Who sang the song "The Bitch is Back"? Anyhow, that should be the theme playing throughout the ACC tomorrow night, when that bitch of all bitches, Vince "Air Canada" Carter, returns to Toronto as the disgruntled, crybaby, QUITTER that he has admitted to being.
Oh yes, we have the shirts, the bobblehead, the calendar and the card; we paid good money so there will be no bonfire. We have our higlight memories and our cherished times. Like any bad marriage though, we also have our venom and we want a piece of VC. Air Canada is the right title for that broken down, not living to potential, less than what it advertises itself to be, loser of a prospect.
Understand, if he said he wanted out, to play for a playoff calibre team, to get a ring before his sorry body gave out, we would understand. But to sit on the bench, bitching and moaning like, well, a little bitch and then come alive after a VERY bad trade gets you out of dodge and into a place that would welcome Damon Stoudamire as a saviour, you have to expect that you pissed off quite a few people.
Now, to compound things (no, not clarify as you said) and to rub salt in the wound, you go on TV and say outright that you di dnot have to play to potential and you did not have to give it your all? And you wonder why your teammates did not want to step up? Why oh why would they compare you to MJ? You neither have his savvy business sense, off-court poise nor his respect of the masses.
On court, you cannot wear the man's shoes. Oh, you can jump, we know you can jump (you did jump ship did you not?), but can you stand your ground? MJ took a charge from Shaq. SHAQ!!!! MJ got slapped by the Detroit bullies. MJ played with a stomach flu bad enough that he could not sit upright, did not drink Gatorade, spewed whatever he ate and drank earlier and had to be INFUSED with fluids at halftime. All of that was during a finals playoff game. But, you would know about that would you quitter? You would have to make it past the first round to experience that. I guess you will NEVER know that feeling.
Welcome home Vince! Bend over, drop trou and take the licks you richly deserve.
Peace!
SLAM! Sports - Basketball Toronto Raptors - Feel free to give Carter his just boos
Thursday, April 14, 2005
What do you believe?
I think you all know full well my stance on the pissants known as molesters. I have to admit that I am still at a lost of the case of Wacko Jacko and these boys he allegedly molested. And, I must say, until all the facts are known (and we really will NEVER know all the facts), no one can truly have an opinion on this.
Again, you just need a decent vision to see the man is a freak, behaves erratically and is not normal. In his defence he has NEVER led a normal life. That alone is not something to convict him with. the words of obviously money hungry people are not enough either. He has alcohol and dirty magazines in his house? Uhm, ok, totally normal. The fact that he cannot have a normal relationship (Lisa Marie Presley is FAR from anything normal) means that he has only his two hands to fall back on (or into as is the case). Don't you think we would have hung him already if the pronogrpahic material was child-related? Damn Skippy.
The thing that I keep going back to is the various so-called witnesses. People don't report orgies, drug parties, tax evasion and illegal aliens. They do not stand by as a grown man gives fellatio to a child in a hallway!!! Give me a %*&^%(*&%*& break people. There is not enough money for me to turn my head and say I saw nothing; I could not do that for an unwarranted beating much less this.
In the following exceprt from the Canoe link of this post, you will notice that the defence lawyer zipped his lip and let the prosecution's witness hang herself with her BS:
During more than four hours of testimony, defence lawyer Thomas Mesereau did not make a single objection. Prosecutor Ron Zonen, however, instructed the witness several times to answer his questions briefly instead of offering lengthy, sometimes off-topic answers.
FOUR HOURS and she is an incoherent mess. She is a welfare fraud artist. She is known to have tried extorting money from other celebrities. Hello?!?! Credible witness my ass!!
I still lay the blame on the parents of all these kids. Don't give me any sorry ass crap about you though your kids were safe. Maybe for the first batch of kids that worked. After the first suspicions, Michael would be sleeping in bed with me before he got a chance at my child. And I assure you, anything funny would have ended up in my own personal touch of surgery.
Ciao.
CANOE -- JAM! Music: Mom of Jackson accuser claims confusion
Again, you just need a decent vision to see the man is a freak, behaves erratically and is not normal. In his defence he has NEVER led a normal life. That alone is not something to convict him with. the words of obviously money hungry people are not enough either. He has alcohol and dirty magazines in his house? Uhm, ok, totally normal. The fact that he cannot have a normal relationship (Lisa Marie Presley is FAR from anything normal) means that he has only his two hands to fall back on (or into as is the case). Don't you think we would have hung him already if the pronogrpahic material was child-related? Damn Skippy.
