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Coincidence or conspiracy? You be the judge

A hep cat named Sal pointed this out to me today, and I must admit the resemblance is a tad uncanny:

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Allah

While I'm not usually inclined to buy into conspiracy theories, I do offer this in support of the theory. You've been warned.

Open post to the drop ins:

Sorry, guys. I have no information about Wall E stuffed animals. If there are any, I'd like one.

Beer me

75 years ago today, President Franklin D Roosevelt repealed the prohibition on beer, declassifying it as an "intoxicating liquor." Although it would be a while yet for the 18th amendment to be repealed in it's entirety, today marks the anniversary of the return of good old, delicious beer.

Tonight I will happily indulge in a pint or two of Sam Adams, celebrating one hell of a President, and one hell of a patriot and brewer.

Thanks, guys!

Oh, and thankfully after inspecting the bottle of Sam Adams Light currently in hand, I noted the embossing on the bottom of the bottle reads N17, not N35. So I can drink in peace.

Watchmen bits

I failed to mention earlier this random little fun thing:

Over on Watchmencomicmovie they had a Q & A session with Zach Snyder. I kind of, sort of, indirectly got to chat up Zach! Check the 4th question. You should recognize the handle.

10-4, masked vigilantes!

So ya think '08's gonna be a good one?

A somewhat belated happy New year to all you out there. Whether it be the ties of friendship or the late night search for fucking stuffed animals that brings you here, may 2008 bring you nothing but good fortune, enduring friendship and peace of mind.

I wish turkey only cost a nickle

Happy turkey day, y'all. Hope everyone has a pleasant holiday.

And remember to thankful, dammit.

Gimme some loving

Is that asking too much? Eh?

It Approaches

Halloween is almost here. KG and I are still trying to decide who is staying home to pass out candy. If she stays, I'm donning the TK and making the rounds with the kids. If I stay home, it'll probably be the zombie costume and loud spooky music to scare the trick or treaters. Of course, I'm hoping for the latter.

My costume is almost complete. Gave it a test fit, and it looks good. Mask is done. Coat is weathered. Hat and gloves fit. Just need to clean up the pin and apply the blood, and find some pants.

The whole project ended up being more trouble than anticipated, but it looks good. That's all that counts.

I made the local paper!

Much to my bemusement, the Patriot Ledger published an article about Weymouth After Dark today, with a nice big picture of me. You can see it here.

When I got home today, I got a call from FP informing me that not only was the article in today's paper, but the picture was on the front page. So, I hopped in the car and headed for the Qwiki Mart. They were sold out. I went to 2 other sundry stores, and they were out as well. On my way to a fourth store, I passed a Ledger paper box on the corner. Sure enough, prominently displayed in the window of the machine was yours truly.

Zany.

Unexplained bacon

So, I checked in mycall's blog and discovered a meme. It's been a while since I posted one, so here it be.


Does someone love you?
Yes, indeed. That's the grease that keeps my wheels turning.

Do you know anyone named Dave?
I do.

Ever kissed anyone with the name starting with a J?
I did. A few times.

Has anyone ever mistaken you for a family member?
My father many, many times.

What colour are the walls of your parent's bedroom?
Huh? Off white, I think.

Do you think that hair extensions look skanky?
There's one girl at work that looks dynamite in them. Not my thing really, but some people can pull it off

Are you named after a grandparent?
Nope, for a saint who is no longer a saint.

Say you were given a drug test right now. Would you pass or fail?
I keep talking about quitting my job to work at Home Depot. They wouldn't hire me.

Are you taller than 5'6"?
By 3 inches..

Do you know anyone in jail/prison?
Not that I'm aware of. But that's just because they haven't been caught.

Ever see a dead body?
Hundreds of them.

Do you like the colour green?
I do.

What is your best friend's Dad's name?
Bill.

How old are you?
34.

Who was the last person to send you a text message?
KG when we were playing with our new phones.

Ever drove into the ghetto to buy drugs?
I used to work in Bridgeport, CT. So yes.

Last restaurant you went to?
China Pearl, which used to be International Buffet. I usually wouldn't suggest International Buffet, but this one was attached to a Chinese supermarket and had really good food.

What is the weather like today?
Foggy morning breaking up into midday sun. In the high sixties.

Last voice mail you received?
A clinician with a problem which I ignored.

What did you do yesterday?
Woke up, went to work, got in trouble, picked up Belly from daycare, went home, had dinner, watched the last installment of The War, cruised Fark, went to bed.

What's the first thing you would do with five million dollars?
I really don't know. I'd probably buy something foolish. Because I could.

What nationalities are you?
Heinz 57.

How many hours did you sleep for last night?
5

Any upcoming concerts you want to attend?
I'd love to see the Zepp reunion.

Who's the last person that you felt was stalking you?
My ex wife.

What jewellery are you wearing?
My wedding ring. That's it.

If all of your friends were going on a road trip, would you?
Depends on where they were going.

