tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35021822011-07-14T17:28:31.462-04:00you are not alone. well, yeah actually you are.rotameushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05688038353564452093noreply@blogger.comBlogger2351100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3502182.post-1132006644487414132005-11-14T17:10:00.000-05:002005-11-14T17:25:30.566-05:00

How Jolly!In honour, perhaps, of Festivus, our Fearless Blog Leader is swapping green for red.Red, the colour of the blood which they expect to suck from him. Little do they know, green got it all years ago. Suckers!Bon voyage, mon ami.

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Sure work sucks...But it beats dying from brain cancer at age 38. Or from stomach cancer at 37. Or even from a heart attack at 72.Being my friend is fatal.

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Girls and BoysSo my little brother is getting married. Not a big suprise. He's quite a catch.... despite his untamable nose hair. Well at least SHE loves him.A special boy he is... chess master... non boozer... bad dancer. Real Love is a strange thing. It doesn't conform. It doesn't take sides. It doesn't have a rancid smell. What?! What!? It's true... REAL LOVE has no odour. Real Love

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Fuddle Duddle?Does Sharon deserve the Nobel Prize?...or just the finger?

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Seasame Street Schooling I only just heard of Cookie Monster's new diet yesterday - the one that includes a handful a vegetables with his now restricted cookie intake and the song that preaches "There is a time and place for cookies." The mentality behind cutting back our furry blue friend's carb intake makes perfect sense to me - the growing obeisty problem in our youth is clearly the result of

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Homework PerkYes, I landed me a cozy, home based job where I blast the radio to drone out the sound of the incessant tapping of my tired fingers on the keyboard and curse at my bosses at the top of my lungs....and yet I couldn't seem to make the bile stop rising when the phone rings long distance and I know it's them. Clammy hands, voice cracking like a prepubescent kid I used to answer, feeling

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The Armour and the DellFor all their supposed "Amazing" and "Astounding" and "On-Site" claims about their technical support service, Dell is NOT living up to the expectations that IT built.I've only spoken to 6 (or is it 7?) help desk reps for a total of probably 8 hours, so maybe I haven't given them a fair shot here. It's hard to aim accurately all the way to India.It's the additional 30+ hours

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Mr. TeaseDespite his flashy gold necklaces and gruff attitude.… Mr. “T” a.k.a . Laurence Tureaud, may have very well been the soft, queer-eye-esque icon of the 80s. Even A-Team co-star George Peppard once, at an awards show, referred to Mr. T’s “T” as standing for “Tenderness”. Well if that’s not a load of “gay” then shit… I dunno what is. In other news Simpson’s character announced Gay!Carry

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GREEDY PUCKERS Bias disclosure: I have no patience for greed in anybody, but particularly in professional athletes. Both the owners and the players will come out just fine from their petty and drawn out fight. Their salaries are so bloated that they could take a 99% cut and still be better off than most of the people who fork out to watch them go out and play around on the ice. The impact of

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One In The Hand Today, Mr. Bush asked Congress for 80 billion more dollars with which to fight those deadly insurrectionists in Iraq. Clearly not a tour de force in the Business 101 department, someone needs to have a chat with Dubyah about cutting into the bottom line.

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Well. That's deep.

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Corporate Transparentpee. Peeing in your pants during work should be avoided. However if it is inevitable, consider the following case studies which clearly support employee transparency as it relates to premature & spontaneous urination. A. Pro Active Communications Approach "Attention everyone! I peed in my pants! ....(pause for effect) ....Please gather in the cafeteria for more details"

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US vs Them The other night on an American music awards show a successful music producer was attacked. This incited an off-stage brawl that eventually led to the stabbing of one man and the charging of another. Then, a few days later, a couple of professional basketball players who also happened to be American went ape shit and attacked the very fans that are responsible for inflating their

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Pears are my favourite It’s days like today that I am grateful that the “Users” in my life let me be.

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Poor Fit You'd think that with all the running we do in this massive corporate hamster wheel that we'd at least have a buff, athletic physique.

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"Is It Me?" No, just because you have a history of ignorant and petty bosses who lack the professionalism (nevermind the basic social skills) to prepare a proper announcement about your leaving for a new job...this is not a reflection on you. They're just losers. Welcome back to civilization, Feeb Master.

