It's amazing what you can do when you put your mind to it. Look at George Bush. I voted for him. He is a mumbling blithering orator or lack of orator. Like a male Great Dane and a female Chihuahua. It's just not going to happen. But yet the guy gets elected twice. He beat the male Great Dane to female Chihuahua ratio. Who does that anyway?
Yesterday I was confronted with a thought of stupidity. It wasn't my idea of course, it was a girls. She was giving me a life lesson. Showing me the error of my ways. I tried to speak english but it was apparent that she was speaking woman. I brought in a translator. He is still having mental issues. It's bad enough to work with someone like that without being chewed for being lazy. I am lazy. Like a snail with chains on his gastropodatious slime and a mental thing on his head saying "You can't move. You will fail you sickening excuse for a insect kingdom member." who just got his antenna cut off by his friends who also said, "You uni-antenna like freak! You are so slow, they coined backwards, degression, and the musical piece retardo de opus after your likeness!". Yes, that lazy.
This guy wasn't lazy, he was amazing and no one should admire him: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ignaz_Trebitsch-Lincoln
Friday, July 20, 2007
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
Magic Cool Aid and Long Underwear
Have you ever drank cool aid and you think it's grape James Warren "Jim" Jones cyanide-laced grape flavored kool aid, but it's really just plain strawberry? Or maybe you've frequented a Mexican restaurant that you feel is hurl friendly but really was rated a 10 out of 11 by the "mystery shopper magazine for conservative Latino food eaters"?
This is what happened to me today. I asked myself, "Self, is this magic kool aid or just plain strawberry? Is this 10 out of 11 or a barfoni fiesta?" It turns out it's probably a good donut, a clean diaper.
My manager said that since I was going he may want to do contract work with me. Skepticism took its toll. I wanted in, but not to be left in the oven at 450°. I feel this could be a good thing. I could start a business. It's what I have always wanted. I feel I must leave this in the hands of God. He knows when to shut the oven off and when to flip over the hash rounds.
Check out the Halo 3 flick at the top of the blog. It's good.
This is what happened to me today. I asked myself, "Self, is this magic kool aid or just plain strawberry? Is this 10 out of 11 or a barfoni fiesta?" It turns out it's probably a good donut, a clean diaper.
My manager said that since I was going he may want to do contract work with me. Skepticism took its toll. I wanted in, but not to be left in the oven at 450°. I feel this could be a good thing. I could start a business. It's what I have always wanted. I feel I must leave this in the hands of God. He knows when to shut the oven off and when to flip over the hash rounds.
Check out the Halo 3 flick at the top of the blog. It's good.
Monday, July 9, 2007
Drop the gloves let the poop fly
It's always a strange thing quitting a job. The people around you are thinking "you lucky fishterd" and others think..."foolish dung" because they want your job or think they are getting less competition for the boss's position. I have usually been in the mindset of "if you stay your making a donkey of yourself".
This time though I have no promise of income. I have no grand scheme other than to fill my head with profound brain things. Yes, school. It worries me because I have met more screwed people that have a college education and are bent over in a stupor from the professors filling their jelly donut shells with recycled balony products instead of the every day american ingenuity and individualism we will call "raspberry" jelly than there are fist marks on an Everlast punching bag. No ones going to truly eat their brains and think..."this stuff is good". Oh no, they will hurl their balony out when no one is looking.
To sum it up, I put in my notice at work. I don't know if I will have any income. I am going to school to get my bachelors and masters degree in business. I am moving back to Wisconsin where there is hopefully some jelly for me.
This time though I have no promise of income. I have no grand scheme other than to fill my head with profound brain things. Yes, school. It worries me because I have met more screwed people that have a college education and are bent over in a stupor from the professors filling their jelly donut shells with recycled balony products instead of the every day american ingenuity and individualism we will call "raspberry" jelly than there are fist marks on an Everlast punching bag. No ones going to truly eat their brains and think..."this stuff is good". Oh no, they will hurl their balony out when no one is looking.
To sum it up, I put in my notice at work. I don't know if I will have any income. I am going to school to get my bachelors and masters degree in business. I am moving back to Wisconsin where there is hopefully some jelly for me.
Saturday, July 7, 2007
Spanking New
Don't let the title deceive. I have a gentle personality. Hopefully the "new" gave that away. The "spanking" shows my ability to lay down the smack. Regardless, this blog is just beginning. It's a metaphor of my when I was born. It's new.
In truth, I felt somewhat lost. A victim to depravity that follows after years of being married and not being able to talk about anything other than children, the relationship, and post 9/11 security issues that make traveling with children difficult. So I thought this might make up for it. If it doesn't I probably will stop writing in it. That will become apparent when you stop seeing posts and start seeing nothing.
I hope you enjoy listening to my jargon as much as I do. On a scale of temperature from 1 to 98.6 I feel like a 73. Oh yeah, I felt sorry for myself today. I only do this, because there seems to be a lack of it in the world. How often is someone going to feel sorry for you? I certainly don't have time. That's the American way.
In truth, I felt somewhat lost. A victim to depravity that follows after years of being married and not being able to talk about anything other than children, the relationship, and post 9/11 security issues that make traveling with children difficult. So I thought this might make up for it. If it doesn't I probably will stop writing in it. That will become apparent when you stop seeing posts and start seeing nothing.
I hope you enjoy listening to my jargon as much as I do. On a scale of temperature from 1 to 98.6 I feel like a 73. Oh yeah, I felt sorry for myself today. I only do this, because there seems to be a lack of it in the world. How often is someone going to feel sorry for you? I certainly don't have time. That's the American way.
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