The thing that I keep going back to is the various so-called witnesses. People don't report orgies, drug parties, tax evasion and illegal aliens. They do not stand by as a grown man gives fellatio to a child in a hallway!!! Give me a %*&^%(*&%*& break people. There is not enough money for me to turn my head and say I saw nothing; I could not do that for an unwarranted beating much less this.
In the following exceprt from the Canoe link of this post, you will notice that the defence lawyer zipped his lip and let the prosecution's witness hang herself with her BS:
During more than four hours of testimony, defence lawyer Thomas Mesereau did not make a single objection. Prosecutor Ron Zonen, however, instructed the witness several times to answer his questions briefly instead of offering lengthy, sometimes off-topic answers.
FOUR HOURS and she is an incoherent mess. She is a welfare fraud artist. She is known to have tried extorting money from other celebrities. Hello?!?! Credible witness my ass!!
I still lay the blame on the parents of all these kids. Don't give me any sorry ass crap about you though your kids were safe. Maybe for the first batch of kids that worked. After the first suspicions, Michael would be sleeping in bed with me before he got a chance at my child. And I assure you, anything funny would have ended up in my own personal touch of surgery.
Ciao.
CANOE -- JAM! Music: Mom of Jackson accuser claims confusion
Justice?
In one of the most visible examples of crime in the city, Louise Russo was hit by a stray bullet in an attempted hit gone wrong. Finally, after a year, the four men responsible have been arrested and charged with attempted murder.
Justice will only be served if these bastards are takinf of the streets so that they cannot be available to try to get it right. Knowing our wussy-assed justice system though, they'll get mostly time served simply waiting to be prosecuted.
*%^$*%!&(@^#)*^@)*(#$(
Peace.
Pulse24 - Toronto's News
Justice will only be served if these bastards are takinf of the streets so that they cannot be available to try to get it right. Knowing our wussy-assed justice system though, they'll get mostly time served simply waiting to be prosecuted.
*%^$*%!&(@^#)*^@)*(#$(
Peace.
Pulse24 - Toronto's News
Blame it on the rain.
As you may have noticed, I changed the template again. Only this time, it is not as drastic a change. I found that the Ochre version of the Minima template was a bit on the darker side still with not enough of the contrast needed to tell what was a link and waht was not. I will enlist the help of MsMittens and Mossy Stone to try and manipulate the existing parameters in the current template. When I get some other more pressing things settled, I will look into moving my blog to something I have more control over the design with. Maybe I can bribe MsMittens to give up a day of riding to play some Halo, eat some BBQ and teach. :)
Ciao.
Ciao.
Every little bit counts!
Once again, the Amber Alert system (named after Amber Hagerman) that is utilized in Canada has worked to help the helpless; a young child.
In this case, it was a six-week old baby girl that was abducted by her mother, former model, Playboy playmate, really bad B-movie actress and mental patient, Lisa Heughan. The abduction, while bad on its own, casts a very bad light on the abilities of the Children's Aid Society to protect the children in its care. You see, the baby was being visited by the mother AT the CAS office and she walked out with the child from there and took off.
Thankfully, this story has had a happy ending as the child was found fairly quickly thanks to the Amber Alert being issued; mom was arrested and charged with abduction.
So, the link in this post will take you to a site I saw on the awful CTV News (I was surfing, leave me alone). The site has code that i hope you will add to your own websites and blogs. It is a ticker tape script that will display current Amber Alerts for all of Canada and it also allows others to get to that site from your ticker.
Finally, if you look in the right column on that site, you will also see that a new addition to the alert system will be starting soon. Alerts can now be sent to you phone, blackberry, email inbox and pda (if so equipped). It may seem like another text nuisance but it is a small price to pay where the reward could literally be the saving of a young life.
I hope you will join me in supporting this effort.
Peace, Love and Happiness to all.
CodeAmber.org - The Web's Amber Alert System
In this case, it was a six-week old baby girl that was abducted by her mother, former model, Playboy playmate, really bad B-movie actress and mental patient, Lisa Heughan. The abduction, while bad on its own, casts a very bad light on the abilities of the Children's Aid Society to protect the children in its care. You see, the baby was being visited by the mother AT the CAS office and she walked out with the child from there and took off.
Thankfully, this story has had a happy ending as the child was found fairly quickly thanks to the Amber Alert being issued; mom was arrested and charged with abduction.
