June 30, 2003
Abbye
Check out Abbye at The Fire Ant Gazette she's so dang cute.
Uncle Ray's Pot Chips?
I ran across this on Curts Page.
Go figure they were made in Detroit. I have a sudden craving for Uncle Ray's garlic flavored potato chips....I think I'll run to the store. One potato, two pot-a-toooo.
Wonderful Pontiac Police
I have a staff of approximately 125 women. Too many times I've seen women come to work battered. Unable to come to work because they've been battered or battered and raped. I have no proof, but too many times they come crying to me, scared..who can blame them. Saying they've gone to the police, but they say there is nothing they can do. That's why this story burns my ass....let me share it.
What happened at the Police Department depends on who you ask.
Her family said she tried to report being raped by her ex-husband, Daniel Franklin, that day. But police said she merely sought and got information about personal protection orders.
The family's accusation was aired Friday at a news conference held with a family friend -- a distraught state legislator who co-sponsored the law that let Franklin walk out of prison 2 1/2 years early.
State Sen. Hansen Clarke, D-Detroit, said he was sorry for the deaths of Robinson and two of her daughters and promised to tighten laws to prevent a recurrence of such tragedies.
Franklin, 33, is being held without bond on three counts of first-degree murder.
Did you catch that...the asshole should not of been out of prison to start with some damn politician trying to save a Michigan buck allowed him to be released.
Speaking outside the townhouse where Robinson and the two daughters were found knifed to death last Sunday, grieving relatives said Franklin raped Robinson on June 18. Her mother, Gwendolyn Robinson, said she and her daughter went to police to report the attack.
She said they were interviewed by two women detectives who did not take a report, saying instead said they would look into it.
"This was a failure of law enforcement," said James Robinson, the slain woman's uncle and family spokesman.
Police, Robinson said, "turned their back" on the women's concerns.
Damn right they did. You can bet your sweet ass it wasn't the first time.
The women, said spokesman Sgt. Robert Ford, came to the front desk and asked about how to obtain a personal protection order. But they did not mention a rape or specific threats, Ford said.
The two women got the information and left, Ford said.
"If they had said there was a rape, we would have taken a report and investigated it. We have no report," said Ford, who denied the women were interviewed by detectives.
Clarke called for an investigation into the events leading up to the slayings, and said he would seek stronger measures to keep dangerous inmates behind bars.
Don't you just love how they are changing the story. Now they admit...oh, well she was here, but didn't say anything. Puhleeze....give us a break. You screwed up assholes. Admit it!
Franklin, who has a long criminal record, had been released from prison June 17, after serving five years for drug dealing. His release came 2 1/2 years early under Clarke's law reducing mandatory minimum drug sentences.
Robinson and her daughters, Taria Johnson, 8, and Rockell Johnson, 10, were killed five days later, stabbed to death in their townhouse in Pontiac.
A third child, Robinson's and Franklin's 3 1/2-year-old daughter, was in the home but was spared. Prosecutors said she witnessed the killings.
You read that right. She reported the rape the day after he got out of prison and five days later she and her children are dead.
Clarke said he now wants mandatory psychological screening of all proposed parolees, and that all state employees be required to report suspected domestic abuse.
Robinson, according to court documents filed by prosecutors, had told her Family Independence Agency caseworker that Franklin was threatening to kill her.
Yeah that's it, do psychological screening on prisoners. I'm sure they will score well ...they are in prison you dipshit. State workers don't already report suspected abuse....is Michigan in the dark ages? WTF?
Clarke wants outgoing mail from Michigan prisons screened. Franklin reportedly wrote threatening letters to his ex-wife, saying he planned to kill her.
Prison officials said this week that they screen mail coming to the 50,000 inmates behind bars, but not outgoing letters.
Earlier newspaper reports claimed Ms. Robinson had reported the threats to the prison authorities prior to his release. Ms. Robinson and her children died because several people fucked up and ignored this woman. I hope this family and the press takes this story and runs with it. Violence and threats are ignored here. It's become the way of life for too many, needlessly. Detroit has one of the highest crime rates in America for homicide and rapes. I would bet for domestic violence too....but who would know if no one takes the report. Yeah Pontiac PD....you look into it, but I bet you are spending more time looking into how to save your asses.
Firing Nurses
I fired two nurses today. Not a pleasant thing. Both of them should of been gone long ago, but I had to do that damn paper trail. These gals are from Detroit - and I mean Detroit. I have had numerous problems with them for unprofessional behavior. Loud, yelling, cursing...dressing inappropriately. These so called nurses have college educations. In all honesty I do not know how they passed any college courses. Their spelling is atrocious, writing skills unbelieveable in content, not penmanship.
