Monday, November 24, 2003

Justified? You be the judge.

I seriously think that Charles Booher is my hero. Alright, so maybe some of you think that he may have overreacted just a tad. Bullshit. Let's be honest here folks. What he did was verbalize (well, put in writing) what we all feel, but are too chicken legged to do. Let's take a look at the story. Can you honestly tell me that you haven't even "thought" about doing the same thing?

Charles Booher said he is normally a non-violent person. In his spare time, he writes software programs that he likens to Andy Warhol art projects. The last time the Sunnyvale resident got in a fight, he was 11 years old.

But in May, Booher received one piece of unsolicited e-mail too many. Booher sat down at his keyboard and began firing back e-mail after e-mail threatening to kill the alleged spammer, according to law enforcement officials. On Thursday, federal agents arrested Booher, 44, at his home and charged him with 11 violations of interstate communications.


Arrest him? The man should be canonized. Ok, ok...the way he went about it was probably not so good. You never send an email that can be traced back to you. He's a programmer, he should have known better. Personally, I'm thinking of taking up a collection to help him with his legal fees.

``If I could go back, I wouldn't have done it,'' he said Friday. ``I would have realized sooner that I needed to shut my Web site down, to shut down my e-mail and to re-evaluate the way I was using the Internet.''

Booher said the nature of the spam he received set off an emotional trigger. He said he is a three-time survivor of testicular cancer and that he was bombarded by e-mail and pop-up ads for penile enlargement. No matter what he did, he couldn't get them to go away. ``I wanted them to leave me alone,'' he said.


Geee...looking at the circumstances, I'd say the guy was somewhat justified in his actions. Especially as he did take steps to stop the spamming. Of course, the wimp assed Doug MacKay wouldn't step up to the plate. (Yo Charles...you hold him down and I'll slap him!) Read on.

He first tried to figure out a technical solution. A professional programmer, he said he has a bachelor's degree in physics from the Illinois Institute of Technology, a master's in electrical engineering from Northwestern, as well as certificates in computer programming from the University of California-Santa Cruz and in the history of science from Stanford University.

When the ads wouldn't stop, Booher said he contacted the company, Albion Medical, which appeared to be sending the spam, and asked to speak with Doug Mackay, whose name had appeared on one of the unsolicited advertisements.

``I said, `Will you please stop spamming me so much,' '' Booher recalled. ``He said, `I'd like to try, but it's complicated. I have literally millions of agents out there.' ''

``It started polite, but it went downhill from there,'' Booher said.


Ok..so let's look at the facts so far.

    1. Mr. Booher received insurmountable amounts of SPAM regarding penile enhancement.
    2. Mr. Booher is a three time survivor of testicular cancer.
    3. Mr. Booher tried emailing Mr. Buttface-MacKay to ask him to stop.
    4. Said Buttface declined to help, citing complications. (Did he even look into it? I think not.)
    5. Mr. Booher begain his well justified campain to stop the harassment.


Ah...here we go. The heart of the matter. Chuck has a vivid imagination, bless his little tiny pointed head.

In May, Booher began sending Mackay blood-chilling e-mails. Excerpts from the e-mails were filed with the criminal complaint against Booher. In an e-mail dated June 14, Booher promises Mackay he will ``locate you, disable you using a quick 22 calibre shot to your lower spine and then duck tape. . . . I am going to cut into the left side of your brain using a power drill and an ice pick.


Whew...that would hurt. Do you think it worked? Think again.

``He's obviously a very sick man,'' said Mackay from his office in Canada. Mackay insists his company, DM Contact Management, has nothing to do with spam and has no relationship with the companies who were spamming Booher. In a telephone interview, Mackay said his company handled customer service for Internet companies, answering telephone queries and taking orders. ``We don't deal with any e-mail marketing at all,'' he said.


Woohooo...Mr. MacKay...you are more full of poop (notice I didn't say shit?) than a Christmas turkey. You deny it? Then how do you explain this?

Booher said he threatened Mackay because the tactic seemed to work. ``I would scream at him and it would stop, and then it would start up again, and then I would scream at him again.''


How come the spamming stopped? You still say you had no control over it? What kind of sick moron are you? To allow this kind of thing to be sent to a man who is fighting for his life, THREE TIMES. You have the balls to allow someone to send him advertisements regarding penile enlargement. Well Mr. MacKay, tell me this. Have you ever gone through chemotherapy? Radiation? Had your hair fall out? Worshipped the porcelain god because you have chemicals in your body fighting a war against a deadly disease? Obviously not. You would rather take the position of most upper management and pretend it never happened.

I won't go on in my comments because I'm heading on over to Booher's house to help him in his defense. Before you get your panties in a wad, I don't condone what he did. It was stupid. But I think it was justifiable. Spamming has to stop and those who are condoning in MUST be held responsible. Freedom of speech my ass. Mr. MacKay is a sorry excuse for a wipe-ass human being, if he can even be called that. Hey Charles, I've got several ice picks for you to choose from. come on over for some home cooking and we'll see what we can do to help you out.

Read the full article here.

I've got better things to do. Like go have a Silly String fight with my girls out front. They don't believe in spam. They believe in wearing me down by whining. Dayum..they're good.

Favorite quote of the moment

There's a silly old saying that if you hold a guinea pig up by its tail, its eyes will drop out.
Margie Ann, 9 years old


Acronym of the day

F.I.N.E. Fucked up, Irrational, Neurotic and Emotional

Mood: Invincible (I told you I was F.I.N.E.)
Background noise: Recess

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Shameless Pimping

Ok folks, it's time for some shameless pimping or you could call it, free advertising. I've been working a bit on So It Goes. I've rearranged some things, renamed some others and added some new topics as well as forums. After you've taken a look around, take a look at the poll and cast your vote. If you have the time, please register as well. Let me know what you would like to see on the forums. Just what would it take to bring you back to visit?

The Lighter Side

I thought I'd add a bit of humor to my ramblings today. Got this from my other half in an email. Remember Jeff Foxworthy? Well, here's a complement to his "You Might Be A Redneck If..."

YOU JUST MIGHT BE A BLUENECK IF...

...Instead of referring to two or more people as "Y'all," you call them "you guys," even if both of them are women.

...You think barbecue is a verb meaning "to cook outside."

...You think Heinz Ketchup is really SPICY.