How much money do you have?
Not nearly enough

Do you swear at your parents?
If they ask for it.

Is your phone right beside you?
yes, I'm on call tonight.

Have you cried today?
I had to pretend to cry to entertain TKJr..

Do you think that someone is thinking about you right now?
Probably not. That's not a bad thing.

Do you untie your shoes every time you take them off?
Never!

What is the colour of your bedsheets?
Beige.

Have you ever crawled through a window?
Many times.

Are you photogenic?
I guess.

What's your star sign?
Aquarius.

Where do you spend most of your money?
Home repairs.

What was the last thing you did?
Scratched my balls.

Do you have a tattoo?
Three. You want details? A tribal dragon on my right shoulder, Kokopelli on my left arm, and a bluebird on my right arm with Belly's name.

Do you still watch cartoons on Saturday mornings?
I have kids.

Is there a secret you've never told any of your friends?
Possibly.

Have you ever told someone you loved them but didn't mean it?
Nope.

Have you ever changed your clothes while in a vehicle?
On occasion.

What are you doing in 2008?
Sleeping, hopefully.

What is your ring tone?
The Imperial March

What were you doing at 2am last night?
Drooling into my pillow.

Are your parents married/divorced/separated?
Divorced, remarried, divorced again, remarried.

What are you doing tonight?
Catching up on Curb Your Enthusiasm, smoking butts and typing out a meme.

What are you doing tomorrow?
Same shit.

Who did you last message on Myspace?
An old friend from high school.

What's your opinion on sex without emotional commitment?
Why the hell not?

Does it annoy you when someone says they'll call but never do?
Not really.

What did you dress up as for your first Halloween?
The Lone Ranger.

Favourite Disney movie?
Cars

What is the wallpaper on your cellphone?
"Cyberspace"

Thought I'd something more to say...

My apologies. It would appear I didn't.

Zen and the art of slack

Story time, kids. I was recently reminded of all the fun I used to have when I worked at Sears, so I thought I'd share a tale or two.

I was 17 when I worked at the Sears Auto Center. I was a stockroom clerk. I stocked tires, exhaust systems and car batteries. I worked the night shift, the shop manager was a drunk, the mechanics were drunks and loons, and my coworkers were fellow high school slackers.

One of my favorite activities at work was to pour lighter fluid down the exhaust pipes. We had a whole slew of them hanging on huge metal racks. One of my cohorts would climb the rolling ladder, dump the lighter fluid down the pipe and then step back as I held a lighter to the bottom end. The lighter fluid would ignite with a loud "whooping" sound, and shoot out 2 or 3 feet from each end. We stopped doing this one night when one of the other clerks lit the pipe too soon and the guy on the ladder got a tad singed.

Another past time was having dolly races up and down the aisles of tires. I drove smack into the shins of the shop manager one time. He stared at me, walked back into his office, and remained there for the rest of the shift.

We got pretty good at racing pallet jacks down the ramp out back. Rolling people down the same ramp after ringing them in snow tires would good for a laugh as well.

Sometimes we'd use the compression hoses to fire objects around the shop. Soda bottles, tire valves. Those valves hurt like hell when they nailed you.

When we weren't stocking shelves or fucking around, we swept out the bays at the end of the night. When the mechanic using that bay was done for the night, we'd put up the lift and clean.

One night I was leaning on the counter to the stockroom, absently watching my coworker Dana clean the bays. He was a tad slow. A really nice kid and actually quite bright. But his mind moved in low gear, and he was often not quite with us. He was holding down the lever to one of the lifts, staring off in space. He thought he was raising the lift in the bay he was standing in. He wasn't. It was for the lift next to it. Which had a car parked in it. At an angle. Not lined up on the lift.

It took a moment or two for me to register the car beginning to rise on one side. It had a fairly serious list by the time I started screaming Dana's name. By the time he looked up at me, smiled and waved, the car was about 3 feet off the ground on one side and rising fast. I started waving and pointing frantically, and other people in the shop started noticing and piping in. Dana finally turned and looked just as the car toppled over on to it's side, making a horrible crunching sound as the roof crumpled between the lifts.

True story.

There was one mechanic who did an oil change and forgot to refill the oil. The owner of the car realized his mistake about a mile or so from the garage when his engine seized. Sears was kind enough to retain this mechanic, asking only that he pay for and install a new engine for the customer.

They did, however, excuse him from work when he did it again a week later.

Another guy was filling a tire he had just changed. The tire lay flat on this machine while he used a compressor to fill it. He was having a rather animate chat with the guy in the bay next to him, leaning one arm on the tire as he talked. After a while, the tire exploded off of the machine and flew through the air fast enough to leave an imprint on the ceiling. The guy's arm was broken in 4 places.

I dressed a mannequin in one of my work uniforms and placed it in the trash compacter. As one of my coworkers held in the button to compact the trash, I let out a scream, threw some fake blood around and hid. He stopped the compacter, came running in, and screamed like a little girl.

