Quentin reviews movie

"I know how good the movie is. I don't need you to tell me how good the movie is. Marcy makes [crap]."

I saw March of the Penguins. It was good and I was indeed surprised that a nature dcoumentary "with flair" made it and stayed in the theater. Good for them! If you want to watch a movie about penguins ... watch this. It is entertaining, but it's a documentary so there isn't the voice over with comical voices -- thank goodness!

12 Steps, 12 days ... maybe it can be done

Yes, but not quite yet. I have a few other things yet to do.

only few more pages to go

" You remember when you told me to tell you when you've finally lost it? Well, you have. Your reality check has arrived."

Well, since my ticket has been punched ...
close

Saddam Hussein's last words ...

"No matter how this turns out, I still want my old job back!"

Saddam; rope; inner-lobby execution room
check my answer, yep I won Clue

The brief video I saw was (FileCabi dot net), well, unrealistic. For one, Saddam was well dressed, surrounded by who appeared to be white guys (hands), had a cloth wrapped around his neck prior to hanging. The only thing I can write, is that if he is indeed dead ...
the world is just a little bit safer.

Happy New Year

photo courtesy of BangDoll@flickr photos

My "maybe" interview

I had an interview here today. I'll find out whether it meant anything. They were all nice enough. It seemed to go okay.

One Christmas

As well as the link to the family blog, I must add my commentary above and beyond all that.

I have absolutely money. I, little drummer boy, have no gift to bring, so I fell back on what parcel of anything I can do -- art and writing. I made cards this year, using stencil printouts, box-knife cutting, biblical research and authoring unique wishes and love to my family. In the end, I always find fault in my work -- skeptical and critical of even me. I look at the cards -- 2nd grade, I see and think to myself. They are a little better than than perhaps, maybe second semester 2nd grade.

My letters of intent, interest and my resume's have brought nothing but dispair to me. Christmas Eve I spent nearly high from art fumes and I haven't had time and made time for friends on this short "break time" for most on this important part of the year.

God knows I'm sad and I've little laughter in a week. Christmas for me is about giving -- surrendering what I cannot give, the joy others get strengthens me for months. Now, I have nothing. I have given what I can, knowing that I won't suddenly feel like magic. I'm an actor anymore -- feigning happiness and joy. I do thank God for friends, family and what I do have, but can't help being angry about what basic things I need and want -- a job and the money and responsibilty that comes with it.

While writing this, a little spot of niceity -- Christmas 2006 at MR's. I wasn't there, but Dave pasted me in anyway. I am in dispair, with happy thoughts that my Mom isn't in hospital now as she had spent months there this year and that Father is not battling cancer yet again.

I can think of only one worse Christmas and that was in Wisconsin -- lost, helpless, hopeless, friendless, (though I had a job), in a place as cold as Greenland.

I'm having trouble using the word, "like" anymore for there is little to attribute to it.

May you have a great Christmas and New Year!

without a driver

My sister called last night. She was at her in-laws and there was a computer problem. The DSL, which worked just 3 days ago, didn't work. I was on speakerphone and talked about the issues. They then mentioned the sound also died. That, I knew was linked. The drivers were the issue. When they opened the device manager -- it listed nothing. The in-laws had no system discs. Yep ... hosed. One of their sons, I think Mike, was going to get his XP disc and try to get it to recover XP. I mentioned also that there was likely a bug on the systemt that they needed to kill with any number of virus protection softwares.

I know not how it is now.

Down to three options

It has been months since I have had work. I have applied everywhere. I have been promised calls, even if they were, "no, thanks", I'd want it.

I haven't signed any papers, but I saw that I essentially had three choices:
death,
military,
teaching abroad.

I didn't really want death, have no interest in committing to four years to go abroad and kill people, so I am down to teaching students abroad. Sadly, Canadians speak English, so I wouldn't be moving there or to England. If accepted, I would be in Korea.

This is where I wonder what God's plan for me is. Surely, I would have had one place call to express interest, other than sales jobs. With the bleakness of my situation, I wondered if I could sell insurance, or financial advice, but I can't. In doing figures for an insurance job, I am of a negative value ... no assets and quite a bit of liability. In order to sell, you have to have prospects (potential buyers) and I don't have those.

If I do not get a job offer soon, I will have to take this opportunity. It pays enough that I can pay my bills and secure away a little. The company would provide a furnished apartment.

"Tell me spirit. Are these the things that will be, or might be only."

They found me!

You know ... I just thought the lighting was off a bit in the photo, but I think it might be me.

Because ...

I used some fixative to help with a project and it seems to be getting stronger as it "disipates". Man, is my head thumpin'! I didn't want to spend Christmas Eve high, but I guess I created that! Windows open and my head isn't clear.

While others dream

firefighter
Originally uploaded by MDH, II.

A volunteer firefighter heads toward a local fire. May Christmas bring you no work, save time with your family.

American Christmas

Troops across the globe, Royal Guardsmen playing "Snoopy's Christmas", I can write and say Christ, Jesus and Christmas. I don't have to wish "happy (distasteful) holidays" nor chat death to [insert country here].

May Christmas be as you want, may Christmas be in your heart. If people wish to forego Christmas, that is their right. God bless America and Christ save us all!

Have blessed and very merry Christmas, in whatever way you choose.

Don't get mad, get even

For what it's worth, I sent my story to a couple of media sources. I hope that they try themselves to identify the problem.

I gave them days to answer -- they didn't, here's my story

I got two emails that passed through my spamfilter and into my mailbox because of the name: letters@route.monster.com. This concerned me for a great number of reasons.

