Tuesday, June 30, 2009

Billy Mays

Billy Mays, I guess, died of heart failure, but he still wasn't wearing his seat belt when his flight landed.

Billy Mays was rich in money, rich in spirit, and probably a dick in every other department.

I had an isle seat, sharing my row with a woman and her father. On take-off, both the woman and myself noticed a strip of vapor streaming from the engine. She and I both thought it was an aeronautical emergency but her father assured us that it was just clouds getting sliced.

Then he said "If the lord decides it's our time, then it's our time."
So says the guy who can dress like the crocodile hunter and take two months off work to take his daughter on a mission to build a clinic in rural Asia.

So hey, maybe that's what Billy Mays was thinking when he blatantly ignored the fasten seat belt sign at the risk of getting chewed out by a flight attendant. "If the lord decides it's my time, then it's my time."
Fuck you!

If you're going to embrace gods plan by flirting with being projected from your seat and pin-balling through a cabin full of passengers then you're a fucking dick.

Saturday, June 27, 2009

My Michael Jackson Post

THERE'S STILL BLOOD ON THE STREETS OF TEHRAN!!!!!!!

If you loved Micheal Jackson so much, why did you let him die $400Million in Debt? Shame on you and your iPod.

Additionally- THERE'S STILL BLOOD ON THE STREETS OF TEHRAN!!!!!!!!

When Clinton was shooting Missiles into Bagdhad, Michael Jackson was the top news story.

After Bush stood in front of a banner reading "Mission Accomplished," we all turned our heads and started talking about Jesus Juice!

Now Iran is divided and we have to wait a few weeks before we get to hear MJ's toxicology report. I'm sorry but if his blood work comes back dirty, then we're totally invading Iran. (Cause MJ was murdered by the war machine).

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

Thanks

The person who thought that "tq," would be an appropriate abbreviation for "Thank you," was a fucking idiot for thinking that "Thank you," should ever be abbreviated.

Wednesday, June 10, 2009

Observation by the unemployed

I've come to observe that the only reason why facebook is so popular, is because it's pure drip girl abuse of myspace.

Seriously, it feels like a network built completely around the stupid bulletins girls used to post on myspace, the stupid comments they used to leave on profiles, and it's all wrapped up in a nice little package where random guys can't search-for/holler-at random single girls.

Monday, May 25, 2009

Racism????

Several hours of volunteer work made a participant eager to take on a writing contract, for an educational project which paid around 40cents per word. The project coordinator already had writers in mind. Those writers turned out to be slow, demanding and finally one of them walked.



With the position open again, and the participating volunteer having fully expressed an interest in taking on the writing contract - for the participant could have benefited greatly from the compensation and exposure - it was disheartening to hear that - though the participant had dedicated hours of work to the cause - the gainfully employed writer who was awarded the contract, was selected based on skin color.



According to Dr. Beverly Tatum, this is not racism because I am white, and the writer who got the contract... is not.



Even though I've read Tatum and preached similar material, I feel hella bitter about this.



Not bitter like "go back to your country," bitter.

But more like "I don't think you should use 'advancement' and 'social justice' interchangeably," bitter.



There's more to the story, so lets review the facts.



























I can fully accept this concept of "only whites can be racist," because the SYSTEM is created to view whites as individuals and non whites as Hyphenated Americans.

However, I don't think that this concept exonerates any American from Actin' Right.

And on the topic of writing, I think Hayden trumps Tatum:

"To put it succinctly, I feel that Afro-American poets ought to be looked at as poets first, if that’s what they truly are. And as one of them I dare to hope that if my work means anything, if it’s any good at all, it’s going to have a human impact, not a narrowly racial or ethnic or political and overspecialized impact."

Sunday, May 24, 2009

Fired???????

I no longer have the worst job ever!

According to the staffing agency I appeared to "lack motivation," because I asked for my Birthday off and also, on my fourth day - of having to stand around doing nothing - I arrived late.
There's no excuse for arriving late, but if you arrived late and still beat the boss to work, then the fact he found out you were late is cause to assume that his informant will most likely NOT be divulging that you arrive early every other day.

All I know is the other temp, who was eager to have a three day weekend, kept pressing me to ask the boss if we had Monday off. I had already told her that the office would be open Monday, and I later watched the associate manager tell her the exact same thing.

Everyone loves a three day weekend but I wasn't planning to take Monday off. In fact I told the other temp that because she already made plans to go camping, that I'd be fine with working Monday (which would've been a great opportunity for me to fly my first solo mission on a slow day.)

So at the end of Thursday, she went to the boss to inquire for herself. Then she left abruptly, and then I was asked not to come back. They said that "with the long weekend coming up" they thought I'd enjoy having Friday to myself as well.


I think I got fucked.


The staffing agency says they're not going to put a negative mark in my file because even though I was being trained by a temp who had a whole 2 weeks seniority over me, not having a desk, phone, computer or chair made it impossible for me to perform the job they hired me for (which, btw, was NOT Assistant Receptionist.)

I was viewing this shitty job as an opportunity for me to spin straw into gold. The only thing bringing me back to work each day was my internal insistence that this was a test of my enduring positive attitude. So being accused of lacking motivation is the fucking DIM (dick in mouth.)

Anyhow, they're looking to restaff the position but I think they're doing it internally because I have yet to see this posting on Craig's list.


Help Wanted:

Insecure, Front Desk Temp Seeks Assistant/Scapegoat

Full time, Mon-Fri

Duties include sorting, filing, copying and spending most of the day in time-out.

Successful candidates will possess mortgage industry experience and a complacency with having all interactions with upper management brokered through a jaded, error prone cow who is aggressively vying for permanent placement.

Permanent placement for this position is not likely, but it will feel like an eternity.

Applicants with birthdays need not apply.

Saturday, May 16, 2009

I'll have you know

The girl who did the voices for both:



Anne-Marie







and Ducky







died when she was ten years old.


Her father shot her in the head, then doused her with gasoline and set her body on fire.

(he sang the same verse to mom.)