Tuesday, August 30, 2005

Hurricane Katrina

I was just thinking about this the other day..

It's funny how the Hurricane was named Katrina, I had a ex-girlfriend named Katryna (she wanted to be different and spell it with a Y).

She was also "a vicious, life-sucking bitch from which there is no escape." - Armageddon

Monday, August 29, 2005

It actually arrivied



Got this on Saturday! Sweet..

Only a month after I submitted it. Click here for more info

Friday, August 26, 2005

Step by Step

All of us were born with a “blank” mind, with the very basic knowledge that is necessary for us to survive (ie. We know when we need food and sleep. Biologically, we know when we need sleep and when we need to do our deeds). As we grow up, we acquire skills that will help us through our life. But we don’t just learn to be a nuclear physicist or a brain surgeon. We must have the proper and most importantly, a clear understanding of the basics and other subsequent knowledge in order for us to understand exactly what the Mössbauer effect or a craniotomy is.

So my white-collar-job (WCJ) sent me to training on Monday. It was a very simple computer class. To be honest, I knew everything the instructor was talking about. Why was I sent to training? Because of new duties that were assigned to me and quite frankly, who would pass up the opportunity to have a “day off” from work?

There were 11 people in the class and a couple of the “classmate” kept asking stupid questions. I mean basic windows shit: opening a folder, creating a shortcut, saving over a file, saving as a different filename, refreshing the browser…

Don’t get me wrong, I understand different people has different skill sets, but man… shouldn’t you have some basic knowledge of computers before you take a computer class? I mean, I don’t know how to sing, you are not going to see me in a choir class anytime soon.

Do these people NOT understand by having them in the class, the slow down the progress of entire class? I mean, can these people be anymore selfish.

This is also evident in our public school system. I personally hate the “no child left behind” ideal. And there have been talks about abandoning the letter grade system. Because the kid’s feeling might get hurt. They even talked about not using red pens to grade tests.. are you fuckin kidding me? So…the entire K thru 12 educations is going to be one giant “Pass/Fail” system. What the hell is going to happen to people when they are about to take the SAT? MCAT? LSAT? I can see it now, let me put this in a political correct way:

Mr. Anderson, You passed your SAT. Our scoreless system has determined that you can enter your local community college, but you are not quite ready to go to Yale.

Mr. Anderson, You passed you LSAT. But base on the evaluation of the scoreless test, you are not well suited to be a lawyer, but you have been accepted to Yale, as the janitor.

I mean give me a break... Fuck political correctness.

And to the bitch who didn’t know how to open up notepad, stay the fuck out of my computer class, and I will stay the hell out of your bingo parlor.

Tuesday, August 23, 2005

Super busy..

I have been so damn busy at work... I don’t' have time to do any blogging.. but want to tell my readers out there (both of them!) that I am still alive, kicking..

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Wednesday, August 17, 2005

Getting in the wrong side of the bed

Ever had one of those days, that before you were even awake, bad shit just started happening? Well it’s one of those fuckin’ days…

A movie that I tried to “backup” (for emergency purposes) did not have any sound on it when I checked it this morning… I probably picked the wrong audio track. (Whoever knew that my DVD player doesn’t play DTS? WTF is DTS anyways? Why can’t companies agree on one standard…)

My left forearm is bugging the shit out of me… I have this radiating pain from the inside of my forearm. Like right between my Ulna and Radius. The worst part isn’t the pain. It’s the pulsating that comes sporadically. Feels like an alien popping out of Sigourney. Only in my arm…

When I came into work today, both the front desk person and the file clerk call in sick… they both have keys that open up to the back office, where I work. So I was stuck outside for a good 20 minutes, before we got the key to go inside. But that set of keys doesn’t open the other rooms, so a few doctors I work with keeps coming over to ask if we had the key to open the doors…

After my manager arrived, she got everything opened and all seems to be right… a doctor came in and asked if we had a tuning fork. WTF. They give you that shit, not me... Look, you overpaid piece of shit, I am an administer! A tuning fork to me is about as useful as a third-party check at Burger King. Why the fuck would I have a tuning fork. I am going to go up to you one day and ask if you have a typewriter. Dumb shit

My other manager called and asked me to relay a message to my manager. But because the file clerk wasn’t around and a screw-up by the front desk staff, I was running around like a headless chicken getting records together. I forgot to relay that message. My manager was waiting for her to come in to start a meeting. Well, shit hit the fan and it was not pretty.

Now that I think about it… I think it started when I came home from my roughneck job last night. I walk into the backyard, in pitch darkness and see a bright white stripe, 6 feet in front of me and up a few steps (So it’s right about my waist level). The white stripe slowly raises and then it dawned on me that it was a skunk. Probably the same damn skunk that skunked my dog *three* times in the past! I stared it down, wanting to show him that I am the lord of my castle and the yards adjacent to it. How dare he trespass on my land and dare to threaten me.. in MY home…

Then I realize that it wasn’t going to budge and I will probably get skunked. So I closed the door and went up the front. Bastard…

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Tuesday, August 16, 2005

Digest

As I mentioned before, I got promoted… The work is easier and the hours are shorter (which is a good thing because of my other job, but it’s funny how I am still getting home around the same time…).

But I have been like super tired… and I don’t mean the run-of-the-mill-tired that I am usually in, I am talking about the falling asleep standing, while in the elevator tired. I have no idea why. I think it’s time I go on a vacation. The Dodgers/Giants game a month away seems soooo too far away (GO Dodgers). The Other Place is not for another 2 months. I think I am just burnt out… My wife did mention a cruise to Alaska...