I didn't like the email, as it was clearly generic and lacking any compnay names, as well as null@null.null for undisclosed recipients. I would have let it pass, but I paused and thought about the two and only two possibilities here. Either monster sold my email address or monster has been successfully routed (ha ha) and hacked. I posed this situation to tech support at Monster via chat. As per the request, I forwarded the email to Monster. Monster wrote that they would get back to me.

Hey! This is a simple binary answer. Either you have been routed/hacked or you sold my email. It should take you two or fewer minutes to answer. After a few days of no response, I submit to any and all readers:

DO NOT TRUST MONSTER.COM. They have an issue, either intentional or by limitations. Monster never returned my responses on this issue, so I can fully write that they are not going to address the issue.

I believe this will end my use of Monster.com and I would advise anyone using it to be aware of these two distinct possibilities: hacking or selling of emails. Neither is good and Monster apparently doesn't want to commit to one or the other.

Oh Christmas tree, oh Christmas tree

How lovely are your branches!
Presents at the base and love throughout. Merry Christmas to all!

More cards

Many holiday greetings

Many years, many cards.

Selling the intangible

I got a question on Tuesday about a job. "Can you sell something that's intangible?" I can and did. I sold students on the value of education. I sold education. It is, perhaps, the third most intangible concept to sell. The second would be morals and ethics. The most intangible would be spirituality.

Spirituality, soul conception, is completely and wholly (not holy) intangible. When someone dies, according to many, the soul leaves and enters the afterlife or afterdeath. This is completely unprovable. It is faith and faith alone that sells this concept.

Morals and ethics can be proven to be helpful and worthy in life experiences. Cheating someone only to find s/he is then in the position to do the same to do, can show honesty is better and always is. In the end, immoral acts always have a price and amoral behavior leads to little gain, overall.

Education, while not 100% accurate, generally leads people to greater choices, not necessarily greater happiness or fortune. It is certain that few un- or undereducated persons with little or no dedication ever did anything or met with success. Education, therefore is a ticket to a cinema of shows or "lives" as it were. You go to the cinema and see a show, but don't like it, you can see another; or so it is in life with an education you get to choice other vocations. Without education, your choices are limited.

I have sold the intangible.

Rex Elrond Anderson

Hugo Weaving; Elf King, Agent Smith, and Rex the sheephearding dog. I watched Babe the other night and noticed that Hugo was Rex, for the voice sounded like his.

Babe, why do you do it? Why do you go on and on? I smell of it, if there is such a thing. +
He "stays here for you!" ++

paraphrased from
+ Matrix
++ Return of the King

Pulp Fiction on 34th Street

Vincent and Jules are in with Marvin in the car ...

Are you a licenced Psychologist?
What? How dare you?
I have a great deal of respect for Psychiatry and you sir (are a disgrace).
How dare ...
I thought your job here was to give intelligence tests to employees. What right do you have to put ideas in [that boy's] head?
Get out!
Just a minute.
Are you going to leave?
Yes. You won't listen to reason and there's no good in you.
Are you going to leave?
I'll leave, but you've forced me to to something. [popped doc on the head with cane]

Miracle on Pulp Fiction Street

Santa tells Susan that there's a special country, "Imagination".

Imagination?
What? (actually she asks, "What's that?")
Do they speak English in Imagination?
What?
Christmas! Do you know it?
Yes.
Then describe Christmas to me!
It's in Decemeber.
Go on.
It's about Jesus.

Letdown

Calls I was supposed to get today about jobs: 2
Calls I received: 0

Oh, boy! Weekend wait, no job, no money, Christmas on it's way. I'm left with the question, "why" . It being Christmas, I'll cancel my obligatory cursing and profanity here.

Christmas tree for 2006

Christmas tree lit
Originally uploaded by MDH, II.

Hundreds of ornaments, not that many lights. Memeories are all that remain. Merry Christmas to all!

Since I didn't get the job ...

I will reveal a little something that I discovered. New "High Efficiency" appliances might have other costs associated with them. For instance, HE clothes washers require HE detergent. This detergent runs from 3 to 6 times as much per volume as regular detergent. Now, if you were to use around 50 ounces per week, over the year you would spend about $200 extra in detergent costs. Since the water taxes and hikes aren't that high, it might leave you wondering if HE isn't a waste of money.

The HE detergent was a collaborative effort between appliance manufacturers and detergent companies. Imagine that! So, if you are going to get an HE appliance, make sure to do some research before you buy your appliance. The HE merely means that it uses less water and energy, not that it will save you money necessarily.

There's no sports in your violence

I am frustrated that the news covers these jerks attacking each other. My idea for contract writers: "Throw a punch, throw your contract." If they don't want the violence, financially fine each player a substantial amount, not just a "you can't play today" penalty. I understand that the days are then "unpaid", but limit the violence by harshly punishing the offenders. Adopt the "throw a punch, throw the contract" concept, wherein simply an attack nuls and voids any financial obligation the team and franchise has to that player.

Johnny Quest

Mystery of the Lizard Men parts 1, 2, 3

Provide what?

Provide what?
Originally uploaded by MDH, II.

External and internal satisfaction? Whoa! No one should want that job.

Planet controller

Planet controller
Originally uploaded by MDH, II.

Everybody wants to rule the world. Now you can! This job is now availalbe. -- Look! Net Temps has the job for you.

Clearly a typo; a funny one!

What engines lack

While the many job search engines have novelties, beneficial functions should be: map drawing, geographical salary increase, and exclusions.