So, the link in this post will take you to a site I saw on the awful CTV News (I was surfing, leave me alone). The site has code that i hope you will add to your own websites and blogs. It is a ticker tape script that will display current Amber Alerts for all of Canada and it also allows others to get to that site from your ticker.
Finally, if you look in the right column on that site, you will also see that a new addition to the alert system will be starting soon. Alerts can now be sent to you phone, blackberry, email inbox and pda (if so equipped). It may seem like another text nuisance but it is a small price to pay where the reward could literally be the saving of a young life.
I hope you will join me in supporting this effort.
Peace, Love and Happiness to all.
CodeAmber.org - The Web's Amber Alert System
Wednesday, April 13, 2005
Woman drops Wendy's finger lawsuit
With thanks to Mossy Stone for this link, I bring you another tale of greed from the sue-happy USA. Ever since that senile old fool, who needed guidance to know to have the good sense NOT to stick a cup of boiling coffee into her...pelvic region, was given millions for her failing faculties, there has been a steady stream of people trying to get money out of hard working restaurant types.
Hmmm, what do we have here? Hair? Rat Droppings? Fingernail? Bottle cap? Pills? Meat? Little toe? Finger?
Come on people. What ever happened to simply dashing out the door and leaving the cheque on the table? It is not enough to get a free meal anymore, you have to make a career out of it? I'm sorry but if they did not make the damn laws so loose and make lawyers so rich and powerful, this would not be happening. Hmm, I think I will have to park what I think about judges and lawyers.
Anyhow, I am all for taking the restaurant to task for screwing up, but let's get some common sense going. What do you think they do at Wendy's anyhow? Have you seen any heavy machinery there? Do you think Dave would allow REAL meat in that chili?
Stop the madness and get some sanity back into the litigation process and stop allowing these psychos ruin things for the rest of us. Yes ma'am, I will have the Spicy Chicken combo and lemonade (unless it is that lite crap, then make it a Sprite), super sized, and DW will have a Mandarin Chicken salad with a Diet Coke, natch!
TheStar.com - Woman drops Wendy's finger lawsuit
Hmmm, what do we have here? Hair? Rat Droppings? Fingernail? Bottle cap? Pills? Meat? Little toe? Finger?
Come on people. What ever happened to simply dashing out the door and leaving the cheque on the table? It is not enough to get a free meal anymore, you have to make a career out of it? I'm sorry but if they did not make the damn laws so loose and make lawyers so rich and powerful, this would not be happening. Hmm, I think I will have to park what I think about judges and lawyers.
Anyhow, I am all for taking the restaurant to task for screwing up, but let's get some common sense going. What do you think they do at Wendy's anyhow? Have you seen any heavy machinery there? Do you think Dave would allow REAL meat in that chili?
Stop the madness and get some sanity back into the litigation process and stop allowing these psychos ruin things for the rest of us. Yes ma'am, I will have the Spicy Chicken combo and lemonade (unless it is that lite crap, then make it a Sprite), super sized, and DW will have a Mandarin Chicken salad with a Diet Coke, natch!
TheStar.com - Woman drops Wendy's finger lawsuit
Council for Biotechnology Information
I saw this lady on Breakfast Television the other morning an it intrigued me. Anything that can help the farmers find a new avenue for sales is a good thing. I honestly have not read through everything, but I think it was worth a post in any case. Let me know what you think.
Ciao.
Council for Biotechnology Information
Ciao.
Council for Biotechnology Information
Tuesday, April 12, 2005
One for the crew in BF Everett!
OK, I am admittedly not an enamoured fan of Coronation Street (since Y&R is THE best soap in the world, PERIOD!!!). I have to say that I totally found this story funny because not only did the wedding of poor old Prince Charles and his second pick get bumped by the unfortunate timing in the death of the Holy Father, but they also lost out to the PRETEND wedding on a soap opera?
I could go into a rant about the death of the monarchy and how the money saved in paying those folks to sit on their ass, hunt quail and feed the dogs food better than their subjects eat could be put to much better use. However, I really do not have the time or energy to do so. I'll put it off for another day.
Actually, that just gave me an idea. I will modify the template so that there is a parking lot in the column. Those of you who teach will know what that means right away. Basically, when the topic drops off target (like this post) or you think of something but cannot deal with it right away, you put it in the parking lot so that you remember to get back to it later, but it allows you to get back on track now. Consider the death of the monarchy parked.
Ciao.
