It's my Birthday!
Oh where to start... this is rich. So most of you know that i work for a tech company, we do 90% of our business via the internets. The tubes, for the layperson. So, it's safe to say that in order to work at this company a solid, average rudimentary understanding of technology would seeming be a prerequisite.
Nah.
Take for instance, this - This is the installation disk for the Dymo labelwriter, know how i know this? It says right on it. Dymo label software. It even says it in French and Spanish. Well, a "colleague" approached me today to ask me if i knew why the CD wouldn't read in her disk drive, ignoring for the moment that i'm a web designer and these sorts of questions should go to IT, i figured i'd take a shot at helping her out, she was new here, time to score some points.
I took the disk in my hands... read the label; well... it seems to work for Windows & Mac, that's good... flipped it over to see if the disk was scuffed up. BAM! Here's your problem. See this, right along here? This is your problem.
Awesome. Someone, actually i know who, but they will remain nameless, so i don't become jobless. Someone who's job, at a tech company, is to be the repository for the various softwares around the office, thought it'd be a good idea to label an already labeled driver disk... on the other side. I'll cry when i see whats written on the Adobe suite disk. I knew it, i'm surrounded by assholes.
This is little number is a scene from the Gremlins 2 movie that was only ever seen in Theaters, it's called Hulk Hogan vs. The Gremlins, nuff said.
This one is a wonderful collection of clips featuring my favorite Home Movie's character, Jason. I like to imagine that Oldham has Jason's voice, and then i talk to Oldham like Jason, that might seem weird, cause when i read it back to myself, it did.
Jenny and I went up to Franklin County for the afternoon; My family's business threw a staff party on lake Carmi, just a ways down the west side shoreline from the camp we'll be at next week. As usual lots of eating and drinking ensued along with tubing, fishing and the grilling of as many animals as can be fit on a spit. Oldham, opted to remain a "non-edible" and to show his solidarity, kept to an all water melon rind lunch.
I woke up early this morning with the three windows that surround the head of our bed rattling - outside the sky was whipping around and dark. Oldham, from his crate down by the foot of the bed was staring out at me. I shut the offending windows and cut off the flow of cold wet air and climbed back into bed. A few more minutes and the rattling returned, so again i got up, Oldham cocked his head at me, i grabbed a shirt and found the rattle - jammed the shirt between two window panes.
Either that or I've somehow been reincarnated as Barbie's Bitch. Literally. But i haven't died... have I? News of my canine doppleganger came to me by way of a Mattel product recall that's recalling thousands of various childrens toys that apparently contain large amounts of dangerous Lead. When contacted for a response Mattel's head of product safety responded by saying "You'll have that..."
Ok, i don't think i've ever posted celebrity news unless it was of the musical variety - but i just happened onto this story and I'll be damned if it isn't one of the wierdest, sadest down right hilariousist things i've read before 10am."Rumors will soon be swirling around the department, so I want to tell the full and nuanced story to the five of you among the graduate students and ask that you clarify the issues for any of your fellow grad students who ask. This sort of thing can get wildly distorted pretty quickly. You can feel free to use any part or all of this email to do so. I really appreciate your help.Maybe he's genuinely happy for her and Ted.... Nahhhh....Put down your cup of coffee or you might spill it.
Elizabeth is leaving me for Ted Turner."
"She has spoken openly in her work and in her public life of the fact that she was molested by her grandfather from an early age, a molestation that was known and tacitly condoned by her radically Evangelical Christian parents."
"And it is very common for a woman to be drawn to men who remind them of their childhood abusers. Ted is such a man, though fortunately, he is far from being abusive."
"Further, Elizabeth has never been able to step out of the shadow of the Pulitzer. As you know-and she knows-I have been an avid admirer and supporter of her work."
"She will not be Ted's only girlfriend. Ted is permanently and avowedly non-monogamous. But though he has several girlfriends, it is a very small number..."