When I see jobs in cities and towns that I don't know, I pop up a window and see in on google, etc. This is important because of local cost of living, relocation, accessability. Hammond and Gary jobs might offer tantilzing salaries until you figure the cost of living is substantially higher there and getting safe, affordable housing is near impossible. Comutes in these towns would also be longer. If the employer doesn't help with relocation, there is the cost of finding a place, perhaps knowing no one in the area.

The [insert state, city, zip, area code here] is nice, but being able to draw a shape on a map would be better. Find a job in any of these states, cleverly excising Chicagoland, Detroit proper, etc.; there would be a search!

As the job seeker moves away from a real driving distance, the more money that person is seeking for relocation costs and base salary. If you are established in Chicago and they want to you uproot and go to Martinsville, LA, you'd want some sign-on bonus or greater salary.

Finally, in searching, while you can read through categories, you'd want to exclude a few jobs. There is a jobsearch engine that has hundreds of categories. So ... hunt with that will you? What more engines need are exceptions or exclusions. Suppose you are interseted in sales promotion and marketing, but some of the jobs are missing one or both of these terms, for whatever reason. You may never seek insurance sales, but are interested in other sales positions. Search engines should ALL include exclusions. Selling insurance is for a special breed.

Interesting relationship between hormones & emotions

I dare write that women going through hormonal chaos and the coaster rides of pregnancy and post-menopause must be plain awful!

I have been quite depressed, for good reason, as of late. I have noticed a return of a hormonally-depressed virus (digital/limb warts) that I had as a kid. I remember the key component to the virus' quashing was testosterone. I am a little more upbeat and more energetic. The reason -- a resurgence of testosterone. I am quite sure for a number of ways, the least graphic being virus diminishing and body odor. I know what I smell like when I sweat. I also remember that it has changed throughout the years. My "high school stench" has returned. I guess I'll get angry, not sad.

Cerpicio's shorter drive

Yesterday, after completing a few tasks, I saw Cerpicio on the road, returning from work, to house and home. That's got to be a great feeling! In that, I mean working, home ownership, wife, pets (not listed in particular order).

queen and her servant

The queen and her servant
Originally uploaded by greencheese.

I don't know the flickr person, but my word is this a cute shot!

Narratively conversing

I had an application that was around 20 pages. Part of the process was writing narratives; I thought that ended in college, no siree. They gave writing prompts of, "What if ...". It was a lonnnnnnnnnnnggggggggggggggg application.

In other news, I didn't get a job in Dayton.

Ho ho Holidays

Happy, happy, happy birthday

Charlie 5, friends and friends celebrate

Happy birthday young man!

God to the rescue

I've been very depressed, though that isn't news. What's new is new: I found accepted that there's a reason I'm around. I've been far too self-absorbed and vulgar. I can't drop everything and suddenly become something that I'm not, but ... I'm in very slightly better spirits. I do not yet have a job. God has a plan, always has.

Happy birthday Charlie

Bells and skates and many friends and family wish you a very happy birthday!
[pictures will be linked here, later]

Thanks Jeff!

In Jeff's unclouded judgment, he helped me put together my resume', making it much better. I don't yet have a job, but I have little of something that I didn't have -- hope. Thanks good buddy!

What I have

Friends, family, existence. I'm lucky then

a small little joy today ... I made my mom laugh

uncherry, perhaps last post

Thanks God for life, Jesus hereafter. I have no liking for much. I can't get happy.

Why crime?

I think I now know why people turn to crime. I think that I have put for a good effort -- 2-4 hours daily reading and submitting to job postings. I don't have a criminal history. I have no violations on my driving license going back 10 years. I have complex and simple jobs. I want a chance, a break, an opportunity. I have good references. I have never been fired and have given 2 weeks notice to all employers, save my job in Wisconsin -- forced leave+.

+ long story, but suffice to write -- no money, left in hotel with only hours to get somewhere, which lead to dissolution of marriage and return migration to FW, IN

Stocked up and sold out

I appear to be stocked up on failures and have failed to order or sold out of successes. I would guess that on average, I post my resume' and submit applications at a rate of over 20 per day (really higher). If I were to calculate that my standards have significantly lowered and that I would calculate this at only for the last two months, I have sent nearly 1000 postings. Out of that, I have received just about nothing. I have sent far more than 2000. If I were suicidal, I would already be dead.

This is not sad, but sickening. I can't get a job at McDonald's, I've tried -- no call back. I have either no experience in an area, a desk job for too long or I have bad breath. What gives. No one I know has submitted so many friggin' applications and resume's with so little response. All I want is a chance -- if I fail at the interview, then so be it, but after all of that ... I should have something.

I applied to Blockbuster where I used to work ... nothing. I applied to Wal-Mart, but they would not accomodate me on a schedule change for my preliminary interview, so no call-back. I have tried industry and manufacturing. I have tried retail, even gas stations. I have tried management, hourly, grunt work. I am more than discouraged. I suppose that I could be even more depressed as it is the season for it, but I think that it's the only thing keeping me going.

I don't drive if I can avoid it and have a nice, growing larger stack of unpaid bills. I have completely exhausted all of my own money (borrowing from my 403b). I can't get a job and for no particular reason.

I have applied from Maine and Alaska to California to Florida. I have not put many limitations of things. I don't have money and would be willing to live out of a motel 6 for a month if I got a job.

If anyone knows of any jobs that aren't posted on careerbuilder, monster, regionalhelpwanted, thingamajobs, indanajobbanks, usjobbanks, allretailjobs, getthejob, coke co, mcGraw-Hill, theLadders, Yahoojobs, CBSindustries, Accounttemps, Nettemp, railroad, Officeteam, Kitty Hawk, or Manpower please let me know. I have tried all of these. I log in to all of these daily. I have sent faxes, email, US post letters.

