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Disks in Rotation: Books Lying
Open • Dreams of Terror and Death, H. P. Lovecraft • Bloodcurdling Tales of Horror and the Macabre H. P. Lovecraft What's For Lunch? Soul-Devouring
Worry When I Grow Up:
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Friday April 12, 2002 |
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of the Day If you attack stupidity, you attack an entrenched interest with friends in government and every walk of public life, and you will make small progress against it. -- Samuel Marchbanks |
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Blog Various news things I noted yesterday. • Premature ejaculation a problem for about a quarter of men, according to a new survey. Or maybe it's just that those sex-hating harpies require 2 hours, 10 D batteries, and a bottle of bath oil to get properly warned up for us! *he said, in defense of his gender* • Men will do anything to get a peek into a women's locker room... • When a 69 year old woman armed with a tchotchke holds you hostage for 8 hours, you've got some explaining to do. Lucky she didn't crash the beauty parlor into the White House, or something. • A friend was able to see this site on Google, but only by typing in the exact URL. Which is of course totally pointless. It's on a level with being able to find a word in the dictionary if you already know exactly how to spell it and what it means, just to see if it's there. So should I run out and register www.dailyblogsandsomefictionandfunnyarticles.com? There are an enormous amount of blogs around now, but most of them are just that. Just blogs, daily rantings about this or that, but no content, and they aren't using them to sugar coat their deadly pill of fiction, as I'm supposedly doing. The current "War on Terror" seems to be growing blogs like mushrooms after a rain, as various opinionated and uninformed non-combatants race to vent the most spleen for or against Israel exterminating every last potential terrorist in the occupied territories. Or the US finishing off Afghanistan. Or moving on to Iraq. Or just throwing the back-stabbing sycophants in Saudi Arabia out • Buy Lara Croft's sticky latex clothing. An article about this can be seen here. I believe I saw this in person, looking like this. I didn't take the picture though, my view was more of her neck and shiny fake guns from about 80 feet away, over the heads of like 300 guys who wanted to see her enough more than I did to crowd around the stage for a better look. • A painfully clever article here, that I saw linked from Dooce. It examines and analyzes the formula used by "Men's" magazine Maxim, in hilarious detail.
Wondering what a Madelbrot set is? Well, you can read about them here, and be none the wiser for your efforts. |
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So I'm not working tonight, and they wouldn't tell me shit on the phone. I'm about to blow a Dooce here, blasting idiotic management, stupid busybody customers, myself for not calling the Union in immediately Wednesday morning, and anything else I can think to curse at. Called the stadium and talked to the vending supervisor, as they call him, and he had nothing to say. No I'm not working tonight, no he can't give me any details. He said I'd get notification in the mail, but nothing arrived yet. I live 10 miles from the stadium, if they mailed it Wednesday it should be here by now. This is the sort of thing that makes people hate management. Their weasely, gutless response to things. Rather than just telling me I'm suspended for X days, or I need to apologize to the customer, etc, they hide in bureaucracy and stupid "by the book" procedures. It would be so nice if the world were run by intelligent, flexible, common sense-enriched individuals. They could look at things objectively, make an evaluation, and go from there. Rather than depending on trying to stuff random life events into pre-written guidelines and rules that allow for no real flexibility or adaptability. I'm mainly disappointed in them being so gutless about a complaint. Sure you have to humor the customers, they've been told they are "always right" for years, and some of them (the ones w/o real jobs of their own) might even believe it. But no employee is so stupid as to really believe that. You tell the idiotically-irate customer what he wants to hear, promise that you'll take care of whatever has upset his little world, and then once they've waddled off, feeling self-satisfied, you go back to doing whatever you were going to do in the first place, knowing that their reaction was a rare anomaly and nothing to get upset about. So anyway, I'll see if I can get a couple of lingering site projects finished tonight, what with this sudden free time to work on them. =( |
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