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Drunken Babel

I learned a couple of weeks ago, on a field trip I took, that I would rather hang around a group of drunken college kids than a group of drunken 'adults' (30+) ANY day. Druken adults aren't cool, even though they think they are. They're rather obnoxious, and while college kids can be that way too, there's still something different. Maybe it's the fact that they're trying to hit on people much younger than them, which really isn't cute. Who knows. All I know? Not cool.

I really need to take up smoking, because it's not fair how many breaks the smokers (all two of them) get in our office. I say that because one of them just left, again, to go smoke with her friend so she wouldn't have to stand out there all alone.

I saw "Babel" the other day. Excellent movie, although there are some scenes that might not be so appropriate, i.e. nudity. But it wasn't out of context with the movie. Some movies throw in nudity/language just for the sake of nudity and language, but this was part of the story line and character development. It was kinda sorta like "Crash," which I also really liked.

I'm not very motivated today. Nothing is working right. Our GIS isn't working right, my pen won't work right, my eye is twitching (not sure why), and I really wish it was Friday.

U2 rules.

Weaves and things

I updated my "things I've asked for at work." So far we're not having much luck, although we're still working on the margarita machine. The only thing we've scored was the cheese curds from Wisconsin...which were mighty good. I think Ima hang a mosquito net over my desk for a more tropical feel. I wanted to put a tent up, but that seems so unwelcoming.

After watching a football game last Sunday, an awesome new band name came to me. It was inspired by a little harmless hair-pulling, which in my mind, is the dude with the long hair's bad. If you're going to let if flow in the breeze and someone happens to grab it...your bad. I rather enjoyed that manouever. Anyway, I got to thinking how much more awesome it would be if his hair came out...thus I was inspired, and "Fistful a' Weave" was born. A darn (language) fine band name to be sure.

Carry on.

Fiddlin'

It's that time again! The orchestra at my church has been summoned, and it's time to dust off the ol' violin. I've never been a fan of practicing, not because I don't like it, but because I hate the way I sound. It's not necessarily out of tune (although I won't claim all the notes are...) but it sounds twangy and just...not cool. Well, a friend of mine suggested I go practice in the bathroom, and let me tell you...AMAZING difference! The accoustics in there rule, so that's where I practice now. You can hear yourself and your intonation a lot better and the sound is fuller. So I sit on the ol' tub and go to town!

A fellow violinist in our orchestra bought me new steel strings that are suppoesd to be hard core, but two of them (the A & E) broke when I first put them on and tightened the pegs. Out of all the strings, those were the ones I really wanted to get replaced, because they're starting to fray and need to be replaced. But I got the G & D on and I already notice a difference. I have to play really hard core on them now because they're stretching and I want to get them fairly stretched out before we perform. I get some pretty raggedy notes before I start tuning! He said he'll search for more strings and hopefully he can come up with an A & E.

Re-stringing always takes me back to high school, where our orchestra director always made us rub chalk (yes, chalkboard chalk) on our pegs to make them stick. Needless to say, not exactly the best thing for a violin.

Pirate for Congress

This guy rules. He almost makes me want to move to Iowa just so I could vote for him. I say almost, because of the whole moving to Iowa thing. So Mr. Hill will have to have my symbolic vote.

If only more politicians could be this raw. Some of my favorite parts:

"Chain-whip me if I ever ride in a limo"

"What you see is what you get. I am the only drunken Pirate seeking office in this great nation. What a sad testimonial to our political system when a degenerate like me, feels like the most honest candidate on the ballot. "

"Can the American voter accept a flawed person or even down right ugly one to represent them? "

"I would have your wife right in front of you. I would smoke the last of your glaucoma medication. Then I will surely drink your liquor cabinet dry. However, know this my friend. I will never break an oath to uphold the public trust. My affidavit will be signed in my own blood. A Pirates crimson mark, with real binding effects into my after life. Laugh if you will then ask yourself if you could do it. "

"My grades were below average as were my mile times. If I were in school today there would surely be some unpronounceable learning disorder tagged on me. The Pirate blames instead a restless mind and an urge to wander for my poor academic performance. One must be accountable to himself to stay honest. "

"The apathy and lazy attitude of voters has left our Congress crippled by Shysters (language)."

Pirates rule.

This rocks

I found this little gem today: http://littledemocrats.net

That rules. I read a few of the sample pages, and I'm so tempted to buy it. But I think I'll refrain. More books should be made like this - bedtime stories at their finest.

Carry on.

One sugar, or two?

McDonnie's new marketing ploy around this hoppin' city is that they will now put your sugar and creamer into your coffee BEFORE you get it. Oh yes, that's right. You order a large coffee with three sugars, one cream, and when you pull to the last window to receive your caffinated beverage, no messy sugar packets for you! Why? Because your three sugars, one cream, are already dissolving in your hot coffee, spreading their creamy sweetness to perfection for your first sip (caution: contents extremely hot). Amazing!!!

Oh wait. Too bad my old McDonnie's has already been doing that for quite some time now. Way to finally catch up, oh innovative metropolis! I have been disappointed on occasion when I get coffee and ask for sugar or creamer and have been handed a fistful of sugar packets. I refrain from giving them a disdainful look. It's nice that I can now enjoy the same comforts here as I did there.

But syriously, the radio stations have been going crazy over this new wave o' higher customer satisfaction. One station even sent their people on-site this morning to 'celebrate' in this new phenomenon. I wonder if it took extra training? Ha! Probably did. That makes me happy. I bet I would've tried to get out of it.

So, I send a shout-out to my former employer, because I'm lovin' it. May you continue to lead the way in customer satisfaction for years to come!

Things I've asked for at my job:

-Summer's off (with full pay, of course)
-Field trips
-Paddleboat (for the lake out front)
-Margarita Machine
-Mandatory nap time
-Laptop (so I can work from outside)
-Buffalo skin rug
-Cheese curds from Wisconsin*
-Pralines from New Orleans
-Something Elvis from Memphis
-Heated leather chair (with a built-in cupholder)
-Taking time off to celebrate Kwanzaa
-To be able to go to Carter's funeral