My only other option is military which won't take me because of an immaterial medical issue, but maybe like me, they have lowered their standards.

I have a BS Ed, which must be Blast Self Expeditedly.

Win Media 11

Hurry up and wait. Let's see: I had my music on Win 10, but apparently Win 11 doesn't know squat of what Win 10 did. It also forces albumn art. I deleted that crap long ago. I save many a Meg and quite frankly, I care not for a small pic of an albumn. Let's examine AC/DC who put some of the same songs on three some CDs. Which one to attribute to the song as you eventually either have several copies of the same song or over-write them. It does play a little greater number of formats, but so far -- not that impressed.

It has taken several hours of Win Media looking for my music and it still hasn't found it all. I have another program that actually does sound leveling (Win Media does not), but to load it into Win Media with "sound leveling" takes longer. That is, shall I say, bull.

...

I wanted to write, I wanted a job. I needed the latter.

I've tried

I've tried the ambassador, the consulate, the President; I just can't bring my+ resume' to come up with a job. I can't get a hit, like playing Vegas blackjack and I have a 2 hole card and a 3 showing. I can't get a hit and the dealer is showing 17.

+ adapted from Top Secret

Like red stripes on a leprecaun

Angel costumes and kids who don're really know the lyrics and lack choreography. Nothing speaks not really Christmas like this. The director had to see this in the months of practice that things really didn't match well.

Kids "singing" Christmas carols and stepping left and right -- I wouldn't call it dancing. The part the viewer is missing is why the "angel" outfits?

Job that I will create

Mine. I had the opportunity to enter two public buildings recently that had security issues that needed attending. The more critical one was a church that has a nursery and preschool program. It had access points without checking, and with the remote possiblity that a child would be unatteneded, that would be a major problem. Moreover, with unsecured access points the school could have been a host to a number of problems, including things being put into the church/school.

I walked in looking for something, but found that I entered the wrong door. There were no cameras (not surprising considering that it is a church). There were no fob entries to the doors and there were poorly lit stairs very close to the door. That was pretty scary that it was so dangerous.

The other building was a hotel where there were ballrooms in an addition to the '90s building. The overhang was "perfect" for a wedding reception or something comparable. It sheilded double doors, which were unlocked. There were guest rooms around, elevators, and a buisness center with computer and printers. The connecting hallways between the ballrooms were dimly lit with a fire alarm box broken from the wall.

At the time of my being there, there were several people with casual clothes who didn't have rooms. While there, two older women entered the door and wandered through the hotel, looking for a room, perhaps? They were also looking for the office. This spells a larger problem, as a person has greater access in a hotel and generally no one asks to see your passcard.
...
My job would be to assess security issues and resolve them. It would use one of my abilities to assess threats, more accurate on individual basis.

Chuck D balls

Chuck D balls
Originally uploaded by MDH, II.

"Rap is not afraid of you", okay, but what if it frightens me? His clothes have some balls!

Chuck D spitting out lyrics, Bring the Noize, "Turn it up" not from an 8 track.

This reminds me of a Shadownet person who observed that Monkeyjack always lowered his voice to say, "balls".

Wintery

December 2nd

Decemeber 5th

Wintery
Originally uploaded by MDH, II.

Welcome Christmas! Welcome. Welcome. Welcome Christmas! Welcome. Welcome. Welcome Christmas while we stand -- heart to heart and hand in hand.

Hard to handle now: it's that time of year where people forget that snow makes you slide and you need to plan better for stopping. It also means -- accidents, generally derived from others' poor driving.

FW got this today. It is Winter boys and girls.

Who were they

Out of nowhere you got Aerosmith and Run DMC, no laces on the Adidas; floundering and spinning into infinity

Walk this way, talk this way

A decade later, Jam Master Jay slain and Run DMC fades into obscurity and Aerosmith's songs spun slower. As this beat is winding down ...

Criminal Deviate Homicide

Fort Wayne, first city in Indiana to wage propaganda and info war on abduction/molestation. Sadly, these weapons don't shoot. They should. Congratulations Fort Wayne on this step. Also, the percentage of closed cased on missing children improved 2004 - 2005.

Oh no you didn't!

I don't care if they are Green, Independant, Democrat or Republican, if they start taxing online shopping -- heads are going to roll! If they want tax money: tax prisoners, tax gas guzzlers, tax cigarettes and alcohol. Taxing online shopping -- that will about spell the end of online shopping for a lot of people. eBay figuring out taxes -- that will be fun. Even if they just email you your responsibility to pay taxes -- that's not going to cut it.

America has too many lawyers ... now, they'll be matched in number with accountants. There's our standing army for you! Number crunchers attack!

What the world needs now, is sense, common sense. +

+Tax Bracket (not Burt Bakarach)

it has something to do with where choo choo go

I'm on the night train ... I love that stuff. I'm on the night train, and I can never get enough. I'm on the night train, never slowin' down ... +

Norfolk emailed me, not called me and said -- dude, you're not in.

'After much deliberation, we went with the guy who had the biggest muscles.'


I don't know if I mentioned it, but I was the shortest guy at the interviews. I was not, however in the worst shape.

+ lyrics are obviously from Guns 'N' Roses, Night Train.

I sent him a

Well, MR has the phrase, "snoopy" for any unsolicited picture or email stemming from a Snoopy toy, the picture of which I have long since lost.

bursting

I dropped of a letter at the downtown post office and the mailbox was bursting. The letter sat on top of six thousand others. 'Tis the season.

