RANT!


RANT!15 Mar 2009 10:01 pm

ARRRRRRRGRHGHRRRR!
That’s right, I’m pissed.
I spent the entire weekend inside, cooped up with three smelly dogs that bark at every god damn thing in the world.

One of them farted, the other two are all “WHAT WAS THAT?!?!”
And they start barking about it.
And so then, the one that farted starts barking, because the other two are.
Pack mentality.
“There MUST be something worthwhile to bark about if those two are…”
Endless nameless cycle of dog farts and barks.

Oh and I can’t just skate out.  The BigDogis all fucked up can’t be left alone for more than like 6 hours or he gets “upset”?  My mom literally calls several times a day to check on him.  Parents say that kids require so muchattention but I call bullshit. At least you can put on a SpongeBobDVD and let ‘em veg out for a couple hours every once in a while.  Every try to entertain a hypersensativeOCD dog as he tries to EAT your 15 pound pug for sniffing his face too closely?

My girl’s in DC until Tuesday.
I’m camping out at my mom’s crib (watching the BigDoghere as I don’t have fenced in yardadge at CasaTomas) and I guess I’m just irratable.
I think what makes it worse is that the weekend is now over and I spent the whole sommamabitch inside playing a stupid video game.

So my moms is gonna come home tomorrow and be like, “Was everything okay?” and I’m gonna have to be like, “Fine, yeah, awesome, me + 3 dogswas a natural equation for fun.”  Because if I tell her the trutchshe’ll be all, “Oh, I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have asked you, I know it put you outta your way.”  And all that other guilt inducing shit that moms say to their sons.  Pathof least resistance.

Now in reality I did venture out.
I saw the R.I.P ARA show downtown Friday night.
I grabbed a beer with Mark.
I got VZ Navigator fixed on my phizzone.
Saw Seal (theJason, not the singer, THAT would have been badass, did you know that dude is married to Heidi Klum?  Seriously?  How does that work?  He had a couple top forty songs and bickity bam, he gets a super model?  I don’t know that it’s even.  I kinda feel it’s akin to that little shit head kid you went to high school with.  Straight C student, had bad skin and bad breath.  Had that funny voice.  Really liked the cafeteria food a lot and always ate your green beans off your tray?  Really annoying dude.  Yeah, his parents bought him a brand new Mustang GT for his 16th birthday. 
I kinda feel like that is like Seal getting a German supermodel.

Except the difference is that fourteen years later the Mustang is rusted and ragged to hell and the douche is bagging groceries.  By the by, try not to hit the guy’s car when you’re returning your cart to the designated cart return area that he’s parked next to.  Fuck it, leave the damn cart in the parking lot, HE’S THE GUY that’s going to have to collect ‘em all at the end of his shift anyway.

Now like eighty people are going to e-mail how fucked up and wrong it is for me to bag on Seal just because he has a scarred face or whatever.
Fuck YOU, you fucking fucks!

I’ve been here since Thursday and don’t get to leave until tomorrow afternoon.

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OMG and RANT! and Random Observation and did you get a copy of the memo? and from the road... and i probably should be working now... and no shit and review23 Feb 2008 03:19 pm

The List:
February 2008
Gift cards:
  Due to my backlog of holiday and birthday gift cards to Kohl’s, (thanks Mom, Dad, Judy!) I purchased:

A Ralph Lauren sport jacket to replace a crappy Dockers blue blazer that I haven’t seen since 2005 when I may have left it at an ex-girlfriend’s house.  Yeah, 2005, I don’t have to dress up too often for work.

A pair of Nunn Bush dress shoes that are WAY more comfortable than stylish.  Kent is the model or whatever.  Kent is also the name of a Swedish rock band.  Highly recommend both.

and

Two pairs (one Haggar and one Dockers) of wrinkle resistant dress pants, ‘cause I can’t/don’t iron hung over.

I got all that crap for $22 after applying my gift cards.  That’s pretty awesome, eh?

I was considering going to Goodwill to grab a jacket, but think I made out better with Kohl’s as I wouldn’t have purchased second hand shoes.

Mom also hooked me up with a gift card to CircuitCity, which I planned to use for Guitar Hero, but I’ve not yet purchased (hint hint, PS2, please). 

With Apple reducing the price of the 1GB Shuffle to $50, and having a $30 gift card, I went ahead and picked up a silver Shuffle.  Sized as big as a book of matches, it will hold 200 – 250 songs, roughly.  I’ve got 150 on it now, about three quarters full. 

This will replace the spot in my backpack left when I decided to relegate my 4GB Green iPod mini to bedroom duty.  TheGirl got me a Sony iPod dock clock radio for X-mas, so greenie’s been living in the alarm clock.

Check the Shuffle out.
For $50 it’s a hell of a little mp3 player.

