Wednesday, February 24, 2010

Also, the cheap bastards at the MartiniBar, similarly in the People's Republic downsized the martinis.

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Eat Food. Get Gas 

Visited Irv's, on Taylor Road in the People's Republic today for lunch. Not bad. Much less harmful bacteria than the last visit a quarter century ago. Used to eat there after school almost 50 years ago. They rolled out throwback pricing, in my honor. I presume. Very nice. It is physically impossible to cross the borders of Cleveland Heights for any purpose without massive goddamn hate America opinion coming at you from one source or another. Nevertheless, I'll continue to visit Irv's every 25 years regularly, whether I need it or not.

I am halfway convinced to do a spreadsheet pointing out where my in-town sister, the one with FreeCreditReports.com slacker boyfriend has arrogated to him privileges that they hate when exercised by my productive, employed brother in law. The list is too embarrassing and disgusting to post. Y'see, that is what is wrong with the left. It's not like they actually want to even help those they say they want to help. Their objective is to tell you what to eat, drink, drive, play, wear, smoke, watch, and shoot while preserving those rights exclusively for themselves. This is very personal.

Job nibbles are trickling in. The latest is from downstate in a neighboring state. I may be in for big time corn storage.


Monday, February 22, 2010

The job hunt is turning up unusual combinations of skills, and if it says SQL I'll go for it. Also exploring offering up my services in a similar technology as an independent consultant at a low-low-low beat Pune price, 'cause need to get my foot in the door and my face in a Skyline Chili until I can get a couple of years of x-perience under my belt for the new technology. The byteheads in house have been encouraging, which sez a lot 'cause their feet are going to be pounding the pavement for work at the same time I will.

The ex flunked back to the hospital for more surgery after being in rehab a day. This happens all the time. Damn good thing my daughter graduated early from High School. She's already got the better part of freshman year of college under her belt, and I should be able to help through much more before any shiite really hits the fan.

A little excitement on-call last night when tools didn't work as advertised. Had to apply cold, hard logic to the project manager. Damn, that cold hard logic is hard on the knuckles. Martinis tonite, then on to the graveyard shift Wed AM.

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Saturday, February 20, 2010

Last night went well. A little chat with the boss and with one of the other DBAs that had the shift. Tonight we are going to make use of the martini fixings with which I was gifted for VD. Also have obtained three good DVD's for use tonight, during other evening or graveyard shifts, or for external use as medically perscribed. These classics are:

Hoosiers: Gene Hackman and Barbara Hershey (hubba hubba) and Dennis Hopper's (wacka wacka) salute to those shit-kickers next state over in one of the best, if not the best sports movie ever made.

The Family Stone: Just put the dang DVD on and enjoy Sarah Jessica Parker getting shit from a bunch of goddam liberals. At least it's not me. Hey, the Alpha Male, and I do use that term here ridiculously loosely, played by Craig T. Nelson actually can get his ass up in the morning and report to work. Maybe it's not so reality based after all.

The Great Raid: Just a fine damn movie.

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Friday, February 19, 2010

Goal tending production tonight. Mallomars and Cheez It's at the ready. Erica's new blog is lovely, and very meatfull. I've got to update the blogroll. Not much more to say. Dax Montana has dutifully reported these parts as the most miserable city in the USA, per Forbes. Well, what can I say? I've been yammering about our county commission, caught in mid-wallow but yet belolved by all. What can you expect?



Wednesday, February 17, 2010

Big technical breakthrough at home tonight. I needed it 6 months ago. Anybody up for a National Committee to Horsewhip my sister's slacker boyfriend? C'mon gang. The good ones are going fast. GuyK is calling it quits, and Velociman is wandering around somewhere.

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Sunday, February 14, 2010

Nothing more 

romantic on Valentines Day than Microsoft installs. Later, going to make good on that romantic dinner etc. Because nothing gets CaptainSQL ready for etc like software installation. Also, a key piece of hardware is broken. I'm on call this week, but a key feature of the ancient pager mobile technology has gone kaput. Silent mode doesn't work. Here it comes. Get ready. My vibrator is broken.