The youngest of the two, who is probably around 25 or so. I tried to mentor - I would sit her down and compare her behavior to others which are obviously professional. She didn't get it. In her environment and in her thinking this behavior is acceptable.
She worked 11-7 and when she would call me in the middle of the night with stupid shit, I would try and walk her through the process of some critical thinking skills. I am so sad to say....there were none available to build on.
These two ladies I would not want to serve me my Big Mac at McDonalds. Many of the nurses in this area are graduating from college with skills and behavior like this. I want to know how. Has "diversity" (God I hate that word) caused the bar of knowledge required to be lowered? If it has...God help us all, because your life, my life could be in one of these Detroit graduated nurses hands. If it scares the shit out of me, you should be very worried.
Do-Not-Call List
More than 10 million phone numbers have been registered on the list in the first 4 days. I think that's a hoot. I love it...I have 4 calls today alone on my caller ID. All has to be telemarketers, 2 "out of areas" and one from Florida and another from 480 area code, where ever the hell that is. I suppose until this goes into effect the phone calls will increase. Annoying as hell. I have to wonder how many people will end up out of work.
June 29, 2003
Farewell
Somehow I missed it until right now. Katherine Hepburn died today. Guess Who's Coming to Dinner and On Golden Pond have always been on my favorites. I'm amazed that she was 96.
Pro-Life
I ripped this little icon right off of this woman's site. I'm 100% Pro-Life, always have been...always will be.
I hope she forgives me.
History of Flipping the Bird
Now who knows if this is true...but I received it in an email today:
A History of Giving the Finger
Before the Battle of Agincourt in 1415, the French, anticipating victory over the English, proposed to cut off the middle finger of all captured English soldiers.
Without the middle finger it would be impossible to draw the renowned English longbow and therefore be incapable of fighting in the future. This famous weapon was made of the native English Yew tree, and the act of drawing the longbow was known as "plucking the yew" (or "pluck yew").
Much to the bewilderment of the French, the English won a major upset and began mocking the French by waving their middle fingers at the defeated French, saying, "See, we can still pluck yew! PLUCK YEW!" Over the years some 'folk etymologies' have grown up around this symbolic gesture.
Since 'pluck yew' is rather difficult to say (like "pleasant mother pheasant plucker," which is who you had to go to for the feathers used on the arrows for the longbow), the difficult consonant cluster at the beginning has gradually changed to a labiodental fricative 'F', and thus the words often used in conjunction with the one-finger-salute are mistakenly thought to have something to do with an intimate encounter.
It is also because of the pheasant feathers on the arrows that the symbolic gesture is known as "giving the bird". And yew all thought yew knew everything!
Neighbors
My neighbors are driving me nuts. I live in an apartment complex, probably 12 buildings with each building holding 8 apartments.
An Indian couple lives across the hall from me and another couple upstairs. Other Indian families live in the adjacent building. The couple across the hall have a small child which I can hear at times but never see. Anyway..the family from the other building has came to this building at least 30 trips this morning. There are 3 of them. They come into the back door of the building, slamming the door, talking loudly. Meet in the hallway talking loudly. Go in the apartment for maybe 10 minutes..then go back. Sometimes together, sometimes one at at time. Then they come back.
Now I could see if they were carrying something either way. No. Just back and forth, back and forth. They leave the door propped open - which this is supposed to be a locked building, needing a key or buzzed in to open the door.
This process starts every morning around 7am and ends around 9p. When I'm at work, of course...who gives a rats ass. Then men smoke, and apparently won't smoke in the apartment. They go out front to do that. They have to move when I try to go in or out of the building. They never speak...but always nod.
Once in a great while I'll see the women. They never will speak or nod...only stare. What was really funny...the guy I just broke up with, when we would go in and out if the women were outside, they'd go apeshit over him. "How are you? Isn't the weather hot, cold, windy..." Anything they could think of. On those days...I would get a nod.
So other than annoying the hell out of me on my days off...they aren't bad neighbors. I guess I'm even used to the building reeking of garlic, olive oil and celery now.
Music Mirrors Your Mind
Now they've done a study on music preferences and personality.
The article encourages us to know what is in a potential mates CD collection. Just what I needed to know 25 years too late. The ex loved country. I abhor it. The last two flings loved jazz.
This is interesting:
I would like to know what they consider "complex" music. I guess country is definitely out. That always seems a no brainer. Jazz, not the contemporary stuff, always sound frenzied to me. Everyone doing their own thing without pattern or purpose other than to make noise. God knows I've tried to understand it and like it...but it reminds me of a panic attack.
