Zoundry has apparently updated the blog posting software that I use, now there is a spell checker. Good damn thing. Hell, it might have always been there but I haven’t seen it.
I think I am going to go outside for a nice smoke, then kick the girls out of my bedroom and hit the sack.
I am pretty beat after today. I got home about 4:30 this afternoon, had to go back at 7p, just got home about 40 minutes ago. I have managed to make it through my “blogs I visit every day”, but that’s about it today. Gonna hit the sack and hope that Livingdot has my stuff fixed when I get up at 4:30 tommorow morning. Talk about burning the candle at both ends. Been doing it for 20 years, so I should be used to it by now.
My work week that is. I haven’t posted quite as much over the last couple of days as I thought I might. Since my boss is out of town I am taking care of her job, as well as mine. Normally I will have a manager trainee to run my shop when she is on vacation, but not this time. I have been getting up at 3:30, going in to my store to take care of paperwork and prep, then heading to one of the other stores for the day, then back to my store again. Luckily both the other managers are working this weekend, so it is pretty much a normal weekend. I was able to sleep until quarter of five or so today.
Stephanie and the girls are in Bluffton until Wednesday, and Chris is in Anchorage for another week and a half, so it is pretty fucking boring around here. At least the bed will still be made when she comes home, as I will probably spend the week on the couch. Guess I need to do some cleaning around the house this afternoon if I get home at a decent time.
Recieved an email last night from Yabu, and the Helen blogmeet is 9/08 – 9/10. W00t! Looking forward to it. I think that both the SO and I are going to try and make it, just have to get a babysitter for the weekend. It’s kind of early in the fall for me to be taking another vacation, but who gives a fuck anyway. I have taken all of them early this year anyway, and my boss is looking to take off the week in October that I took last year, it is the week that county schools are out for fall break.
I did manage to exchange a couple of emails last night with a blogger that’s mad at me for saying that she has snakes in her head. All women have snakes in their head, it’s just that some have really fucking big ones. I will stand by that statement to my grave.
Well, it’s off to work. Maybe I will have a chance this evening to do more than read other blogs. It’s payday, so that is historically a pretty long day for me.
I am still having damn problems with the spam. Now too much is getting through the filter. I wish my site was hosted in my basement like I used to do, so that I could shoot the fucking server. I have deleted 450 spams since I got home, just from the last 13 hours.
Last night just completely sucked. I had to go back to work to handle shift change, picked Chris up from work after that, had to run him around and drop him off at a friends house so he could spend the night. Once I got home I stayed up for awhile blogging, hit the sack around midnight. Kind of late for me on the weekend, but I can handle five hours of sleep. At 1:15am one of my cooks called me to let me know that he didn’t appreciate being the only one there that did his job and he didn’t give a shit if I fired him, he was not going to cut any onions. Stupid fucker was geeking out on something. All of my people know that I have a very hard time sleeping, almost to the point of insomnia. They used to be very bad about calling me with stupid bullshit in the middle of the night, until one morning I came in and raised hell, and would not pay them early. I told them that they could drag themselves out of bed at 2pm if they wanted to get paid. They quit calling me at night after that unless it is truly important, in which case I have no problem with it.
As I said, I got to sleep at 12am, received this call at 1:15am. I finally managed to get back to sleep at 3:15am or so, and got back up for work at 5:30. Needless to say, I was not the most happy person when I got to work. I have been putting up with this dumbass and his decreasing performance for several weeks now. He is hitting something hard, possibly ice from what I have been told. I might have even put up with his shitty job for a little while longer in hopes that he would see the error of his ways. That is, until last night.
I cut his pay by 1.25/hr (almost 20%) and turned his 35 hour week into a 14 hour week. I won’t fire him, but if he doesn’t quit this week, next weeks schedule will see him on saturday night from 1am to 4am and that will be it.
My boss is going out of town on Wednesday for a week, so I get to run my store all week, as well as the other two on thos managers two days off. I can already tell what kind of week that this is shaping up to be. Maybe I will get really lucky and it will be nice and uneventful.
I haven’t really posted much about my trip to Savannah, as I wanted a bit of time to think so that I could post something halfway intelligent. Fuck it. No amount of time is going to change it either way.