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Saturday, February 13, 2010

Doing the ugly end of downsizing today, shopping for Med and Dental insurance. Bigass Kumbiyah dinner at my sisters last night. Too disgusting for my meager talents to rant. Acidman is dead and Velociman is on hiatus. So anyone that want to try ranting on libtards can have a swing. Worst of all, I'm on call so soothing martinis will have to wait. Fortunately,
mass quantities of beef are on the way during VD festivities with my girlfriend.

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Friday, February 12, 2010

Tribute to Blogger 

Meryl Yourish, found at the end of the blogroll.

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Thursday, February 11, 2010

Traipsing through the online job listings here, one is struck by how much the opportunities are weighed toward downstate (Red) as opposed to right here (Blue). I guess people really do vote with their wallets and feet. Probably because our local Democrat base thinks with their ass.


Tuesday, February 09, 2010

It's about time 

somebody did this:

I can easily imagine Michelle saying "I am the greatest good you are ever going to get!"

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Thursday, February 04, 2010

Spent the afternoon trying to redeploy at work. Resume writing. Should have stayed awake in English class.

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Wednesday, February 03, 2010

Job hunting while at the bar tonight. Can martinis be written off a job hunting expenses?



Tuesday, February 02, 2010

My daughter sent me this gem.

2 Morals


The ant works hard in the withering heat all summer long, building his house and laying up supplies for the winter

The grasshopper thinks the ant is a fool and laughs and dances and plays the summer away..

Come winter, the ant is warm and well fed.

The grasshopper has no food or shelter, so he dies out in the cold.

MORAL OF THE STORY: Be responsible for yourself!



The ant works hard in the withering heat and the rain all summer long, building his house and laying up supplies for the winter.

The grasshopper thinks the ant is a fool and laughs and dances and plays the summer away.

Come winter, the shivering grasshopper calls a press conference and demands to know why the antshould be allowed to be warm and well fed while he is cold and starving.

CBS, NBC , PBS, CNN, and ABC show up to provide pictures of the shivering grasshopper next to a video of the ant in his comfortable home with a table filled with food.

America is stunned by the sharp contrast.

How can this be, that in a country of such wealth, this poor grasshopper is allowed to suffer so?

Kermit the Frog appears on Oprah with the grasshopper and everybody cries when they sing, 'It's Not Easy Being Green.'

ACORN stages a demonstration in front of the ant's house where the news stations film the group singing, “We shall overcome.” Then Rev. Jeremiah Wright has the group kneel down to pray to God for the grasshopper's sake.

The President condemns the ant and blames President Bush, President Reagan, Christopher Columbus, and the Pope for the grasshopper's plight.

Nancy Pelosi & Harry Reid exclaim in an interview with Larry King that the ant has gotten rich off the back of the grasshopper, and both call for an immediate tax hike on the ant to make him pay his fair share.

Finally, the EEOC drafts the Economic Equity & Anti-Grasshopper Act retroactive to the beginning of the summer.

The ant is fined for failing to hire a proportionate number of green bugs and, having nothing left to pay his retroactive taxes, his home is confiscated by the Government Green Czar and given to thegrasshopper.

The story ends as we see the grasshopper and his free-loading friends finishing up the last bits of theant’s food while the government house he is in, which, as you recall, just happens to be the ant's old house, crumbles around them because the grasshopper doesn't maintain it.

The ant has disappeared in the snow, never to be seen again.

The grasshopper is found dead in a drug related incident, and the house, now abandoned, is taken over by a gang of spiders who terrorize the ramshackle, once prosperous and once peaceful, neighborhood..

The entire Nation collapses bringing the rest of the free world with it.

MORAL OF THE STORY: Be careful how you vote in 2010!!!


I’ve sent this to you because I believe that you are an ant – not a grasshopper! Make sure that you pass this on to other ants. Don’t bother sending it on to any grasshoppers because they wouldn’t understand it, anyway.

Oh well, ten years of the finest Court Ordered Kumbiyah down the crapper. Along with lots of my cash.



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