But most importantly, have a safe Easter. I mean, it’s bad enough that the Easter bunny hates you. The eggs, though. You really gotta watch out for those eggs…
April 7th, 2012 · 3 Comments
January 20th, 2012 · 1 Comment
Born on January 25, 1938 and died on January 20, 2012….just a few days short of her 74th birthday. Man, I wish I’d seen her perform live.
November 15th, 2011 · 1 Comment
Different day, same cubicle. New boss, though. Really big on “process”, not so big on “getting shit done”. In the last few weeks…
- I’ve been told that I need to be in the office every single day (instead of telecommuting half the week or more),
- time spent in meetings has gone from around 5% of my time to roughly 20%,
- a fair chunk of my remaining time has been spent training a “senior” developer on Modern Programming 101 bullshit, and
- I’m constantly being asked why Project X isn’t complete.
Today, though….ahhh, today. Today was the sort of day that gives recruiters wet dreams. Today he comes by to tell me that the walls of our cubicles (yep, cube farm) are being lowered but not to worry! They’re putting noise-cancelling tiles in so we won’t be distracted by everyone else’s conversations. Uh-huh. Oh, and he’s probably going to need to swap cubes with me (my larger cubicle with a window view for his center-of-the-cube-farm one) because he needs his privacy and can’t have people looking over his shoulder.
Gee, I’m gonna miss this place.
October 22nd, 2011 · 3 Comments
Since T1G appears to have started hibernating a bit early this year, here’s a video that’s been amusing me…
The Donkey Whisperer
September 10th, 2011 · 5 Comments
Reposted… I haven’t forgotten, Rahma.
The attacks of 9/11 will never be forgotten, nor will most of us forget what we were doing, where we were, or the feelings that flooded through us when we first heard the news. Our thoughts, fears, feelings, and ideals were solid, etched in stone. For some of us that hadn’t known someone murdered that day, time has a way of wearing those firm and definite edges away, dulling some of those memories. Not good.
I did not know anyone taken that day. But I heard about a special project, 2,996 Tribute*, and signed up. I drew Rahma Salie. I’ve only “known” her for a couple of weeks, but her death has affected me. Deeply.
Rahma, of Sri Lankan descent, was born to Yuseff and Haleema Salie in Japan, February, 1973. She went to an international school there, before coming here in 1992, to Wellesley College, where she majored in International Relations, and Japanese studies. She was a consultant in an IT firm, and rose to the position of Chief Operating Officer.
While attending Wellesley, Rahma met Michael Theodoridis, who was attending Boston University. They fell in love, and Michael, a Greek Orthodox Christian, converted to Islam before marrying his bride in 1998. “They were very much in love. They wouldn’t do anything without each other,” her father said. “There was never anything but a smile on their faces.” One article I read called them inseparable.
When I first saw the picture of Rahma, I couldn’t help but grin. You can see the love she’s got for her husband, but you could also look at her, and just know that she was someone that you wanted to know. Needed to know. One of her Wellesley schoolmates said in a forum, “I bet you could also hear the sound of her laugh while looking at her picture.” I could.
She was a very outgoing person, leaving a positive impression on all that she met. Vibrant, successful, hardworking, and driven. Sweet, radiant, loyal, and loving. All words that were used to describe her. I really would have liked to meet her.
On September 11, 2001, Rahma and Michael boarded American Airlines Flight 11, heading to Los Angeles for a friend’s wedding. They were not alone. Rahma was seven months pregnant with their first child.
Many of the sites providing lists provide vague info, such as: Rahma Salie was from Boston. Or, Rahma Salie, expectant mother, and consultant. It bugs me. She deserved much more.
Rahma, you will not be forgotten by me. I wish I had known you, sister.
*The original link no longer works. Try Project 2,996 instead.
August 19th, 2011 · 3 Comments
The new Mastodon album comes out September 27th. Can’t tell you how much I’m looking forward to its arrival!
Their style is always changing, but they can always be counted on for smash face rock. Their new single caught my attention immediately, but after a couple of listens, it’s really got me hooked.
Hope they head out to this coast, soon…
August 17th, 2011 · 2 Comments
I’ve been watching these guys for a while now… Action Figure Therapy. Great stuff… many laughs.
Here, Angry Ranger gives his review of Captain America. Sweary bits and such.
June 29th, 2011 · 5 Comments
This is what a kids’ show should be like. Mastodon’s “Deathbound”.
May 2nd, 2011 · 1 Comment
I wonder if they considered..alternative disposal methods.
p.s. - Unfortunately, the video is noticeably out of sync but that’s the only clip I could find of that particular gem of a speech from Brick Top.
April 23rd, 2011 · 4 Comments
As you enjoy your kiddies’ loot from the Easter Bunny, remember that, for the rest of the year, he actually HATES you.
February 5th, 2011 · 6 Comments
Yesterday I made homemade chicken and vegetable soup.
Today I woke to a runny nose and sneezing fits.
February 4th, 2011 · 3 Comments
I hope this isn’t true…
Information about every Trident missile the US supplies to Britain will be given to Russia as part of an arms control deal signed by President Barack Obama next week.
Because if it is, this is outright betrayal of a long-time ally.
February 1st, 2011 · 3 Comments
I hope you all have a happy Working Naked Day!
January 5th, 2011 · 5 Comments
That day is not yet here.
So the first actual* day back in the office after holiday vacation, I’m sitting in a meeting with a couple of coworkers and we’re joking around about how it’s been so long since we were in the office that we forgot people’s names. After watching one guy wrack his brains trying to remember something in an app that we use everyday..
Manager: Wait, you couldn’t remember that?
Coworker: Yeah…I know.
Me: Maybe we should have a quiz in next week’s meeting. With tough questions about people’s names and stuff.
Manager: Sure! Questions like “What do you call your boss?”
Me: You might want to phrase that question a little differently.
Everybody laughed but…dammit. This stuff is gonna come back to haunt me, I just know it.
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* - I’ll have to do a separate post about this.
December 31st, 2010 · 5 Comments
‘Bout to spend the evening hanging out Jack and everyone’s favorite bartender, Lloyd.
Happy New Year to you all… Psychostick style: (sweary bits and stuff)
December 24th, 2010 · 6 Comments
Holy crap…. this just “slays” me! Not your Little Drummer Boy… so beware.
December 24th, 2010 · 5 Comments
For the first time in too many years, I actually did send out some Christmas cards. Not as many as I’d like, though… turned out to be a larger project than I had anticipated.
A few months ago, I finally stooped to buying some readers. Yeah, farkin’ READING GLASSES. The corker? When I was trying to read the price on the pair I bought, I had to put on another pair to see what the gott damned tag said. This has seriously pissed me off. One month, I can see… the next, I’m trying to decipher ink smudges.
As I was filling out the cards, I was quietly going nuts. Clear, blurry, clear, blurry, blurrily clear, clearly blurry. By the time I made it through a couple of boxes, my head was pounding. And not so much from the eye strain… it was more from the clenched teeth. Stupid dumbhead eyes!
Fat Dude… if you head through Gangland this evening, would you please bring me some new peepers? Thanks.
And Merry Christmas.
December 18th, 2010 · 5 Comments
I’m pretty sure that I have posted this before, but it’s a good one, worth repeating. Again, sweary bits are included, batteries are not.
December 15th, 2010 · 9 Comments
December 5th, 2010 · 5 Comments
New Christmas single from Corey Taylor, of Stone Sour and Slipknot. Sweary bits ARE present, so be forewarned.