I present you with these

MR found and scanned this old photo. "I present you with these, his two balls." MR noted the odd hand placement. Darn it anyway!

arts & commentary

arts
Originally uploaded by MDH, II.

I still admire this work -- my favorite where a famed, bad teacher is standing on a kid (later I pointed out that it looked like she was standing on his groin), "You're standing on my ...", also the bonfire of the mathbooks in a background riot in the room. All, very funny.

work by MR, 1983 - 1988

They call me the "Ganster of Love"

Phone actor, ie: phone sex operator. Huh. I never knew they advertised, but now I know. Now I can be a high-paying ho courtesy of Velvet Jones.

In a James Earl Jones voice, "I'm Darth Vader, heavy breather. I'll be your virtual partner this evening. What's your name? Mm hmm... yes, it could work. If you could be turned."

I always lose them when I call out, "You will join me, or die!" and "Only a b**** deals in absolutes.", "I have failed you ... I have failed you."

I think the Martin Short-Steve Buscimi personas make the most money.
........
My instant response would be, "What the **** do you think you are doing? Get out of here! You soiled tit! You ass sod!" "Oh, you didn't call for abuse, well then. We're having an argument. Yes we are. Yes we are."

BTW: I would not, could not take this joke. Not in a bag, because I'm not a fag. I'm in no way gay; I'm saying "no way!"

Fart, fumes, funny

Summer 2008: Farts On a Plane where a group of people must battle instinct and gas driven evils in a confined space where the pilots are incapacitated due to the foulness of the farts.

It also doesn't play democracy

With this new technology, democracy is completely filtered, eliminating that casual unrising that DVD usually brings. Political freedom is also greatly reduced with this great new format. This new technology promises to bring new unrepairable and cheaper-to-replace gadgets to the global market. The new iPods using the technology have already demonstrated that Leonard Cohen's song, "Democracy" outright does not play regardless of format.

Makes noise and leaves

The city -- odious at times, sent the Junn Hoarde+ to pick up the leaves. These people people came in not unlike rats. I would have preferred locusts, eating crops and leaving waste, but these people -- underpaid perhaps, started the morning with thunderous music and the "quietest" of trucks. I got a chance to see them furble their way down the street, then take off running. It reminded me of thieves.

To top off the brilliance, they packed workers on the front loader shovel and sped down the street. Now that, my readers, is classic Darwin. I'd like to thank the city for the service, I'd also like to ask the city for safety training on all staff members. If nothing else, watch the German forklift safety video, as delightfully clever as Peter Jackson's earlier films.

+ Beastmaster, man am I old!

Dave's statement and mine

Dave remarked his disappointment with his Swiss Cheese memory. I think many people have weaker memories, regardless of how valuable they are. My memory I would liken to space. Yes, space, the final frontier.

The celestial bodies would represent concrete memories spread well apart from each other. The asteroids are bits and pieces of memories but are not wholes of anything. Comets are the random ideas that come about regularly sometimes wreck havoc and serious damage to a strong memory. When you can step away and see the beauty of the memories collectively, it seems like a broad amount of material -- each with its own luster and beauty. The galaxies (grouped memeories) have intricate shapes seemingly purposeful, but perhaps not. Getting from one memory to another requires giant leaps. Finding a particular memory in this great vastness -- now there is the challenge. Now, go from Mars to the Crab Nebula (where ideas are being created).

Beyond sickening

Beyond Conviction: Where victims' families get to meet with the criminal who slayed their family member. This would be a real show if the families got to in with weapons drawn. This showed some really disturbing people, for sure.

One woman hugged the scum who killed her neice. I missed the beginning, but I suspect it was a rape-killing. The child called his name, so he said, as her last words, so it implies that the victim knew the perp. I just can't believe there are people who would hug their child's killer. The woman appeared, nearly to be arroused by the guy. "Gosh, that killer of my neice, after he raped her, sure is cute in his DOC clothes."

I'd feel some relief if I got a chance to be "talk" with that kind of person.

"No; no; I understand. You just want to reconcile you want closure. The funny thing is that I plan on helping you with that 'closure issue', closing this chapter of your life. I'll close the casket on your still living, though dismembered body."

I will hug the flowers that I take to my family's grave, after I urinate on yours.

Turn Up My Headphones!

Dave Chappelle hot hot comedy, "it's raw", "it's new", "it's fresh" say the interviewed

What I hope I never hear again

The hotel played music on the sound system continually, unshockingly. It was Yani or Kenny G versions of songs that you didn't immediately recognize. I had not thought that Beach Boys could be played on clarinet, but I head it today. I didn't know that the flute and pan flute could be used to play Kenny Loggins, "I'm Alright", but I know now. I tell you, it was terrible.

One guy -- nut in black seemed either anxious or queer when lightly tapping to one song. I think he was just tired of waiting, and not really enjoying the version we were all hearing. I'll accept that, not that he liked that song on trombone.

Waiting for the Railroad

I went in for a group then very short individual interview for the railroad today. It started early with a personality profile 206 questions. The guy next to me, nice enough, took a very long while to finish his. I was one of the last people in the room and the second one to finish the test. Oi!
The speaker talked about the job -- the insane hours (12 hour shifts sometimes) and the flat rate pay of $100 daily, during training. He then mentioned that there was random drug testing and so, if you test positive, you're fired. After the first break, 1/3 left gracefully, not needing to explain themselves. They then administered a basic skills test -- 15 mintues. Not everyone finished this test. He then spoke again and gave everyone 90 minutes for lunch/brunch.