What a week. Sorry i haven't updated lately - but I've had zero free time lately. And the heat... oh the heat. I forgot we get this kind of heat in Vermont, i was feeling spoiled by the nice mild / rainy summer weather we've been having. Pictures are coming soon; maybe some video - all things considered I'm ecstatic about my life right now, if i don't seem it, it's been cause i haven't had a fitful night sleep in what feels like a week.
Oldham's here! and he's settling in like a trooper; i was expecting theatrics and histrionics from the get go, but i haven't heard a peep out of him, the ride home he just sat on my lap, watching the trees go by out the window, and looking up at me with calm questioning eyes. He's eating well; sleeping alot, happy and playful most the time, and completely calm and curious about everything... he's gonna be a lady killer, i just know it.
The apartment is beautiful; so I know, and so the comcast guy said, after he had a nice little walk around, and after he used my bathroom and asked for a glass of water. I had mentally drawn the line at asking for a back rub... still havn't gotten the internet working at home though; something to do with my Vista installation i bet. Gotta love Microsoft...
Ok, back to work - gonna go walk the little dude here in a minute, he's staying with Jenny at Scribbles and Co. for now, since it's been too damn hot lately to crate his super mountain dog fur'd body at home without feeling insanely guilty. If you're walking downtown, stop in and stay hi to the little guy. Tell em, Tanner sent ya. In the meantime... check out my Twitter box (does that sound dirty to you?) over to the right, it's alot of fun... Oh and Congrats Scribbles and Pure Pop for winning Daysies! see ya tonight at the party!
Someone has put together a rather complicated genealogy of metal - spanning from early/proto metalheads like Zep, Blue Cheer, and MC5, down through First wave black metal, and further on down to the current trends of New American Metal, including the likes of Lamb of God and Mastodon. While I'm sure any metal fan worth there salt (or worth their tour shirt, spiked wrist bands, corpse paint, jean jacket, shaved head, et al....) will find some issue to take up with the creator's generalizations and lineages, it's still alot of fun trying to trace the connection of, say - Uriah Heep to Opeth.
I thought i'd get away with it Scott-free, i mean who watches the local news anymore, besides my Grandma and Jay? Even if it is helmed by the inimitable and awesome-named Marcellus Parsons('s's's's's's's) and features the sexy/sultry Scarlett to his Duke, Sharron "I was totally spotted drunkeating at Denny's at 3am, with a dude sporting a very prominent topknot " Meyers.
"The liberation of the human mind has never been furthered by dunderheads; it has been furthered by gay fellows who heaved dead cats into sanctuaries and then went roistering down the highways of the world, proving to all men that doubt, after all, was safe -- that the god in the sanctuary was finite in his power and hence a fraud." -???????
According to The Independent, upon the death of a prominent Swiss Lawyer Albin Schram, a collection of personal letters was found in his home, and will soon enough be be auctioned off - I find these glimpses into the personal exchanges of public figures to be wonderfully voyeuristic, here are few select cuts:
Ernest Hemingway to Ezra Pound, July 1925. A satirical diatribe on the virtues of bulls, written at Burguete, Spain, on the way to Pamplona.
"Bulls at least are not the greatest stylists in English. No bull has ever been a political exile. Bulls don't run reviews. Bulls of 25 don't marry old women of 55 and expect to be invited to dinner. Bulls do not get you cited as co-respondent in divorce trials. Bulls do not borrow money. Bulls do not expect you to marry them and make an honest woman of them. Bulls are edible after they have been killed. Fewer bulls are homosexual. To me bulls ain't exotic. They are normal. And such a goddam relief from all this horseshit about Art etc... To hell with delicate studies of the American scene. Fuck the American scene. Fuck manners, customs, all that horseshit. Let us have more and better fucking, fighting, and bulls."
Oscar Wilde's thankyou letter to Emily Wren, whose son Chrissie had sent a seasonal gift, dated 13 December 1888.
"I cannot tell you how charmed I am with Chrissie's present. It is a very sweet picture of him, and I prize it very much in memory of my little friend. I have considered it my duty to write him a letter expressing my gratitude... Give my regards to your husband."
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