Friday, May 30, 2008
Labels: Psychotic Ex
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
Is it just me, or do the recent antics of Hussein and FatChick (Obama and Hillary) belong on Photshop? Wanna say everybody between the coast is a bitter clinger, then deny you ever said it? Poof! It's magic. And the true believers will believe it, truly. An uncle liberated Auschwitz, which would have put him in the Soviet Army, but claim he was in the U. S. Army in WWII? No problem there. Hillary under sniper fire. Sure.
Wake me when it's all over.
Anyway, don't worry because Herbert T. Gillis is in command!
Too much exposure to Dobie Gillis explains my babe magnitude.
Monday, May 26, 2008
Gilligan! And this was a good six years before Pure Prarie League, too.
Sunday, May 25, 2008
Have you ever looked, really looked, at a soldier's face? Sometimes it's young, barely
an adult the hopes of youth still painted in its features. Sometimes it's old older
than faith, older than wisdom, older than time. And sometimes...sometimes it's a bit
of both all at once.
Sometimes it's gritty and pained, remembering the face of another who has fallen.
Sometimes it's laughing, pleased to have a moment of peace. Most of the time it's
proud because it knows, oh yes it knows, the world is a different place a
better place because of it.
Next time you look at a soldier's face, see if you can find that glint of pride.
Sometimes it’s hidden, and you have to search it out. You'll find it in the eyes always
in the eyes. For the eyes are indeed the windows to the soul, even a soldier's
And when you've carefully examined every feature of that soldier's face, stand up
straight and tall and smile your best smile. Thank that soldier, because it does what
some cannot or will not. It defends what it believes to be right with it's very life.
But more important, it defends a perfect stranger you.
And when you see a flag covered casket, stand in memorium of all the soldier's faces
you've examined. For when one of them falls, they all fall. And when one of them
stands, they all stand.
Shouldn't we stand with them?
June 2, 2006
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Wednesday, May 14, 2008
Also, that's what martinis were created for. And I've been medicating heavily.
Sunday, May 11, 2008
Next week will be spent bravely weasling my way around sayng "gee, your idea really blows" in a polite, courteous and positive manner. And then go forward with a logical alternatives analysis. Darn that logic.
Chitown sister says I could have a big future as a sarcastic proofreader. Is that true? On a scale of 0 to G.M. Roper ripping on Hillary, how do I rate on the SarcasToMeter? What about the ratio of cynical to sarcastic comments? Has that changed? How so?
At least I have the comfort of a successful kitchen paint touch-up under my belt before heading into the salt mines tomorrow. That an a big, sloppy burger with grilled onions and hash browns from the local diner. Take that, food police! Also, it gives me about two hours betewen this posting and King of the Hill to watch the paint dry. Yay!
Saturday, May 10, 2008
Ran into my sister at the garage. We yakked for a while. Not too much Kumbiyah this time. Called little sister in Chicago and chewed the fat. She advised me the next big technology will be manual. Like abacusesses (abicaii?) and what not. OK then. Back to unicorns and butterflys in the City of Big Shoulders.
Work continues to be the struggle to move to the advanced space age technology of the future. Ya know, it's not a question of logic, cost, benefit, or ease of use. It's a matter of FAITH. The technology that has been chosen will be the technlogy of the future. So it has been written. So let it be done. Those with strategic vision has spoken. In the meantime I think I have successfully dodged Project Management. I sure hope so. If not, I will fall back on this reliable advice:
Of course, we've got our own zealots in my DBMS world. Particularly them hotshots that jump from flimsy concept to coding in one move. Also those driving their chopper through the office shooting up anything developed before they showed up on the scene. Assbags.
Wednesday, May 07, 2008
Well, how 'bout it Marc? And when are you going to load the Solon and Orange mayor into the slammer for participating in Operation Chaos? Huh? We're waiting.
Hic, Haec, Hoc
Hujus, Hujus, Hujus.
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Saturday, May 03, 2008
Now can we please get bigtime notice for a sex scandal? Pleeease? I mean, we're doing the best we can. We did provide the nation with Jerry Springer after all. Can we play in the big leagues, like Spritzer, and that two weiners in a bun guy in Jersey?
In fairness to the local blue section crooks and also libtards in general, here's their flimsy arguments:
- Eve'r body duzzit (Paging Bubba)
- It's fer th' chirrn' (Also paging Bubba)
- Yeahhhh, look, over there, Rumsfeld!
Thursday, May 01, 2008
Still seeing same gal. She's a mystery wrapped in a riddle inside an enigma. A very cute mystery. Aren't they all? Moose and squirrel must die.
Now, turning to the oldies. 42 years later, who knew Johnny Rivers was white?
So, here goes my latest version. This should have an audience of appx. 15 nationwide.
There's a man with belt and with suspenders
Avoid his stupid jokes, they are offenders
With every move he makes
Another kvetch he takes
Odds are he'll be kvetching more tomorrow.
Alta Kocker Man!
Alta Kocker Man!
They've given you a number
And told you to wait for a small rye with seeds sliced.
Well, if you out there think you can do better with your fancy verbs and nounds and objects and subjects and such, have at it!