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Still Festering Awesome film last night - "Le Grand Voyage" (a France-Morocco coproduction). The tale of a journey to Mecca from France - with the modern son imprisoned in the car with his traditional Muslim father. The concept is not new, but it was handled so well. The people in Venice liked this film, too. Last weekend it won the Gold Lion for Best First Feature Film. I wish my friends the

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Film Festering I was pretty happy to hear yesterday afternoon that we were going to get a chance at work to get some free tickets to the Film Festival. Of course, most of the films are showing either tonight or tomorrow night. Not much notice, but since I'm not one of the "married with kids living in the burbs" drones, I'm OK with that. Today I hear that the VPs have already taken their pick of

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Useless Google Research – Part 1 Those who know me know that I frequently have moments of bizarre contemplation. Like when I wondered whatever became of early nineties television personality Mayim Bialik. Best known for her role as Blossom (1991-1995) on the television sitcom of the same name, Miyam has spent the decade following the show’s cancellation involved a multitude of movie and

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All For The Dough Purse The Olympics have started and of course so have the doping scandals. Shamefully it was the Greeks, the very country hosting the international games, that were the first to turn in sullied urine. I feel for these athletes. They are under a lot of pressure to perform. These games become a sort of war where you can either survive and triumph over the rest of the world

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Cinemixtures The Joy Luck Fight Club Through a series of recollections, four young Chinese America born woman and their respective mothers born in feudal China explore their past then engage in gratuitous bouts of pugilism. Killing Fields of Dreams A New York Times journalist is driven by an unseen voice to establish a baseball field in a Cambodian rice paddy during the mad rule of Pol Pot.

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Leurc Si Dog Madame de Stael said that "One must chose in life between boredom and suffering". I believe this to be true. I find that the more I resist tediousness, the more I suffer and the more I try to comply and accept life’s injudicious cruelties, the more disconnected I feel. The worst part… is that I’m not alone. A lot of people I know feel the same way. As I’m sure do a lot of

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Buzz offMosquitoes are nature's way of telling us to stop f'n around. Honestly, if you're working outside - building a deck, for example - do you get bitten by mosquitoes? No.Helping the homeless guy? No. Selling street meat? No. When do they get you? When you're just out there to have a good time.*skritch-skritch, skritch-skritch* So, to Mother Nature...F-OFF!

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Hummena Hummena What role do our actions or inactions take in our lives? Who's to say that getting "out there" and meeting people, participating in events and looking for opportunities is really going to make a difference? Who's to say that just sitting at home watching TV alone on the chesterfield necessarily negatively impacts the path of our life? Maybe we're meant to sit at home and

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Merry Melodies On CBC Radio, there is this new program called "50 Tracks" that resolves to identify the TOP 50 songs of the last 100 years. So, I put it out there… what songs do you think should be included in Top 50 Songs of the last century? I submit: - Chuck Mangione - Feels So Good - Wilson Pickett - Mustang Sally - Dave Brubeck Quartet - Take Five - Bob Marley - No Woman No Cry - Stan

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Fissy Hit Top 6 Things That Could Go Wrong When You're Trying to be Dramatic: 5. The Door Won't Slam. Instead It Shuts Slowly and Quietly Even Though You Put All Your Force Behind That Mofo. 4. You throw yourself on the ground in a public place. Except there was a tank mine there and your fat ass set it off. (It is a dramatic spectacle but your head is a kilometer away once the dust settles)

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They Violate My Space... A buddy of mine is moving back home to the East Coast. Not a really close buddy… but a good guy, who will be missed. This is the guy who taught me to read regularly… the guy who introduced me to authors like Ken Kesey, Hunter S. Thompson and Larry Flynt. Y’know… the classics. Here’s what I’d like to say to DH. First of all… I hear that DH is really G. Second of

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Trance Sit I live in the "East End" of the city. Today was one of the first really humid, smoggy, shitty Toronto days this year (to which my generation has become so accustomed). I noticed, riding the subway first West then South… that the North-South train was NOTICEBALY cooler than the East-West train. That is, the train that carries the more affluent "Downtowners" to the city’s "Uptown"

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Wontcha be? Today my neighbour told me that someone had knocked on the door of another one of our neighbours, a neighbour whom I’ve never had the chance to meet. This person pretended to be ME. The imposter laid on some thick story about how he had just moved into the neighbourhood (he had probably seen the For Sale sign on our lawn a few months earlier). He cited my house number and

