and that the richest people in the world continue getting richer because they keep going.
HUH? If someone understands her message, please explain it to me.
This morning, another co-worker was rubbing his eyes because his allergies were kicking and I asked if he was okay. When I told him that I didn't have allergies, he jokingly cursed me to have multiple allergies in a few years. Ms. I-Need-To-Work-To-Be-A-Positive-Role-Model, who sits behind Mr. Allergies and diagonally from me, chimes in that allergies are genetic. I said "probably" but it doesn't explain how a woman I know has a billion allergies and yet there is no history of allergies in her family. Ms. Bored-From-Having-Too-Much-Fun replied that it explains how the others don't allergies and that she can be ignored. I asked her if the majority appeared correct, should the minority be ignored or discarded? She said "of course, only the majority matters". I asked if that means she discriminates against the minority. She says that the tiny percentage doesn't matter because only the majority does.
I've suspected this woman was quite an "in-the-box" person but not to this extent. Whoa....
Here's a conversation I had with her back in December 2005:
Her: Have a bun, Xxx bought them
Me: No, thanks
Her: They're delicious
Me: I know. I'd take a bite and have to throw the rest away
Her: Throw it away? Don't waste it, give to someone else
Me: Who'd take it?
Her: Then give it to someone else
Me: Okay, I'll take a bun, take a bite and give to someone else
Her: Yes, you should do that
Me: I'll give it to you
Her: Me? NO! I don't want your bun
Me: Why not?
Her: Because you took a bite out of it
Me: But you told me to give away my half-eaten bun
Her: Yes, but not to me
Me: Aren't you someone else?
Her: Give it to your friend or a....dog
Me: I don't have a dog
Her: You can get a dog
Me: Hmmm, get a dog? I suppose I could get a dog just to have the rest of the bun
Her: Yes, you can do that
Me: I'm not sure if the dog would like this bun though
Her: Dogs eat anything
Me: You sure?
Her: Yes
Me: Do you have a dog?
Her: No
Me: Have you ever had a dog?
Her: No
Me: How do you know a dog would like this bun?
Her: I don't know.....don't give it to the dog then, give to someone else
Me: Okay, I'll give it to you
Her: I don't want your half-eaten bun
Me: Why not?
Her: I have my own bun
Me: Don't you want another one?
Her: No, give it to someone else
Me: You said that they're delicious
Her: They are, I could a whole bunch of them
Me: How about half of one?
Her: No
Me: I couldn't possibly finish one
Her: Then throw it away
I'm going to have a bun, only one bite. Who wants the rest?
Yesterday, I asked what she'd do if she won the lottery. She said that she would work hard to find a better return for her money. I clarified and asked what she'd do if she had $500,000 pre-tax a year as a result of the lottery, a sort of perpetual don't-need-to-do-anything salary. She said that she would research mutual, stock and bond funds to make at least 10% on the money because that paltry 5% on $10 million principal in the bank is too low for her. I asked her why wouldn't she just enjoy the free time with her kids (2 and 1 years old) and oversee their development. She said that she wouldn't be a positive role model if she didn't work because her kids would ask why other families are different because their mother didn't work. She added that having fun all the time would be boring and that she'd be tired from traveling so she'd need to work. Then she brought up something about playing video games, being with friends and doing nothing as a remedy to boredom from having too much and that the richest people in the world continue getting richer because they keep going.
HUH? If someone understands her message, please explain it to me.
This morning, another co-worker was rubbing his eyes because his allergies were kicking and I asked if he was okay. When I told him that I didn't have allergies, he jokingly cursed me to have multiple allergies in a few years. Ms. I-Need-To-Work-To-Be-A-Positive-Role-Model, who sits behind Mr. Allergies and diagonally from me, chimes in that allergies are genetic. I said "probably" but it doesn't explain how a woman I know has a billion allergies and yet there is no history of allergies in her family. Ms. Bored-From-Having-Too-Much-Fun replied that it explains how the others don't allergies and that she can be ignored. I asked her if the majority appeared correct, should the minority be ignored or discarded? She said "of course, only the majority matters". I asked if that means she discriminates against the minority. She says that the tiny percentage doesn't matter because only the majority does.
I've suspected this woman was quite an "in-the-box" person but not to this extent. Whoa....
Here's a conversation I had with her back in December 2005:
Her: Have a bun, Xxx bought them
Me: No, thanks
Her: They're delicious
Me: I know. I'd take a bite and have to throw the rest away
Her: Throw it away? Don't waste it, give to someone else
Me: Who'd take it?
Her: Then give it to someone else
Me: Okay, I'll take a bun, take a bite and give to someone else
Her: Yes, you should do that
Me: I'll give it to you
Her: Me? NO! I don't want your bun
Me: Why not?
Her: Because you took a bite out of it
Me: But you told me to give away my half-eaten bun
Her: Yes, but not to me
Me: Aren't you someone else?
Her: Give it to your friend or a....dog
Me: I don't have a dog
Her: You can get a dog
Me: Hmmm, get a dog? I suppose I could get a dog just to have the rest of the bun
Her: Yes, you can do that
Me: I'm not sure if the dog would like this bun though
Her: Dogs eat anything
Me: You sure?
Her: Yes
Me: Do you have a dog?
Her: No
Me: Have you ever had a dog?
Her: No
Me: How do you know a dog would like this bun?
Her: I don't know.....don't give it to the dog then, give to someone else
Me: Okay, I'll give it to you
Her: I don't want your half-eaten bun
Me: Why not?
Her: I have my own bun
Me: Don't you want another one?
Her: No, give it to someone else
Me: You said that they're delicious
Her: They are, I could a whole bunch of them
Me: How about half of one?
Her: No
Me: I couldn't possibly finish one
Her: Then throw it away
I'm going to have a bun, only one bite. Who wants the rest?
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