...You would never stop to buy something somebody was cooking on the side of the road. (e.g., boiled peanuts) .

...You don't have any problems pronouncing "Worcestershire sauce" correctly.

...For breakfast, you would prefer potatoes-au-gratin to grits.

...You don't know what a moon pie is.

...You've never had an RC Cola.

...You've never, ever eaten okra -- fried, boiled, or pickled.

...You eat fried chicken with a knife and fork.

...You've never seen a live chicken, and the only cows you've seen are on road trips.

...You have no idea what a polecat is.

...You don't see anything wrong with putting a sweater on your dog.

...You don't have bangs.

...You would rather have your son become a lawyer than grow up to get his own TV fishing show.

...You drink either "Pop" or "Soda"- instead of "Cokes."

...You've never eaten and don't know how to make a tomato sandwich.

....You have never planned your summer vacation around a gun-'n-knife show.

...You think more money should go to important scientific research at your university than to pay the salary of the head football coach

...You don't even have one can of WD-40 somewhere around the house.

...The last time you smiled was when you blocked someone from getting on an on-ramp to the highway.

....You don't have any hats in your closet that advertise feed stores.

...You have more than one professional sports team in your home state.

...You call binoculars opera glasses.

...You can't spit out the car window without pulling over to the side of the road and stopping.

...You don't know anyone with at least two first names (i.e., Joe Bob, Faye Ellen, Billy Ray, Mary Jo, Bubba Dean, Joe Dan, Mary Alice)

...You don't know any women with male names (i.e., Tommie, Bobbie, Johnnie, Jimmie)

...You don't have Maw-maw's & Pawpaw's.

...You get freaked out when people on the subway talk to you.

...None of your fur coats are homemade.

Quick thoughts moving through the wasted space known as my brain

Am I going to have to learn to like boiled peanuts, fried okra and collard greens now that I am moving to Georgia?

Oh, now here's a winner!

Folks, you really have to wonder about the people who were the observers in this little exercise. You would have thought that the smell ALONE would have been enough to give them an idea that this was not a good place to be.

Check it out!

Favorite Feminist Joke

Q. How many feminists does it take to replace a lightbulb?

A. That's not funny!

Got this from Kim du Toit's site and got a good chuckle out of it. I even wrote him back on it. It just struck me as funny. I think because, even though we members of the feminine population don't like to admit it, it's true. Below was my response. Kim, you da man!

I'm sure this will piss off some of the ladies out there, but hey, if you can't take the heat....tell me where I'm wrong.

OMG...that was priceless. I need to learn to not sip coffee while reading your stuff. I just found out what it feels like to have it spew out of your nose.

And it's so TRUE. Of course, you realize another standard response would be "If you don't know the answer to that one, I'm not going to tell you." (effectively letting you know that you are in deep doo-doo, and will receive the cold shoulder until you can learn to read minds).

Did you ever notice how we are able, with certain body movements, and one measly little word [FINE], tell you, in no uncertain terms, to fuck off?

I'd like to stand up and shout "I AM NOT LIKE THAT AND WOULD NEVER DO SUCH A THING", but I'd be a liar.

Thanks for the laugh Kim. You made my day.

Moogie


Too close to home

We've visited this park any number of times. Just another reason I'm glad I'm leaving this God forsaken city/state. Add that to the thousands I already have....... Stuff like this is just too prevalent here. Too much violence. Overcrowding, high cost of living, high jobless rate...it's a wonder more people aren't killed here every day. Bad place to raise the kids.

And don't even get me started on our governor, or the recall race. What a bunch of linguini spined bureaucrats.

Here's the article in question.

News of the Weird

Now it seems that not only do turkeys taste better when they are organically fed, they also are improved (less prone to disease, better taste). Honey, where's that blasted CD. Henry here looks a little boney..we need to plump him up for Thanksgiving or we may as well just eat a cornish game hen.

I'm not making this up. Really.......

Read about it here.

Mood: Happy
Background noise: Gobble, Gobble

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Sunday, November 23, 2003

Sunday Stuff

The trip to Georgia last week was relatively uneventful, except that the directions from the airport to my temporary housing were WRONG. Took me over two hours to find it. And WHY, you might ask, would it take that long? Well, first of all, my home is located just over an hour from the airport. Secondly, it is located in bumcrap Egypt. It takes me over 45 minutes to get from my home (almost an hour) to work. You think maybe, just maybe, they could have found something closer? All in all, it's a nice place. Pretty well equipped. It's just really far out in the stix and the area I have to drive through to get to it doesn't warm the cockles of my heart. Of course, next week I'll be bringing the kids back with me so that will be even more comforting. I keep telling myself that it's just temporary, and it will be over soon. I figure if I keep saying that often enough, I'll believe it.

I went to the school where I want my kids to go. At first I was told that they would have to go to school in Brunswick. I countered with the fact that they were only going to be there 30 days. They wouldn't budge. It amazes me that people who are supposedly out for the children, would see a child moved completely across country, away from all that was familiar, started in a school, only to stay there for 30 days, and then moved to the area of which we plan to settle. Go figure. I found a work-around which I can imagine, most of you can figure out on your own.

There's going to be alot of running around to do this week. Picking up shot records for the kids, gathering up all the paperwork, getting as much as I can crammed in the suitcases for me and the girls. The normal stuff. Oh..that and finishing up inspections on our present house, and doing getting some estimates on a repair to the balcony we have to make.

Michael Jackson Hoopla

I don't know what to believe on this one. It seems to me that folks are out to get him because he does not fit the stereotype of what we call "normal." Don't get me wrong, if he is guilty, string the bastard up by the balls, cover him with honey, and place him next to a behive. But I have to wonder if it is all true. Granted, the man has had more face lifts than Imelda Marcos has shoes. Ok, let's face it. He looks like a woman, minus the hooters, but does all of this make him a child molester?

I was reading a post about this on a forum I visit from time to time and it makes me SICK to listen to people judge him based soley on what they read. That last I heard you were innocent until proven guilty in this country.

Mood: Quiet
Background noise: Full House

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Tuesday, November 11, 2003

Stella Awards

I should know better than to post something from A99 without researching it. Heh...as you can see by this link.

I still stand by what I've said before. Americans are suit happy. The thing is, they get away with it because the judicial systems is so mucked up. Kind of a sad state of affairs.