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Victoria’s Secret This weekend marked the official launch of the "summer season" for most Canadians. Us Canucks affectionately refer to the first long weekend of the season as "May Two Four". Although commonly believed to be a National Holiday created by the Molson's Beer Company, the actual historical significance of May Two Four has nothing to do with the Canadian unit of measure for lager

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Free o' males The other day on ESPN or TSN… or one of those sports channels, there was this "Miss Fitness" contest. You may have seen these pageants? Where the girls have rock hard abs and Schwarzeneggeresque biceps? They sport super-tight ponytails that stretch their faces back like Janice the Muppet. Then they dance around the stage doing one-handed push-ups and back flips to popular

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The Quintessential Employee As some of you may know… I loathe the corporate life. The ‘pot luck’ lunches. The rampant insincerity. And worst of all… the incompetent assholes that leach from my never-waning fountain of positivity and hard work. Ahem. At any rate, I am really… REALLY tired of supporting useless corporate morons who are too stupid to put together any logical thoughts or

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Freed? Ummm.... Didn’t the "Coalition Of The Willing" go into Iraq to free the poor, helpless Iraqis from the manacles of abuse and tyrannical rule that Saddam Hussein had wielded over them for dozens of years? Abuses like… ooooh… Gee, I dunno… the inhumane treatment of prisoners? God bless America.

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Hands So Low Today, in the washroom at work, I noticed a posted bulletin entitled “How to Wash Your Hands”. It was quite competently printed on an 8 ½ X 11 sheet of paper and ran about 200 words. There were two copies of it… one on each side of the row of sinks. It detailed the hygienic reasons behind washing your hands and then provided a numbered list of the actual procedures that must be

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Bush ...whacked.

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It's All in the Name As I struggled to wake up this morning, the news announcers told two stories: 1. The remains of Antoine de St-Exupéry have been located in the waters off Marseilles some 60 years after his plane disappeared. M. St-Exupéry wrote the well-known book "Le Petit Prince" - morals for a modern age disguised as a children's story. 2. Ten years ago today marked the beginning of

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You’ll Understand When You Have Kids… My busy life has kept me from expressing myself via this blog. However, I have made a point of expressing myself in other ways. Like by swearing at those around me and by throwing child-like tantrums when I don’t get my own way. Well, whatever works. In Ohio, this lady was sentenced to 6 ½ years in jail for faking that her daughter had leukemia. She

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Java Jones If we'd had a coffee machine this cool, I'd have been a convert way back when.

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Citizens Cultivated Many years ago (in the 1960s), the Ontario Ministry of Tourism (I think) put out this pro-Ontario theme song. A few weeks ago while visiting as a guest on the Conan O’Brien show, actor Jim Carey (an Ontario native) resurrected the song by singing his own unabashed version. This prompted the cracker-jack-idea-machine that is our government to consider re-releasing a “

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From The Cradle to the Gravy… On a sad note, Fernand Lachance, the Canadian inventor of poutine passed away earlier this month. For those of you who don’t know, poutine is a delectable concoction of French fries topped with gravy and cheese curds that is enjoyed the world over. Mr. Lachance died of (go figure) pulmonary disease. Apparently “the town he called home is looking for a way to

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Cock Talk I think that Rusty the Rooster should be the next Governor General of Canada. During his 25 year tenure on the CBC, Rusty the Rooster embodied what it meant to be a true Canadian. He was inquisitive, loyal and even though he lived in a giant castle, he was humble. You may say, “Representing the Queen is no easy task!”. Well I’d say “Neither is living in a cloth sack or playing

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The Tinseltown Trinity Mel Gibson is bankrolling this new flick called ‘The Passion of the Christ’ which is to be released on Wednesday Feb 25, 2004 - Ash Wednesday on the Roman Catholic calendar. The movie is supposed to detail the final hours of Jesus Christ’s life. In what is an apparently graphic depiction of torture and crucifixion, the movie promises to be one of the closest, most

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Grow your penis by 8 inches Top 5 Valentine's Day Ideas for those who just want to do something different this year: 5. Say "I Love you" through a voice box. Once the obligatory Valentine's Day intercourse takes place, moan through the voice box. No matter how heavenly your orgasm is, you will sound like Stephen Hawkins. It will be funny and rejuvenating! 4. Show your loved one how cost

