I have written a couple of times about how I almost went to jail over a spitball and a Burger King manager. One of my partners in crime has her abode on the web over here. Now if she would just open up her comments to the public…
March 2007
Dirty Old Men
This reminds me of a line (you can bash me in the comments) “Old Enough to Pee, Old Enough for Me”.
Not that I have used it in twenty years or so. It’s easy to look at younger ladies (and guys for you ladies) until your kids start growing. Now when I see an attractive young thing walking around with her ass falling out of her low riding jeans I just have to smack myself in the forehead for being a pig.
It’s either that or my wife will smack me.
UK Man Hangs Himself While in a Chatroom…or Suicide Picture
I have certainly considered hanging myself after having to spend time in an AOL chatroom, but damn this is sad.
In all actuality, even though I may make light of this, it is a terrible thing. I really feel for the guys two children.
I wrote this little blurb last night and forgot all about posting it, but now there are links to the screen capture here. I thought long and hard about whether to post them here or not (about 30 seconds) and now they are below in the extended entry. DON’T CLICK IF YOUR ARE EASILY OFFENDED OR HAVE TROUBLE LOOKING AT DEAD PEOPLE. DON’T SAY I DIDN’T WARN YOU.
Anna Nicole's Last Photo
Thanks to the Zero Boss I found this shot. Looks like someone misjudged the size of the body bag. Someone is handy with photoshop anyway.
Last Day…
…thank goodness. It will probably be a quite long one as well. I will be on the grill until at least after lunch, then I have three weeks of schedules to do, some other paperwork to finish, audits and inventories and a butt load of cleaning (particularly my office). I also have to paint all of my booth supports and chair legs.
I thought they were going to tell me to stripe the lot, but for a change we are going to come off with some money and actually pay someone else to do the job. Too bad they aren’t a professional. It’s going to look just as bad as if I did it, but at least I get to sit that one out.
My boss that I have written about is indeed leaving the company, and I will have a new division manager when I get back from vacation. That really sucks. As many problems as I have given him over the years I like him, and the evil I know is better than the one I don’t. And he pretty much leaves me alone to do what I want unless something is just screwed up.
Our company came to him with a contract to sign in order to stay. Basically it said that he would sell all of his rental houses and quit taking safe jobs. Of course he wouldn’t sign it. Smart man. What I do on my time off is none of their business, but they have always asserted themselves in a very intrusive way.
Beef Curtains
I did this paid post on my business blog for labia reduction (I refrained from taking it this afternoon because I could think of nothing but dirty jokes and then took it a few minutes ago) and there are several posts about the opportunity in the forums over there. One of the ladies referred to them as Beef Curtains. LMAO. I’ve heard them referred as Camel Toes, but never beef curtains.
Current Desktop
I actually did this screenshot for a post I was doing over at my business blog about Callwave, but this is what my desktop looks like currently.
Teacher Fired Because She is a Witch
I was over at Jimi Morrison’s Head and came across this report of a Central Islip, NY teacher who is claiming she was fired because she is a witch. Obviously this has some connotations of possible discrimination but other than that I think the entire thing is stupid.
As I commented over at his site this is a non-issue for me. I recently had a girl who was about nineteen working for me that I fired last month. She very prominently dressed in Goth clothing, claimed she was a witch, and let everyone know that she was a lesbian. Other than the fact that she was obviously trying to garner as much attention as possible I could care less. The FACTS were that she worked like a slug, was not friendly, and not a single week went by that she didn’t call in at least once.
Her last week she called out four days out of five. She didn’t have to worry about it after that because I gave her plenty of free time to do whatever she felt was necessary for her personal sanity.
What makes the story of Lauren Berrios (the teacher) interesting is that she filed a $2 million federal lawsuit. According to Cnews:
While the school district was not under obligation to explain why Berrios was not granted tenure, its lawyer said Wednesday that Berrios didn’t get along with co-workers, had a condescending attitude and was eventually reported to Child Protective Services after telling tales about imaginary injuries to her son.
Not to make light of it but that is probably the more truthful explanation. I am sure that there is at least a bit of truth on both sides as well as lies, but damn.
24
I am looking forward to Monday. I don’t think I am going to do anything except to sleep in and watch the shows that I have missed the last few weeks. There are several episodes of 24, Lost, and Battlestar Galactica that I have recorded but refrained from watching.
The wife and I generally watch Lost and Battlestar together so I will refrain from watching them right way, but I will watch 24. She doesn’t particularly care one way or the other about that.
So What’s the Big Deal About Twitter?
I keep hearing more and more about twitter and am starting to notice it on some of the really big sites. I saw where one guy had it on his sidebar, and also inserted into a post and basically said “hey, now you can know when I’m scratching my ass”.
I have tried it twice and just really dislike it. That should be it for me. My choice whether to use it or not but am I missing something here? Does it do something else besides let me text message it and tell you when I’m going potty, or driving to work? Do you really care. I will be more than happy to put it back if everyone wants to know when I pick my nose or whatever. I could even set up Homeseer (my home automation software) to send an SMS message to it so that you know the second I arrive home.
Apparently I just don’t get it.