Nancy got me an eBay gift card, which is basically a PayPal.com gift card, which I didn’t even know existed.  Which brings me to my next thing of awesomeness on The List:
 
Buying Authentic Jerseys on eBay:

I started selling some of my replica jerseys on eBay a couple months ago.  While searching around and comparing prices I started finding new authentic jerseys that I liked at reasonable prices.  I’ve literally put together a heck of a collection.  With the gift card from Nancy, I got a navy Authentic Emmitt Smith jersey.  With the profits from my replica sales, I got a navy Authentic Witten.  I got a couple throwbacks too, a “double star” Aikman throwback (like the thanksgiving blue and whites they wear) and a long sleeve olde skool Bob Lilly – cotton, like a sweater.

Along the way, I figured out the difference between the Authentic, Tackle Twill, and Replica Jerseys.

The Authentics are the highest quality and most expensive.  A true Authentic from an NFL Team shop might run you damn near $300.  The Authentics are noted for their spandex-material side panels, embroidered numbers and letters, and cuffed sleeves.  My Emmitt Smith and Jason Witten jerseys are this type.

The mid range offering is the tackle twill jersey.  These also feature stitching instead of cheaper screen printing.  You’re not going to have the same thick material construction, or little details like the cuffs on the sleeves.  Most of the throwback jerseys are in this category.  My Aikman jersey is one of these.  These retail from $75 – $125

The cheapo selection is the replica.  Lightweight and flimsy, the logos, names, and numbers are screened on.  Retail is probably about $50.  These are also the only current Reebok jerseys that are sized with letters (S, M, L, XL, XXL, etc.) instead of numbers (48, 50, 52, 54, etc.)
THE “B” LIST:
Starbucks
: Showing up this month for their ridiculous attempts to resemble a corner coffee shop despite the fact they’re on every metropolitan corner and every suburban shopping mall. 

Why do they bother having a “today our barista “Rob” recommends the skinny sugar free cinnamon dulce latte!” sign?  A normal coffeehouse might put that up, with the actual favorite drink of the barista, or whatever he or she made when he/she showed up at work.

But Starbucks would have you believe that baristas at every location in existence made the exact same recommendation for a solid month simultaneously.  Amazing. 

Every barista at every Starbucks is currently recommending that drink?  Does Starbucks corporate think we’re retarded?  That we wouldn’t recognize this fact?  Or do they assume that all of their customers go to the same single Starbucks. 

Maybe I’m the freak, probably visiting at least ten different starbucks locations per month.  And I’m not even a fan!  It will continue as I probably still have about fifty-eleven dollars left in Starbucks gift cards.

Ever notice that the barista don’t go by their real names?  I wonder if corporate marketing research determined that the name “Rob” tested better to their target consumers than “Steve”.  Test it.  Call the barista by the name on their tag.  See if they look up.  They don’t.

Wax:  Women, pay attention: I don’t wanna beat around the bush:  Stop talking about your waxing ways in front of dudes.  Here’s the new rule of thumb: If you have to wax something on your face, don’t talk about it to anyone that you would potentially want in your face.  Or mention it in his presence.  It creates a mental image in our heads, where we are picturing you with a mustache, like a real, honest to god Magnum, P.I. ‘stache.  This is one of those things that we should not picture.  Like you taking a dump.  Or giving birth.  It’s easier for us to imagine this type of thing NOT happening if you’re NOT talking about it in front of me.

Speaking of waxing:
Lawsuits: Innocent until proven guilty or rich.  Associated Press reports that Lindsay Lohan has settled out of court with busboy Raymundo Ortega regarding to their 2005 car crash.  This despite the fact that California Highway Patrol determined that Ortega caused the accident when he made the illegal U turn.  Isn’t that some shit?  I know, I know, it’s Lohan, but she actually wasn’t the guilty party and still got nailed for $200,000.  Hehehe. 

Steroids in baseball: I’m tired of reading and hearing Roger fucking Clemens blame everyone in existence for his screw ups.  The fact he admits that two of his friends and his wife used illegal substances, but he had no knowledge of any of it.  Bonds, Clemens, Canseco.  McGwire.  These were the names of heros of mine growing up…

Bluetooth: The only thing this device should ever be used for is DRIVING.  Or pissing people off.  I am so tired of people using these as part of their regular cell phone usage.  The technology isn’t that good yet.  It sounds like crap.  I have a co-worker that lives by his and it drives me fucking nuts.  I can’t understand him when he’s on it.  It seems to pick up everything clearly EXCEPT his voice.  And I have to remind him how much I hate it every time he calls me.  He’ll probably read this.  Take me off the fuckin’ Bluetooth, Brian.

Designer Eyewear: I got new glasses.  Versace.  I feel like they look good but feel like flimsy little dinks.  They already broke once.  I’ve have them for six days.  Two pairs ago I had Armani Exchange glasses.  They were flimsy, too.  What’s up with stylish glasses being made of metal that would be rejected for paperclip construction?

I had to replace my old sturdy ones after they “became mangled” in New Orleans.  That’s the second pair of glasses I’ve lost or damaged on site.  JSA should sponsor eyewear to those of us that wear it and consume vast quantities of alcohol.

lyric of the moment:
“balls out, my life is a slut,
this dick don’t hit the bottom,
but i fuck the sides up!”

