o/~ I'm rocking the boonies... like Charlie Daniels did / I'm rocking the boonies... except he was talented... o/~
For want of much new material, I'm linking selections from webcomics.
Webcomic Quote of the Indeterminate Time Period (Part The First): "I want to know how this small town barely gots a mall, but it can support fourteen Tim Horton's." -- Robin, It's Walky!
Simply swap Tim Hortons for convenience stores, and that's Kerrville for ya.
WQotITP (Part The Second): "HE IS THE RUINER OF WORLDS!"
Now how bad is it when your mom looks over your shoulder while you're blogging? Granted, she's not the kind to make a habit of it, but I just now found myself in the unenviable position of having to explain the Blog Phenomenon to her.
Moving on, I can't believe that I've pulled out only my second win in my fantasy league. I used to be a frontrunner last year.
o/~ Wastin' away again in Pigskin-Loser-Ville / Searching for my lost shaker of salt / Some people claim that Limbaugh's to blame / But I know... it's that damn Ewok's fault o/~
And in other words, NO COCKBITE AT WORK TODAY!
That's all for now, Blog Nation... and now, performing their classic "The Thing That Should Not Be," here's Metallica!
Monday, November 17, 2003
Tuesday, November 11, 2003
Huck Fum
NP: Down By Law, "Haircut"
I finally got myself a steady job. It's good money (for Kerrville *spit*), but compared to what I was making, it leaves a little to be desired.
In my past jobs, Randal's Maxim held sway: "This job would be great if it wasn't for the fuckin' customers."
Well, this job in particular would be great if it wasn't for the fuckin' coworkers. Specifically, one coworker in particular. A number of you might laugh and smile that Been There, Done That, Burned The T-Shirt tight-lipped grin, but let me do the PSA on this guy anyway.
You ever have a coworker who has to have things exactly his way?
This guy has to subject us all to his rather dubious musical taste. Any CD I bring in, he rejects out of hand. Even things I believe everyone can enjoy, like Rancid or Metallica, or even Down By Law. If I beat him to the punch and put in one of my CDs, he takes it out and puts in one of his own. Doesn't even wait for it to finish or nothin'.
Granted, some of his selections are not all that bad, but for every FUGAZI~~~~ or AT THE DRIVE-IN~~~~, there's some band I've never heard of (Hot Water Music's "One Step To Slip" is my new Inexplicable Musical Mark while The Pixies I can take or leave), or stuff like Propaghandi (whose politics are waaaaay too... leftist for my taste. "Meat Is Murder"? Who axed you?)
However, this guy is a fhuge Hum fan. You know, the guys who did that "she missed the train to Mars" song? The rest of their music is in that vein. Now, I've got nothing against that band personally, and I think their music is quite fine in small doses.
What really gets my goat is that this cockbite (and yes, I call him that, sometimes even to his face) absolutely INSISTS on playing the same five to six CDs. EVERY. SINGLE. DAY.
And of those five or six, two of them are every Hum CD released from Downward Is Heavenward onward.
Today, I finally asked him straight up, "could you not play the same CDs every day?"
Cockbite has the unmitigated gall to say "Look who's talking!"
The sheer pot-kettle-blackness of that remark was astonishing.
The other coworker my age (another self-proclaimed "ultra-leftist"), thankfully, does not have the same ass-tastic taste in music (although why he doesn't like 311's Grassroots is beyond my ability to comprehend). Among his collection is Peter Tosh's Equal Rights (old-school reggae, and it's an education to listen to what William Gibson must have been listening to when conceiving some concepts for Neuromancer -- Wintermute calling Molly "Stepping Razor" when communicating to the Rastas being a prime example).
Unfortunately, the times when Cockbite deigns to let him play his stuff are few and far between, and almost always when Cockbite is out of the office.
It's enough to make you throw all his CDs in the microwave for a couple of minutes, just so he will be bothered to bring in some new shit.
The constant station-surfing of my DEPper group on the way to Randolph AFB to catch the Blue Angels seems ambrosial by comparison.