I walked around the hotel and found that it was simply huge! I returned at the right time, but the speakers / interviewers weren't ready on time. The group of us waited yet longer and got in around 12:40. At this time, they had selected a smaller number from those who remained. I expected to be cut, but was chosen in this second group. Sadly, the people cut had been there since 8:00 and spent half a day there for a quick dismissal with no explanations.

I waited yet longer and asked the quick, brief and typical interview questions. I don't think I made a great impression on them and won't be surprised if they don't call me. They did note that were they to offer the training to me, that they would call in 48 hours. Well, then that's something, isn't it.

I overheard a few of the people applying there, "worked at Allen County Jail for a year", "served in Marines" and other short stories. I'm not sure why the one guy wanted the job, for he got paid well at his present job and got 4 weeks vacation annually. I just don't get that.

In wandering, for there weren't enough seats in the lobby, where we waited, I saw a beer can on a table. "If you bring a beer to an interview, you might be ..." The guy closest to the beer can that, "might have been left there", left me the impression that he might have been drinking his lunch. Anyway ... long periods of waiting. Another labor job -- manufacturing at Zollners, had a more difficult washout testing program. I couldn't believe at the number of doofi applying. "Follow directions. Wait until the audio completes and then do as instructed." During the audio, many people, despite the stern warnings of the proctors, did every command of the audio, until the end. At the end of the audio, the insturctions were about three steps only, the other steps were to be summarily dismissed.

The reading "test" as it was called was odd. I mean odd in that it asked for a word, giving you a description. You were to mark the letter that started the word; you were given a selection of 6 or so letters. Its example question was "a time off of work for holidays" b, c, l, m, p, v
(v) was correct for vacation

The other element was, "what number comes next in the series". The simplistic math was elementary level and not worthy of discussing. The what number comes next is logic, not math or reading, but can be deceptive, depending on initial values.

Way to go!

Better sure than unsure and better clear than unclear. New process for better determining if cells are cancerous. Bravo! Indiana University find a way of identifying "cells of interest".

Reese's pieces

I didn't make it too dirty. Reese Witherspoon -- ah, where to start ...

navel, kneee, elbow, eye

difficult analogy

I would like to thank everyone I know and who knows me. I would liken myself to general aging. Year after year, you put up with an ass that gets bigger.

Throughout the years I have grown to be a bigger ass, yet people around me still accept me. I suppose that I could make a small leap to my course way of making noise and general unappealing smell as well.

So, again,

THANKS

for putting up with a getting-bigger-every-year ass mostly full of **it and wind, known as me.

Charity, what I'm lacking

I understand that a few months ago TS's folks had some difficulty with getting a house. TS & MS bought them a house close to them. That is charity. I suppose if I'm going to admit jealousy and envy, here is a case for it. That is what I would like to be able to do. That's ability to offer and give charity and then doing it.

If I had other options and money, my goal would be to find and make jobs for more people. After a long experience of looking for a job and being disheartened and having years of underpayment, I'd like to give to people what I was lacking -- a job to keep you afloat, paying you about what is due.

Can't sing, can't dance, and he looks like Pyle (from Full Metal Jacket)

Oh, baby! You, you got what I need! But you say he's just a friend.

Her name is Blah Blah Blah, that was probably a clue that it wasn't going to work.

pitiful

Smashing Ruxpins

I was struggling not to point out the obvious, but why would you stand in line to buy a new console and smash it? I remember so many fads that were "must haves", but a console at $300 - $500 smashed? Crazy I tell you, crazy. Now, burning it in effigy, that I can see. I suppose next year I can buy the newest foreign compact (not Japanese), but Indian and smash it. I suspect it will go over like the Yugo. Yugo nowhere fast in it. Not only is the engine small and the car small, but so was the time spent in assembling it. Get a good bike, it will last unlike the car.

Don't you believe it

MR blogged on ad nauseum about it, but it's true -- that line of thinking (linking) just outright doesn't work. I know, I've tried it about every week or so. It is unrelated to anything other than a study in aggression. I have a yahoo ID and it outright said no, then yes ... then failed. The same line of thinking as carrying a door in the desert, if it gets too hot, you roll down the window as opposed to his comrades, one chose a hat, the other a canteen.

New blogger is like the new Windows 3.1 or original Win 95 with so many bugs, it was a New York sewer. Roaches, bugs everywhere. If you get the message to get your new blogger beta, skip it.

The Panda does what?

Eats shoots and leaves is what the Panda does.

Farts then laughs

A fart gag, Stinky Beans (WTH?), teen fart, little boy laughs at old photos, peek a boo laugh, stereo laugh

When you're down, your up

Nutty Buddy

Yep ... that's about what I'd say. I would not test a testicle protector with a baseball pitching machine, but this guy would. "Nutty Buddy" goes in the pants ... ball goes into groin. What happens next?

What's sad is the testimonial of the baseball player who had his typical cup shattered by a pitch, "Well, that didn't feel too good." Wow! That's a nice understatement!

Picking my nose

When I was picking my nose with a shotgun, I heard a loud sound. There wasn't a lot of damage done, for the gun was then empty and my mind always was. The sad thing ... I longed for another shot.

"No put [the gun] in your mouth. It might go through your ear and come out the other side."

"Wait. What are you doing?"
"We're going to empty your mind, much like we would empty your pocket."
"Please don't. I've spent my life trying to fill it."
"Begin."

"Get a brain you morans!"

"The greatest thing about Nigel is that he's almost completely stupid."