During my searches about this, I came across an interesting story that I found on one of the other forums about the great "coffee case." Learned something new. Here it is:

The "coffee case" after which these awards are named is famous.....but once you know the facts the lawsuit does not seem quite so frivolous....

Stella Liebeck of Albuquerque, New Mexico, was in the passenger seat of
her grandson's car when she was severely burned by McDonalds' coffee in
February 1992. Liebeck, 79 at the time, ordered coffee that was served
in a styrofoam cup at the drivethrough window of a local McDonalds.

After receiving the order, the grandson pulled his car forward and
stopped momentarily so that Liebeck could add cream and sugar to her
coffee. (Critics of civil justice, who have pounced on this case, often
charge that Liebeck was driving the car or that the vehicle was in
motion when she spilled the coffee; neither is true.) Liebeck placed
the cup between her knees and attempted to remove the plastic lid from
the cup. As she removed the lid, the entire contents of the cup spilled
into her lap.

The sweatpants Liebeck was wearing absorbed the coffee and held it next
to her skin. A vascular surgeon determined that Liebeck suffered full
thickness burns (or third-degree burns) over 6 percent of her body,
including her inner thighs, perineum, buttocks, and genital and groin
areas. She was hospitalized for eight days, during which time she
underwent skin grafting. Liebeck, who also underwent debridement
treatments, sought to settle her claim for $20,000, but McDonalds
refused.

During discovery, McDonalds produced documents showing more than 700
claims by people burned by its coffee between 1982 and 1992. Some claims
involved third-degree burns substantially similar to Liebecks. This
history documented McDonalds' knowledge about the extent and nature of
this hazard.

McDonalds also said during discovery that, based on a consultants
advice, it held its coffee at between 180 and 190 degrees fahrenheit to
maintain optimum taste. He admitted that he had not evaluated the
safety ramifications at this temperature. Other establishments sell
coffee at substantially lower temperatures, and coffee served at home is
generally 135 to 140 degrees.

Further, McDonalds' quality assurance manager testified that the company
actively enforces a requirement that coffee be held in the pot at 185
degrees, plus or minus five degrees. He also testified that a burn
hazard exists with any food substance served at 140 degrees or above,
and that McDonalds coffee, at the temperature at which it was poured
into styrofoam cups, was not fit for consumption because it would burn
the mouth and throat. The quality assurance manager admitted that burns
would occur, but testified that McDonalds had no intention of reducing
the "holding temperature" of its coffee.

Plaintiffs' expert, a scholar in thermodynamics applied to human skin
burns, testified that liquids, at 180 degrees, will cause a full
thickness burn to human skin in two to seven seconds. Other testimony
showed that as the temperature decreases toward 155 degrees, the extent
of the burn relative to that temperature decreases exponentially. Thus,
if Liebeck's spill had involved coffee at 155 degrees, the liquid would
have cooled and given her time to avoid a serious burn.

McDonalds asserted that customers buy coffee on their way to work or
home, intending to consume it there. However, the companys own research
showed that customers intend to consume the coffee immediately while
driving.

McDonalds also argued that consumers know coffee is hot and that its
customers want it that way. The company admitted its customers were
unaware that they could suffer thirddegree burns from the coffee and
that a statement on the side of the cup was not a "warning" but a
"reminder" since the location of the writing would not warn customers of
the hazard.

The jury awarded Liebeck $200,000 in compensatory damages. This amount
was reduced to $160,000 because the jury found Liebeck 20 percent at
fault in the spill. The jury also awarded Liebeck $2.7 million in
punitive damages, which equals about two days of McDonalds' coffee
sales.

Post-verdict investigation found that the temperature of coffee at the
local Albuquerque McDonalds had dropped to 158 degrees fahrenheit.

The trial court subsequently reduced the punitive award to $480,000 --
or three times compensatory damages -- even though the judge called
McDonalds' conduct reckless, callous and willful.

No one will ever know the final ending to this case.

The parties eventually entered into a secret settlement which has never
been revealed to the public, despite the fact that this was a public
case, litigated in public and subjected to extensive media reporting.

Mood: Thoughtful
Background noise: Even Steven

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Belkin disables router spamming feature

It seems that Belkin has had second thoughts and in reponse to all of the negative feed back they have been getting from their customers (like they didn't see that coming), have decided to give users the option of disabling the feature.

Belkin will be offering a firmware upgrade that will be available to download from its website November 17, 2003.

I'm still struggling with the fact that they did this in the first place.

Here's the link to the story.

Mood: Irritable
Background noise: Alan Jackson: Where I come from

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The Pussification Of The Western Male

(No, I did not come up with this title)

This was an essay written by Kim du Toit, a self-described writer/raconteur/grouch. While parts of the essay may have merit, I feel we need to look at a few things that Mr. du Toit points out.

First off, take a look at the essay in full, digest it, and come back to the editorial. It's a lot to take in and I know that when I first read it, I was fairly sure that the author was smoking some of those funny smelling cigarettes, but after taking more of an in-depth look at him and his site, I realize that he is a man that who has serious convictions about a lot of subjects and is not afraid to put them on paper. I may not always agree with him (ok, mostly I don't) but you have to admit he's not afraid to put it all out there.

That being said, here is the essay in full.


We have become a nation of women.

Don't you think that's a rather gross generalization? As far as I know, men still exist (unless my husband has been lying
to me all of these years and his name is really Charlene).
Oh, perhaps you were speaking rhetorically?


It wasn't always this way, of course. There was a time when men put their signatures to a document, knowing full well that this single act would result in their execution if captured, and in the forfeiture of their property to the State. Their wives and children would be turned out by the soldiers, and their farms and businesses most probably given to someone who didn't sign the document.

Whenever I read about things like that in history, my opinions were always split in half. On the one hand, I'd like to admire the male for standing up for what he believes in. On the other, it bothers me that he would make that decision, knowing what would happen to his family.


There was a time when men went to their certain death, with expressions like "You all can go to hell. I'm going to Texas." (Davy Crockett, to the House of Representatives, before going to the Alamo.)

I always liked that line.


There was a time when men went to war, sometimes against their own families, so that other men could be free. And there was a time when men went to war because we recognized evil when we saw it, and knew that it had to be stamped out. There was even a time when a President of the United States threatened to punch a man in the face and kick him in the balls, because the man had the temerity to say bad things about the President's daughter's singing. We're not like that anymore.