It took me longer than it should have to get there. Five or six hours I guess. I made several stops on the way. I wasn’t feeling very good Thursday so I stopped at all of the rest stops (three of them I think) as well as a couple of gas and pee stops. Got in a little after noon. It was pretty easy to find the hotel. A lot of us stayed at the La Quinta on Abercorn, which was pretty close to the funeral home. Since I got there at a decent time, I managed to get them to let me check in three hours early and showered. Probably a good thing since I had been in the car all day.
Once personal hygiene was taken care of I called Zonker to see where the hell everyone was. Everyone was going to meet for lunch at the City Market. He gave me directions and I headed out. Apparently the were initially going somewhere near River Street, but it was too crowded so they had changed their minds. I headed out and got started. I didn’t make it too far before he called me back and told me that there was no place to park, so we were going to meet at a restaurant near the hotel. No problem. Minor cluster fuck, but that’s what happens when you get a bunch of free souls (fucking hard heads) together.
I managed to get there first and have a beer at the bar. The first people to get there were Recondo32, Georgia, and their son Rick. Everyone else arrived shortly thereafter. I met Zonker, as well as Eric, Key, Yabu, Elisson, Denny, and Velociman. Damn it, today started 20 hours ago. I am missing someone, and I can’t figure out who. Oh well, send me a flaming hate mail and I will correct the error of my ways.
After lunch we headed back to the hotel to change. I hedged my bets from my earlier entry and brought along a shirt and tie, which I donned with misgivings about having my ass melt off. The service itself was actually a pleasant surprise. No fire and brimstone, which I am extremely grateful for. The preacher gave everyone an opportunity to speak about Rob if they wanted. A couple of buddies that had known him since high school got up and spoke some nice things about him. Then Livey spoke for a few minutes. She brought along her snakes as well. I hate funerals, so I didn’t hang around inside very long once the thing was over. I hear that they had his ashes in a pretty cool box. Outside I met Catfish, Dizzy Girl, and several other bloggers whose urls escape me at the moment.
We all headed over to the celebration which was in full swing by the time we got there, since most of us wanted out of the fucking monkey suits. I still have my ass but I swear I lost five pounds in sweat. I got to meet Sam and Stacey. They are both really nice and met us down on River Street later in the evening. Stevie was there, but I never got a chance to introduce myself. Maybe next time. I met lots of other people in Rob’s family, as well as some other bloggers, but apparently that short-term memory loss is taking it’s toll so I won’t try to list them tonight.
As I said before, we did head down to River Street and hung out for a couple of hours. Probably would have stayed longer but they closed the damn place on us. After that, several folks got together back at the La Quinta, but by that time my head was pounding, I felt like I wanted to puke, and couldn’t even eat much of anything. I just crashed at the hotel. I ended up sleeping about two hours later than I wnated to on Friday, so didn’t pull out of Savannah until about 7am. I had a nice time even though I felt so bad, and am looking forward to going to Helen in the fall, perhaps I will actually open my mouth once or twice. I put in for my next vacation this morning (my bosses were thrilled about that one) and am planning my week around Helen (right in the middle so that if I get too shitfaced I have time to recover.
Well, I have to get up for work in five hours, have to take my ass to bed.
…is not something I particularly wnat to do this morning, particularly by myself. I would just as soon stay in bed. Nothing to be done about it though, just need to get my ass moving. I should be there at some point around noon, so may have a little bit of time to look around before going to the service. I think that Zonker and Sam are already there, so I can always look them up once I get there.
Looks like the links to Rob’s Music HAVE been updated. It’s mirrored in several different locations in WMA and MP3. There is also a streaming link, as well as one in flash. I am listening to it for the first time right now. I downloaded it as soon as it was posted. but somehow it just sat there on my hard drive while I did other stuff. Not bad. He had a nice voice and playing was pretty good too. Almost got a little tear in my eye. Must have been dust or something 🙂
I am taking my camera, don’t know how much picture taking time I will get or if I will be able to even post them, but it would be nice to have pictures of some of the folks that I have been talking to, and about, for a couple of years now.
One more smoke and a cup of coffee and I need to get in the shower. If I don’t have a shower before I leave I will feel like shit for the rest of the day. That and there’s always the fact that nobody will want to stand next to me at the funeral.
Once again, when I have nothing else to say, I checked to see the searches that might have led you here.