Speaking of which, to that guy who was "raised by wolvs" who filled out the card to get into the Navy Mobile Flight Sim ride and changed the wording on the disclaimer to read "will be used to send you lies and bullshit propaganda designed to brainwash":
If you felt that strongly about the military, then WHAT IN THE NAME OF BILLY MITCHELL'S WANG WERE YOU DOING AT A MILITARY AIRSHOW?
There's at least one Bosun's Mate who has a few choice words for you on that subject. Or better yet, why don't you join and find out first hand what sacrifices people make for the freedoms you enjoy?
Who knows, maybe you'll learn how to spell "wolves".
NP: Down By Law, "Haircut"
I finally got myself a steady job. It's good money (for Kerrville *spit*), but compared to what I was making, it leaves a little to be desired.
In my past jobs, Randal's Maxim held sway: "This job would be great if it wasn't for the fuckin' customers."
Well, this job in particular would be great if it wasn't for the fuckin' coworkers. Specifically, one coworker in particular. A number of you might laugh and smile that Been There, Done That, Burned The T-Shirt tight-lipped grin, but let me do the PSA on this guy anyway.
You ever have a coworker who has to have things exactly his way?
This guy has to subject us all to his rather dubious musical taste. Any CD I bring in, he rejects out of hand. Even things I believe everyone can enjoy, like Rancid or Metallica, or even Down By Law. If I beat him to the punch and put in one of my CDs, he takes it out and puts in one of his own. Doesn't even wait for it to finish or nothin'.
Granted, some of his selections are not all that bad, but for every FUGAZI~~~~ or AT THE DRIVE-IN~~~~, there's some band I've never heard of (Hot Water Music's "One Step To Slip" is my new Inexplicable Musical Mark while The Pixies I can take or leave), or stuff like Propaghandi (whose politics are waaaaay too... leftist for my taste. "Meat Is Murder"? Who axed you?)
However, this guy is a fhuge Hum fan. You know, the guys who did that "she missed the train to Mars" song? The rest of their music is in that vein. Now, I've got nothing against that band personally, and I think their music is quite fine in small doses.
What really gets my goat is that this cockbite (and yes, I call him that, sometimes even to his face) absolutely INSISTS on playing the same five to six CDs. EVERY. SINGLE. DAY.
And of those five or six, two of them are every Hum CD released from Downward Is Heavenward onward.
Today, I finally asked him straight up, "could you not play the same CDs every day?"
Cockbite has the unmitigated gall to say "Look who's talking!"
The sheer pot-kettle-blackness of that remark was astonishing.
The other coworker my age (another self-proclaimed "ultra-leftist"), thankfully, does not have the same ass-tastic taste in music (although why he doesn't like 311's Grassroots is beyond my ability to comprehend). Among his collection is Peter Tosh's Equal Rights (old-school reggae, and it's an education to listen to what William Gibson must have been listening to when conceiving some concepts for Neuromancer -- Wintermute calling Molly "Stepping Razor" when communicating to the Rastas being a prime example).
Unfortunately, the times when Cockbite deigns to let him play his stuff are few and far between, and almost always when Cockbite is out of the office.
It's enough to make you throw all his CDs in the microwave for a couple of minutes, just so he will be bothered to bring in some new shit.
The constant station-surfing of my DEPper group on the way to Randolph AFB to catch the Blue Angels seems ambrosial by comparison.
Speaking of which, to that guy who was "raised by wolvs" who filled out the card to get into the Navy Mobile Flight Sim ride and changed the wording on the disclaimer to read "will be used to send you lies and bullshit propaganda designed to brainwash":
If you felt that strongly about the military, then WHAT IN THE NAME OF BILLY MITCHELL'S WANG WERE YOU DOING AT A MILITARY AIRSHOW?
There's at least one Bosun's Mate who has a few choice words for you on that subject. Or better yet, why don't you join and find out first hand what sacrifices people make for the freedoms you enjoy?
Who knows, maybe you'll learn how to spell "wolves".
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