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Stupid Cupid Valentine’s day is a scam. If you truly appreciate your spouse, then you should show them every day… not just on February 14th because retailers tell you to. Here is a list of 14 nice little things that you can do for your loved one on the other 364 days of the year to show them that you really care; 1. Don’t drink excessively and then viciously beat them for not having

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Brother, can you spare a twenty? I recall the good old days when someone needed a few coins for a coffee...or a bagel...or a phone call. The cost of inflation has really hit home. I find myself being propositioned for 10s and 20s now with regularity. Perhaps it is rather presumptuous of me to expect to see the money again. I mean, it could be implied that it is spare change. Unfortunately, I am

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50 Cent Equivalent Today we had a Software Development Framework - Panel Discussion. While my contribution was limited to a series of "Hmmms" , "Ahhhhhs" and "Ohhhhhs", I was also able to write some hip hop lyrics. Although my hip hop lyrics will not help my company in any shape or form, my company's Software Development Framework will do nothing for me....so we're even. Peep this: What is my

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Ah, verage. It's important to give kids the real linguistic tools they will need in life. I did my part by teaching my friend's 1-1/2 year old the following words: snot sub-standard mediocre (his favourite of the 3) I feel better about the future.

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Right Urns (More Thoughts) I am fond of the analogy found below and would like to add a couple of thoughts: >> Hope the aimless folks dont purchase a solar powered vehicle >> The width of the rearview mirror is inversely proportional to the amount of times the drives looks at it. >> The harder you accelerate, the quicker you run out of gas. Conclusion? Coast...and you will live longer. >>

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Right Urns I have often compared life to a car with a full tank of gas and the choices that we make to the roads we take. Most people spend their lives driving aimlessly until they finally run out of gas before reaching their desired destination.... which ironically, is a destination that they had no idea how to get to... no map to follow and in most cases never even figured out what the

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My call? Jacked son! So I guess that the parents of the 12 year-old boy at the centre of Michael Jackson’s LATEST pedophilia scandal aren’t going to be up for any Parent of The Year awards. You’ve got to wonder about people who send their child for ‘innocent’ sleepovers into the home of creepy, middle-aged man who lives in an amusement park. Jackson is the ultimate stranger with candy in

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Karmalat So you may have heard about this international company based in Italy who are missing something like 4 billion euros. Once considered a ‘blue-chip’, their stock has now dropped to almost nothing… leaving their stock-holders to pick up the tab. Their executives are facing big charges that could land them in jail for a long, long time… Their employees are awaiting the fate the company

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Crappy New Jeer Hello, and thank you for joining us. In case you didn’t know, today is the last day of 2003 and the first day of the rest of your life. So what will you do on this day of commencement? Meditate? Speculate? Fornicate? You have choices. Will you do the right thing? Lose that weight? Quit that vice? Eat more fibre? Infinite choices, finite time. Cruel isn’t it?

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Merry Covetousness For many Christian families around the world, tomorrow will mark the first time that their child celebrates Christmas. “Baby’s first Christmas” is a memorable rite, that wouldn’t be complete without photograph-endowed tree ornaments, sliver plated cenotaphs and videotaped proof to corroborate the celebration. Baby, will watch in starry-eyed wonder as shiny, new things bring

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Whines & Cheeses It seems that every year I grow a little bit older, a little bit wiser and increasingly more bitter. Especially towards Christmas. I may not be green and furry, but I despise this retail ritual with grinch-like abandon. We are horrible, gluttonous, filthy consumers. The more we devour, the more we want. It’s sick. I hope I get an XBOX for Jesus’s birthday.

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Grateful The varied crises of friends and family drive home how fortunate I really am.

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E-Valuation Revisited While still waiting for that elusive and supposedly annual review, it was announced in a team meeting yesterday that I have yet another new boss. This is the sixth official boss in less than 17 months. The unofficial boss has until tomorrow to complete my 2003 performance appraisal. This boss is out of the office today and I've got a roster full of meetings already

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Docile Domicile So yet another chapter in the horrible story of my road to adulthood has come to pass. I recently committed to the purchase of a home. Well, half a home actually… it’s a semi-detached dwelling. I remember when saying that I had a “semi” meant something entirely different. Nevertheless… a semi it is. I had looked into buying a detached home, but the city is expensive and

rotameushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05688038353564452093noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3502182.post-1067897624500195362003-11-03T17:13:00.000-05:002003-11-03T17:13:43.100-05:00

Faugh! OK. As bad as we may feel the hamster wheel can be, chances of GBH (Grievous Bodily Harm) are generally somewhat minimal. My father, while visiting a factory, had his ankle run into with the rear wheel of a front-end loader. Nothing broken, but the abrasion is expected to take 2 to 3 months to heal. How is this possible?