My CD collection has everything but those 2 categories the rest is "diverse". (I'm so sick of that word lately.) Other than those you can find anything you might possibly want in my CD collection.
DA Seeks Death Penalty in Elderly Killings
Now a prosecutor in PA wants to propose legislation that if someone over 70 is murdered to allow them to seek the death penalty automatically. Apparently 7 other states already have this agenda.
I agree what happened to this woman is atrocious. Is it any more atrocious than what happened to the poor man that died in a windshield? Murder is atrocious. If a person is murdered, obviously they lost the battle...assuming there was one.
Now I've seen some geriatrics that can kick ass..some have even kicked my ass. So what are we telling murderers...if you kill someone over 70 you will die, but if you kill somebody who is 24, 33, 47, 69...ok, we'll put you up at the state hotel for 25 years? Once again...I wonder where I am missing the logic. I guess I need more coffee.
Butting In
When I carousing around the web reading blogs I often see new bloggers like myself struggling with formatting problems, blogspot problems...too many to list. I'm sure there is much I've even yet to encounter. It's actually mindboggling...and every day that I do post when I check my site it amazes me that it's there. Reminds me of when you first have sex...it's like wow, I did it! I can do that again! Ok, let's make it better! Then ewww....I shouldn't of done that. The world of discovering new things.
I'm not sure where I picked up A little Aardvark never hurt anyone" on my daily reads lately but I discovered a few days in a row that you couldn't read all of his posts. It would not scroll down. So for a couple of days I ignored it...then damn it I was missing some good writing. I wanted to see what else he was saying. So I wrote Loren. I'm glad I did. Now he's up and running and I can real the whole posts. Do you ever feel like you are butting in someone else's business? Do you let them know?
Prank Phone Calls
I really slept in late this morning probably because I was besieged with prank phone calls between 2:30 and 3 am. The caller ID of course said "Private" and no one was there. They just sat there. I would hang up..5 minutes later another. At 2:53am I unplugged my phone. I hate to do that because of being on call for work...but fuck them and whoever was having a good time last night.
June 28, 2003
Image
Well can you believe I added an image to my template all by myself on the first try? I can't. I think it looks pretty good too. Can you get sued for using someones work? The picture is called "Private Moments". Sort of a oxymoron since it's a public blog...oh well.
I'm Lazy and AOL men are horney.
I can't believe it's 4pm and I haven't done anything today. I need to get groceries..but that is boring. I have Pepsi and trail mix...what more do I need. As long as the toilet paper holds out...grocery shopping is not a top priority on the "to do" list today.
I signed on to AOL for awhile today, makes me feel like my $10 a month is worth it until I start getting IM's from horney men. What's the deal with these guys? No I will not tell you my bra size...loser go away! No..my son is older than you...you are 20 and a fool, you will not impress me on your stamina. I'm sure I can find a trusty (hopefully not rusty) vibrator around here with more stamina then you little boy. Go!
Why would some jerk think I would answer an IM that pops up out of nowhere and asks: "Do you like to be on top?" Puhleeze...and this guys profile says he's 52. Alot of these IM's just say "u gotta gif". Sometimes I just answer with "I speak English..sorry".
A few years ago I had this great picture I found on the web that somehow I've lost over the years. It was of a 500# woman standing on the road in front of a cornfield. She was flashing her breast - which of course were down to her waist. She had a pair of black fishnet thigh highs....which came to her knees and were filled with huge gaping holes. I can't remember but I think she had a front tooth missing too. I would send that out as my picture to these guys...I loved it. I would kill for that picture again...pay good money anyway. I know...I have a warped sense of humor.
FBI Tracking Terrorists
Well I obviously have way too much free time. Check this out.
Insanity Test
I failed this. Go figure. Make sure you have your speakers on.
A Perfect Relationship
This is my list of a perfect relationship...
1. It is important that a man helps you around the house and has a job.
2. It is important that a man makes you laugh.
3. It is important to find a man you can count on and doesn't lie to you.
4. It is important that a man is good in bed and loves making love to you.
5. It is really important that these four men don't know each other.
Nah...I shamelessly took it from someone else, but it's definitely something I could dream about.
Airport Screeners Stealing
I loved this article. Although I haven't had anything stolen the last few times I've flown it was obvious my things have been gone through.
I think this is ridiculous:
I learned quickly not to place anything of value in the bags I'm checking. I've also learned to use cheap luggage....I've had shampoo dumped on my clothes (it had been wrapped tight in a bag). Inside zippers and pockets torn beyond use. My luggage always arrives half zipped. The handle is broken every time...not any more. I use the cheap shit now.
