FACE!

Or rather, FACEBOOK!

Geoffy, aka Mona, wouldn't shut up about it, so I joined up, and have had way better luck at tracking down people I knew in high school than I did on MySpace (piece of CRAP) or anywhere else.  So, add me!

FACE!

Lately...

... a few things have happened!

Last night, we witnessed the most severe case of road-rage ever (for me, at least).  We passed a guy on the highway who was pulled off to the side of the road, but he leapt over the retainment and into his car right when we passed him.  About a click or two down the road, he comes up beging us about about 150 or 160, and starts flashing the highbeams DIRECTLY behind me.  Ok, dickwad, I start to pull over, but he FLIES past me on the inside lane.  Uhm... ok, fella.  Then, he pulls up behind a truck right in front of us, and does the same thing... highbeams, then passing.  Once he pulls BACK in front of the truck, though, he slows down... 120... 110... 100.... 90... 80... semi trucks are now passing, and I'm scared to pass the truck/BMW pairing, who obviously have something personal going on, because the BMW is swerving like mad.  Eventually, the truck, and then me, pass the BMW.  Shortly, though, the BMW SOARS past me, and pulls alongside thr truck, and they BOTH begin to slow down to 80, then 70!  Obviously, some sort of heated exchange is going on between the drivers.  BMW pulls in front AGAIN and slows down, and I pass them both.  Thankfully, they both slowed down to 60 or so, and we never saw them again.  One phone call later (Small BMW convertible, drunk driver, license place 077-AMS), and we were home, safe and sound.  Now, two options...

1.) He was drunk
2.) That's how he drives when he's SOBER.

Both are terrifying.

Also, I have just now decided to make my own CCG.... Not sure what it's called, but it's going to consist of religions, the same way Magic consists of colors.  And yes, "Flying Spgahetti Monster" and "Aetheist" will be represented, as well as Buddhism, Hindu, Christianity, Catholicism, Judaism, and more if I can think of them.  There will be a variety of cards for each (Do you play "Loving" Christian, or "Fundie" Christian?), and "mana" will be replaced with "believers".

So.... going to hell, or what?


Video Hilarity Of The Day - Why Are My Fingers Little People?!? (Note: all voices are the same guy)

Zalgitism Of The Day

Zalgite: "I want my underpants made out of candy, so I can eat them when I'm done."
Throkky: "I don't think you want to eat anything that's touched your bum."
Zalgite: "Oh, that's a good idea.  Ok, normal underpants."

I love's him so much.

One of the best AMV's I've seen in a while... Queen - Who Wants To Live Forever?

There Are No Words

Read my previous post, below, and then read this....

.... M is HERE AT WORK.

F***ING AUTOCAD

So this morning I show up to work.  Strangely, my computer is at the "Login" screen.... wierd, I left AutoCAD on last night.  It can't possibly be on the login screen!  Nope, sure enough, someone restarted my computer.  Ok, that's not a huge problem.... I fire up AutoCAD, and go to my last worked on file, the cross section, elevation and detail of a huge timber awning for a building in Squamish.

Huh.  All the work I did yesterday is gone.  Peculiar. Apparently, it didn't save when I hit "Save" last night.  No problem, we have auto-backups for that occaision.

Huh.  My temp directory is empty.  Absolutely auto-backups. 

Huh.

Three hours of work, gone, because someone flicked off my computer without thinking "Hmm, this isn'y my computer, maybe I shouldn't do this."

FUCK.

Ding Dong, The Frog Is Dead!

My co-worker, whom I shall call "M", once again vanished after a payday.  My boss has given him six chances so far, and six times M has done this, known as "Going Indian" around here.  Well, this time... my boss finally said "Enough is eventually enough".  M is out of here. No-ones seen him or heard from him in five days... and that's it.  His desk is empty.

AAHAHAHAHAHAH!

Ahhh, it feels good.

Song & Video of the Day - New Clutch Single "Electric Worry".... This is what rock is all about, people.

Bitch, Bitch, Bitch...

"Oh, MJ, you don't blog often enough!"

"Oh, Zalgon, why don't you blog more?"

"Oh, Topper, your blod hasn't been updated in so long!"

Yeah, yeah, yeah. I get the picture.  People inexplicably feel the need to know what's pissing me off on a day to day basis.  On the other hand, it has occurred to me that this is the only place I really talk about what makes me mad, stuff I don't talk about on the forums (since they banned me) or on MSN (since they ignore me) or with Throkky (since she bans AND ignores me :) ).  Still, I only ever feel like blogging when I'm away from my computer, and something occurs to me.

Things like:

• Stuff Zalgite says ("Will Dave come to the potluck, if he's done whining?")
• Stuff Throkette does (Jumped down off of Zalgite's bed with not so much as a bruise)
• Stuff that makes me mad (drivers, technology, patriotism, the world, the RIAA, drivers)
• Stuff that makes me happy (bass, writing, and other stuff I don't do)
• Stuff that makes me tired (drivers, Zalgite, Throkette, work, more work, drivers)
• Stuff that makes me think (see: list of things that make me angry).

I know, you'd all like it if I would illuminate you all more on the inner workings of my brain, but to be honest, I don't feel like sharing what I don't fully understand, especially given the responses I've gotten from people over the past decade. Most of me is destined to stay locked away in my noggin, never to see the light of day, for the safety of the world at large, which means all that's left for me to talk about here is just whiny 'physical world' stuff that everyone already knows.

...

See, this is how I write when I'm sleepy and hungry.

Obligatory Amusing Youtube Video

Obligatory Youtube Video Of Awesomeness

AAAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!

I am really, really getting close to the limit with my co-'worker', whom I have gone off on here before.  Now not merely content with keeping his job despite massive unexplained absences, he's getting my boss to pay his thousand-dollar certification fee, and he CONTINUES to get mad at me for not doing his work for him, especially when he doesn't even explain to me what I am supposed to be doing.

I just have to vent, but it's not helping.  I am really mad.  I really, really want to hurt him.

SO, My Son....

... and me, and my wife, have a sort of running gag about Steve.  Those of you who have seen the comic Scott Faulconbridge know who Steve is... he's reality-impaired.  Anytime we can't think of a name, or we want to call Zalgite something wierd, or we can't answer a question, we answer with "Steve".  We also got it from Steve the Pirate, a la Dodgeball.

Anyways, many of you know that I am a building designer.  This morning, my son asked me why my buildings looked like buildings, and I explained that buildings have to look like buildings.  He then told me that he wants me to name my next building Steve... and it has to be a human-shaped building, named Steve.  It also needs a ramp up, so you can drive into the belly, because Steve the Building is a hotel.  Steve the Building's feet are the basements, and you can live in his body, and look out his eyes and see other buildings, and keep food in his arms, because Steve the Building has lots of food.

He's awesome.


Song And Videos Of The Day: Al Gore and Bender - An Inconvenient Truth and Seymour Dog - I Will Wait For You

Link Testing 2!

Hows this work? Song AND Video Of The Day!  Buckcherry - Anything