Sunday, March 08, 2009
Next
I was on an aeroplane recently. I had to go potty. The dude in the isle seat finally wakes up so I was able to get out. Just before I get to the lav. someone resembling Dr. Beard-Face ducks into do his business. No worries, I'll wait. And I wait, and wait and wait some more.
Finally I decide that even if he comes out now I don't think I want to go in right after him.
I make my way back to the aft lavs. of the plane because I am ignorant of the atrocities dealt there.
BTW who do they think they are fooling with the floors in the new plane lavs.? I know it is not real hardwood, why are you pretending aeroplane people?
Finally I decide that even if he comes out now I don't think I want to go in right after him.
I make my way back to the aft lavs. of the plane because I am ignorant of the atrocities dealt there.
BTW who do they think they are fooling with the floors in the new plane lavs.? I know it is not real hardwood, why are you pretending aeroplane people?
Friday, February 20, 2009
Nomenclature
I'm a visual person. Visual learner, expedited understanding for me comes from pictures and exploded diagrams. Give me a white board and an audience and I'd be in my element. Yesterday I took 7&8 to the Charles River Museum of Industry. I'd like to share my moment of clarity but I understand that it probably means more to me.
An elder statesman showed us a machine shop from the turn of the century (not that one the other one). This was right out of the industrial revolution. All of the machines were run from one power source (originally it was a water wheel then later replaced by a steam engine). From the source the machines were connected to it by a line of belts and pulleys. If a machine broke it needed to be fixed when it was not running but you couldn't stop the power source or all of the machines on that line would stop running. So he shows us how if you move this lever the belt driving the machine slips to the side onto a free-spinning idle pulley so the rest of the line runs but the broken machine is not connected to the line or 'offline'
It is easy to forget that there is nothing new under the sun. Personally, I like their jargon better. I'm going offline new skool now.
An elder statesman showed us a machine shop from the turn of the century (not that one the other one). This was right out of the industrial revolution. All of the machines were run from one power source (originally it was a water wheel then later replaced by a steam engine). From the source the machines were connected to it by a line of belts and pulleys. If a machine broke it needed to be fixed when it was not running but you couldn't stop the power source or all of the machines on that line would stop running. So he shows us how if you move this lever the belt driving the machine slips to the side onto a free-spinning idle pulley so the rest of the line runs but the broken machine is not connected to the line or 'offline'
It is easy to forget that there is nothing new under the sun. Personally, I like their jargon better. I'm going offline new skool now.
Sunday, February 15, 2009
Exhausted
I'm so tired of being scared. Money, stolen nuke computers, peanut butter. Holy Crap!!!!
That last one is a statement rather than an addition to the list of things that have been held up as the latest catalyst in the extinction of the human race.
I want to hear a report on politicians going on a spending spree with their own money. Cars, refrigerators, zagnut bars. And I want it genuinely legit so it won't come out later that they took the zagnut from a baby. In addition to the spending their own money how about they take a pay cut too. CEOs should do it freely, willingly and not legislatively. You wanna be on capital hill and a hero in this mess then take a pay cut, hire more people. Go to the freakin' laundro -mat and get some take out all on your new bike. Bad guys will not look for politicians on bikes (unless you are Sen. Kerry).
Winter break is here and I should be concerned with a choice of Kennedy Library or Charles River Museum of Industry not whole wheat or wonder bread.
I appreciate a reminder that it all could end tomorrow but it being the lead on every news outlet everyday accompanied by apathetic commentary that is an assault on the senses.
Look at me!? I'm doing it too. So I'll leave you with this...."Oh stewardess, I speak jive." thinking about this week has kept me laughing. "Ma Mamma didn't raise no dummies. I dug her rap."
Thursday, February 05, 2009
brevity
Over the last few months I've done a lot of explaining about why I don't write long messages.
Explaining why has taken a lot of words.
But in explaining this philosophy (I don't know what else to call it) of mine I found myself spouting poetically.
Lately I have been putting down books that don't grab me as far as writing style is concerned. The content is compelling to say the least but without a smooth road for this mind to roll down I just don't have the energy.
One main influence for this probably corporate e-mail. I constantly edit, cut, revise to remove any question or interpretation to my message. Another influence is my experience in tech support. While blind-folded I had to tell folks, without ambiguity, how to use things as they were designed to be used (note the tongue-in-cheek).
Say it without wasting time.
Say it with no room for interpretation.
Get the point across.
Get out alive.
Tuesday, February 03, 2009
Swing 'n a miss
So, I finally engage the matriarch. Then I don't understand why we agree. WTF. I repeat....W.T.F!!!
I will understand one day. However, I don' t know if I already understand. OMG, I'm screwed. I know who the stronger sex is. Do I have to scream it?!
If we agree and I have a high opinion of myself then who was right first? Damn it, I'm either really American or really a man because I need to know who was right first. I don't care who was 2nd but I need to know for posturing sake.
If Be gets me a beer in March with the top off then my failure will be complete. But what if I am OK with that!?
Apples
Why does 1 bad apple spoil the whole bunch?
I have been talking with people who make me remember how consistently awesome I am. So why does the silence from the other side of the stage resound louder than the snuggie who loves me!?
Broken hearts suck, suck, suck!!!! Even if it is a man-crush in a hetro, I need more peers.... way.
P.S. Bose headphones are the nicest thing you can do to your ears.
Thursday, January 29, 2009
The face rings a bell
I got a haircut today, one of my favorite things to do. On a morning talk show was the scuttle-butt over Jessica Simpson's scuttle-butt. She has put on a few and I say beauty is within and hotness is at the core (just like mother earth).
Then they said something like we get to choose the best of the best picture to put on facebook and celebs get photos taken at most inopportune times.
I think I will choose the most unflatering picture of me so when people see me in person it will always be like, "Hey there dream boat." and I'll be like, "Sorry darlin' all of this is spoken for." and they will cry and I'll feel all hot.
So, I'm going on a chocolate, cheese and beer bender so I can get ready for my close-up.
Monday, January 26, 2009
Giddy-up
After a down week I'm back to my gregarious self. Geez the blues suck. As an emotional state, not as a music genre.
I have a lot of volunteer events coming up. Separately they are wonderful, but they are happening back-to-back. That seems to happen in Nov-Dec and Jan-Feb to me. I'll do benefit rides in the warm weather and community service in the Winter. But what do I give up? Being a jolly ole elf or toting barges and lifting bails? They both have their rewards.
Speaking of benefit rides: be prepared I only ask for one cause and that is the MS ride. I'll start fund-raising soon.
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