What really ticks me off is when I watch them search the luggage and nothing is damaged inside then...but when I arrive at my destination and find it has been tampered with. Who is doing this?
Just for the record I hate it when I have to go stand in a certain area...without my shoes while they go through my purse and I can not see them do it. I'm all for security and checking to see if I'm a mad bomber...but damn well allow me the respect and courtesy to let me watch what the hell you are doing to my stuff. Damn, they could be the mad bombers planting shit in my stuff. Obviously better security is needed to check the checkers.
I've been through Detro Metro Airport enough to know they will hire anyone...obviously. Scarey.
Blogging
I woke up early this morning with a craving for Dunkin Donuts coffee. I still have it, but I'm thinking what is the point of getting dressed, driving 3 miles when I can make my own.
So while I'm contemplating this difficult life decision I decided to read some blogs. The first one I picked by pure chance is Dean's World. He has an excellent article on blogging and blogrolling.
Dean seems to have done a little early morning soul searching on why he blogs. He goes on to share his own theory of why we do what we do:
1) They enjoy the recognition they receive, in the same way that actors, comedians, and other entertainers do.
2) They want to change something about themselves or the world around them.
3) They hope that it may lead to paying jobs as writers, or at least help them build marketable skills in that area.
I think there is something missing from this list. Without help from Dunkin Donuts it's not obvious to me at this point in time what it could be. I don't feel I fit in #1 because I remain fairly anonymous here. Entertainers thrive on getting their face and name in lights...even pay people to help make that happen. Lucky for us Blogrolling.com is free. I will definitely admit there is a sense of satisfaction when your blog shows up on someones roll. I feel like gym class and I got picked to be on the team.....whew.
Regarding #2 on this list: I've always wanted to change something about me or the world. Somewhere about the time I hit 40 I took some hard lessons and realized I'd better accept myself for who I am. So I feel I am slowly evolving into whoever I will be by the time I die with the help of life experiences and ever gaining knowledge.
Last but not least #3: I love to write..mostly stories, mostly horror. I'll never do anything with them. I can't imagine seeking to get published. I do it for me. I don't share them and you can count on one hand the number of people that know I write....until now. Then again...no one here knows me.
So anyway, without Dunkin Donuts I have no clue why I do this other than I can.
June 27, 2003
Friday Five
1. How are you planning to spend the summer [winter]?
Oh yes...the vacation starts July 15. Amen. I wanted to go to Alaska until I seen how long the flight was. There is NO way I'm spending over 24 hours of my vacation in an airplane. Ok..so possibly CO, OR..somewhere in between. Other than that...work as usual.
2. What was your first summer job?
Babysitting for 50 cents an hour.
3. If you could go anywhere this summer [winter], where would you go?
Alaska....if Scotty can beam me up and beam me back down.
4. What was your worst vacation ever?
Went to SD Black Hills with the then husband and kids. It was beautiful..the hubby bitched the whole time about everything. It was the first and last vacation trip we took.
5. What was your best vacation ever?
Too many to list pre-marriage and post-marriage. I love to travel..well not true, I love to be in new places. I hate getting there. I don't sit well. Two hours is my max.
There are still 16 states I have not visited. Of those 16 left...the only one I really want to see of course...is Alaska. I've yet to have a desire to go overseas.
Friday
Oh yes sweet Jesus..it's Friday. Next week only 4 days. It's been a long damn week.
Last night on the street I work on they had one lane of the south bound traffic closed down. It literally took 35 mins to go 3 miles. So this morning....they have also one lane of the north bound closed. Fucking jerks. Isn't there some kind of law they have to tell you they are preparing to rape you out of hours of your day? Oughta be.
June 26, 2003
Drivers License Online
Now THIS really pisses me off. Being able to get anyone's picture of their drivers license is just not right. Check it out!
Gotcha!
Interesting
Now this site is the most interesting thing I've seen today. I would love to put this on my site. Maybe in my next life...suppose?
Another Day
I guess I don't have alot to say. Really not anything that interesting in the news that makes me sit up and take notice.
Yeah...so gays can do their thang...that they've been doing and going to do.
The dumb bitch who hit someone with her car is going to prison...now if she would've gotten off...oh yeah, I would be screaming.
Some might lose there overtime pay...big deal. I haven't had OT since 1986...welcome to the my world. Whine all you want...who cares, just get smarter at negotiations or get a new job.
I think the most important news of the day is tomorrow is Friday. Thank God.
Bagdad Bob
Damn....isn't he cute? I'm glad to know he's alive. Check it out.
I'm Melting.
It never ceases to amaze me how there can be a temperature average one week of 68 and 3 days later have 90+ degree weather. Whoever is in charge of this could we please have a slow adjustment period?