We're not? Well, didn't we recognize the evil in Sadam Hussein? Aren't we in Iraq trying to help rebuild the country after their people had to live under years of tyranny? Aren't we still on the hunt for weapons of mass destruction? Aren't we busy looking for Bin Laden? I could go on, but you get my drift.

Are you honestly trying to say that we should support the idea of a President of the United States threatening a man who said his daughter didn't sing well? Is that the kind of message we want to send to our children? Mom, Johnny said that he didn't like the color of my pants so I kicked him in the balls today.


Now, little boys in grade school are suspended for playing cowboys and Indians, cops and crooks, and all the other familiar variations of "good guy vs. bad guy" that helped them learn, at an early age, what it was like to have decent men hunt you down, because you were a lawbreaker.

The kids are suspended for coming to school with knives, and bats, and even guns...any instruments that would be considered a danger to the other children. Unfortunately, there are children out there who will hurt other children and this is a way to help ensure saftey. I don't know about Texas, but here in California, kids still do play cops and robbers, etc. at school, but just not with "weapons." They play it at home as well. Just come to my house and spend a couple of hours. Parents play a big part in teaching their kids about abiding by the law. The fact of the matter is, sometimes, it fails. No matter how much you teach a child, there are always some that will turn out bad and end up taking multiple weapons to a school and blow other children and teachers away just as if it were the opening of hunting season.


Now, men are taught that violence is bad -- that when a thief breaks into your house, or threatens you in the street, that the proper way to deal with this is to "give him what he wants", instead of taking a horsewhip to the rascal or shooting him dead where he stands.

See, the thing is, thieves tend to come in to your house with guns, or other weapons. I think the whole premise behind "give him what he wants" is more of a warning to act with caution. Hey, if I hear the thief break in and see him before he sees me (along with my trusty sidekick, Samm (.357), you can be sure that if he isn't flat on his face kissing the pavement when I tell him to, he'll be seriously considering a sex change operation when I'm through with him.


Now, men's fashion includes not a man dressed in a three-piece suit, but a tight sweater worn by a man with breasts.

Now, warning labels are indelibly etched into gun barrels, as though men have somehow forgotten that guns are dangerous things.


I prefer the casual look anyway. I never thought a three-piece suit on a man was all that sexy. Kind of makes them look prudish if you ask me. I keep picturing them in a salon, getting their nails done. I shudder when I think of men with breasts. I must admit to not seeing much of that here, but hey, to each his own. Women have them, why can't men?


Now, men are given Ritalin as little boys, so that their natural aggressiveness, curiosity and restlessness can be
controlled, instead of nurtured and directed.


Um, sorry pal, you missed the boat on that one. Little boys are given Ritalin because the school system is too quick to put a label on children. Ever heard of ADD/ADHD? They refuse to treat the problem when a child doesn't fit a particular model. "He's not behaving, here give him this drug. That'll make him better." (sad thing is, parents give in this way to easily)

And you know what that does? The little boy becomes a man and nobody has helped him deal with his "problems." Pretty soon, he stops taking the drugs, because, what the hell, they don't work anyway. Then, he can't hold a job, he starts using other types of drugs that are much worse. Then he goes into your house to rob you so that he can get a fix. Then you come downstairs and blow his face off. "Shoot him dead where he stands" is what I believe you said.


And finally, our President, who happens to have been a qualified fighter pilot, lands on an aircraft carrier wearing a flight suit, and is immediately dismissed with words like "swaggering", "macho" and the favorite epithet of Euro girly-men, "cowboy". Of course he was bound to get that reaction -- and most especially from the Press in Europe, because the process of male pussification Over There is almost complete.

How did we get to this?

In the first instance, what we have to understand is that America is first and foremost, a culture dominated by one figure: Mother. It wasn't always so: there was a time when it was Father who ruled the home, worked at his job, and voted. But in the twentieth century, women became more and more involved in the body politic, and in industry, and in the media --and mostly, this has not been a good thing. When women got the vote, it was inevitable that government was going to become more powerful, more intrusive, and more "protective" (ie. more coddling), because women are hard-wired to treasure security more than uncertainty and danger. It was therefore inevitable that their feminine influence on politics was going to emphasize (lowercase "s") social security.

I am aware of the fury that this statement is going to arouse, and I don't care a fig.


Good lord, I'm having flash backs of burping, belching, scratching and farting contests. I think that in a lot of cases, America looks to moms because, essentially, it is "Mom" that brings us up, guides us, holds us when we hurt. I'm not sure whether you wrote that statment for shock value, or if you really believe it. Cause fury? Quite the opposite. The idea intrigues me, not because I like it but because, try as I might, I can find no correlation beetween women voting and the power of government. I'd like to see specific examples before I made up my mind, but I don't think they exist.


What I care about is the fact that since the beginning of the twentieth century, there has been a concerted campaign to denigrate men, to reduce them to figures of fun, and to render them impotent, figuratively speaking.

I'm going to illustrate this by talking about TV, because TV is a reliable barometer of our culture.

In the 1950s, the TV Dad was seen as the lovable goofball -- perhaps the beginning of the trend -- BUT he was still the one who brought home the bacon, and was the main source of discipline (think of the line: "Wait until your father gets home!").


Heh, in my house, Mom took care of it immediately, and then we had to tell Dad when he got home. The anticipation of that was enough to do you in. Dad never added to the punishment, but telling dad that you screwed up was much worse.

If you take a look at the economy today, you will see why it's not only just Dad that brings home the bacon. Take California for example. The cost of housing alone is justification for both parents working. Hav you seen the schools here? They suck. So if you want your child to have a good education you need to send them to a private school. Most families don't have the luxury of only needing one parent to work. You have to do what's best for your kids.


From that, we went to this: the Cheerios TV ad.

Now, for those who haven't seen this piece of shit, I'm going to go over it, from memory, because it epitomizes everything I hate about the campaign to pussify men. The scene opens at the morning breakfast table, where the two kids are sitting with Dad at the table, while Mom prepares stuff on the kitchen counter. The dialogue goes something like this:

Little girl (note, not little boy): Daddy, why do we eat Cheerios?
Dad: Because they contain fiber, and all sorts of stuff that's good for the heart. I eat it now, because of that.
LG: Did you always eat stuff that was bad for your heart, Daddy?
Dad (humorously): I did, until I met your mother.
Mother (not humorously): Daddy did a lot of stupid things before he met your mother.

