Yeah, I know it's my third post of the day, but I have nothing to do here right now and this story is actually entertaining. Well it's entertaining to me...

Jeff comes up from his office around 10:30, and the typical "What's for lunch?" question is asked. (This was after we spent fifteen minutes on typical WoW discussion.) He was out sick yesterday with some kind of stomach virus, so we agreed upon Denny's so he could have a simple Soup/Sandwich dealio. (Something that would be mild on the stomach, of course.)

So lunch time rolls around and we head out (with Rodney in tow of course, or maybe not since Rodney drove today...). Checking out the menu, I notice a new breakfast sandwich. I've been known to order breakfast for lunch when we go to Denny's, and this thing piqued my interest. It's called The Grand Slamwich. It consists of:

Two scrambled eggs, bacon, sausage, ham, mayo, and maple syrup spread all on potato bread.

Currently, I'm quite disgusted with myself. I'm also quite sure that my body is currently permeating Denny's grease as we speak. I was sitting here at my desk after lunch, and I swore I could smell maple syrup. I checked myself, and I did not spill anything on myself or my clothes, so the only logical conclusion is that it's seeping out of my pores. I went over to Mark's desk for confirmation, and he could also faintly smell the aroma of maple syrup as I approached.

Perhaps the sandwich is mutating me into some syrup based monster with super powers! I...am...MAPLE MAN.

The greatest Happy New Year I've received yet:

"And yes, I'm looking forward to 2009. 2008 can lick my ass. Happy new year."

http://www.cnn.com/video/#/video/crime/2008/12/31/or.naked.intruder.kptv

The part I found most humorous was the fact that they kept zooming in on her hands as they described how she grabbed the guy's sack. I kept wondering if she washed her hands afterward.

I'm going to remain skeptical of this game until I actually see it for myself, but this is a pretty nice video. I'm definitely going to play it if only to try it out.

I like combos. If you're currently sitting there thinking, "Wait a minute, you don't play a rogue.", then you are an addict and need help. I'm talking about the delicious crunchy snack food. My favorite type are the Pizzeria Pretzel variety, and I stopped at Sheetz this morning to purchase a bag. (I needed to fill my gas tank anyway.) Doing a quick scan, I could find only Pizzeria Cracker, Nacho Cheese Pretzel, Cheddar Cracker, and Cheddar Pretzel. No Pizzeria Pretzel.

WTFuken?

When I got to work, I quickly went to the Combos website to see if they perhaps stopped making that particular variety. They haven't. So this particular Sheetz just FAILS AT LIFE.

Next time I'm stopping at GetGo.

And yes, I've changed the font here on my blog. Verdana was too...formal. Bland. I deepened the orange color as well.


Alcoholic kind of mood. Lose my clothes, lose my lube.
Cruising for a piece of fun. Looking out for number one.
Different partner every night. So narcotic, outta sight.
What a gas. What a beautiful ass.

-- Nancy Boy by Placebo

Merry Christmas!

Ok, I admit it. Really, the only reason I'm posting a Merry Christmas blog is because I'm at work and have nothing else to do at the moment. Look, I even made the font a nice red color for the holiday.

In all seriousness, however, I would like to wish anyone who may read my ramblings a very Merry Christmas, and I wish you nothing but the best for the New Year.

With a lack of anything else to discuss and not wanting this post to be two pathetically tiny paragraphs, I'll share my holiday festivities for the next two days:

After I get off work around 5:00 PM, or earlier depending on how things go here today, I'll be headed to do the very last bits of Christmas shopping that I have to do. This equates to a stop at the liquor store for the booze I'll need for Christmas Day and New Year's Eve, including the champagne for ringing in the New Year. Then it's off to get my mother a Birthday card, that I forgot to get last night while I was buying her birthday presents (Red Door perfume and two Yankee Candles). Her birthday is December 27th.

When I get home this evening, I'll probably have just enough time to cut my hair, shave, and take a shower before we go to Christmas Eve mass. I actually have no idea which time slot we're attending -- that's my Mom's job to decide. I simply show up, heh.