For the last 2 days I've contemplated shaving my head - seriously. Ok, so I wouldn't have hair for a week. There would be another 4 week period where everyone will begin questioning me and themselves if I'm a dyke. My hair grows at a rate of about an inch a month. So by September it would be to my jawline again...right? Christmas my shoulders, next summer back to where I am now...bitching about it being too hot.
The biggest thing about shaving my head that worries me...and I really can't ask a guy is: Where would my make up line stop for a couple of weeks? Like...should I put foundation over my whole head until the fuzz starts? Maybe not wear foundation and look like the snowball head for a week or two? Over compensate on the blush, mascara and eyeliner to break the white action going? Would I look like a painted cue ball then?
Ok, fuck it. It's just too complicated. I don't know how guys do it.
Sex Offenders Suing
Iowa has a state law - which I think is a damn good one, that will not allow sickos sex offenders to live within 2000 feet of a daycare or school. Good damn job Iowa! It seems the Iowa Civil Liberites Union claims this violates their constitutional rights causing them cruel and unusual punishment. So...who gives a rats ass. Why the fuck are they out of prison? Put their asses back in.
The big whine:
Move to fucking Iraq. Iowa does not want you. You should of thought about that before you fucking baby raping losers.
Check out the whine for yourselves.
June 25, 2003
A Blogging Fool
I stumbled across the funniest site. I'm still laughing.
Eating Our Own
I think after reading this article this morning I could almost consider becoming vegetarian.
This part definitely caught my interest:
If this gets out blowjobs could become ancient history. Damn glad I'm not a man.....scarey shit.
June 24, 2003
Ending a Relationship
Well I ended a relationship this evening. I'm sad. I also feel a tremendous weight has been lifted off my shoulders. I have been in a relationship with this man for almost 3 years. The first year, I will admit I thought I was in love. The second year things for me began to chill down. We were comfortable with each other, the sex always awesome.
For the last 6 months I felt increasingly distant to him. It seems our topics of conversation was dwindling down. It began to be much more comfortable to just sit and watch a video, or both of us reading our own magazines or books then it was to talk.
We had talked of moving in with each other but I would put the conversation off. I would say..I want to find a new place etc. But I would never look. We talked of marriage a few times the first year and a half...but he knew my feelings on the subject. So that topic came to a complete halt last fall.
Anyway tonight he came over and we were sitting on the sofa and I really just felt I had nothing to say to this man. An odd feeling. So what came out of my mouth was "it's over". He didn't say anything for awhile..then he asked for something to drink. I gave him 2 shots of whiskey and then I helped him gather his things. He refused my offer of helping to carry things.
After he carried the last of it out...he came back, finished the drink. We hugged...I told him to take care. He left. I feel weird. I even feel weirder that I wrote about it on here. I can't tell my mother on her birthday she'll freak. She really liked this guy.
Happy Birthday Mom!
Well today is my Mother's 67 birthday. Damn she's getting old. I haven't called her yet tonight because she usually goes out to dinner with one of her girlfriends.
Mom was a real looker in her day...her pictures of when she was a teen and into the 20's and 30's she looked alot like Dana Scully from the X-files. Now she looks like my dead Aunt Rose. It's such a bitch to get old.
Mom was married 4 times by the time she was 34. The last husband was the best of all. He I'm sad to say was killed in a car accident in '92. My mother's anorexia about killed her 2 months later...but she pulled through. She said she was done with men...no one could of topped David. I think she's right.
Mom made a life for herself being single...she has plenty of girlfriends, involved in the church. Has a dog that I think is now probably also listed in the will. She does ok. We get along alot better now with me in Michigan and she in Iowa. Love ya Mom.
Paranoia
Have you ever came home and felt someone has been in your house. Something didn't seem right...but yet you can't pinpoint what it is. Well the last couple of weeks, I have felt this. There have been small things that made me wonder...like coming home and finding my closet door in my bedroom open, and I could of swore I closed it. The computer desk chair pulled out, when I could of swore again...I had pushed it in. Small things.
Well today...I know this is strange but I closed a long black string in my door, made sure before I left when I locked up it was there tight. The door is dark..so it was not noticeable. Well when I got home tonight it was not there. It was laying in the hallway on the entry way rug.
Of course I checked the house out...nothing seems disturbed today, but I feel weird. No one has a key, well someone does obviously...so I guess I'll be doing the string thingy everyday for awhile. Too weird...I can't really call the police and say...Hey...someone moved my string.