Now, every time I see that TV ad, I have to be restrained from shooting the TV with a .45 Colt. If you want a microcosm of how men have become less than men, this is the perfect example.

What Dad should have replied to Mommy's little dig: Yes, Sally, that's true: I did do a lot of stupid things before I met your mother. I even slept with your Aunt Ruth a few times, before I met your mother.

That's what I would have said, anyway, if my wife had ever attempted to castrate me in front of the kids like that.

But that's not what men do, of course. What this guy is going to do is smile ruefully, finish his cereal, and then go and fuck his secretary, who doesn't try to cut his balls off on a daily basis. Then, when the affair is discovered, people are going to rally around the castrating bitch called his wife, and call him all sorts of names. He'll lose custody of his kids, and they will be brought up by our ultimate modern-day figure of sympathy: The Single Mom.

You know what? Some women deserve to be single moms.


I haven't seen that commercial, but the next time you do, give me a call. I'll hold your ammo for you.

Society today has a strong focus on health. With all of the advances in medical technology, we have found ways of improving our health and living longer. In order for "food related" companies to survive during these times, they need to market their product accordingly. While I wish the folks at Cheerios had found a different way to do that, I can see where they are coming from.

I agree with you that cutting your spouse down in front of the children is a flat out no-no. No arguments there. But don't blame the woman for the man not being able to keep his willy in his pants. The man needs to have the guts to stand up to his spouse and verbalize his feelings about her behavior, not just lick his wounds with a blonde bimbo, who likely doesn't know the difference between a typewriter and a nail file (no more brains than a box of rocks comes to mind). If he doesn't have the guts to try to fix the problem, or "trying" doesn't work, then he needs to rustle up some chutzpah and remove himself from the situation.

People tend to rally around either the mother or the father when an affair is discovered. It depends on who is doing the "stepping out." The sympathy is always going to go to the victim.

Divorce, for whatever reason, sucks. It's worse when there are kids involved. The problem herein lies with the parents who tend to use their children as weapons, instead of stepping back from the situation and analyzing what would be best for the children, rather than how best to hurt the other spouse. In the past, the law has tended to give the mother custody of the children, and the father, visitation rights. Over the past few years, that attitude has been changing but it definitely has a long way to go.


When I first started this website, I think my primary aim was to blow off steam at the stupidity of our society.

Because I have fairly set views on what constitutes right and wrong, I have no difficulty in calling Bill Clinton, for example, a fucking liar and hypocrite.


AMEN! Next........

But most of all, I do this website because I love being a man. Amongst other things, I talk about guns, self-defense, politics, beautiful women, sports, warfare, hunting, and power tools -- all the things that being a man entails. All this stuff gives me pleasure.

Mostly I started mine just to put things down on paper. Didn't matter what. I talked alot about my family in the beginning, then that kind of spread off to other things. In alot of cases, it became a place to vent out my frustrations in whatever way I wanted. I have an insane urge to put "it" down on paper. I just haven't figure out what "it" is yet. I've really just started. Got a long way to go.


Yes, the men are, by and large, slobs. Big fucking deal. Last time I looked, that's normal. Men are slobs, and that only changes when women try to civilize them by marriage. That's the natural order of things.

Real men, on the other hand, have big fucking mean-ass dogs: Rhodesian ridgebacks, bull terriers and Rottweilers, or else working dogs like pointers or retrievers which go hunting with them and slobber all over the furniture.

Women own lapdogs.


Yes, they are. Marriage doesn't change that. Perhaps there are women out there who are dumb enough to try, but they'll fail, hands down.

As far as the dog comment...I don't like lap dogs. Never have. I've got a Basenji/Cattledog mix that pretty much follows me around everywhere. She goes at about 20 lbs, comes up to about my knee, and is one little tough cookie. Of course, (that rock comment is coming to mind again) she doesn't always show how smart she is. We had a balloon stuck outside on a bush in front of the house and she barked at it until the wind blew it away. She holds her own with the other dogs, no matter what size/breed, and if you mess with her family, you'll be getting a birds eye view of what her teeth look like (and feel like).


Which is why women are trying to get dog-fighting and cock-fighting banned -- they'd ban boxing too, if they could -- because it's "mean and cruel". No shit, Shirley. Hell, I don't like the idea of fighting dogs, either, but I don't have a problem with men who do. Dogs and cocks fight. So do men. No wonder we have an affinity for it.

I don't have a problem with men boxing. If men are stupid enough to let themselves get battered in the head until they have no brain cells left, then that's their decision. It's their choice. The animals don't have a choice. They are forced to fight. If they don't they become seriously injured, and in many cases, dead.


Speaking of rap music, do you want to know why more White boys buy that crap than Black boys do? You know why rape is such a problem on college campuses? Why binge drinking is a problem among college freshmen?

It's a reaction: a reaction against being pussified. And I understand it, completely. Young males are aggressive, they do fight amongst themselves, they are destructive, and all this does happen for a purpose.

Because only the strong men propagate.


Whoa, wait a second. Where is your justification for that association? The rise in rape and drinking, as well as other things can be blamed on society as a whole. The drinking and drug usage has risen over the years, and is even more prevalent in our schools, sometimes starting as early as grade school. That's where the education needs to start. By excusing the male behavior because of your so called theory of male pussification, (think Ritalin) you are masking the real problem at hand. The education of things such as this, starts at home, and is strengthened at school.

Now, here's your beer...go watch some football. I'll help the kids with the homework and cook some dinner. Just as soon as I find my shoes......

Mood: Irritable
Background noise: Printers

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Monday, November 10, 2003

The countdown officially begins

Well, today the had my going away luncheon and it was really fabulous. I was overwhelmed. There were 37 people that showed up. I could hardly believe it. The food was wonderful and I saw people that I hadn't seen in quite some time. My husband, brother and his fiancee were invited as well. I got a beautiful crystal dish, complete with a lid, with my name inscribed on it, as well as "We will miss you, November 14th, 2003" (the date will be my last day there). I was very touched. I think that was the point that marked the beginning of my countdown. There is no turning back now.

Paperless Society

Uhhhh...where?

What would we do without email? I mean, come on. How many of us have had a work stoppage when our email was down? It amazes me. We use the telephone alot less these days because it seems to be easier to just zip off an email.

