I was reading this article on CNN about a guy who had pictures of Brad and Angelina. I know a lot of people may disagree with me, but this is fucking ridiculous. Having your picture taken (pretty much everywhere you go) is part of your job! Your job is being visible. You expect us to pay $9 to go see you in Mr. and Mrs. Smith Part Seven, then you are making yourself someone who is visible in the public eye. I understand that people go to far by trespassing and endangering celebrities, but since when is it a crime just to take pictures of people? If they don't like it, they should get normal jobs, like mine. I have never been followed by paparazzi, no one has ever jumped over my fence to get pictures of me in my back yard.

I was reading this article this morning, which talks about a 14 year old Texas girl who is suing MySpace after she was assaulted by a guy that she met on the social networking site.

First of all, I can obviously see that this case is ludicrous, and I am sure any Judge worth the wood in their gavel will see it the same way. Suing MySpace over an assault is like suing the telephone company for getting an STD after hooking up with someone on a dating service.

Second, I know relatively little about MySpace, other than thinking its stupid. But from what I have heard, the whole point is that kids go on here, make a profile, so they can meet people. Whether they are meeting for a hookup or for friendship, I am sure differs from case to case. But from what I can tell, the 14 year old girl decided she was going to hook up with the 19 year old supposed captain of the football team (DUH!! I didn't know too many 19 year olds in high school), which, is a point that she names in the lawsuit (that he was able to lie about his identity - WELCOME TO THE INTERNET, HONEY).

So heres what I think happened:

The girl meets up with the guy. They go out someplace for a quick bite to eat (where would a 19 year old take his prospective 14 year old girlfriend - maybe for some pipin' hot Arby's?), They decide to go back to his place, since, like, his parents are SO out of town. Things get crazy, she touches his stiffy places and he touches her gooey places. Afterwards, he "assaults" her. I don't know if this is the sexual encounter itself, or if he walloped her ala Ike and Tina. She goes home, feeling bad, and says "You know what mom? You know that site you told me I shouldn't be using since I am only 14, and I didn't listen to you, and it wouldn't have made any difference because you have no FUCKING CLUE what I do on the internet because you are too busy with your adult life until it's too late? Well, I went there, and here's what happened." Now, Mom, being the smart Texas cookie we all know she is, says "Gee. It can't be MY fault that I didn't monitor my daughter's internet usage, and it can't be my daughter's fault for being a 14 year old skank biscuit who went to hook up with a 19 year old boy. It must be the COMPUTERS FAULT! LETS SUE THE COMPUTER! The computer should be smart enough to know that people are using Myspace for (SHOCK!) SEX and HOOKUPS?! [Watch CNN, bitch, everyone has seen the news stories]."

People are SOOO stupid and litigous anymore. You should be able to sue someone for being a stupid skank biscuit and filing stupid lawsuits. Then again, that would be counter productive.

We have been having a strange problem with our BRAND NEW HP computer lately. On occasion, when we restart the PC, we will lose internet connectivity until we turn the computer off for at least 12 hours. I have tried calling our ISP, Cox Communications, and they have run a multitude of tests and have proven its nothing with our modem, the lines, or their service. So when it happened again a couple of days ago, I decided that I would use some of HP's "Award Winning 24/7 Support."

Award winning? Where? In India?

Generally, I have no problems with this trend of employing people who may not speak english as their primary or even secondary language. But come on people. If you are a company that 1) primarily markets their products in english-speaking countries and 2) has a customer base that is primary anglophone, doesn't it make sense to have tech reps that at least have a basic grasp of the Queen's english?

Apparently not.

I was willing to let this go, to write it off as simply just a coincidence. Having worked in call centers before, my first thought was that this guy "Mike" could very well be someone who does not speak English all that well who happens to be employed at a call center somewhere here in the US. Then, I heard people walking past his desk speaking in a language I did not recognize. I was also asked to repeat myself several times, which annoys the hell out of my. Then, to top all of this, he kept using buzzwords that I am sure were taught to him by HP corporate employees. He kept saying things like "ok man" and "then everything will be cool." This all would have been of no consequence HOWEVER he had me do the same thing 5 times and it didn't work any of those times. He was fixated on it happening, and it never did. So I was becoming increasingly irritated.

Imagine my glee when my inbox announced the arrival of an invitation of me to take a customer service survey. I was honest, brutally honest. I feel that as an employee of a company that focuses on 1) clear and accurate communication and 2) customer service, that I can be considered knowledgeable on this matter. It's great if companies want to reach out and stop requiring that people be english-native speakers. But you do need to be able to support people that speak english. This should be a minimum requirement.