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E-Valuation If you start a job, a job that hasn't existed before you started it, and you aren't given a job description and you can't create a list of goals to which you will be held accountable a year later because the scope of your project, and hence your job, changes every few hours, and if your first boss quits, your second boss quits, your third boss is a contractor and is, therefore, not

wAnderLosthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14681995208843719405noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3502182.post-1065624583367776272003-10-08T10:49:00.000-04:002003-10-08T10:52:27.640-04:00

Doublin' Animals marching 2 x 2 Twins Coffee for some Dipping Or nothing Trouble Thing 1 & Thing 2 Your pleasure, your fun Peas in a pod On a bike Your odds Bubble Bon Voyage

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Cardamom Like a voyeur (that'd be the peeping tom), it spices things up. Like Hanoi (that'd be the capital of Vietnam), it is exotic. Unlike Doomhauer (that'd be Dom), it smells yummy.

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Blooz So, if sadness is "the blues", why do I feel grey? Dull and metallic, not shiny, magpie-attracting metallic. Just old lead pipe grey. And why do my eyes feel (but not look) red? I am a gaping void Where loneliness resides. The song in my heart turns mournful and off-key. Where have they gone? Where have they gone?

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Agrarian Marion. Madame Librarian. Has she forgotten her farmland childhood? Has she been uprooted from the very soil from which she sprouted? Does she drift aimlessly as a tumbleweed? Does she try on new identities as she slips into a book during work hours? Will the dirt fall off the heels of her sensible pumps? Will she acknowledge her cousin when she passes his John Deere on the street?

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fArt I have not made any contributions lately. It simply did not cross my mind. Incidentally, I've been experiencing tremendous amounts of gas and bloating. Take this here paragraph as a fart. Mmm...I feel much better.

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Cashless Society Click here then "Click Here to watch it".

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C'est Frômage It's not so much that they are moving my cheese, it's that they are giving me blue cheese. It stinks! I'm the City Mouse, not the freakin' Country Mouse. I want to explore all kinds of new cheese, I don't want to merely follow the scent of the cheese I've already tasted. I don't want to be offered "tasty new cheese" only to discover when I go sniffing that it's the blue cheese

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Hole Grains I started eating bran a couple of weeks ago. I eat a bowl of it every morning. Needless to say, my regularity has improved. There are few things as satisfying as a well-executed elimination. It’s like a symphony of nature, body, mind, spirit and plumbing. Everything comes together with the simple intention of moving cargo from one place to the other. Bran is like the Fed-ex of

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Light Shed So you might have heard about this power blackout we had last week. I was diligently working on my computer when the whole world just turned off. While our ineffectual politicians waited for each other to do something, our brave citizens took matters into their own hands. Citizens engaging intersections where traffic lights had failed, to provide direction. Citizens wandering the

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Puppy Love I love my dog. I think that most “dog people” would share my sentiment…. Well I mean about THEIR dogs. Not MY DOG per se. They would love THEIR OWN dogs. And Why not? Dogs are selfless and loving. They don’t hold grudges. They keep their genitals remarkably clean. I could say less for most of the people that I know. My dog (Boris) is a big soul in a little body. He is a

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Relations of Mass Dysfunction I have heard people say that as you grow older you more and more start to act like your parents. I can’t imagine this happening because I can’t see myself having children. I don’t particularly like them. I didn’t particularly enjoy being a child and I CERTAINLY don’t see myself sharing my stuff with some mouthy, little ingrate. Some of my friends say that I’m

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Far The People, Off The People, Buy The People What's the difference between being rich and being wealthy? I equate 'rich' with the QUALITY one has in life and I equate 'wealthy' with the QUANTITY one has in life. By my own observation.... One can be wealthy without being rich... take a guy like Kobe Bryant... all kinds of QUANTITY... still fucks around on his wife. One can be rich

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In Loo Of... When I die I want to be cremated. I find the thought of slowly rotting in the dark earth a depressing rite. Not that I will necessarily have thoughts of depression as a corpse. No, those feelings are strictly reserved for our time alive. I don’t want the sanctimonious sprinkling of my ashes off of some picturesque cliff or into the ocean deep… rather, the by-product of my