CANOE -- JAM! - Soap wedding beats royal nuptials in ratings
I could go into a rant about the death of the monarchy and how the money saved in paying those folks to sit on their ass, hunt quail and feed the dogs food better than their subjects eat could be put to much better use. However, I really do not have the time or energy to do so. I'll put it off for another day.
Actually, that just gave me an idea. I will modify the template so that there is a parking lot in the column. Those of you who teach will know what that means right away. Basically, when the topic drops off target (like this post) or you think of something but cannot deal with it right away, you put it in the parking lot so that you remember to get back to it later, but it allows you to get back on track now. Consider the death of the monarchy parked.
Ciao.
CANOE -- JAM! - Soap wedding beats royal nuptials in ratings
Friday, April 08, 2005
Morning Funnies
TALKING DOG FOR SALE
A guy is driving around and he sees a sign in front of a house:
"Talking Dog For Sale."
He rings the bell, and the owner tells him the dog is in the backyard.
The guy goes into the backyard and sees a Labrador retriever sitting there.
"You talk?" he asks.
"Yep," the Lab replies.
"So, what's your story?"
The Lab looks up and says, "Well, I discovered that I could talk when I was pretty young, and I wanted to help the government;so I told the CIA about my gift, and in no time at all they had me jetting from country to country, sitting in rooms with spiesand world leaders, because no one figured a dog would be eavesdropping. I was one of their most valuable spies for eight years running. "But the jetting around really tired me out, and I knew I wasn't ! getting any younger so I wanted to settle down. I signed up for a job at the airport to do some undercover security work, mostly wandering near suspicious characters and listening in. I uncovered some incredible dealings and was awarded a batch of medals. I got married, had a mess of puppies, and now I'm just retired."
The guy is amazed. He goes back in and asks the owner what he wants for the dog.
"Ten dollars." The guy says,
"This dog is amazing. Why on earth are you selling him so cheap?"
"Because he's a liar. He didn't do any of that shit."
***Thanks to ChristineS for this funny***
A guy is driving around and he sees a sign in front of a house:
"Talking Dog For Sale."
He rings the bell, and the owner tells him the dog is in the backyard.
The guy goes into the backyard and sees a Labrador retriever sitting there.
"You talk?" he asks.
"Yep," the Lab replies.
"So, what's your story?"
The Lab looks up and says, "Well, I discovered that I could talk when I was pretty young, and I wanted to help the government;so I told the CIA about my gift, and in no time at all they had me jetting from country to country, sitting in rooms with spiesand world leaders, because no one figured a dog would be eavesdropping. I was one of their most valuable spies for eight years running. "But the jetting around really tired me out, and I knew I wasn't ! getting any younger so I wanted to settle down. I signed up for a job at the airport to do some undercover security work, mostly wandering near suspicious characters and listening in. I uncovered some incredible dealings and was awarded a batch of medals. I got married, had a mess of puppies, and now I'm just retired."
The guy is amazed. He goes back in and asks the owner what he wants for the dog.
"Ten dollars." The guy says,
"This dog is amazing. Why on earth are you selling him so cheap?"
"Because he's a liar. He didn't do any of that shit."
***Thanks to ChristineS for this funny***
The return of the morning funnies!
Well, it is a return for the folks that I used to email it out to; it is new to you all, my blogging buds (sounds like a curse phrase).
Enjoy!
____________________________________________________________________________________
TEES
Taking a wee break from the golf course, Tiger Woods drives his new Mercedes into an Irish gas station.
An attendant greets him in typical Irish manner, unaware who the golf pro is... "Top o' the mornin to ya".
As Tiger gets out of the car, two tees fall out of his pocket.
"So what are those things, laddie?" asks the attendant.
"They're called tees," replies Tiger.
"And what would ya be usin 'em for, now?" inquires the Irishman.
"Well, they're for resting my balls on when I drive," replies Tiger.
"Aw, Jaysus, Mary an' Joseph!" exclaims the Irish attendant. "Those fellas at Mercedes think of everything”
***Thanks to BobH for today's joke***
Enjoy!
____________________________________________________________________________________
TEES
Taking a wee break from the golf course, Tiger Woods drives his new Mercedes into an Irish gas station.
An attendant greets him in typical Irish manner, unaware who the golf pro is... "Top o' the mornin to ya".
As Tiger gets out of the car, two tees fall out of his pocket.
"So what are those things, laddie?" asks the attendant.
"They're called tees," replies Tiger.
"And what would ya be usin 'em for, now?" inquires the Irishman.