My Muay Thai instructor told me that I should get into some matches and enter myself into some tournaments and prize fights. Funny… maybe if I was half my age and didn’t work 13 hours a day…

A good friend of my is finishing up Wyotech in a couple of weeks. I am proud of him, working a full time job and enduring 18 months of night school. All while have a 3-year-old daughter and another on the way. This is like the only advice (out of thousands) I have given him that he actually listen to. If only he listened to the other ones…

We went fishing on Sunday and he was telling me about a young kid at his school, getting into a bunch of debts with credit card. He told me how he started telling him to stay away from that shit and the moment he said it, he remembered me telling him the same thing a few years back… go figure…

Another friend of mine wanted to be a police officer (actually, she doesn’t really know what she wants to do). She went and took the written test and passed, but failed the physical the first time around. Her parents told me she also failed the second, but when I spoke with her about it, she said that she passed. Why would she lied? As if I would judge her any different… I am beginning to really question this “friendship”…

It’s easy to become complacent and just stay at a job that you enjoy. But what do you do if you are getting paid well, very well, but you hate your job, the people you work with and the people you work for? My friend is in that predicament. I told her to suck it up… Most people hate their jobs and only a handful get pay decently, that’s why it’s call a Job.

I been tagged so many time by so many post I can't keep it straight.. I will do what I can to update them later..

Friday, August 12, 2005

Crazy MoFos

Just went you thought the human race can not possibly get any worst.

Unions really suck

I recently got a promotion at my night job. Now, please allow me to explain what promotion means at this ultra-unionized work setting. It basically mean I am doing a different job ("better” “easier”) but get paid the same amount. Because you see, our wages are governed by a contract the teamsters negotiated with corporation.

Nope, our wages are not based on merit but on seniority. If fact, as you get higher on the seniority list, you get more pay, more time off, and a MUCH easier job. Fair isn’t it?
(And the AFL-CIO wonders why we, as a nation, have become less and less unionized).

The very fact that I live and work out of the 7th most overpriced place in the U.S., according to Forbes, has no bearing on my wages. I make the same amount as someone, with the same seniority, who works in a backwards town of say, Moody, Alabama, population 9000.

Not to mention, when contract time comes, all meeting that are held for members to voice their concerns are held late in the evening, when all of the part timers are working. Which basically means the part timers get shafted, every single contract.

But since this has been happening since the beginning of time, there isn’t much we can do to change it. After all, who are we but worker slaves? No, we are slaves to the corporation, but to the mighty Unions. But I will do what everyone else does in an union environment. I will just sit, and wait, as I move up the seniority list

Wednesday, August 10, 2005

Quarter Bounce

All of us have heard of the drinking game quarter bounce. But what this guy does is simply amazing..

Watch the video:

Tuesday, August 09, 2005

Disappearing dots...

Stolen shamelessly from thedamnblog

Stare at the center and watch the dots disappear:

Monday, August 08, 2005

My stomach is in mourning

You ever had that favorite article of clothing, but you can no longer wear it because it is too worn out or no longer fits? Ever had your favorite show or cartoon canceled leaving you with an empty void in your daily schedule? Sucks, doesn’t it?

A long time friend of mine, daughter of one of the greatest Thai chef in the world, informed me today that their family just recently sold their restaurant. The new owners will be taking over starting Sept 1st. Do I even have to tell you their restaurant serves some of the best Thai food ever cooked, this side of the Pacific?

Now I know some of you are no doubt are thinking, “TWAM, food is such a subjective thing, what is good to one person is crap to another”. And I concur. But I will tell you this, the food of this place, like White Castle, In and Out, Krispy Kreme, deep fried Twinkies, Hooter’s chicken wings and the famous dagwood* from the hole in the wall on 3rd street. These are foods the way food should be. They were meant to be devoured. And then maybe after the 10th time there, you can slow down to actually savor it.

All of the people whom I have recommended to go to this restaurant have never been disappointed. All of the people who have ever been to this restaurant rave about the food.

It’s been said that location is important in both real estate and business. And perhaps, because of the location, this restaurant never got as big as it should. While another Thai restaurant, just 2 blocks away (but on a much busier street), with mediocre food, is always packed.

Mrs. J, thanks for 20 years of great food. The sign of your restaurant should be enshrined forever next to the head of the doggie diners.

But until the end of the month, I think I am going there, twice a week, my energy permitting. Then perhaps, I can keep the taste of the food in my mouth, just a little bit longer.

* Dagwood from this place is a double cheeseburger, with a slice of ham, 2 fried eggs, and a hotlink. All served within toasted buns. It’s guaranteed to clot your arteries, but it is sooooo good!

Thursday, August 04, 2005

Superballs!

Photos shamelessly stolen from ueba.net

This is from a filming of a Sony Commerical, 10,000 Super balls, down the streets of San Francisco!









Video here

Wednesday, August 03, 2005

Updates

Updates:

Adding Planarity and Tontie to the timewaster sidebar.

Adding EatLiver and TheDamnBlog to the Links section

Alicia has an update along with photos. Updated the sidebar too.

That is all for now

Stupid people do the darnest things

Aarwenn has previously linked this stupid human tricks (originally posted by The Stranger

I found something similar from The Damn Blog

They have a bunch of funny links, check them out!