"You feel this? That's sawdust they put in there after the surgery. They removed part of my brain!"

If you spent your time trying to find the quotes ... you have too much time on your hands.

Good, simple adivce

Gain experience from everything. In each day, learn ... learn something new, learn something again, but learn. Though I did not return to Indy for the sales job, I took away from it: advise your family and friends.

Get an education. Go to college and get a degree. It doesn't matter in what, for most people after a few years are not working in a field relevent to their degree, but you need one.

Be honest. If you aren't honest with yourself, you aren't honest with anyone. If you are dishonest with others, you are then alone. Alone is a terrible thing to be.

Give thanks, not only to someone who does something extraordinary, but also thanks for the "extra napkin", the "hello from somebody or nobody", to friends and family. If you believe in a higher power, thank that entity too.

Talk when you can; walk when you can. Talking is exercise, walking is learning and healthy. Both use your mind and refresh your blood.

Make entertianment. I mean make, for watching hours of mind-numbing TV isn't making anything other than you stupid. Make entertainment by playing games, writing, drawing -- just doing!

Love others. If you don't love you, then start there. After that, love others -- it's more important and helpful than can be expressed in words.

Cloning vs polygenics

I can scarcely decide which is truly scarier: cloning or polygenics. Quickly, polygenics is used here to define a unrestrained proliferation of genes or 'many procreative partners'. I have experienced this in teaching, where there are around eight kids genetically linked to four people. I dare not call them parents, for none raised one child, but did fascilitate their being. Moreover, hyper-polygenics, where incest at some level is included, say parent-child or sibling-sibling (half or full) or rarely, but not unheard of grandparent-child.

Given the state of polygenics, I'm almost for cloning or eugenics. The prinicple seems diabolical and will undoubtedly lead to evil, but the concept of limited cloning is not evil. Full-human embryo cloning will lead to murder in every sense of the word. By that I mean that generally a clone is developed as a spare-parts model. I could cite many fiction references, but the read can find those. If I were to suppose that the consciousness of one person be transplanted into the other in full, then still -- in another sense it is murder.

A person, grown (shudder), still has development. To stop congitive development requires either chemical castration of many sensory areas, wich may not grow back or the known extraction of the brain. While the brain is not the housing for the soul, nor is the organ the heart, clearly to remove a person's brain is to murder what that person was physically. Spiritually is another matter that I may not address here.

Even with invetro infertilization, there are often too many living embryos to successfully survive. While science has kept extracted infants less than one pound alive, it is a miracle, to say the least. Many premature children have development problems and many do not survive. In some cases when the lives of the infants are at risk, someone -- the mother -- then has a grave choice, which ones will live and which ones must not.

In this sickening mess of science and spirituality and ethics and health, I suggest that full-human cloning is not a good idea. Though the belief that a non-genetic blood substitute was to be released this year, it is not yet here. Treated bovine blood has been used on the field in places where their is little refridgeration. This treated bovine blood can be kept unrefridgerated for months. Organs, including skin, are not so universally accepted by the body. Xenotransplantation is a desperate measure that generally leads to weeks of life, not years. The cloning process of self-use only organs is a viable and inarguable need. The problem is the limitation of cloning and by what means it can occur.

************** Highly disturbing conclusion, do not read if you are easily offended **************

For this important need, stem cell reaserch is important. While some material can be gained from infantile foreskin -- it is not as usable as other obtained material (fetus). To discontinue this reasearch is patentedly stupid. It is not and will not be the be-all, end-all source and holy grail of organ growth, it is important. Already it has shown signs of success in some areas. While repugnant and sinful by some or many, it is a research worth pursuing, however it comes at many costs that are not financial.

You can wipe off that grin

I know where you've been. It's all been a pack of lies! I feel it in the air tonight ..

Intellus won't tell us. I purpose they rename it, "unintellus" or "whydon'tyoutellus", but I guess it would be more accurate to call it, "chargeusthentellus". You can't find it, but you'll charge me for it. Yeah, that makes sense. I'll go get my credit card right now.

watch salesman

Hey, buddy. I'll sell you a list of jobs for $70.
No thanks.

But you see ... these jobs here aren't listed.
Mm hmm.
So, if you don't get the job within a year, we'll refund your money (Dawg!).
Um, no.

Are you sure that's a real rolex?

Squeals of joy!

She called ... she called ... she called! (much like Rudolph's, "I'm cute!" repeated). A local job called back for an interview. Hey, that might mean that I could get an Indiana job! That would be so splendid! I won't presently disclose the compnay's name.

redefining "insurgants"

We have people redefining enemies and categories, why not use something already in place -- "feral". Here's a site on Feral Children +, though really if you know the term feral it is not complimentary. Feral animals are introduced into an area and cause havoc and destruction, such as hooved animals in Australia as well as cats there. Killer bees are a feral species and Hawaii is plague by many invading species of plants and animals. I therefore, submit, that children can't be feral, but some people can be.

I can think of many times when dealing with a few people that they were feral, menaing that they should not have been there and really caused only trouble and havoc.


+ one video, for skeptics like myself, clearly shows the Ukranian girl isn't moving in a way akin to fast or varied terrain movement. That is a tabloid story. The other notable historical accounts are to be taken with some skepticism, as they generally lacked real validation. How many people were exposed to the "wild child". Generally, these children are taken in and hidden away, later shown to have been wild. Gosh -- lack credibility, but you'd think that a village might step up and take on the challenge or, better still, call the police and government about it. That is never the case.