"Well, they're for resting my balls on when I drive," replies Tiger.
"Aw, Jaysus, Mary an' Joseph!" exclaims the Irish attendant. "Those fellas at Mercedes think of everything”
***Thanks to BobH for today's joke***
Thursday, April 07, 2005
So, he was worried about his job??!?!
OK, tell me that something is not screwed up with people in the United States of America and that this guard shot not be brought up on charges and thrown in jail, be treated like a molester and suffer the same.
I DARE you to tell me that!
CANOE -- JAM! - Guard says he saw Jackson molest boy
I DARE you to tell me that!
CANOE -- JAM! - Guard says he saw Jackson molest boy
Today's Idiot! - Ladies First
Well, here we are again Goof Fans, some more prize goofs to ogle at and ridicule.
Let's start with "Baby on Board". Now, I realize that this is a holdover from a different decade, and i realize that it actually has some worth, but (like car alarms) its significance has been so abused over the years that no one pays any attention to it. I have, not today but in the past, seen really ignorant parents with this sign up in or on their vehicles warning people that they should be careful driving AROUND this vehicle. Hmmm, what about the dangers inside the vehicle? What dangers, you ask? Well, on more than one occasion, the parent or parents are SMOKING with the infants in their care seat. Oh, God forbid it be raining or cold outside because, you got it, the windows remain up!!!
Still with BOB, we have the lady in the black Jetta today. If the child needs attention, then pull over and attend to the child. DO NOT, in the middle of rush hour traffic, while you are in motion, turn around to do something to the child's face or arm! Any warmer weather and she will hvae the sporties and cyclists to deal with in addition to today's traffic.
Next on today's list would be the gimp in our parking garage. She drives a red Pontiac POS Grand Prix. The car is obviously too wide for her wide...abilities as she insists on parking so frickin' close to the yellow line that when I deliberately park beside her, she will have to open the windows to get in. She seems to have an aversion to the two large poles to the right of the vehicle. I will let you draw your own conclusions on that note.
I'll throw in a male for balance sake. He is one of many people I have observed in the last day or so that are suicidal. Folks, when crossing the street, how about looking at the traffic coming TOWARDS you before you get to the middle. At THAT point, feel free to look in the other direction at the new traffic coming towards you. All the time, I see folks step off the curb looking at the other side of the street, oblivious to the oncoming traffic. Students are also still stupid about the fact that you are not brave sauntering across the street; you are seriously stupid. Maybe it is like avarian flu or something and they can be given something to compensate.
Finally, today's supreme bright folks. Turning onto Don Mills Road from O'Connor, I end up behind a POS Toyota Corolla. It is piloted by what seems to be a student and her equally dim-witted friend in the passenger seat. Both of them are yapping away and smoking and thinking themselves Paris Hilton, when they really look more like Motel 6 (the one they do not take care of in the hills). I would speculate as to why they need three open boxes of nose tissue on the back deck, but I would be mean and digressing from the story.
So, as anyone who has travelled this route knows, when you come down the hill, you merge with the north offramp and continue around the corner into the south onramp. People tend to merge quickly; these two linger. So, I start to make my move as the car passes on the right and the twit cuts in front of me putting TR right on their bumper. They apparently thought I did them some wrong, even though I signalled before them and was in the lane before they were. So, little miss anti-hottie in the passenger seat decides to salute me. ME?!?!? I think not. So, I return the gesture in kind and decide I will stay behind them until my exit instead of going around them. I also decided against getting out of TR and making their morning by having a 300lb black man pound on their window ask them WTF was their collective Motel 6 (the shabby kind) problem.
Instead, I admittedly rode a bit closer than I normally would, but hey, it IS rush hour and there is no room for not tailgating as any such room is quickly filled by someone trying to get there faster. Well, the Dried-Powder Puff duo decides that I was tailgating and even had the nerve to point to the well-adjusted sign above that said not to perform such a heinous act. My emotionless, sunglassed visage just ignored them.
Now, fixated on the large truck and the larg black man in said truck tailgating them, dumbass number one starts turning around to look at TR. Uhm, girlie, the lane you are now sliding into alreayd contains a car. If you studied school as much as that cancer stick in your face, you would realize that matter cannot occupy the same time/space as other matter. Bad things tend to happen when one attempts to circumvent the law. Dumbass does pull back in time, several times, but continues to be obsessed with my truck. She even tries the old step on the brakes real fast trick; doesn't work with a 4x4, anti-slip and ABS though. Next! Oh, let's drive slower than the other lanes so he'll go around; sister, I have all day and I am enjoying my tunes.