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Deliver us from evil There’s a coffee shop near my office that I frequent on a daily basis. As it is in the ‘heart’ of the financial district, we are sometimes treated to a fine display of Suits. “Suits” of course is the generic term that we use to describe the dolled up ladies and gentlemen who strut around this city like the job they do is somehow making the world a better place. In

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If You Please I took a cab last night. One that I called for, not some random taxi scoping the streets. The driver took almost 20 minutes to get there, in spite of the fact that I was located approximately one minute away from several hospitals where many cabs tend to flock. The driver didn't bother to open my door, leaving me to struggle with two large, heavy bags. The car reeked of fresh

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Stroke of Luck I just read an article about a medical study out of Australia that “suggests frequent masturbation by men in their 20s provides protection against prostate cancer later in life.” Wow. You mean that all those years of unabashed self-loving were good for me? I now carry around a copy of the article for occasions when I feel the urge to… practice the preventative procedure for

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NeoBlog Cool. Blogger re-designed. How lame is it that I'm noticing this now? It probably changed months ago. Alas. A Lass.

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Yes, I'm Not. we recently asked one of our co workers to join us for drinks. he responded by saying: "I may have commitments on that day" ... isn't it absurd to state that one "may have commitments."? how can you be uncertain of having committted to someone or something? shall we come up with a new classification: "conditional commitment"? Whereby you are able to commit without

Stanislaw Smykowskihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06180780041084379042noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3502182.post-1056385004302518262003-06-23T12:16:00.000-04:002003-06-25T09:03:07.790-04:00

Turdy I turned thirty today. There are so many things I wanted to have accomplished by today. So many things that I should have. And so the list remains…. - grow a fu-manchu styled mustache that dangles past my collarbone - perform the role of Mr. Mistoffelees in a raunchy off-Broadway rendition of “Cats” - wax my choada - eat an entire turkey in one sitting - sew a quilt or charming throw

rotameushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05688038353564452093noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3502182.post-955521162003-06-11T11:30:00.000-04:002003-06-11T11:30:45.553-04:00

Celebrity Square People often say I resemble Denzel Washington. Either that or Kris Kristofferson.

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Sex Education - the Co-Op Program On the news this morning: Women accused of sex, rum parties By Scott McCabe, Palm Beach Post Staff Writer Friday, May 2, 2003 Two women -- a Girl Scout registrar and an elementary school worker -- were arrested on charges of throwing alcohol parties for juveniles and having sex with two 13-year-old boys, the Palm Beach County Sheriff's Office said. And what

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Blogless In The Saddle Damn job is keeping me too busy to blog. Sad when you have to call at 9:00 p.m. to get the lights turned back on for your floor. Sadder when you have to call with the same request at 11:00 p.m. Seemingly hilarious when the PA system crackles at 11:55 p.m. with the eventual announcement that the building fire alarm system testing will begin in five minutes.

wAnderLosthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14681995208843719405noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3502182.post-906348772003-03-13T01:06:00.000-05:002003-03-13T09:26:39.000-05:00

See! Know Evil. A wise man (or was it woman?) once said to me: “Friends are a waste of time and money.” And no. This isn’t some outraged letter to the Gods speaking in some figurative tone. No. Wise person. True story. So what have I learned? Well…. First of all... People? Suck. Yes. They do. People use you. Cheat you. However, people are also what make life worth

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Miffed Lift While the world is enthralled in the prospect of war and goodness and badness and all that is right… I have a FAR more pressing issue that I feel deserves attention. That is, the issue of elevator etiquette. I realize that you feeble-human-shells love your place of work SO DAMNED much that you would bulldoze me down to be the first to board that four-sided, vertically traversing

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Sauce for the Gander George Bush Jr. spoke last night. He spoke of War. He spoke of Casualties. He spoke of defending America. He spoke of ending Evil Dictatorships. He spoke of Weapons of Mass Destruction. He spoke of Patriotism. He spoke of Sacrifice. I'd like to see the live television coverage of his twin daughters signing up as front-line foot soldiers. In fact, I'd like to see

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Clauses Infect I realized today that I drink a lot of coffee. I know this because I pee like 8 times a day. And while this may not be a palatable discussion for our forum... it points to a greater, more universal model... that of cause and effect. While the logic behind cause and effect seems clear: action -> reaction. There is an interesting article I read about it that points out the

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PFD George Bush Jr. is going to a Think Tank tonight. Isn't he worried about drowning?

