I heard the buzz when Click first came out, and also all the negative reviews from critics. I finally got around to watching the movie today, and overall I would say it was a good movie. Predictable, but good. I was able to guess how it was all going to end about 15 minutes into it. To me, they made it painfully obvious. But maybe that was their intent, to drive home the message of the movie. It doesn't matter that you know how it's going to end...just enjoy the ride.
All the usual Adam Sandler moments were present, and as usual he surrounded himself with his usual cohorts (especially Henry Winkler and Sean Astin). Especially entertaining was Henry Winkler comparing his penis to a tic-tac at birth.
"C'mere pops, lemme freshen your breath."
Hahahaha.....ewwwwww.
Monday, December 18, 2006
Sunday, December 17, 2006
...
My grandmother isn't doing so well. Got a call around 2:30 AM yesterday informing us that her heart rate has become irregular, and that she's sometimes going nearly a full minute without breathing. Obviously, she doesn't have much time left.
We've been doing shifts at the nursing home since last night while waiting for the inevitable. Sadly, it could be days still. There's just no way to know.
We've been doing shifts at the nursing home since last night while waiting for the inevitable. Sadly, it could be days still. There's just no way to know.
Wednesday, December 13, 2006
Tuesday, December 12, 2006
What the hell is this?!
OMG! The unthinkable has happened.....
I made a new Counter-Struck! comic. Oh yes.
Check it: http://www.pastatdude.com/comic/
I made a new Counter-Struck! comic. Oh yes.
Check it: http://www.pastatdude.com/comic/
Friday, December 08, 2006
The Midget Story
Every once in a while, something so unbelievable happens that you could probably win the Powerball 100 times before anything like it will happen again. Today, such an event occurred.
I was talking to one of my team members today, and the subject of our visitor was brought up. One of the product managers from our corporate office is visiting us this week, so I was explaining what he did, what his title was, etc. I then jokingly added, "He's sitting over on the other side near Ed. Just look for the midget operating a laptop and cell phone."
Some time passed. Soon I noticed Mark go outside for a smoke, and I continued on with my work as usual. Suddenly, he comes running into my cubicle with this wide-eyed expression on this face.
"You're an asshole!" He exclaimed.
"What now?" I asked, trying to recall if I had performed any such practical jokes that would justify such a proclaimation. He then pointed out my window, and I turned, looked, and my jaw then dropped onto my desk. Leaving the office building at that very moment was a midget.
"Are you fucking with me on purpose?" He asked.
I was laughing too hard to even respond, and also in shock at how SLIM, ANOREXICALLY SLIM, the odds were of what just happened. I can just imagine the confusion he had when he walked outside for a cigarette to see a midget standing in front of him, after the joke I made about our product manager. Absolutely golden.
Later on, I told him that I considered paying the midget $20 to walk back to his desk, just to hear him scream like a girl.
"Yep, I would scream like a girl. Actually, I probably wouldn't even be able to handle it."
"Well you don't have to worry, he's gone now. Or *IS* he?"
"Dude, that's not funny..."
We'll be talking about this for a long time. The day started out so small and insignificant too. (Pun intended.)
I was talking to one of my team members today, and the subject of our visitor was brought up. One of the product managers from our corporate office is visiting us this week, so I was explaining what he did, what his title was, etc. I then jokingly added, "He's sitting over on the other side near Ed. Just look for the midget operating a laptop and cell phone."
Some time passed. Soon I noticed Mark go outside for a smoke, and I continued on with my work as usual. Suddenly, he comes running into my cubicle with this wide-eyed expression on this face.
"You're an asshole!" He exclaimed.
"What now?" I asked, trying to recall if I had performed any such practical jokes that would justify such a proclaimation. He then pointed out my window, and I turned, looked, and my jaw then dropped onto my desk. Leaving the office building at that very moment was a midget.
"Are you fucking with me on purpose?" He asked.