Here's an idea, beeyatch!, how about you learn the rules of the road, then apply them to the actual road and you would not get yourself in trouble. I am sure both your trailer trash mothers are proud. Maybe they have a part for you on Trailer Park Boys. Naaah, I think they have standards on that fine show and even in pretend land there is nothing as skanky as you two. Bon Voyage, Bitches!
Peace!
Let's start with "Baby on Board". Now, I realize that this is a holdover from a different decade, and i realize that it actually has some worth, but (like car alarms) its significance has been so abused over the years that no one pays any attention to it. I have, not today but in the past, seen really ignorant parents with this sign up in or on their vehicles warning people that they should be careful driving AROUND this vehicle. Hmmm, what about the dangers inside the vehicle? What dangers, you ask? Well, on more than one occasion, the parent or parents are SMOKING with the infants in their care seat. Oh, God forbid it be raining or cold outside because, you got it, the windows remain up!!!
Still with BOB, we have the lady in the black Jetta today. If the child needs attention, then pull over and attend to the child. DO NOT, in the middle of rush hour traffic, while you are in motion, turn around to do something to the child's face or arm! Any warmer weather and she will hvae the sporties and cyclists to deal with in addition to today's traffic.
Next on today's list would be the gimp in our parking garage. She drives a red Pontiac POS Grand Prix. The car is obviously too wide for her wide...abilities as she insists on parking so frickin' close to the yellow line that when I deliberately park beside her, she will have to open the windows to get in. She seems to have an aversion to the two large poles to the right of the vehicle. I will let you draw your own conclusions on that note.
I'll throw in a male for balance sake. He is one of many people I have observed in the last day or so that are suicidal. Folks, when crossing the street, how about looking at the traffic coming TOWARDS you before you get to the middle. At THAT point, feel free to look in the other direction at the new traffic coming towards you. All the time, I see folks step off the curb looking at the other side of the street, oblivious to the oncoming traffic. Students are also still stupid about the fact that you are not brave sauntering across the street; you are seriously stupid. Maybe it is like avarian flu or something and they can be given something to compensate.
Finally, today's supreme bright folks. Turning onto Don Mills Road from O'Connor, I end up behind a POS Toyota Corolla. It is piloted by what seems to be a student and her equally dim-witted friend in the passenger seat. Both of them are yapping away and smoking and thinking themselves Paris Hilton, when they really look more like Motel 6 (the one they do not take care of in the hills). I would speculate as to why they need three open boxes of nose tissue on the back deck, but I would be mean and digressing from the story.
So, as anyone who has travelled this route knows, when you come down the hill, you merge with the north offramp and continue around the corner into the south onramp. People tend to merge quickly; these two linger. So, I start to make my move as the car passes on the right and the twit cuts in front of me putting TR right on their bumper. They apparently thought I did them some wrong, even though I signalled before them and was in the lane before they were. So, little miss anti-hottie in the passenger seat decides to salute me. ME?!?!? I think not. So, I return the gesture in kind and decide I will stay behind them until my exit instead of going around them. I also decided against getting out of TR and making their morning by having a 300lb black man pound on their window ask them WTF was their collective Motel 6 (the shabby kind) problem.
Instead, I admittedly rode a bit closer than I normally would, but hey, it IS rush hour and there is no room for not tailgating as any such room is quickly filled by someone trying to get there faster. Well, the Dried-Powder Puff duo decides that I was tailgating and even had the nerve to point to the well-adjusted sign above that said not to perform such a heinous act. My emotionless, sunglassed visage just ignored them.
Now, fixated on the large truck and the larg black man in said truck tailgating them, dumbass number one starts turning around to look at TR. Uhm, girlie, the lane you are now sliding into alreayd contains a car. If you studied school as much as that cancer stick in your face, you would realize that matter cannot occupy the same time/space as other matter. Bad things tend to happen when one attempts to circumvent the law. Dumbass does pull back in time, several times, but continues to be obsessed with my truck. She even tries the old step on the brakes real fast trick; doesn't work with a 4x4, anti-slip and ABS though. Next! Oh, let's drive slower than the other lanes so he'll go around; sister, I have all day and I am enjoying my tunes.
Here's an idea, beeyatch!, how about you learn the rules of the road, then apply them to the actual road and you would not get yourself in trouble. I am sure both your trailer trash mothers are proud. Maybe they have a part for you on Trailer Park Boys. Naaah, I think they have standards on that fine show and even in pretend land there is nothing as skanky as you two. Bon Voyage, Bitches!