I think I'm going to have to put something in front of my door tonight before I go to sleep. I had one attempted break in about a year ago. Someone in the middle of the night tried to literally break off my door knob and jammed and twisted the upper dead bolt lock. The real scarey part is...I slept through that. Oh well...this is Detroit. I could end up being one of those "minor" crime statistics.
My Email Address
Someone kindly pointed out in an email that I forgot to put my email address on here. Somehow, I managed to get my old site listed on here so this shouldn't be too hard, right? Uh huh.
Now my old blog just had a slot to fill it in, took the guess work right out of it. Now the writer of this email joked that my email address was AWritingFool@aol.com but little does he know ADamnFool was already taken, but I'm holding out for it.
Arrrgghhh! I don't want to go to work.
June 23, 2003
SARS
Obviously I haven't been following or seeing SARS much in the news the past week..so when I received mailing from the CDC today I didn't open it right away.
Well I just opened it to see there is 412 cases (probable and suspected) in the US now. Here is the site, check it out.
I guess I should get my head out of my butt and pay more attention. Sheesh.
Bored Shitless
Well I literally spent approximately 10 hours in front of this computer today, not only blogging the little bit I did but actually doing work work. I typed up analyses, action plans, etc etc. About 4pm my boss called and when I seen what time it was I couldn't believe it. Where did the day go?
Anyway, now I'm bored shitless. I have nothing to read in the house, I hate TV, I don't feel like a movie. I'm not sleepy..that's always a good option but I sucked down a pot of coffee today.
It's too late to go to the mall...well not really, but by the time I did something with my hair, face and found something cool to wear..the mall would be closed. Too much like work.
Well I guess I'll go see if my kids are online and harass them for awhile. I just love typing to my youngest "Go pick up your room!" "Get a job!" Damn he really is a good kid, smarter than shit. Ok...I'm rambling, time to shut the hell up.
Truth Laid Bear
I can't register my new blog on N.Z. Bears site. My old blog of course is still listed, and moving slowly up the list at #2280. Oh boy..I think I'm a crunchy crustacean.
I wonder what I'm doing wrong. I wrote yesterday about my problem, but still no reply. It's kinda fun to watch the list...well, it was.
Jealousy
I need whatever Kate is drinking. It's been far too long since I had a night like that. Of course puking after 2 drinks sort of puts a downer on the buzz. I hate when that happens.
All kidding aside, a big hug to Kate. The pain of a miscarriage is beyond words alone, the hormonal hell after is a cruel joke to woman kind. Kate - you and yours are in my prayers.
UM Affirmative Action Remains in Place
It seems universities can continue about their business in creating a "diverse" student body. The U.S. Supreme Court voted 5-4 to uphold UM admissions policy.
But in the undergraduate program allowing minorities a 20 point advantage in a 150 point scale was over turned. The 32 page report stated:
Now that should be enough to fire everybody up. Some will see it as a win-win situation...as we know many won't. Let the games begin.
Home Work...revisited
What did I say about staying home this morning and finishing it? Well I've been working on it consistently (except for phone calls from work) since 8:15am. Damn...I'm only half done.
Just for the record I hate Quality Assurance. I have a Quality Assurance person who I admit...I have let slide in her duties, that's why now I am picking up the slack, rearranging the whole program from scratch.
Trust me this will not happen again. I'll pick her up, set her on the right road with a 8 x 10 glossy map with the directions coming up and slapping her in the face. There is no room for error. The next is on her. She won't fail, I won't let her because I'm going to ride her ass until she's the best damn QA person anyone would loath to meet. So there. I'm glad I'm not the controlling type.
Streaker
I love streakers. I think they are hilarious. I've yet to see one in person and if I did I'm sure I would pee my pantyhose laughing.
I shamefully stole this video from Stupid Evil Bastard.
I hope he forgives me, but I do have a thang for running naked men.
June 22, 2003
Weekend Home Work
I brought a ton of work home to do this weekend. I picked it up once and moved it to the dining room table. I have to have a large portion of it done before a 2:30 meeting tomorrow...and it's not looking good.
I've decided I'm going to stay home in the morning and do it. I'm feeling tired, restless and resentful that my weekends continue to be bombarded with work. Enough. So I took today for normal weekend activities: cleaning, laundry, eating, reading...I even watched an hour of TV, woohoo.
Ohh...and I finished a nove Sleep No More by Greg Iles, on a scale of 1-10, I'll give it a 6. It was a real slow go the first half of the book.
Of course I won't tell anyone how I spent hours jacking with my template yesterday. That's a hobby right? An educational experience..let's go with that.