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RANT! and from the road...17 Nov 2007 04:56 am

there is actually a sign next to the door in my hotel room that reads:
Please Conserve. Turn Off Lights When Leaving Thank-You!

you’vegottabefuckingkiddingme. i’m staying at the Peppermill in Reno, NV.
A casino.
A Reno Casino is synonymous with everglow neon to proportions considered to be tacky by vegas standards.
meaning that the whole fucking casino, and shit, town (’cause i refuse to refer to this hole as a city) wastes a shit ton of power, yet has the balls to request i don’t leave a couple 60 watt bulbs burning when i’m not in my room.
eat a dick.

same to you cali, when i was in L.A. two weeks ago (or whenever the fuck) i noticed the god damned owl signs in my bathroom (Give a hoot! Save your towls on the rack to save resources) yet across the street the god damn staples center and nokia theatre are lit like boris yeltsen 24/7.
seriously – when i’d walk to work (los angeles convention center, right next door) every morning at six am it pissed me off.

i want 200 clean towels per day. turn yer fucking lights off. turn the music that constantly plays off. turn the fucking searchlights out. it’s six AM. your event isn’t for 14 more hours!

fucking seriously? 
thank god i leave this gaudy shithole in the morning. not back to the left side of the country for the rest of the year.

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OMG and RANT! and Random Observation and did you get a copy of the memo? and from the road... and i probably should be working now... and no shit30 Oct 2007 11:28 am

A couple weeks ago, after New England’s decisive defeat (48-27) of the Dallas Cowboys I received a snide e-mail from Pain, who is:

A) A Redskins fan
B) A Tom Brady fantasy football owner
and
c) The guy who was actually playing me, that week, in the company fantasy football league.
and also
D) Evidentially the type of guy to employ the use of a work related subject line to ‘trick’ me into opening said snide e-mail message instead of just deleting it.

So after Washington’s 52-7 abortion Sunday I thought about sending a spiteful reply to his original message detailing the loss: New England’s quarterbacks RAN IN an amazing THREE touchdowns and Tom Brady matched THOSE three rushing touchdowns with three, actual, touchdown passes.  Simple, LRX math would tell you NE QBs accounted for SIX touchdowns in the game, which, incidentally, is the SAME amount of touchdowns that Washington’s starting QB, Jason Campbell, has generated throughout SEVEN games this season.

But I didn’t.
I took the high road, kinda, instead choosing to send a generic, one-line ‘F the Patriots’ note, also thinly veiled as a work-related e-mail, with his original sneer attached below.

Don’t get me wrong:
I’m not looking for a pat on the back for my sportsmanship here, it’s really more of a situation where this guy, as my boss’s boss, has access to my employee file, computer, desk, and just about anything he wants to get his hands on while I’m out of town on business travel approximately fifteen times a year.  And he’s a vindictive fucker, too!
So i pretty much decided to not rub it in, for certain knowledge that he’d either paint my cube Barbie pink, try to exploit any weakness in the feeble security i’ve set up on my work desktop and group policy edit my machine to lock down a burgundy and gold themed desktop, or worse.  Probably much worse.

Anyway, he replied within fifteen minutes or so, with the typical, I didn’t expect to win, low expectations, and etc kind of grumble you only hear when folks truly realize their team has been bested.  he also brought up an interesting question – If the Washington defense is rated in the top 5, yet got kissing-your-cousin-at-a-family-reunion- embarrassed, who.
Can.
Stop them?

Not Indianapolis:
The NFL’s current champion and only other still undefeated team.  Indy has won 11 straight at home (where they play Sunday) and 12 straight overall.
Next week the Pats are going to make the Colts look like a JV squad, run the score up to something approaching ungodly,  go for it and succeed on fourth and a million and then, THEN belichick will personally punch tony dungy in the mouth.  Prolly call him a pussy too.

Certainly no mere football team can content with the Patriots in their current state:  I doubt even an all pro team made up of the very best in the game would be able to beat the Patriots, without at least a few months (shit, years?) of studying them.

I have the only solution:

Move the team:  Let’s move the New England Patriots to Old England.  Screw New England, Current excellence in sports permeates the Boston area like so much chowdah, with the Red Sox, Boston College and the Celtics promising so much (off season moves), no city, make that, no region in the US is so rich with sports fortune at the moment.  So let’s even it up a bit.  The NFL just played it’s first game ‘across the pond’ in the land of the jolly old union jack. 
Let’s see how well Brady finds Moss in a London fog.
The only Jet that could beat these Patriots would be jetlag.

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RANT!04 Aug 2007 05:45 pm

Dear Loud Mouth Middle Age Wanna Be Sports Fan,

It is highly unnecessary for you to inform everyone within a sixty foot radius the following facts:<ul>

<li>The New York Jets and Giants actually play in New Jersey</li>
No, seriously, fucking SERIOUSLY everyone who has watched ANY NFC or AFC East game, in say, the last eightteen years is well aware that the Giants and Jets play in Jersey.

<li>Major League Baseball does not allow it’s players to use aluminum bats, but college baseball does</li>
Again, no fucking doi!  You can’t watch ten minutes of any baseball game and not figure that out. 

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