I would suggest that there are feral groups in areas, coming in from Syria, Jordan, Iran, etc. to areas of Lebanon and Iraq. One thought would be that the US and "coalition forces" are the feral people, and others might contend that destabilizing groups are the feral people. Regardless, if you want to succeed in propoganda, use "feral" for it really smacks of "vile vermin, insideous rats infiltrating the ranks and consuming and ruining".

Just like the video games

"We are definitely going to kill you boy!"+
Robbery suspect shot after failing to answer the door. While I am not sure I understand the shooting, which is being investigated, I don't mind telling you that the robbers assaulted the victim. Clearly, despite the "pettiness" of the theft, violence in connection with robbery is a serious issue. It would not surrprise me if the two suspects would have escalated their crime sprees later, making them a greater threat. It seems likely that the theft was for personal use, not to sell the unit, but assaulting someone to get what you want takes a criminal mind.

+ Grand Theft Auto sound

Lucrative deal sinks sailor

I think I'm turning Viennese, oh yes, I'm turning Viennese, I really think so. Sailor steals laptop, sells content, pleads guilty. Aboard the aircraft carrier, justices carry out the more typical penalty espionage convicts -- put on jet catapult and flung far off the ship, benefits to kin increase with each skip, as the convicted is propelled along and through the water at break-neck speed.

Well, stupidness aside, yes ... they got one, a traitor. Now what they need is a real process for keeping sensitive material, you think?

Show with not enough violence

Oh sure, it's got sex ... scandal, intrigue, police, investigation. It just lacks that last little bit -- death of the suspect. I suppose then, fewer people would watch it, but I commit to watching it routinely if they shot the suspect. Sexual predators enticed to a sting, filmed, all internet chatting and conversation documented. Then ... the arrest. The "build up" is unnecesary. What the site should also do is put those faces on permanently, with the name -- so that people can see, their neighbors. Dude! Don't hire that guy!

Dude ... like, you should move -- before fire happens, just FYI.

"We don't serve your kind!"

Hugo buys in

I did honestly, buy ... I mean, won my election again. I know, because I paid the officials to count them. At least the ones that had my name on them.

I therefore, won. So there!

Geek, and I'm jealous.

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Originally uploaded by Keith Cramer.

You got a speeder and I don't have one. Santa's not even giving me a lump of coal. I think I'm getting a kick in the butt for Christmas.

Cleaner side of spite (in the face of uneducation)

MR had some really interesting art in middle and high school. If you look carefully, you might see a theme. It seems to me that the school system wasn't reaching his needs, not reaching him on a number of levels. Let me continue discuss ......... zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

Oh dear, someone put in a video ... MR falls asleep.

BTW: some of the unshown work is, well, I'll let MR post if it he wants. Thanks MR for the blog material!

Birthday, sky, and stretch

After tearing his rotary cuff in his shoulder, he was prescribed physical therapy. Here he is using the doorknob to assist him.



Jennifer blows out her candles. I turned off my flash, but still caught this overwash from two other cameras. It was a surprising shot, for sure.

Jeeny, now 19, had a quiet birthday.



A couple of evenings ago -- the sun shown and glorious sunset above not below.

Not from around here

Traveling on US 24 nearing US 31, you might, just maybe notice signs North and South directing you to Mexico (North), Peru (South), Denver (North), Miami (South). You're not in Panama, but you are in Indiana. Here, you head South to find Santa Claus.

JJ

I saw a huge plant separated by a road and railroad. It was Clymers Plant. I thought of JJ, then saw that there was a town of Clymers, but at first there might have been a story that I didn't know about JJ. If you don't know JJ, then you don't know Dave.

Sad little towns

Driving from one city to West Lafayette (Purdue University), I drove by and through many sad little squatter towns. Two were trailers only, with dump pits nearby and others in lowlands, presently flooding. The leafless trees holding no secrets to the sad little parcels. I'm glad that I didn't have to stop. They all mad me a little sad; these dumpy, poor, flooded areas with ramshackle homes. Delphi, Indiana was one such sad little town, but worse still was Burrows.

Outstanding in her field

I saw something odd in a field. It stood out because of color, but it was still odd. I had to see it in flashes, for I was driving, but it wasn't clear to be either a cow or a trough. At the last glance, it turned its head -- a cow, out alone, quarter to half mile from any building. There were no other cows. I'm not sure it was a "happy cow", but it was outstanding in its field.

Covee of critters

The trip wasn't without critters. There were a few cow farms, a family of deer in a different field and flocks of confused birds. On the campus, several gray squirrels showed disdain for my intrusion -- how dare I be there. On the way back, on a poorly lit road, there was a spot -- carcass on the road. With some clarity as I got closer, another thing was near. I thought to myself that it was a raccoon eating, but dismissed the thought as wrong. I still gave it a wide berth. After I passed it, I saw a raccoon's distinctive hump walk across the road behind, lit by the red running lights of the van. Huh! I'm glad that I missed it.

With the singular flock of birds, I'm disappointed that they still messed on the van. Rotten, ungrateful buggers -- I feed them here.

Yo ho, blow the van down

I drove today to pick my neice at Purdue. I knew that it was windy, but man, oh man did it ever buffet the van about, as though it were confetti. The gas mileage went down a bit for sure. What was most interesting about the wind, was that the wipers worked very well on the upswing, but the wind caught them on the down swing, leaving more smears than swiping. It was an odd little trip, very gray, very windy, flurries and rain. My car's profile works better, by a little, but its light weight makes it more like Charlie Brown's kite than anything else. Someday I'll have a laughing tree munching on my tree, a smile within its branches and leaves, while I hang upside-down.

"Rats!"