Good times, Noodle salad
While my company is generally inefficient and lousy, today it was a pleasure. At 5:30 p.m., most people are just now getting out of work, but I have been off since 2. The best part of all is that I don’t have to go back until Monday. Sometimes I’m amazed at the laziness and stupidity of our upper management, but there’s one thing we can count on: they want to leave early, so we get to leave early. God bless America.
Py, I have to say you promised it and you delivered! You said, damn it, I’m going to spend all day Christmas updating the look of wetwired, and behold that which is your masterpiece!
All I can say about the new look is: sizzling HOT!!!!
So to you Py, I say:
Kudos.
A funny thing happened to us last night. A neighbor called the cops. Now I will begin this with the fact that we have been getting little flyers on our cars for the past couple days asking us to move our cars out of our driveway where they are blocking the sidewalk. The letter is as follows:
Dear Neighbor,
This evening on our family walk we came across a vehicle blocking sidewalk access across your driveway. We are one of the many families in the area using wheelchairs and/or strollers during our evening walk and your vehicle forces us to put ourselves, and our pets, into the street and at potential risk. The inconvenience and possible danger have led us to print out this letter to put on every car that blocks a driveway. You are not being singled out and we resort to these letters only after weeks of wheeling down and around illegally parked vehicles. We would greatly appreciate your cooperation in not blocking the sidewalk so that we can all enjoy the beautiful neighborhood we live in.
Thank you for your help,
A concerned neighbor
Now the sidewalk goes through our driveway, and when we have more than one person over, we’ll have cars parked on the sidewalk but still on the driveway. Several nights in a row we
I returned yesterday from a weeklong trip back home. The time spent with my family was mostly enjoyable, but that’s not what I’m writing about.
See, I have always maintained that my posting on Wetwired would be based on what or when I had something to say. If I didn’t have anything to talk about, I would keep quiet. It’s a philosophy I maintain in real life as well. This tends to lead to quiet road trips, as Py can attest.
So, what has gotten my feathers all a-ruffled, you might ask? Well, it started a couple of weeks ago. Back home in BR, the Bethany Church purchased a large space of land to place what would become their global spiritual headquarters. The plans are quite impressive according to Beerslinger, who has seen the plans. To mark the location where the entrance will be, they have erected three very large, very visible white metal crosses. They’re huge- so much so that they can be seen from nearly every direction from quite a ways away. They’re also a bit controversial, as the local talk shows have discussed them and people are taking sides on whether or not these large symbols should have been erected. My thoughts are simple- it’s their land. They own the property, and the crosses are large but far enough back from any roads to not do any damage were they to collapse. Plus, the reasoning is there too- they’re building what will be a very large church on the location. So long as what they do on the land isn’t illegal, it isn’t any of my business what they put on it. Moreover, I don’t really care. I’m not as religious as most people, but I recognize that this is their way of expressing their beliefs in God. Again- their land, their right to do so.
I consider this to be a very reasonable position. If it ain’t against the law, they do what they want. This opinion is not shared by all, however.
One of my friends works at a large firm near the area. This person has informed me that a co-worker has complained to their Human Resources department that they have to pass these large crosses every day to get to work. They are holding the company responsible because the only route to get to their office passes these crosses.
Now, the reasonable part of me looks at this and says “well, there’s nothing the company can do. They don’t own the land, the Church is within their legal rights to put the crosses up and it’s none of the company’s business to deal with the crosses. Ignore the crosses, and you’re going to have a better day. If you can’t, then such is life. You choose to continue to work at the location, then it’s your decision at that point and you cannot hold the company liable.”
That’s the reasonable part of me, anyways. This person disagrees with me, however. In fact, there is talk of a lawsuit.
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Let that sink in for a moment. This person wants to file a lawsuit against the company because a private institution not affiliated in any way with the company has put up three crosses on their own land.
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Okay, now that it’s sunk in a bit I’ll ask the fairly obvious question.
ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!?
Have we as a society become so litigious that someone is willing to sue their own company for something so stupid as this? The most likely result will be that the company settles the lawsuit, to which I say DON’T. If they settle, it opens the floodgates to further stupidity. If they go to trial, the person will lose- plain and simple. That’s if the case even goes to trial. And when that happens, I hope they get fired that same day. Only then will people see the lack of value in pursuing such an incredibly dense plan of action such as this.
Oh, and one other thing- even though the likelihood of that person reading this blog is miniscule, I just want to go on record as saying to this person- you are a fool. You are a whiny, ridiculously foolish imbecile who is looking to make a buck and your actions will hurt the people you work alongside. No good will come from this. But please, go ahead with your lawsuit. I could always use the entertainment.
My thoughts, anyways.
I was a very shy child. I was insecure, awkward, and had the terrible misfortune of growing up in the 80s when neon was in fashion.
To help curb my shyness, my mother enrolled me in acting classes. The other kids in the class were natural thespians, loving the limelight with a flare for the dramatics. I tried to be a wallflower, which was difficult since I was adult-sized in elementary school, and don
Most people get nostalgic over the holidays its just normal. Most of the time, the smells of turkey, eggnog, and pumpkin pie trigger thoughts and feelings that we’d long since forgotten. Our parents always talk about what they miss when they were growing up that has changed. Mine for instance grew up during the late 40s through the 50’s and 60’s. My parents always talked about missing a soda jerk. They always talked about the smell that it had, the smell of a real vanilla coke. They talked about leather stores, walking into a store that had lots of leather items and the smell you got from them. The things they remember I will never experience, but from the way they describe them, so vividly, I’ll always wish I had.