Peace!
Monday, April 04, 2005
Today's Haikus
Promote pure drivel.
These letters must mean something,
in Bizarro world!
I am important.
Certificates say I am.
Surely, they don't lie.
Reality bites.
Please do not tell me the truth.
Continue to dream.
These letters must mean something,
in Bizarro world!
I am important.
Certificates say I am.
Surely, they don't lie.
Reality bites.
Please do not tell me the truth.
Continue to dream.
Some people, have no reason...
So, Dilbert is well known for illustrating the various situations and strife that a lot of us experience in our everyday work life. I think I need to buy a few of his books, get permission to republish them, and then I will be able to storybook my last year at work. Barring that, I will simply have to take care to illustrate things in VERY broad scenarios and visions. :)
Now, as a lot of folks know, my pet peeve in life is ignorance. I hate all forms of it though I can deal with the true version, lack of knowledge, by teaching (which I love to do). There are those that hae great difficulty in learning lessons. These people sometimes provide the most fun in my life. As a professional SD, I take great pleasure in tweaking this group of poor saps. Another great pet peeve is those folks who believe that their self-importance is greater than others and seem to want to ensure that others understand that.
Know what's important? Whatever happens to be important. Ask someone with a clue and they could tell you exactly what that is. Ask someone clueless and they will ramble on about something concerning them that they actually believe is important but everyone around them knows is not.
Now, I dare not generalize about a certain group but suffice it to say that in these modern times of ours, SOME folks are far too concerned about the little letters following their name than about the work that needs to be done! Personally, I am more concerned about the work and could give a flying fig about the little letters. I realize that the little letters are important (especially to salary) but I also realize that there is more to it than that. I am all for people attaining certifications and titles and positions, but I rail against that machine that turns these same people into newly minted anal orifices bent on proving their superiority to people who are clearly superior to themselves.
Now, you may think I am embittered because of a current or recent past boss. You would be wrong in that aspect since I have lucked out the last four jobs I have had (mainly because three were managed by the same person in three different companies) and worked with some very cool people (including the present group). No, I am not so much concerned about myself as I am about others that are not so fortunate as myself. I am concerned about those oppressed by micromanaging, meglomaniacal, self-important, clueless nad jobs that happen to have a title and/or some letters after their name. Hopefully, one day, someone will see these people for what they are truly of good use for; anchoring boats.
Peace.
Now, as a lot of folks know, my pet peeve in life is ignorance. I hate all forms of it though I can deal with the true version, lack of knowledge, by teaching (which I love to do). There are those that hae great difficulty in learning lessons. These people sometimes provide the most fun in my life. As a professional SD, I take great pleasure in tweaking this group of poor saps. Another great pet peeve is those folks who believe that their self-importance is greater than others and seem to want to ensure that others understand that.
Know what's important? Whatever happens to be important. Ask someone with a clue and they could tell you exactly what that is. Ask someone clueless and they will ramble on about something concerning them that they actually believe is important but everyone around them knows is not.
Now, I dare not generalize about a certain group but suffice it to say that in these modern times of ours, SOME folks are far too concerned about the little letters following their name than about the work that needs to be done! Personally, I am more concerned about the work and could give a flying fig about the little letters. I realize that the little letters are important (especially to salary) but I also realize that there is more to it than that. I am all for people attaining certifications and titles and positions, but I rail against that machine that turns these same people into newly minted anal orifices bent on proving their superiority to people who are clearly superior to themselves.
Now, you may think I am embittered because of a current or recent past boss. You would be wrong in that aspect since I have lucked out the last four jobs I have had (mainly because three were managed by the same person in three different companies) and worked with some very cool people (including the present group). No, I am not so much concerned about myself as I am about others that are not so fortunate as myself. I am concerned about those oppressed by micromanaging, meglomaniacal, self-important, clueless nad jobs that happen to have a title and/or some letters after their name. Hopefully, one day, someone will see these people for what they are truly of good use for; anchoring boats.
Peace.
Today's Idiot!
What is it about the warmer weather that brings out the asswipes in droves? Today, while approaching an intersection, this goofball in a Chrysler PT Cruiser (which the DW absolutely loathes) decides that whipping out of the Shell gas station in front of DR and other vehciles, across our lanes and turning up into the opposite direction was a smart move. Seeing as most people look to go and get their Tune-ups (including brakes) in the Spring after all the heavy work in the winter, this is especially ASS-inine to attempt on roads with melting snow. Goof!