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Learning Disability Yesterday, I saw two children fighting on the playground. It was such a stark contrast from the jovial mood shared by all other kids enjoying everything the park had to offer. The dispute was over a slide...and who would be first in line to use it. As the frustration mounted and their baby fat cheeks flushed with anger, the two children began an exchange of highly

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Optical Opium War... Is imminent... It isn't intelligent in its immorality... It is injurious, intimidating...ineffective. Insurrectionary ideas identifying its insanity? Instantly identified... Instantly interdicted. Interested? You’re watching CNN....

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How Big is Big? From what I've seen on TV, I know that starving artists...or rather Starving Artists are coming soon to a hotel location near me and that they sell sofa-sized paintings. Just how big is that? Is there a universal unit of measure known as a "sofa"? What is its abbreviation, "sf"? Is it part of the Imperial system or is it metric or something else entirely? I just

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Food for Thought You know you are disillusioned with the corporate world when you actually consider becoming a starving artist. Before I make this radical career shift however, I would like to interview some starving artists to better understand the Starving Arts industry. "Exactly when do you recommend I stop eating?" "Will my artistic integrity be compromised if I snack in hiding?" "Define

Stanislaw Smykowskihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06180780041084379042noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3502182.post-885553562003-02-04T18:03:00.000-05:002003-02-04T18:08:44.000-05:00

Afterlife Strife I wondered today if I am destined to be eternally damned. While I’m not the faithful sort, I’m certainly not a sinner..or am I? Hence the internal dilemma of which I blog. Vanity: I live in a one bedroom apartment... I barely have a toilet let alone a mirrored armoire in there. Envy: I live in better conditions (despite the fact that my bathroom doesn’t even have a vanity)

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Prawn...gone …and while I promised myself when we began this little project that I would never use it to just dispense random brain debris… I feel that the world should know: I could eat an entire shrimp ring right now.

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BB King. I haven't written in a while. Blogger's Block. Sue me.

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Pressed for Time Little could I have imagined all those years ago, as I made fun of the Corby Trouser Press whilst travelling in London, that I would be confessing this to you today. Not only did I mock the ads, I presented this ludicrous and totally gratuitous appliance as the ultimate waste of money and space in the personal appliance category. To the Englishman I was staying with. This

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Cheese Whiz-dom Yesterday in a flurry of thoughts, it occurred to me that wisdom is simply observation. It’s the ability to step away from the pile and recognize it as a pile. “Hey, it’s a pile.” It’s actually the same principle that humour is based on. That Jewish comedian who had his own hit comedy show there…. He was a master of observation. All he would do was simply SAY… what everybody

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Thinking Inside the Box I got a voicemail yesterday from my former half-boss. Or maybe it was from half my former boss. Not sure of the correct terminology here. I left my last job well over six months ago. It took them until yesterday to follow up about how I charged my new business cards to the old department. They'd known about it since October. So far it's taken one voicemail and two

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Epiphany I just walked past a woman who was meticulously sketching a snow covered tree. She was doing so on the glass door to her office using a bright green Crayola marker. It was EXACTLY at this moment that I realized how much I hate this time of year. How much I hate the parties and lunches and everything green and red and snowy and religious. The phoniness of greeting cards and

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Valu-Mart Today I was mocking the Financial Company that employs me. A Vice President walked by, listened to my ranting and said in a robotic tone: "You know, there is value in working for a corporation." And walked away. Those were the most inspiring leadership words I have ever heard. I love you corporation. You give me value. I will be with you forever. And the day I profess my love

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Souled Out I am reading a fictitious book right now about an editor who discovers the ULTIMATE self-help book. Actually, I’m not reading it RIGHT NOW… I’m typing RIGHT NOW… but you get the picture. And the book itself isn’t actually fictitious… I mean, it EXISTS… the STORY is fictitious. With that said, I pose this question to the universe: “Has anyone, in the history of self-help books,

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Rage Against The Latrine There was little I could have done to prepare myself for the disheveled souls and the dishonest stench of the men’s restroom on the IT floor of this black tower. Not even the skillful prose of J.R.R. Tolkien in all his middle-earth-imagery could have told this tale of sadness and funk. And now…. this, this is my home.

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