Maybe I should learn to speak Hindi since George Bush's economic policies are pushing more white collar jobs out of the country, while he slams the door in the face of people wanting to come to this country for blue-collar work.

God country music is awful. My boss has it on the radio today. This song is singing about chasing a neon rainbow and living a honkytonk dream. My god i am going to vomit. There is no artistic merit to it whatsoever. If you could take a pile of my dogs shit and turn it into music, it would be this shit. I may not make it through the day.

Go fuck yourself. No one listens to you, except for the few people that watch the 700 club in the morning because its better than watchin Suzanne Sommers on the Home Shopping Network (or so they say). No one believes that God himself is responsible for terrorism or for hurricanes or the fact that you look like a wrinkled old assprune. Perhaps someday someone should consider assasinating you, you are preaching a more toxic message of hate here to A-Merkins than any foreign dictators.

Signed,
America.

PS. Really. Go fuck yourself.

So you want to see the kind of shit that goes on in my office?

Last night, I was keeping to myself, having a Dr. Pepper. I set the can down in the back and went out to the floor (everyone leaves their drinks in the back). The other three people working; Erica, Derrick and Andrea; were in the back counting Erica's drawer and talking. I went back again after Erica and Andrea had left to get another drink. About a third of the can poured out all over my white shirt and my tie. Derrick said "oh, they must have slit a hole in your can." It was the perfect size for a box cutter gouge. I was pissed off. Derrick kept laughing like he knew who did it, but wasn't giving me any information. I told him how pissed off I was (just by keeping quiet which, in John language at work, means I am pissed off). He finally admitted to me that he did it. He didn't think it was going to pour out, maybe just get a little on my chin. Never to be outpranked, I quietly plotted my revenge.

When Erica had left, she left Derrick two cigarettes on the back counter. He smoked one right after they left (and right after the Dr. Pepper incident). While he was out having a cigarette, I took the remaining smoke and shoved it up both sides of my nose, all the way in to the good stuff, and took pictures. Then i laid it back on the counter, and he was none the wiser. When he went out to have his last smoke break right before closing, I sent him the pictures so that he would get them while enjoying his smoke. It was hilarious. All I could say is, "Don't fuck with me..."

Anyone who has read my journal before knows that Fred Phelps has been discussed here. He is the biggot, son of a bitch "pastor" of Westboro "Baptist" "Church" in Westboro, KS (made up mostly of his inbred children and their horriffically ugly children). He also runs God Hates Fags (not work safe). Looking for amusing hate pictures today, I came across this one..


WhatEVER will the gay community do without the support of these seven handsome young men??

I am so glad that Phelps is starting his inbred trisomey grandchilden on a path of hatred soon. I hope that a plane (with no one in it, of course, im not a monster) crashes into his "church" and kills everyone in there in a firey blaze.



After posting the last picture, I realized that the sign contains the EXTREMELY silly sounding phrase "but(t) my (w)hole" hahahaha.

Beating cancer, and coming back to keep yourself is such great physical shape IS an amazing acheivement. Winning one, let alone seven Tour de France races IS also an amazing acheivement.

Doing it while doped up on performance enhancers is just wrong and means that you're a jackass that took the victory from someone who was stronger than you and worked harder at attaining that goal.

I am not a laboratory, nor do I know all of the facts (nor do I care an immense amount). But here is what I do know:

*Armstrong's 1999 sample, tested recently, came back positive for EPO.
*Armstrong's trainer has come out and said before that she traveled to obtain enhancers for him.
*The American sports media has made such a hero out of him, that they don't want to submit a mea culpa and admit that he's no better than those baseball players on steroids.
*According to NPR, Armstrong has 18 ATTORNEYS working on pending litigation around the world. Michael Jackson, a possible child molester and award winner for the wierdest person alive doesn't even have a third of that. Why would an athlete who kicks all around butt need 18 attorneys? He has so much money that he can put any claim to rest and has 18 attorneys going around scaring people with litigation.

I'm just glad I didn't buy one of those stupid yellow bracelets. Not that cancer research is a bad thing at all. Having a phony represent a lifestyle of "living strong" while he is doping himself to acheive athletic performance is like OJ Simpson selling anti-domestic violence bracelets and pleding the money to find his "Wife's Real Killer (TM)."

... to the Motor Vehicles Division! Yay!!

Ugh.

Ohioans, don't bitch about having to get your plates renewed every year... it costs like $45. Here, in Arizona, for my four year old car it costs $150 for a year, and I have to take it through emissions testing first. Fuckin' sucks!

There are a couple of people on my shitlist right now. Since I dont have time to post details, I will just be mature and post this...

I hope you get syphillis.