Gradually degenerating into ignorance and complacency.

Tuesday, March 20, 2007

Pull out the tongue

Maia does her best James Dean

I iz schtoopid

I was looking through flickr at pics and saw a gray someone ... I thought it was a person in a large bunny suit. I thought, maybe, ready for Peter Cottontail to head down the bunny trail to make some child happy or in wonder. No. It was a woman in a gray sari.

Boy, am I sorry I mistook the sari.

left the corvette parked out front

I was on a busy main street the other day when I saw a bright, shiny corvette parked in front of a house in a little run-down area. "Life-size" Barbie apparently parked it there and went in to play some more with the girl who lives there.

Iraq?

So, I was at MR's last tonight and saw, "Iraq in Fragments" showing the Sunnis, Shia, and the Kurds. The Sunnis verbally repulsed the government and despised the US. The Shia are the skinheads, fighting anyone for no reason -- hating the US and well ... anything not Shia and even some Shia. The Kurds, it appears live in Kansas, living a simple life mostly weapon-free. From what I saw, the Shia were the most violent, bar none, and everyone had a weapon be it a stone, knife or gun.

If we had to take any Iraqis, let's have the Kurds.

What kind of street is this?

There were a couple of faggots at a corner of the street as you can see. They were being pretty obvious.

They seem to blend together

I got a call for a phone interview with one of these places.
I can smell it now, oh wait ... I work at one too.

"Dear God", he wrote

Were I to have a child ...

working hands

'My hands are worn, I know
but they're not yours, they are my own'

-- paraphrased from Jewel, "Hands"

I feel the strains of calluses trying to heal, but for a lost cause. I get minor burns, cuts and sores, thick pads which were once hands. I have appearing working man's hands. I haven't been "counting money all" my life.+ Granted, I do deal with some money, but mainly working with my hands, push, cut, burn, repeat.

+ Jaws

with a twist

Keith claims this ... the picture that shows a Cramer house.
After twister, Charlie practiced punching ... thankfully not Daddy's groin.
Charlie brings us the ghost of 70s past.
Girls on the sofa; Lori cuddles with Cheyenne or vice versa.
Charlie entices me to play twister -- ultimately, the dogs won as they had to get in on the action. Keith also encouraged them by throwing the tennis ball under my legs. The payoff was me falling on my butt.
Figure 4 position and you can see my bald spot. Cool, I wonder if I'll have hair at 50.
Echo chews on my neck ... no, really just wanting to kiss me -- on the face. Good buddy Charlie on my back.
Here, it's clearly looking like a chew.
Chew! I'll then chew on his neck, while Cheyenne bites him too. They like to cheat.

Monday, March 19, 2007

For voice alone

A guy at work has a voice that reminds me of the "officer" in this spoof that remarks, "Was I talking to you? If you ... I'm gonna shoot ya."

Work, as I know it

M 11-4
T OFF
W 11-8
R 2-9
F 2-10
S 11-8
Sun 12-8
M 11-4

Woke up cold, tired

I think I am still cold and tired. Man! I set the thermostat low to cut energy costs and once out of my warm bed ... yikes, I think that stirred some of the weariness out of me. I then put on layers to get warm while the house was warming and ... got comfy and tired again. Coffee put only a minor dent in my alertness. I've got to work, so sleep is out of the question.

Sunday, March 18, 2007

I'm more valuable than in 2006

strength to travel

I feel that I am getting stronger with my change of what I do at work. That's good! I drove home and got to see ten wild deer in the fields. There were three at one place, etc. Some of the distracted drivers missed them -- talking on the phone tends to occupy your attention.

How work will remember me

Bed hard.
Room cold.
Food tasteless.

It's about time you got out of here, you've been compplaining ever since you got here.

From an old joke about a man who enters a monastary and may only utter two words each ten years. After thirty years, he quits the order. That's how I feel now, I don't complain really, but rather am trying to find solutions to situations. I am seemingly annoyed, but am really thinking of solving something I consider to be a problem. I don't complain about it, but rather try to find a solution.

This is especially important when the company follows the "1 Minute Manager guide". Don't complain, find solutions.

I think $6 million is too small ... go for $12 million

Now, perhaps I'm playing favorites, which I am, but Carol Burnett far exceeds "Family Guy". Fox, you did wrong, you know you did, pony up. Fox isn't the worst or only channel to dig into a sewer pipe and claim it television, but here, clearly they did wrong. I'm sure there just wasn't anyone to seek regarding many of the other like issues that "Family Guy" uses, like "Willy Wonka" and many others.

I'm sure sometime soon, we'll all be deafened by the advertisements, also on radio, of Fox being "daring" enough to air "Jackass" and "Jackass 2" during primetime. I don't doubt that it would "seem like a good idea" to some programming manager.

One: rude, crude, disgusting shows should really be aired after 10. I opt out of watching, so I'm not hardly concerned, but others pushing the envelope and viewers loving it spells the end of television, just about, for any children I might raise.

Well kids, you have a choice of 12 channels: Disney, Nick, Fox Family from (3:30 - 7:00), Discovery, Cartoon Network from (7:30 - 9:30), weather channel, some limited news, and the local channels. The sports channels, perhaps with continued parental viewing.

Carol, I empathize with your situation. Kick Fox's butt -- sue, win!

Come home and ...

"Come home and come over to play with me", Charlie announced into the phone. I got a message on my answering machine from Charlie, wanting to play with me. This week might turn out better, but I frankly don't know. I'll found out today if I will have off Tuesday or whatever and if I'm there til close or at open -- but I should make time to see my good buddy Charlie.

Saturday, March 17, 2007

Busy day, not much to say

I was a little disappointed with work, division of work, scheduling, task assignment -- really, use of personnel. Near the end of my time there, I got a bit of humor -- good, as during the day I was getting a bit miffed. I celebrated St. Patrick's Day, quitely with cookie and milk.

I don't have time to sit and drink away the night. Also, I work Sunday.

I came home quite messy, more so than usual, as we were seemingly under-staffed and it got crazy.

Still, I also got to see a woman at work ...

her eyes, smile

enchanting

Friday, March 16, 2007

So Snickers

After the launching and canning of the gay commercial, they followed it with a red light, green light gang warfare commercial. Uh, yeah. Good thinking. So, Snickers is for gay gang members? I just don't understand who they hired for the marketing department.

"Knock, knock, knock. Hello in there! McFly, McFly! Is there anybody in there? Now how would it look if I turned in my paper with your name on it? Why don't you make like a tree and get out of here?" +

+ Back to the Future

might just be stupid

If you talk to an answering machine as though it were a person, you might be stupid.

I got, "Hello, [my name]. [My name again]." click.

Don't you think when you hear, "leave a message", that there is a good chance you are not, indeed, hearing a live person talking with you?