Record Setter

Today I shattered my old personal record for a workday. My previous best was 19 hours about 3 years ago. Now.. it's 38 hours. I got into the office 4 AM Monday and worked until 5AM Tuesday, I then went home shaved and showered and came back to the office and finally left for the evening at 10 til 8. Needless to say.. I am pretty damn tired. I don't feel to bad right now.. but I think it's going to be a bitch when I hit the wall. Well if nothing else they can never say I didn't try.

Most of the headaches are a result of the crisis monitors installed in our printers. The crisis monitor basically detectd we had a big meeting tomorrow and gave me the finger. Damn printer worked fine and then voila.. you are screwed. Oh well, sboutldn't be surprised, seems like something always goes south right before a big event

OH THE HUMANITY

I am mentally shot... and I have to go into the office for most of the weekend. Fuck fuck fuckity fuck sounvabitch mother-reach-around rat bastard cocksucker fuck

I feel better now

Update: For the what happened question. In regards to why the weekend work. Forest for the trees. I spent too much time focusing on some minor details, all the while getting behind on finishing up some big picture things. Then we had all kinds of technical difficulties in getting aerials for Santa Barbara & San Luis Obispo (looks like I will get them but they are going ot look like shit). Much of my frustration is from lack of communication on all sides. I found out Thursday that the area I needed to cover grew considerably. Ugh.. I still hate working on the weekend but I'll survive

You Are Special..

Yes, you. You the one..

..crossing the street where there is no crosswalk or crossing when the light is changing, making everyone wait til you cross.

..jumping in front of the people who have been waiting in line for hours to see their favorite band.

..talking on their cell phone, describing the action scene by scene or discussing life in general during a movie.

..flashing their money around to get the royal treatment so you don't have to deal with the unwashed masses.

..driving down the shoulder of the freeway or anywhere there really isn't a lane so you don't have to be inconvenienced with traffic.

..whizzing through the intersection barely missing the pedestrian, since waiting for them to cross would force you to wait an extra 30 seconds.

Yes.. for all this and more I say YOU ARE SPECIAL. You don't need to be a sheep and follow along with accepted conventions of civility. Here's to you.... Fuck You Asshole

Flashback: Mapping Conference

I was thinking about some of my experiences as a mapping specialist and I dredged up a bizarre occurrence.

1999 at mapping conference in San Diego, sitting in a training class with 50 other mappers from all over the country. Trainer is showing off how his company had all kinds of market info down to the neighborhood level that they had from all kinds of sources. Ok, very uselful if we ever got our paws on it (6 years later we are starting to). A Mapper from one of our Texas offices raises her hand for a question. Goes something like this, "Are you concerned about this information getting into the hands of the Anti-Christ?"

At this point the hamster that has been keeping pace on the wheel in my brain stops, lights a smoke and says "duuuude." Collectively the rest of us were hoping that she wouldn't repeat this answer when the trainer asked her to clarify it. I know he heard the question, but like the rest of us he had gone past the "Deer in the headlights" stage we normally have with surprise and had gone to "Deer impacted into grill on Ford F150."

She confirmed the question, apparently concerned that Satan's minions would take advantage of the fact that the 300 Block of South Main Street made a lot of purchases at Home Depot. The trainer to his credit, sidestepped the obvious bizarreness by saying that the info was not very detailed and was mostly about buying trends in an area.

Certain people, usually those who outwardly appear to be a bit off, would seem to be the most likely candidate for this type of question asked in public. Here you had a very professional looking woman who was as pleasant as can be when you talked to her, not a frothing at the mouth wacko.

It was just a weird experience and reminded me of the old judging a book by its cover saying. I had forgotten about that for a long time, must have been the open bar after the great buffet diner.

I miss those conferences.

How is a Plumber Supposed to Smell?

There have been a number of ads on the radio lately for Mike Diamond Plumbers, "The Smell Good Plumbers". Their ad campaing revolves around someone calling for help since they have a plumber in the house with exposed plumber crack. Ok that can be kind of funny, but then they make the promise that their plumbers will arrive on time and be professional yada yada and smell good. WTF? It's like they are trying to tie in the fact that these other plumbers expose ass crack and by extension let off an ass stench. People, please... I appreciate the attempt but don't try to sell me on your service based on the fact you smell good... I wouldn't plan on standing anywhere near you why you unclog 3 years of matted hair out of the drain anyways

Alternative Lives of Cartoon Characters

Well you know that the Neo-Con's are afraid of a gay Spongebob, and that strange, fruity Teletubby. How come they aren't bitching about their predecessors. This is surprising since there are some pretty shady characters out there.

Let's start with probably the most popular Hanna Barbera character, Scooby Doo and his gang. You got a commune on 4 wheels traipsing from town to town. Shaggy and Scooby are of course total stoners. It's an easy call, they are always half asleep and got the munchies when they aren't out cold. If you have a problem with gay then you should be harping on Fred, gay as an Easter Parade. Ever see Fred put a move on Daphne? Nope, only reason he wasn't trying to bang Shaggy is that you can tell he's a neat freak and a dirty beatnick that smells like Great Dane wouldn't cut it. I can't confirm it but I think Velma and Daphne have been bumping it in the Mystery Machine.

These traditionalists should be throwing fits about Jonny Quest. Here is a kid being put in dangerous situations by the negligence of his thrill seeking father and his live in lover. Totally unhealthy environment. Hell they even bought some poor Indian kid to keep him company so they wouldn't have to bother.

What of Mr. Peabody and Sherman. Sherman is his "assistant". Yea right, Peabody is a total chickenhawk manipulating this boy for his twisted thrills. He's probably gone through a number of "assistants" who have since disappeared. Sherman is even mentioned as his "pet boy" so there is some fucked-up dominant-submissive thing going on there.

There is much more that can be said about the "good old" cartoons. So you old fashioned types, these new cartoon chacters aren't any more deviant than the old ones they may just not try to hide it as well.