26 Mar, Sun, 04:06:28 thong thong
Ah, yes. At least I didn’t have one on when I took that picture at work last week. Due to the fact that someone I know might be reading this, I took the picture off flickr.
26 Mar, Sun, 11:17:22 old hippy
I bitch about them occasionally.
27 Mar, Mon, 05:21:22 new pictures of natalie holloway
Have never posted any pictures of her as I can recall, but the discussions on my posts are still going strong.
27 Mar, Mon, 16:31:07 natalie holloway blogs
Ditto the above.
29 Mar, Wed, 18:53:20 things not to say at work
The title of a previous post
31 Mar, Fri, 11:26:54 big fucking snakes
A recent post that also included patchouli smelling hippy motherfuckers.
01 Apr, Sat, 10:39:15 Alabama “Rainbow People”
Same as the last.
02 Apr, Sun, 15:45:48 Huff’s Crime Blog
I link to it, and read it most days.
02 Apr, Sun, 20:03:31 walking for jerry’s kids
Now this is funny. I refer to the above-mentioned pshmf’ers as Jerry’s kids occasionally. You know, Jerry Garcia, the dead hippy.
02 Apr, Sun, 21:46:07 Aruba Natalie Holloway
Yeah, it gets old for me as well, but it does garner a little linkage
03 Apr, Mon, 10:31:13 My wife wears patchouli and I hate it
Damn, you must have a pretty shitty life there dude.
03 Apr, Mon, 23:50:59 “peace mountain road”
As much as I love the mountains, don’t think you will find much peace here today.
04 Apr, Tue, 00:31:24 huff crime blog
See above
04 Apr, Tue, 02:40:32 blogs why Kyle Huff
Ditto
04 Apr, Tue, 10:58:42 are you not supposed to smoke before having bloodwork
WTF? I know that I have posted about seeing the doctor, and have several on smoking, so even though this is a stretch, I can see it.
06 Apr, Thu, 01:44:15 things not to say at work
See above
All in all, basically just the usual bullshit. Nothing extremely striking this time around. Maybe next time someone will find this entry because they are searching for “goat blowing patchouli smelling fags”
Or not.
I spent about an hour dealing with comment spam, had to ban about 50 IP addresses. I’m getting used to it, but I damn sure hate it. I need to figure out how to close comments on posts that are over 30 days old or something.
Worse than that, apparently, I have a troll living under the bridge now. He posted a few messages in a couple of the Natalie Holloway discussions that were pretty rude. They have to be pretty bad if I consider them rude. I suppose I offended him in something that I posted (what a fucking surprise), so he has made it his mission to supposedly make my life miserable. I am actually having a bit of fun with this one, even if he is some single, fat, fucking slob with nothing better to do than to show up his l33t hax0r skills. Oooh. I’m impressed.
Part of the fun has been to be subscribed to 100+ different mailing lists and shit. No big deal, because 90% of them require confirmation, so most of them have just gone into the trashbin unseen. The other stuff has been several posts on the blog. I deleted the initial ones, but made sure to rename him Troll, so that everyone knows who he is. I really didn’t get pissed until he mentioned my children in an IM to me. Now I have decided to find out who he is and make him miserable. To begin with I have been in touch with Comcast’s (his ISP) Internet Abuse people. Waiting for some info from them. Hopefully, he lives close to me. I went ahead and banned his range of IP addresses from Comcast from posting. I thought about adding him to the banned sites in my .htaccess, but if he really has nothing better to do than come here and get pissed off, who am I to stop him from enjoying himself. Personally, I prefer surfing for porn to visiting sites that piss me off. It’s like people that complain about stuff being on TV that hurts their kids or that they think is immoral. Change the channel stupid.
I guess any blog attracts it’s share of people that have nothing better to do than make other people as miserable as they are, particularly blogs that have controversial stuff.
BREAKING NEWS I did manage to get a picture of the stupid fucker and his true identity:
He’s really Michael Moore. You stupid fat fucking slob :>
Not really, but it sounded funny at the time.
Updated 10:30pm. I must have really pissed him off now, he tried to sign me up for a bunch of the Debian Linux mailing lists. What the stupid fuck doesn’t realize is that I have been a Debian user since 2000, and am already subscribed. Even if I weren’t, they are just like the others, and require confirmation.