Realism vs. Optimism
Stumbling along blindfolded with moderate success
Ok people, so what does this look like to you?
Boxes you say? Well that's what they would have you believe. Today strolling through the hallways of the corporate wasteland that I fondly call work, I locked eyes with what any normal person would consider boxes.
But alas, some marketing genius had labeled these company boxes "Records Management".
A box. Records management.......hmmm...... That box company is genius!! Now they can sell the same box that is normally .45 cents for $1.50! With such an important name you could never doubt its usefullness to your operations.
I remember when I used to think that attending college was just about the best thing I could do with my day. I mean, who wouldn't want to immerse themselves in the wisdom of teachers and spend hours discussing things of social and cultural relevance?
That was till I began attending Columbia College.
Sure, there are the highs. Motivating teachers who push me to do my best and inspire me to be greater than I can dream.
But more often than not there are the lows. Hours and hours of sitting in front of someone who looks about as lost as the freshman their first day wandering around the Chicago campus.
Ahhh....Only 18 days till my vacational bliss. At the end of the month I am taking a cruise with a couple buddies to Mexico. I can't friggin wait. This will be my official first real vacation EVER. And I owe it all to my friend VISA. Without whom I would never be able to enjoy a stroll on a Mexican beach, dance around like a jackass, and generally drink until I look like this:
Ok, so I felt a little guilty about posting the picture of Bob and not putting one up of Lenny. As soon as I posted his picture she began lookin' at me with that "It's cuz he's white ain't it" face. Jeez, does she know how to get me. Well, here it is. Now I feel better. And yes, she has half a tail.
Now that concludes the queeriest portion of my blogging career ever. I am now one of those people who post pictures of their animals. Sheesh. But I suppose it could be worse. I could be putting up pictures of my cats dressed in funny little outfits, or worse........Behold:
As some of you may know, this is my cat Bob. Today I am writing a post in his honor because he is really sick.
Goddamn cats....
Really though, they are such a pain in the ass. But alas, I love him and therefore have shelled out the equivelant of my rent money to that no good, comb-over having, creepy pedophile looking veternarian. And all for the love of Bob.
So thats just about it. Everyone send your positive thinking his way for a speedy recovery, or for my financial relief. Goddamn cats......
Here is a pic of Bob in better, fatter days....
The heartwarming story of three inept men and one really odd alien facing the challenges of incompetence together.
"Two nukes up!"- raves White House movie critics.
"A must-see action adventure where you never no what to expect and no one is held accountable!" - Pentagon News
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These, my friends, are our leaders......
Hello all! I thought I would post a clip my mother sent me. She's always really good about finding random liberal stuff online. It is so funny, and see Mom, I told you Will Ferrell was hysterical.
I guess my whole life I have been made to think that a truce was a good thing. I guess I was wrong. To hear it from the Bush Administration, a truce is a admonishment of failure. I thought I wasn't going to have anything new to write about today, but then the CIA authenticated Osama Bin Laden tape appeared on Al-Jazeera and across the globe in milliseconds.
And again I have been amazed at the sheer ignorance of our political leaders. White House spokesman Scott McClellan spoke with reporters today in response to the tapes and discussed Osama's reference to a "truce" among our nations. Now the word in question here is TRUCE. The dictionary defines a truce as:
So I've been feeling kind of bleh lately and haven't really had anything of value to share with you kiddies. And in effect I ended up posting a picture of a kitty.
Maybe it's because I am on school break and only have 999,999 things to do as opposed to 1,545,987 things to occupy my week.
Don't you fear, I'm sure the ball with get rollin' with some new and interesting material once I return to that slacker/stoner/creative type hell hole that prances around in disguise as a college next week.
Until then I thought I'd share a tidbit from the Onion that made me laugh outloud. Yes, I know it is probably in poor taste, but dammit its funny.
Dear Animal Owners:
Dare I ask? What in gods name would make you do this to your cat? I know it's semi-funny when you first see it, but then it slowly becomes sad.
Poor thing. His little kitty boobs are now forever exposed for the world to see.
Have you ever had a moment in your life where you can feel yourself change? Spiritually, mentally, physically, whatever. It's really intense.
Earlier tonight I had such a moment.
Sitting around people and "friends" that I have grown to know over the last few years at my part-time jobs yearly Xmas party, I felt a click in my heart.
For months I have been fighting it. These are people that are slightly amusing, but not earth-shaking. And on some level I feel like I have grown attached to a few of them. Even the people aside, my job itself is pretty sweet. Not only do I have the best bosses in town (financially and patiently) for bar owners, the job itself is pretty cake.