I was laughing too hard to even respond, and also in shock at how SLIM, ANOREXICALLY SLIM, the odds were of what just happened. I can just imagine the confusion he had when he walked outside for a cigarette to see a midget standing in front of him, after the joke I made about our product manager. Absolutely golden.
Later on, I told him that I considered paying the midget $20 to walk back to his desk, just to hear him scream like a girl.
"Yep, I would scream like a girl. Actually, I probably wouldn't even be able to handle it."
"Well you don't have to worry, he's gone now. Or *IS* he?"
"Dude, that's not funny..."
We'll be talking about this for a long time. The day started out so small and insignificant too. (Pun intended.)
This is your wake up call...
For some strange reason, this morning I just couldn't wake up. It took me so long to drag my sorry ass out of bed that I was nearly late for work, which I found odd because I didn't go to bed any later the night before. Things did not improve when I stumbled into work either, as I found myself constantly nodding off at my desk. Taking matters into my own hands, I proceeded to consume 2 cans of cherry soda, a package of chocolate chip cookies, and two excedrin migraines. Problem was solved about about 20 minutes, although I'm sure my fellow co-workers were getting pretty annoyed with me bouncing up and down in my chair for the rest of the day.
Tuesday, December 05, 2006
The Exorcism of Rate Builder
Among many of the job titles I have at work, one of them is Product QA Analyst. Which, naturally, is a glorified term for "tester". We have a product called ORB, which has an SQL structure and a web-based front end.
We're releasing a new version soon, going from 6.1 to 6.2. Anyone who works in the software industry knows that when it comes to software versions, a number change directly to the right of the decimal point signifies significant changes. Oh joygasm.
A fellow tester and myself were given 14 test cases, so 7 each. 9 of these 14 failed. I swear, it was like something out of a horror movie.
The script would look something like this:
Me: Hello ORB, how are you today?
ORB: Just fine thanks! I've been upgraded with many new features!
Me: That's great! Let's try the first one, shall we?
ORB: Yes, just press this button, and I will perform the function flawlessly.
*I press the button*
ORB: YAAAAAARGH! LET JESUS FUCK YOU! MMMMMMRAAAAAAARGH!
Internet Explorer: ¡SOY MUERTO!
*Internet Explorer dies*
ORB: RAAAAAAARGH! YOUR MOTHER SUCKS COCKS IN HELL! GRRRRRRRRAAGHR!
Windows: AIEEEEEEE!!!!!!
*windows dies*
ORB: GRAAAAAAAAGHRGH! TSEIRP EHT REAF! RRRRAWWWWWRGH!
*ORB's head spins around completely*
Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go find a debugger. (Which translates to "GET ME A BLOODY PRIEST AND SOME HOLY WATER! WE NEED A FUCKING EXORCISM HERE!")
We're releasing a new version soon, going from 6.1 to 6.2. Anyone who works in the software industry knows that when it comes to software versions, a number change directly to the right of the decimal point signifies significant changes. Oh joygasm.
A fellow tester and myself were given 14 test cases, so 7 each. 9 of these 14 failed. I swear, it was like something out of a horror movie.
The script would look something like this:
Me: Hello ORB, how are you today?
ORB: Just fine thanks! I've been upgraded with many new features!
Me: That's great! Let's try the first one, shall we?
ORB: Yes, just press this button, and I will perform the function flawlessly.
*I press the button*
ORB: YAAAAAARGH! LET JESUS FUCK YOU! MMMMMMRAAAAAAARGH!
Internet Explorer: ¡SOY MUERTO!
*Internet Explorer dies*
ORB: RAAAAAAARGH! YOUR MOTHER SUCKS COCKS IN HELL! GRRRRRRRRAAGHR!
Windows: AIEEEEEEE!!!!!!
*windows dies*
ORB: GRAAAAAAAAGHRGH! TSEIRP EHT REAF! RRRRAWWWWWRGH!
*ORB's head spins around completely*
Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go find a debugger. (Which translates to "GET ME A BLOODY PRIEST AND SOME HOLY WATER! WE NEED A FUCKING EXORCISM HERE!")
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