Christianity -- The belief that a cosmic Jewish zombie, who was his own father, can make you live forever if you symbolically eat his flesh and telepathically tell him you accept him as master, so he can remove an evil force from your 'soul' that is present because a woman (who was morphed from a rib-bone) was convinced by a talking serpent to eat from a magical tree... yeah, makes perfect sense.
Saturday, June 30, 2007
Quote Of The Week
I got this one from Jason over at the ILB.
Wednesday, June 27, 2007
Happy Birfday!
See what you can find when you search "happy birthday g"? A cake that says exactly that! and in pink! Whoo!
See you on Friday duder.
PS - When you search "happy birthday gallagher" you don't get much except a blurry picture of Gallagher in a stupid hat and some other shit that has nothing to do with anything.
Tuesday, June 26, 2007
Monday, June 25, 2007
Saturday, June 23, 2007
Headline Yoou Don't See Every Day
Black lab drives owner's car into Idaho river. That's what I saw when I went to Yahoo this morning. I had to read it. And you can too! Here it is!
Wednesday, June 20, 2007
This Test Confirms It
I'm a nerd... kind of.
Sounds a little too much like "lightly breaded" or "lightly salted" for my liking.
Sounds a little too much like "lightly breaded" or "lightly salted" for my liking.
Monday, June 18, 2007
The Unhappy Little Cog
I'm just a cog. That's it. Small and apparently unimportant. And I'm sick to fucking death of it.
Working on the floor you tend to see things, understand things, notice things that people who work at a fucking desk don't see. It's hard to see anything when you're to fucking lazy to get off your ass and walk over to the stacks, I understand. That's why every now and again I mention things or send an email. It's not just because I love the sound of my own voice (I don't actually, I always think I have a weird voice) or that I love writing emails (I actually have a few other things I like doing better). I do it because, silly me, I thought I might actually be able to make a difference or fix a problem.
But no. I'm just a fucking cog.
Two years ago, TWO FUCKING YEARS AGO I sent a series of emails begging and pleading for something to be done about the graphic novel shelving unit. I got a number of flimsy, bullshit excuses. Nothing was done. Now someone higher up has finally noticed the problem. So it's being fixed, right? No. They're considering it.
Two fucking years later and they're considering it.
It's unsafe. It's overflowing. And it's wrecking the fucking books. You'd think that if nothing else, they'd want to save themselves a few bucks on replacing things their own shelving is thrashing.
So we're supposed to leave it. Because if it breaks then they'll have to replace it. Let's not mention the fact that if... make that when it breaks it will most likely hurt one of the patrons or one of the staff. But what does that matter. The only staff that goes over there on a regular basis is us. The chimps.
I'd love to say that this is the only thing that is pissing me off, that this is the only thing that's wrong around here. But it's not. It's not even close.
But they'll continue heaping on the bullshit by the shovel full until they crush us or we leave in disgust.
Working on the floor you tend to see things, understand things, notice things that people who work at a fucking desk don't see. It's hard to see anything when you're to fucking lazy to get off your ass and walk over to the stacks, I understand. That's why every now and again I mention things or send an email. It's not just because I love the sound of my own voice (I don't actually, I always think I have a weird voice) or that I love writing emails (I actually have a few other things I like doing better). I do it because, silly me, I thought I might actually be able to make a difference or fix a problem.
But no. I'm just a fucking cog.
Two years ago, TWO FUCKING YEARS AGO I sent a series of emails begging and pleading for something to be done about the graphic novel shelving unit. I got a number of flimsy, bullshit excuses. Nothing was done. Now someone higher up has finally noticed the problem. So it's being fixed, right? No. They're considering it.
Two fucking years later and they're considering it.
It's unsafe. It's overflowing. And it's wrecking the fucking books. You'd think that if nothing else, they'd want to save themselves a few bucks on replacing things their own shelving is thrashing.
So we're supposed to leave it. Because if it breaks then they'll have to replace it. Let's not mention the fact that if... make that when it breaks it will most likely hurt one of the patrons or one of the staff. But what does that matter. The only staff that goes over there on a regular basis is us. The chimps.
I'd love to say that this is the only thing that is pissing me off, that this is the only thing that's wrong around here. But it's not. It's not even close.
But they'll continue heaping on the bullshit by the shovel full until they crush us or we leave in disgust.
Sunday, June 17, 2007
Happy Birthday Sarah!
Here's a picture of a cake with your name on it in honour of you getting older. (it sounds less nice when I say it like that...)
Oh, and it's just a picture. I didn't actually make cake.
Come on, I gave you Polio. What more do you want from me!?
Wednesday, June 13, 2007
Steampunked To The Max
That's right, I said "to the max" and I mean "to the max". This computer is absolutely the most amazing computer ever. I'm going to have to either find the money to buy one or learn to make one myself, but this thing is way to fucking cool. Even the scanner is fucking brilliant. If I could get this setup and the Nautilus office I think my brain would explode from the awesomeness overload.
And yes, I know I'm a nerd. Thank you.
Monday, June 04, 2007
Friday, June 01, 2007
From Me To You 19
Man, it's been ages since I've done one of these.
- I'm tired, sick, PSM-y and it's raining. Avoid eye contact and sudden movements. I'm grumpy. Really, really grumpy.
- It's June. Take down the fucking christmas decorations already.
- If you come in to the library every single day, no matter what, the staff probably have a nickname for you. And it's probably not very flattering. (I can't vouch for anywhere else, but chances are good that if you're a regular anywhere this applies.)
- For the last fucking time, having headphones on doesn't mean that you need to yell. We can all hear you just fine. Lower your damned voice or take off the headphones before talking.
- I don't care how you behave in your own house, when you're out in public could you attemp to act human? Seriously, what the hell is wrong with you?
- I'm tired, sick, PSM-y and it's raining. Avoid eye contact and sudden movements. I'm grumpy. Really, really grumpy.
- It's June. Take down the fucking christmas decorations already.
- If you come in to the library every single day, no matter what, the staff probably have a nickname for you. And it's probably not very flattering. (I can't vouch for anywhere else, but chances are good that if you're a regular anywhere this applies.)
- For the last fucking time, having headphones on doesn't mean that you need to yell. We can all hear you just fine. Lower your damned voice or take off the headphones before talking.
- I don't care how you behave in your own house, when you're out in public could you attemp to act human? Seriously, what the hell is wrong with you?
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