Of course, the powers that be state that this is one of the engines that enables us to have a paperless society. Pardon me, how long have you been taking those mind altering drugs? I don't know about the rest of you but it certainly doesn't work that way when your customer is the Navy (or any Government entity). We may have email, and use our computers extensively, but I still have PAPER files. I have two bookshelves right now, filled completely with binders that keep records of everything. And alot of them go way back to when God invented dirt. I won't even talk about the file drawers I have. You know, those stupid one's that lock up when you try to open up more that one drawer at a time?

So, I don't get it. Paperless society? Yeah..in your dreams pal.

Over at OWW, the old man's place, the origin of Midget Terrorist is finally revealed.

My Mad Friend from Texas informs me that he did not originate the term "Midget Terrorists". That one was invented by the cartoonist Berkely Breathed, in the strip "Bloom County".

Credit where credit is due....


I say horse shit pucky. The modeled that after my kids. They were the inspiration. Mr. Breathed, I'm going to sue your arse pants off. Then I can retire early. Think I'm kidding? Look at these Stella awards posted by my friend A99 over on one of the forums I'm an administrator at.



STELLA AWARDS 2002

It's once again time to review the winners of the annual Stella awards.

The Stella's are named after 81-year-old Stella Liebeck who spilled coffee on herself and successfully sued McDonalds. That case inspired the Stella Awards for the most frivolous, successful lawsuits in the United States.

Unfortunately the most recent lawsuit implicating McDonalds, the teens that allege that eating at McDonalds has made them fat, was filed after the 2002 award voting was closed. This suit will top the 2003 awards list without question.

5th place (Tied)
A jury of her peers awarded Kathleen Robertson of Austin Texas $780,000 after breaking her ankle tripping over a toddler who was running inside a furniture store. The owners of the store were understandably surprised at the verdict, considering the misbehaving toddler was Ms. Robertson's son.

5th place (Tied)
19-year-old Carl Truman of Los Angeles won $74,000 and medical expenses when his neighbor ran over his hand with a Honda Accord. Mr. Truman apparently did not notice there was someone at the wheel of the car when he was trying to steal the hubcaps.

5th place (Tied)
Terrence Dickson of Bristol, Pennsylvania was leaving a house he had just finished robbing by way of the garage. He was not able to get the garage door to go up since the automatic door opener was malfunctioning. He could not re-enter the house because the door connecting the house and garage locked when he pulled it shut. The family was on vacation and Mr. Dickson found himself locked in the garage for 8 days. He subsisted on a case of Pepsi he found and a large bag of dry dog food. He sued the house owner's insurance claiming the situation caused him undue mental anguish. The Jury agreed to the tune of $500,000.

4th place
Jerry Williams of Little Rock, Arkansas was awarded $14,500 and medical expenses after being bitten on the buttocks by his next-door neighbor's Beagle dog. The Beagle was on a chain in his owner's fenced yard. The award was less than sought because the jury felt the dog might have been a little provoked at the time, as Mr. Williams who had climbed over the fence into the yard was shooting it repeatedly with a pellet gun.

3rd place
A Philadelphia restaurant was ordered to pay Amber Carson of Lancaster, Pennsylvania $113,500 after she slipped on a soft drink and broke her coccyx (tailbone). The beverage was on the floor because Ms. Carson had thrown it at her boyfriend 30 seconds earlier during an argument.

2nd place
Kara Walton of Claymont, Delaware sued the owner of a nightclub in a neighboring city when she fell from the bathroom window to the floor and knocked out two of her front teeth. This occurred whilst Ms. Walton was trying to sneak out of the window in the Ladies Room to avoid paying the $3.50 cover charge. She was awarded $12,000 and dental expenses.

1st place
This year's runaway winner was Mr. Merv Grazinski of Oklahoma City, Oklahoma. Mr. Grazinski purchased a brand new Winnebago motor home. On his trip home from a football game, having driven onto the freeway, he set the cruise control at 70 mph and calmly left the drivers seat to go into the back and make himself a cup of coffee. Not surprisingly, the RV left the freeway, crashed and overturned. Mr. Grazinski sued Winnebago for not advising him in the owner's manual that he could not actually do this. The jury awarded him $1,750,000 plus a new Winnebago Motor Home.

The company actually changed their manuals on the basis of this suit just in case there were any other complete morons buying their recreational vehicles.


Obviously, you don't know me.

Mood: Happy
Background noise: Hey Arnold

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Sunday, November 09, 2003

Aaack!

It's Sunday evening and other than having a rather large group of midget terrorists in my living room, there is nothing going on.

I've really gotten nothing done this weekend, at least not what I had planned. I still have my suitcase to unpack...it's sitting there calling me. But the voice of reason asks: What are you unpacking for, you'll just have to fill me up in a week?

I should probably get that done, and then clean up the kitchen a bit. My husband and I decided to be lazy today. It's a good feeling. We did pretty much NOTHING all day. The kids played outside, lounged around, we played games...nothing earth shattering. Now, they are playing with a gaggle of friends and I'm up here telling myself to get busy. Not that it's doing any good. Damn suitcase is stubborn. Won't unpack itself.

My boss came to me and asked who I wanted to invite to my going away luncheon. I tried to tell her that I didnt' want one, but that didn't go over well. It's understandable, I've been there 21 years, so I caved. I gave her a small list...and after talking to her on Thursday...looks like the list isn't small anymore. I guess one could say that's a compliment to me...a testimonial of how much I was liked. I keep thinking..."oh God...how am I going to hold it together?."

An interesting diagram

Parents may want to keep this away from their kids...at least until they are out of their house.



Mood: Silly
Background noise: Children Laughing

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Spam: Do Not Contact Me, Ever

I read an interesting article in eWeek this morning.

All over the world, companies are bracing for the possibility that angry customers—weary of answering phone calls from strange salespeople during their dinner hours and opening e-mail boxes filled with pornography—will test the limits of their right to privacy by filing a lawsuit. The customers may even have the force of law on their side.


We've already got some "Do Not Call" regulations in place and it seems we are trying to add "Do Not Spam" to the list as well.

In September, California Gov. Gray Davis signed the nation's toughest statewide legislation to date regulating the sending of electronic spam. The law, which Long Island, N.Y.-based Publishers Clearing House is watching carefully, gives residents the right to sue anybody that sends them unsolicited commercial e-mail and establishes fines of $1,000 per message, or as much as $1 million. It is scheduled to take effect January 1.