Good times.

The best, though, was when I opted to take a work study my senior year of high school. My shift was 5-9, and they weren't going to pay me to work any more than that. I got out of school at noon, and was supposed to go to work. My manager was cool, and would fill out the time slips and sign the papers. I had to be at work, but I wasn't going to get paid.

It just so happened that the stock room for the garage abutted the stock room for hardware, appliances and sporting goods. I appropriated some cardboard stove and fridge boxes, and created a fort. From the aisle, it appeared to be a stack of appliances. In reality, there was a fairly large open space, as I had cut out the back of several of the boxes. I grabbed a sleeping bag, some cushions and a radio, and made myself a camp. I usually spent the hours between 12 and 5 napping away to some Zeppelin.

I got an A in work study that year.

Cloverfield

I have to admit, I've gotten somewhat caught up in the buzz over 1-18-08.

I managed to find a piece (which I'm too lazy to re-find and link, my apologies to any stray googlers who ended up here.) which described shooting that was being done on Coney Island. The impression is that the movie is going to indeed be about a giant monster attacking New York City, only told from the perspective of a small group of friends with a camcorder. Told, in typical JJ style, in flashbacks. Mostly to the day before the attack.

I'm guessing that the movie will be primarily the flashbacks, broken up by the attack. It will probably end with us getting just the briefest glimpses of the monster, and no explanation as to what it is.

For the record, I think that would be about the coolest fucking thing ever.

Turning out TV

They sure fed us some strange shit, eh?

Speaking of Hulk cock

That line came out in a lunchtime conversation today at work. I could be wrong, but I'm fairly certain that today was the first time in the history of civilization that that particular sentence was uttered.

Royale with Cheese

I'm a sucker for packaging. I'll admit it.

The other day KG and I were picking up a few odds and ends at Wal*Mart when I noticed an odd looking bag of Doritos. It was black, and labeled simply X13D. A mystery flavor. So, of course I bought it.

Well, let me tell you. The good folks at Frito Lay better keep this one on the market. Damn things taste just like a McDonald's cheeseburger. Cheese, beef, ketchup and mustard. It was good.

Every now and then I get me a hankering for a cheeseburger from McD's, and I always regret it later when I get the McHangover. Not any more. These chips scratch that itch.

I won't allow myself hope just yet, lest they go the way of Pitch Black.

Your Score: True Neutral

60% Good, 46% Chaotic

Plane of Existence: The Outlands, "Plane of Concordant Opposition". Description: The plane between all other outer planes.




Examples of True Neutrals (Ethically Neutral, Morally Neutral)




Red XIII, "Nanaki" (FFVII)

Vincent Valentine (FFVII)

Cid Highwind (FFVII)

Mr. Spock

Linus Torvalds

Dr. Strangelove

Scott Evil

Batman

The Punisher

Switzerland

Canada




Not actively for or against anything. Has his or her own reasons for doing everything. Usually difficult to understand.




Will keep their word if in their best interest

May attack an unarmed foe

May use poison

May help those in need

May work with others

Indifferent to higher authority

Indifferent to organizations



True Neutral "Pure Neutral"

"Balancer"



Some neutral [people] commit themselves philosophically to neutrality. They are of the true neutral alignment as described in Advanced Dungeons & Dragons.



A true neutral [person] sees good, evil, law, and chaos as prejudices and dangerous extremes. He advocates the middle way of neutrality as the best, most balanced road in the long run.



Some true neutral [people] actively support balance in the world, and seek to avoid having any one side, law or chaos, good or evil, become too powerful over them or anyone else, and will work against whichever side is the most powerful. They tend to side with the underdog in any situation, and are often opportunistic in their actions.



True neutral is committed to the avoidance of extremes, and is non-judgemental.


Other Alignments and Tendencies (Tendenices are what you would more often sway towards; esp. for Neutrals):

0-39% Good, 0-39% Chaotic:Lawful-Evil

0-39% Good, 40-60% Chaotic: Neutral-Evil

0-39% Good, 61-100% Chaotic: Chaotic-Evil

40-60% Good, 0-39% Chaotic: Lawful-Neutral

40-60% Good, 61-100% Chaotic: Chaotic-Neutral

61-100% Good, 0-39% Chaotic: Lawful-Good

61-100% Good, 40-60% Chaotic: Neutral-Good

61-100% Good, 61-100% Chaotic: Chaotic-Good

Link: The Alignment Test written by xan81 on OkCupid Free Online Dating, home of the The Dating Persona Test

RIP Kara Thrace

Oh, Starbuck.

All I'm saying is you guys better wow the pants off me this season to make up for that!

Stupid beta blogger

Well, to be fair it's really more of a "stupid user" situation.

I spent about 90% of my day at work adding tags to all my posts. I'm still not half done, and it's now 11PM and I'm friggin tired.

Stupid hyperfocus.