Typically, we go to my brother's house after that for a Christmas Eve party, but I haven't heard any information about that this year and I suspect he's not doing it this time around. (He just went through a divorce not too long ago.) So, after Mass we'll probably head home and wrap the presents to put under the tree.

For Christmas Day, I'll get to sleep in a little before the family arrives. It'll be my parents, my brother and his girlfriend, my sister and her husband, and me initially. A little later in the day, my sisters in-laws will arrive. (Don't worry, I like them.)

We'll start with the stockings, then do the gift exchanges. Drinking will commence and Wii games will be played. Details will then be worked out for New Year's Eve, to decide if it's going to be my sister hosting, or if it'll be me hosting.

Very simple and down to earth, just the way like it.

Edit: Just got a call from my Mom that the party is on this evening.


So this is Christmas, and what have you done?
Another year over, a new one just begun.
And so this is Christmas. I hope you have fun.
The near and the dear ones, the old and the young.

-- John Lennon - Happy Christmas (War is Over)

Who is your role model?

Follow these easy steps to find out!

1. Pick your favorite number between 1-9.
2. Multiply it by 3.
3. Add 3, then multiply it again by 3. (Most computers have a calculator. I'll wait while you find it.)
4. You'll get a 2 or 3 digit number. Add the digits together.

Use your answer to find out who your role model is:




1. Albert Einstein
2. Nelson Mandela
3. Jacob Zuma
4. Tom Cruise
5. Bill Gates
6. Gandhi
7. Brad Pitt
8. Hitler
9. Steve Morris
10. Barack Obama


That doesn't surprise me. I'm just that awesome!


Cheesy fun with math, ftw.

I've often declared that my company has to be the worst run company in the world. Our CEO is a moron. Our CFO is a cunt. And every decision anyone with the title Vice-President and up makes is just horrible.

While I was on vacation, they decided to upgrade me to Office 2007. Now while this may not seem like such a very bad decision, consider this: For some reason, when coupled with our exchange server, Outlook 2007 delivers every email 20 times until you turn a certain setting off.

I hope no one emailed me anything important while I was off, because I just mass-deleted 548 emails. If they think I'm reading through them all, they're out of their fucking minds.

I was scrolling through the "Blogger Buzz" yesterday, and I noticed there's all these neat little modules that you can add to your blog, such as music playlists and post voting and stuff like that. All pretty cool stuff, and a few of them I would have liked to have used.

The unfortunate part about it, is that you must have your blog hosted on BlogSpot to be able to use any of the modules. I can't add any of them, because I host my blog on my own webspace. Therefore, I'm being punished for wanting full control of my data.

Such is life.

When I have a bad day, it's typically a lulu. Today is no exception, except that I knew ahead of time that today was going to suck more ass than a rim job factory.

The day wasted no time getting itself started. Soon as midnight rolled around, things turned to shit. I learned that Old Kingdom is not possible to do with a resto druid. Don't even try. It's not even worth your time.

Sleep was non-existent. I'm pretty sure my cat hates me now, because after the 3,685th time he knocked something off my desk, I vertically leaped out of bed and chased him through the room with my pillow. That really wasn't keeping me awake though, I'm accustomed to his noise. It's nothing compared to a screaming toddler, I'm quite sure. No, I was just wired to begin with, and sleep wasn't going to happen anyway.

Getting up this morning, I knew I had to get in a little bit earlier so that the midnight shift would still be here. I have one employee on that shift, and I needed to review their yearly performance review with them. Naturally, I couldn't get my ass out of bed any earlier, so I had to forego breakfast to get in here early. So now I'm fucking starving, and I'm fucking cranky when I'm fucking starving. Fucking fuck.

Next, I had to tell one of my employees they were nearly fired for trying to be helpful because HR is trying to micro-manage me. They might be micro-managing me out the door, because pretty soon I'm going to tell them to mind their own fucking business. (Which I'm sure won't make me very popular with them.)

Then, it was conference call time! I already know our CEO is a blathering idiot. I don't need a quarterly results conference call to remind me of this fact, thank you very fucking much.