There would be a database set up, much like the "Do Not Call" registry, which would severely limit the use of email to sell services or products. It is said that it will be difficult for companies to comply with these new regulations because there is no clear cut definition of "recipients consent."

Let's get real here. Do you really think that this will change things? I fear that most likely, it will have little or no impact on spammers because, as the article states, "they are difficult to find."

Truth in advertising needs to be enforced. History shows us that the FTC has been lackadaisical in enforcing it. Spammers would need to get rid of any misleading statements in their emails. If they advertised that their product was new and improved, then they would need to clearly prove that, in advance.

Marketers would like us to believe that the implementation of this regulation would violate their "Freedom of Speech." After all, no one is forcing us to listen. My argument is if I have to pick up the phone to listen to them, or delete an email, then I am being forced to listen. I did not ask them to call or email me.

I read a discussion on this and one reader put it best: "They are free to 'speak' all they want, just not in my home, in my ear or in my Inbox."

Mood: Reflective
Background noise: Scooby Doo

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Programmer or Killer?

Can you tell the difference? I got a 7/10.

TAKE THE TEST

Mood: Calm
Background noise: Jimmy Neutron

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Some fun for kids

If you tease her with the mouse pointer on her chest or stomach she will purr, and I got her to meow also by rubbing her forehead with the pointer. If you make a slow circle around her body, not only will her head/eyes follow your pointer, but toward the top, her paw will go up, and when in front of her paws at the bottom, her foot comes out like she wants to play with your mouse pointer. . ... Enjoy!

The Cat

Mood: Happy
Background noise: Chattering Children

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Midget Terrorists

Something could be said about having boys vs girls. I'm not sure what it is as I have been cursed blessed with having two girls. I was so happy. Just think, two girls, pink dresses, pretty little bows in their hair, black patent leather shoes, clean little faces, impeccable manners.

I'm sad to report that my children suffer from an error in genetic coding. That whole chromosome thing must have got messed up. I think my girls must have the qq chromosome. Either that or the powers that be were feeling humorous and decided to play a game with me.

I've got two girls, currently 9 and 5, and while they like to play dress up, and play with dolls (they abhor Barbies at the moment, unless said Barbies are naked and they are playing with them in the bathtub) the rest of them is all boy.

Dirt is something to be played in, not avoided. They climb trees, wrestle with their buddies, and only have to look at mud to get dirty.

Take this morning for instance. My daughters were bringing their hands up to their mouths and blowing on them, essentially having a contest to see who could make the loudest farting noises.

What is it about bodily noises that amuse children so much?

I guess I should be thankful they don't walk around the house in boxers, belching, farting and scratching themselves.



Mood: Relaxed
Background noise: Splashing water

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The last hoorah

Well, this is it folks. The beginning of my last week here in California. I've mixed emotions about it but feel it's the right thing to do. Tomorrow will be my going away luncheon at work and pretty much the rest of the week will be spent cleaning out my desk, passing on files and binders, cleaning up my data on my computer and getting it ready to transfer to my new computer in Georgia. That and spending a lot of time getting things coordinated for the move.

Now...on to more important stuff!

Illegal Immigrant Workers Sue Wal-Mart

FREEHOLD, N.J. - Nine illegal immigrants who worked as janitors at Wal-Mart until they were arrested during federal raids last month have sued the company, accusing it of discrimination

The nine say they were paid lower wages and offered fewer benefit because they are Mexicans, and they accuse Wal-Mart and its cleaning contractors of failing to pay for overtime, withhold taxes or make required workers' compensation contributions.


There is something definitely wrong with this picture. First off, does the word "illegal" not mean anything to anyone? They were lucky to have a job at all. If they were in the country legally, then I would say they have a right to sue.

According to the lawsuit, Wal-Mart employed cleaning contractors "with full knowledge" that they paid illegal immigrants less than legal workers.

"Wal-Mart must have known about these violations," the immigrant's lawyer, Gilberto Garcia, told The New York Times. "If these people are going to work at Wal-Marts, then Wal-Mart and its contractors should abide by the labor laws."


Whether Wal-Mart knew or not is not an issue. Since they hired the contractors, they are ultimately responsible. You know the saying...shit rolls downhill? Well, in business, the stinky stuff rolls uphill as well.

Do the labor laws actually apply to someone who is in the country illegally?

"Clearly, hungry lawyers are converging on these illegal immigrants as if they were accident victims," Williams said. "We have seen absolutely no evidence showing that Wal-Mart did anything wrong."


Sounds something like ambulance chasers.

She acknowledged that Wal-Mart has received a letter from federal prosecutors warning that it faces a grand jury investigation into illegal immigrants employed at its stores. An employer can face civil and criminal penalties for knowingly hiring illegal immigrants or failing to comply with certain employee record keeping regulations.


Yes, and the Wal-Mart and the contractor should be held accountable for hiring illegal immigrants. But being sued for labor violations? The pieces of the puzzle just don't fit here.

Mood: Giddy
Background noise: Grim and Evil

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Saturday, November 08, 2003

A houseful of MT's

We decided to let the kids have a friend over for an "overniter." Of course, that's not all that unusual in this household. It seems like we have that almsot every weekend. If not that, we have a group over for lunch or dinner. I don't really mind. It makes them happy and keeps them occupied. I just gotta wonder why I keep doing this to myself though. Heh...I think it started when the doctor dropped me on my head. That would explain alot of things. (twitch, twitch)

And on tonight's menu

Since the kids have a friend over (did I mention how grateful I was that it was only one friend?) the menu for tonight's dinner is going to be simple. Hot dogs and fries, etc...for them, and sloppy joes and fries for us. Of course, what overniter would be complete without fresh, homemade brownies? Speaking of which, I'd better get myself in gear and start cooking before they start coming out of the woodwork and chewing on my ankles.

Mood: Relaxed
Background noise: One of the kids CDs...a mixture of artists

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Egypt Bans Jim Carrey's 'Bruce Almighty'

You've GOT to be kidding me. I read this one over on OWW and had to post about it over here. (the McDonald's post was purely coincidental, we posted at the same time, this one was a deliberate swipe from his blog)

The text in bold below are excerpts from the article itself. My comments, such as they are, are in italic.