One thing I remember from my childhood was the ending of the multi-level department stores. In my home town we had a department store called Mullers. Each floor was a different department and there was a person that operated the elevator. You’d walk into the elevator and a man dressed up in a nice bellhop style suit asked you which floor. When the elevator arrived he said “3rd floor, Toys”.
You’d thank him and get out and stare in amazement at the department. I don’t remember too much of the place other than I had pictures taken there and the first floor had lots of candies because they had a candy store. It was very early on in my childhood when they closed Mullers down. It was the last of a dying breed, giving way to Super Malls, less centralized stores, and Wal-Mart.
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As many bloggers do this season, they take a slight break from the blogging world. This blogger is one of them. Not to say that I don’t check my mail and check the site from time to time. It’s just that I’ve been busy or preoccupied with cooking or cleaning or running around to parties to bother writing anything substaintial. The other wetwired writers are just as busy hence, no updates. Today I am off to Mount Bonnell here in Austin and then to do some other things so no more updates today, maybe tomorrow if I’m around.
Merry Christmas to you all.
It appears that all of Haloscan is broken. I went to their support forum and there are a rash of people commenting today that its not working.
This was taken from Jim’s site. Thanks for some evil Christmas humor.
An original composition by Jim for your enjoyment. Don’t read this one to the kids:
That pole to the north is a nasty old place
Where elves take their turns sitting on Santa’s face.
Mrs. Claus lays around passing her gasses
while reindeer jerk off with corn cobs in their asses.
The geese are all too scared to sit
They know if they eat they’ll end up on a spit.
The turkeys, all hens, have now formed a coven
To keep their collective ass from the oven.
The angel atop the ol’ Christmas tree
Performs sexual favors, of course there’s a fee.
In the workshop they’re making some last minute dolls
but the Barbies are mad ’cause the Kens have no balls.
The Kringle’s away, in his bathroom he’s toking
The Feds want to know what it is he is smoking.
Rudolph and friends might be ready to fly
But Santa got baked and is already high.
The night wears on long but no Santa appears
So the reindeer put back the corn cobs in their rears.
The elves check in and find Santa a snoozin’
They vacate their jobs and start seriously boozin’.
Will Christmas have to be cancelled then?
No presents, no tree, and no Christmas hen?
What happens when it turns out Santa don’t give a fart?
Don’t worry kids, there’s always Wal-Mart.
Yes, shoot me. Why do people call in to tech support on Christmas Eve?
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Movie star Bruce Willis is planning to honor the $1 million offer he made to the soldier who found Saddam Hussein.
The movie star visited troops in Iraq last month and promised to make the soldier who uncovered the country’s former leader an overnight millionaire.
Willis is now trying to discover who he owes, and says, “It’s a small price to pay. They’re my heroes.”
This is prob. one of the 3rd biggest shopping days of the years, tomorrow being the 2nd. What do I want to do? Go home and sleep. I haven’t gotten much sleep lately and work during the holidays just makes me want to pass out. Egg Nog, turkey, hot chocolate, candies, etc. all add to the lazyness and/or sleep deprivation. Unfortunately I still have a few things to get - last minute for people and damnit I hate fighting the Christmas crowds at the malls. My Christmas shopping usually goes like this:
I drove up to the mall and park near the food court. Why? Because I like entering by the movie theatre and all the food. Ok that and I like to stare at all the highschool chicks. Come on, if they are going to dress like hookers, It’s not like they don’t want you to look.
“Hey baby, I drive a WRX”
“Wow, wanna give me a ride?”
“How old are you?”
“Twelve”
“I’ll come back in 6 years.”
“You sure?” She says as she puts her hands on her ass.
“You’re freaking twelve!”
“But I look twenty…”
“I’d like to introduce you to my friend MJ.. he likes em young…”
So I go on into the mall and look around. There are Christmas lights everywhere, a drunk swinging a bell for the Salvation Army, a Santa who is scaring kids, tons of hot chicks in Victoria’s Secrets….
“Hey, what are you doing? Are you going to buy something?”
“Huh? oh no.. sorry, I was just lost in the moment.”
“What?”
“Never mind, um.. Merry Christmas…”
I decided to go down stairs to the video store, Sun Coast. Land of overpriced movies and S&M looking clerks. I kid you not, the mall by my house has leather clad S&M looking clerks. I’m sure soon as I leave the store they are getting in a harness and slapping each others asses..
Upon walking into the store I spotted my prey; the last copy of Pirates of the Caribbean. I reached my greedy hand towards the movie only to find some lady grabbing it at the same time.
“Hey, that’s mine,” I said.
“I was here first!” She yelled.
“Hey no need for yelling here.”
“I’m NOT YELLING!”
“Whoa, lady, why don’t you let go the movie and take a Prozac.”
“Fuck YOU!”
“Here, take it bitch. Happy fucking holidays to you too.”
I meandered over to the other movies in the store when I overheard….
“My last name is St. Croix-Thomas, not Mrs. Thomas. I kept my real last name for a reason.”
I started walking out and decided to say something, “You know lady, you prove my theory that women who hyphenate their last names are all BITCHES!”
And with that I went into FYE and low and behold, they had a copy of the movie.
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