A Few Good Men
I just caught the last 15 minutes of A Few Good Men and Jack Nichoson's performance. I often forget about his short speech at the end leading up to admitting he ordered the code red. I think his performance in this scene is the most powerful performance I've ever witnessed. I do not know if he won an Occar for that performance but it would of been a damn crime if he didn't.
Snail Mail
Talk about snail mail being slow but this this takes the prize.
New Links
I cruised the world of blogs this morning and found a couple of interesting people. Sudden Nothing who caught my interest on varied things. Also, Yet Another Damn Blog turned out to be a good read.
I have a tendency lose interest quickly with blogs that discuss the nuts and bolts of politics and find myself returning to blogs that discuss life, fearless opinions, technology and just plain old bullshit.
Why won't the damn URL thingie work on MT? You know how hard it was to search for the code to do a URL, dang thing.
Altered Perceptions
I've always wanted to write a piece about the title of this blog. About 6 months ago I heard those words used together that reached into a different portion of my mind and meant something completely different to me. Before those words just meant someones perception of an idea, concept, viewpoint or whatever was altered because of educational, cultural or socioeconomic background from the "norm". Remember...I'm talking what it meant to me in my limited mind.
But what if sensory perceptions were altered?
Once I started thinking about this the possibility seemed very real and limitless to me.
I'm sure everyone has had these things happen:
See someone out of the corner of their eye..that's not there.
Swear they see a bug fly by.
Feel someone touch their arm, leg, face..whatever.
Feel a sharp pain in their knee, foot, hand, ribcage..again whatever, that suddenly or not disappears.
Hear a voice or your name called and no one is in the house with you.
An unusual odor occurs (perfume, flowers, ok..farts,) and no one is around or has been.
I'm sure anyone could add to this list but this is just a starting point the list could be endless.
What if at some point in life all of these things actually occurred and our mind did not process them until far into the future. Delayed perceptions? Possibly because of some electrical current firing between the synapses went astray to later find its way back home?
What if we are diagnosing and treating schizophrenia for auditory and visual hallucinations (hearing and seeing things) that they actually may have seen years ago...but for some unknown reason couldn't process until now?
In the medical field we've all dealt with altered perceptions that are current. In the pain field we call it referred pain. A heart attack victim has hip pain or jaw pain. An amputee victim has phantom pain.
What if the mind can skip a few beats like our hearts?
The idea is fascinating to me. Somehow I would like to work this all into a novel someday.
4am
Well I woke up at 3:30am must of been the extra long nap I took yesterday. I was going to work on moving some of my posts from the old site and guess what?
Blogspot must be down again. I can't get to anything. Well it's Sunday, what did I expect.
June 21, 2003
Lazy Day
Well I've really had a hell of a lazy day today. I even took a three hour nap. I can justify that because I woke up at 5:30am...rationalization always works for me.
I feel guilty for not even going outside today. Ever since I've moved to Michigan...being outside here just does not feel right. After 20 years of being outside and seeing deer, pheasants, rabbits etc...the only thing to see outside here is concrete and air pollution. I miss the quiet, the green and the peace of mind you can get from the country.
Yes, I realize I could move...but just for the record, where I live, I could drive more than one hour in any direction and not be out of the city. I drive an hour to work now...and I'm still far from being out of the city. Four years ago this was mind boggling to me. Actually it still is. Funny, but I feel like I'm in a foreign country.
Where I lived in Iowa, the closest town was 9 miles away. It was on a highway and 4 blocks long. We had one grocery store, 3 bars, a courthouse, hardware store, funeral home....and 6 churchs. No party stores...how did I survive?
Going to the city was Omaha or Council Bluffs...it was 45 miles away. I grew up in CB on the edge of town so I spent alot of time playing in the woods and hills.
I guess as I write here I am realizing I'm a little homesick. I probably won't get to go back home until August. Hopefully maybe, this time next year I'll be living there.
The Template
Well I've jacked with my template all morning and actually I like it. I cruised sites for about an hour until I seen colors I liked. So for now I've done enough. Maybe more tomorrow.
June 20, 2003
Pinging
I really gotta find out what this pinging shit is. For some reason I don't even like the word.
Friday Five
1. Is your hair naturally curly, wavy, or straight? Long or short?
Oh God..what a bad subject. My hair is just past my shoulders, it's very thick, wavy, curly...and it does exactly what it wants.
2. How has your hair changed over your lifetime?
I hate this question. My hair I was born with was reddish/auburn. I started turning gray at 18. By 32 I was all gray and began dyeing my hair..what it's natural color was. I still do, but I know that my hair would be completely silver if I didn't dye it. It's a hereditary thing from my father's side.
3. How do your normally wear your hair?
Parted on the ride side..no bangs. I try and straighten it every day...and that gets me down to just soft waves.