CAIRO, Egypt - Egyptian authorities have banned the Jim Carrey (news) film "Bruce Almighty," saying the comedy infringes on God's sacredness.

Uh...scratching head...isn't this a "commedy?" I don't remember anything in the movie that actually took a swipe at God, quite the opposite really.

Madkour Thabit, who heads the state-run censorship body responsible for audio and visual productions, criticized the movie Friday for featuring "actors playing the role of God."

"The name of the movie — 'Bruce Almighty' — indicates that there is someone who can do anything and everything," Thabit said in a statement faxed to The Associated Press. "Such traits belong only to God."


Scratch, scratch, scrath (maybe I need a different shampoo). Let's just recap. This movie is fiction, it's a commedy, it has ACTORS, playing ROLES. Where in the movie does it state, or even insinuate, that these characters are real?

Here is the article in full.

Looks like they already banned The Matrix Reloaded back in June. I'm suprised that they haven't banned the Teletubbies yet. After all, the esteemed Reverend Falwell has stated that Tinky is gay because he carries a "purse" and the "gay pride symbol" adorns the top of his head. I think Falwell should move to Egypt. He'd fit in better.

Mood: Slightly Grouchie
Background noise: Barking Dog


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Motorists get mad, rams police car

Oh yeah...now here is a woman who's brains have definitely gone south and are residing in her butt. That would explain why they were out of commission during this incident. People complain about illegal immigrents being able to obtain a California Driver's License but what about this idiot? Some people shouldn't be allowed behind the wheel. Good going Ms. Garnett. Guess you need to up that dose of Prozac some, eh?

Check it out.

Wonder if she was married. Could you imagine the telephone call from her to her husband, explaining just why he needed to bail her out of jail?

Mood: Alert
Background noise: Teen Titans

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Kissing ban considered for Moscow metro

Uh...remind me again why I live in the United States? Ok, blatent groping, heavy petting, things of that nature...I could see. But just giving a peck on the cheek to your mate or a quick hug? Hello? I'm wondering if this ban extends to holding hands. At the rate they are going, you won't be able to hold your kids on your lap.

MOSCOW, Russia (Reuters) -- Couples caught kissing on Moscow's underground rail system could be fined under new regulations being considered by city authorities while those going too far could face jail, a newspaper's Web site said on Friday.

The kissing ban could even extend to a husband embracing his wife, Stolichnaya Vechernyaya Gazeta said on its Web site.


Here's the article.

Mood: Thoughtful
Background noise: Duck Dodgers

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Saturday morning

Well, it's time to leave the confines of my desk and do something productive. Perhaps I should think about unpacking my suitcase from the last trip. Then again....

More on dreams

Ok...what does this mean? Last night I dreamt that a bull was trying to come through my front door. True to form, I couldn't get the damn door shut and locked and it kept poking its head through. I'm beginning to believe that Freud would have a field day with me.

McDonald's Decries Webster Over 'McJob'

I was just surfing a bit and came across this story. It's seems that McDonalds has a beef (no pun intended) with Merriam-Webster's Collegiate Dictionary and their definition of the word "McJob".


CHICAGO - McDonald's says it deserves a break from the unflattering way the latest Merriam-Webster's Collegiate Dictionary depicts its job opportunities. Among some 10,000 new additions to an updated version released in June was the term "McJob," defined as "low paying and dead-end work."


A spokesman for McDonald's is also concernced that "McJobs" closely resembles McJOBS, a program that trains mentally and physically challenged people.

Looks like there may be some legal issues that will be popping up. It will be interesting to watch how this pans out.

For the full story, look HERE.

Mood: Melancholy
Background noise: Evil Con Carne

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Friday, November 07, 2003

WTF was I thinking?

I've been working at the same company in the the same location on the same program, minus about 6 months (a ton of different progressive jobs) for 21 years now. Why in God's name am I moving? No WAIT! Why in God's name am I moving across country to start a new job, working for people I have little knowledge of, leaving behind my good friends and everything is familiar to me?

It sounded good at the start? I was pretty confident there was no way that I would be picked because there were quite a few candidates applying for the job? (true statement)

I hate change. Change is evil. What have I gotten myself into?

Mood: Agitated
Background noise: Silence

Help! my Belkin router is spamming me

I got this story from OWW, who found it via slashdot. You've got to be kidding me!? What's going to happen next? Am I going to have to worry about my printer automatically spewing out advertisements? When is this all going to stop? Belkin is run by a bunch of hippie pinko commie pigs with no more market sense than an infant in a business suit.

This will create a huge stink, and Belkin sales will plummet. We're currently looking at going wireless and it doesn't take a genius to figure out who we won't be doing business with.

Read here to see what has my panties in a wad.

I gotta stop sleeping

Either that or maybe I should see a psychiatrist. I've been having these really strange dreams, not bad mind you, just strange.

I must fall asleep thinking over all of the things that I need to do. The night before last I was dreaming that the moving van had come and these extremely HUGE, not necessarily intelligent men were carrying the stuff to the truck. All of a sudden I didn't want to move and started hauling stuff out of the truck and screaming at them to put it all back. They kept telling me that they couldn't do it because I had to move. (did I mention I was in my pajamas?) I kept taking stuff out of the truck, and they kept putting it back in. Finally, one of them hauled me up and threw me into the truck, and locked it up.

Fast forward....we are in Georgia and I am in temporary housing (strange, it looked like my house now). I am trying to get ready for work but having no luck. I can't seem to move fast enough. I'm watching the clock and realizing that I'm never going to make it to the first day of my new job on time. I finally finish, and hop into the car and speed of towards the base. It's only as I approach the gate that I realize that I don't have my badge. Before I could explain to the guards, a bunch of marines had surrounded my car and started screaming at me to get out. I remember vividly that they were all carrying larger than life guns.

I guess that wasn't as bad as the time that I dreamt I was picking up the straws off the cafeteria floor at work because they didn't have any in my temporary housing.

The other night I woke up wondering if they had hangers in the closet or not.

They're coming to take me away, haha, hehe, hoho!

Sunday, November 02, 2003

Sunday morning

Well, here we go to the start of another week which promises to be nothing short of painful, I would imagine. There is just a whole lot of stuff to do in an entirely too short of a period of time. I am learning to get by with a few hours of sleep at night, and the remainder of time, making up to do lists in my mind.

I'll start posting here more as I have some time. It's been a seriously long time.