Oh but the fun won't stop at work! After work, I'll spend 4 hours rolling dough, spreading filling, and wrapping rolls as I create 40 nut rolls for Christmas. Yes, 40 of the fuckers. Merry fucking Ho-Ho to you to. I'm going to beat the shit out of that fat bastard in the red suit when I see him.

Bah fucking humbug.


I'm feeling mean today.
Not lost, not blown away.
Just irritated and quite hated.
Self control breaks down.
Why's every day so tame?
I like my life insane.
I'm fabricating and debating
Who I'm gonna kick around.

--Korn, Right Now

Now I'm going to talk about the OTHER topic I rarely discuss openly -- religion. I'm prompted to do so because of an article I just read on CNN.

So in Washington state, a group of atheists were allowed to display a verbal placard alongside the nativity scene and menorah. The placard reads:

"At this season of the winter solstice may reason prevail. There are no gods, no devils, no angels, no heaven or hell. There is only our natural world. Religion is but a myth and superstition that hardens hearts and enslaves minds."

I will be the first to admit that I have my own issues with religion. If you ask me if I believe in God, I will struggle with my answer. I was raised a Catholic, and I do attend mass mostly once a week. But my reasons for doing so are mostly because of my family, and not my own personal faith. I guess I can sum up my beliefs with the famous tag line from The X-Files: "I want to believe."

That being said, I view the words on this placard as a violation of my rights as an American citizen. Basically, these people are telling me that what I believe is wrong. What right do they have to tell me that? What right do they have to say, "No, what you believe in is wrong. You're being unreasonable." What happened to freedom of religion? What happened to my right to believe whatever I want to believe, without persecution?

This has nothing to do with me being a Catholic, or a Jew, or a Muslim, or an atheist. This is about the rights granted to me by the Constitution of the United States of America.

The group who placed the placard has stated they felt it was important to express their views alongside everyone else. They seem to be missing a very important fact here -- they aren't expressing any view. Instead, they are negatively saying that everyone else's view is wrong.

This quote really had me shaking my head at how ignorant this person is:

"If there can be a Nativity scene saying that we are all going to hell if we don't bow down to Jesus, we should be at the table to share our views."

Wow. Just wow. I know you're an atheist dude, but seriously, you should at least research what you're opposing before you start talking about it. Seriously now, has any rational person looked at a nativity scene and thought, "OH NO I'M GOING TO HELL! AUGH!" Give me a break. It's a baby in a manger, with his parents looking at him. That's it. Where's the fire and brimstone? Where's the text that says, "BOW DOWN TO ME OR SUFFER ETERNALLY IN THE FIRES OF HELL?" Show me. (You're going to struggle a bit with that one, because it's not there.)

The nativity scene is a symbol. The menorah is a symbol. They are used to celebrate the holiday. Now, THAT being said, I will agree that atheists should be allowed to display their OWN symbol to celebrate their OWN holiday. That's only fair, right? If I get to publicly display what I believe, they should also be able to publicly display what THEY believe.

But, they sort of find that difficult, don't they? I mean, atheism is based on the principle of believing in...nothing. So therefore, that's exactly what they should be allowed to display, in my opinion.

Or, if they are celebrating the "Winter Solstice", how about a picture of a snowman? Or the planet Earth?

But, a sign telling me that my beliefs are wrong is completely inappropriate.

After a long period of inactivity, I've written a rough outline for a new story. I've had that urge to be creative again for a while now, and it's finally gotten the best of me. I'm surprised it took this long, actually, since I don't have any other outlets for this type of thing. My job is that of a problem-solver, not a creator. So my creative side is not put to any use there. I also think there is a desire to create something that I feel I have created in the best possible way. I get a little bit of that at work: I can work on a project and at the end of it feel as though I did the best job I could possibly do. But it's still work. Not much of an outlet. Then, there's WoW, the game that will never end. No matter how much I work at it, I will never be "complete", I'll never be "done", and I'll never be the "best I could possibly be".

So my desire is to have something to do where I have complete control over every aspect of it. This is where writing is the perfect outlet.



Slip out the back before they know you were there.
At the worst, you'll see nobody cares.

Slip Out the Back by Fort Minor