Let's consider the idiot cousin to the above that thinks, yet again, turning on a red, in front of oncoming traffic, when one does NOT have the right of way, would be a bright idea. What is so seriously wrong with these people?? I tell you, I am a proponent of the idea that there should be mandatory testing of people eery five years to ensure that their skills on the road matches the vehicle with which they intend to operate on said road.
Take, for instance, this wisp of a lady I saw the other day on the way to work. WHY, oh WHY are folks being sold (and the idiots are buying) cars, minivans and trucks that they really need a phone book and foot blocks to operate?? They cannot adjust the seat any further, they cannot move the sterring wheel anymore, the mirrors do not cover the proper angles, they cannot see to backup the vehicle without standing through the sunroof and they do not have a hope in hell of getting a proper line looking over a hood (bonnet) that they could fit two of themselves into. And this is not just women, it is stupid men as well. Honestly, screw freedom. I want to be protected from the goof that will switch lanes and not see me because the door sill is blocking his or her view. The vehicle should never have been ALLOWED to be sold to them in the first place. It is a safety hazard and people should almost be fitted to drive a vehicle like you do a bicycle. Cannot reach the pedal? Tough, this ride is not for you.
Peace.
Let's consider the idiot cousin to the above that thinks, yet again, turning on a red, in front of oncoming traffic, when one does NOT have the right of way, would be a bright idea. What is so seriously wrong with these people?? I tell you, I am a proponent of the idea that there should be mandatory testing of people eery five years to ensure that their skills on the road matches the vehicle with which they intend to operate on said road.
Take, for instance, this wisp of a lady I saw the other day on the way to work. WHY, oh WHY are folks being sold (and the idiots are buying) cars, minivans and trucks that they really need a phone book and foot blocks to operate?? They cannot adjust the seat any further, they cannot move the sterring wheel anymore, the mirrors do not cover the proper angles, they cannot see to backup the vehicle without standing through the sunroof and they do not have a hope in hell of getting a proper line looking over a hood (bonnet) that they could fit two of themselves into. And this is not just women, it is stupid men as well. Honestly, screw freedom. I want to be protected from the goof that will switch lanes and not see me because the door sill is blocking his or her view. The vehicle should never have been ALLOWED to be sold to them in the first place. It is a safety hazard and people should almost be fitted to drive a vehicle like you do a bicycle. Cannot reach the pedal? Tough, this ride is not for you.
Peace.
A new way of doing things.
Hello folks, just wistful me again. After I finished the previous post, DW asks me what is wrong. I sigh and reply, "Nothing" to which she rightfully responds "Liar." I admit there may be something but she can read it in my blog. Now, I know you are immediately thinking this is strange, right? True, except that there is a simple reason I said that; i was needling her for picking another blog to religiously read besides mine.
Yes folks, I have lost DW to the witty reparte of Idol Rant. I apparently am not as interesting as the sly cuts, the vicious rumours and the sexual fantasies of these two watchers of all things Idol. Maybe it is time to rummage in the basement for the old pair of parachute pants and break into song?
Nah, I am not sure I love her THAT much. ;-)
Ciao.
Yes folks, I have lost DW to the witty reparte of Idol Rant. I apparently am not as interesting as the sly cuts, the vicious rumours and the sexual fantasies of these two watchers of all things Idol. Maybe it is time to rummage in the basement for the old pair of parachute pants and break into song?
Nah, I am not sure I love her THAT much. ;-)
Ciao.
They say...
... when life hands you lemons, make lemonade. Ok, so what happens if you go to make lemonade and there is no sugar, and the water is dirty and the lemons are the sourest on the planet? Alright, I am a bit whiny today. I guess it is the fallout of looking back and realizing just where one went wrong to arrive at one's current location. I hate to complain because I am the first to admit that it has been a good ride, a wild one at times but one with more ups than downs. My only regret I guess is a failure to priortize properly and to recognize that certain things had less significance than I gave them.
Ah well, woe is me. In the meantime, I ave to find a way to right the good ship with the DW and to sail on off into the sunset without taking on too much more water.
This is life eh? Well, right now it kinda sucks lemons.
Peace.
Ah well, woe is me. In the meantime, I ave to find a way to right the good ship with the DW and to sail on off into the sunset without taking on too much more water.
This is life eh? Well, right now it kinda sucks lemons.
Peace.
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