4. If you could change your hair this minute, what would it look like?
I'd be completely silver. I find it attractive now on women...if they are younger. Like moi....of course.
5. Ever had a hair disaster? What happened?
Every day of my life.
Well I'm Here
Well I am officially at my new site....sans archives. I give up. I tried from start to finish countless times. Obviously I'm missing something. I could never get it to import more than one post.
However many days I went back it would only pick up the very first post. Fuck it. I might try again tomorrow. We'll see. I have alot to learn on MT I can tell that.
It is fun learning...if it pans out I guess.
DPD Brutality
I have to share some info from two articles that finally made the front page of the Free Press. Check out 17 officers accused of city reign of terror and their shenanigans:
They threatened to kill a woman if she told anyone about the way they were treating her.
They stepped on the face of another woman with such force, they dislodged a tooth.
Prosecutors say these were not the acts of neighborhood gang members, but of 17 rogue Detroit police officers charged in a federal indictment Thursday. The officers allegedly stole drugs, firearms and money from suspected drug dealers during a two-year reign of terror on the city's southwest side.
If they found drugs, guns or other contraband, they would decide which victims to arrest and then falsify reports to justify taking them in, the indictment said. Sometimes they kept the money, drugs, or guns they seized and let the people go, the indictment said.
When they found too little contraband, they planted drugs, guns or money on their victims, the indictment said. Besides falsifying police reports, they also lied in court, the indictment said.
Do you get the feeling these guys could of written the TV show The Sheild? Then this article went and confirmed it Detroit's RoboCop. Hang on to your hat...here is yet another taste of what these guys get away with.
The officers stopped Adkins at 10:20 p.m. that night at Vernor and Lawndale on suspicion of a felony firearm allegation. At the time, police said Adkins scuffled with the officers after the traffic stop and tried to grab one of their guns. Several witnesses said the officers shot Adkins 11 times, while he was down on the ground, unarmed, according to court records.
Eleven times? Adrenaline rush...uh huh. I wish I could tell you this was a unique situation. It's not. It happens too often...but the mentality here is this: This is Detroit and it happens all the time, what's the fuss? No one is shocked or disgusted when they hear this anymore. It's routine. I'm glad the Justice Department is at least starting out with a bang...but it will fizzle out here. They will become immune to all the complaints and investigations. It would take years and years to sort out. In the end nothing will change.
June 19, 2003
First Amendment and "Kops Kourts Krooks"
First Amendment and "Kops Kourts Krooks"
Ohhh....I love this one.
Now this is pure bullshit:
Still, his refusal to obey Torres' order was still adequate grounds for contempt, the court said. Rather than declining to obey the court's order, Dudzinski should have obeyed the order and pursued the First Amendment claim independently.
Yeah right....freedom of speech but not in the courtroom. Pursued the claim independently my ass. So much for the First Amendment. It's contemptible alright.
Scarey Movies
I'm always on the hunt for a scarey movie. I definitely was more impressionable years ago then I am now. For me the movie with the biggest impact was The Exorcist. That movie scared the shit out of me and if I think about it, it still does. It wasn't so much anything in the movie but that's when I was introduced to even the concept of "possession".
I watch every scarey movie that I hear about and I'm still waiting - weirdly enough - to find a new thrill.
Maybe Bhoot is the one. I guess I'll have to wait for the Americanized version.
June 18, 2003
Adultery
I couldn't believe this article about stealing love. I have to wonder if this was a standard law if it wouldn't cut down on a few extra-marital affairs. I would think a nice little $100,000 judgment would definitely take the lust right out of any relationship. Damn expensive fuck. I've never met a married man worth that.
Illegal Downloading
I would think Orrin Hatch obviously has too much free time if he's that worried about this. We still have Americans being killed on foreign soil and he's worried about his damn royalties. Isn't there more important things to worry about like banning smoking, driving with cell phones, screwing the elderly out of health benefits? Come on Hatch...put those creative thinking skills to work.
Detroit Police Department
Again the shenanigans of the DPD make me laugh...because it's so sad. Make sure you catch this part:
The evidence room on the first floor of Detroit Police Headquarters became the focus of attention last year when nine people -- including a civilian employee -- were indicted on charges of stealing 223 pounds of cocaine from inside. The department had also announced that as much as $5 million in cash was improperly inventoried and could be missing.
Would the 8 other people caught be policemen? Well this newspaper definitely won't say....again. No wonder the dipshits have "cash woes". I think this police department could be HBO's next big comedy hit.
June 16, 2003
And Dean Said, "Let There Be Blog"
Damn...it works! Wonder how I change my skin.