tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56455592011-07-14T17:26:49.154-04:00Grumpy Young MenDaily...er...weekly...er...whenever we get to it updates of rants and major gripes with the stupidity in our lovely world.Clueless Dadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09869178569360112352noreply@blogger.comBlogger991100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645559.post-1106684394624569782005-01-25T15:08:00.000-05:002005-01-25T15:20:52.510-05:00Caffeine + Data Runs = A Recipe for Disaster.
So, this afternoon I'm doing some rather large data mining runs against our Oracle server. Also, I've been drinking coffee all day, although I moved to diet soda after lunch. So I'm sitting here, writing SQL code and twitchign mightily from the massive amounts of caffeine, and I overhear a conversation my bosses are having. One of them said domethignClueless Dadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09869178569360112352noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645559.post-1103555396768148612004-12-20T09:32:00.000-05:002004-12-20T10:09:56.766-05:00Use that Needle, Dick.
Well, as promised, here are all the action packed shots from my trip to Dreamland Creations in Stroudsburg, PA. Myke Maldonado was my artist, and he's great. He even let me put on some nice tattooing music-- Therapy?, Gravity Kills, and MuDvAyNe. And now, gentle browser, for the first time ever you can get my scintilating commentary to go along with these breathtaking Clueless Dadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09869178569360112352noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645559.post-1103204262149754542004-12-16T08:27:00.000-05:002004-12-16T08:37:42.150-05:00Pedant cap secure, sir. Prepare for liftoff.
Ok, I'm at home today slacking off from work and watchign an episode of Spin City before starting a long day of KotOR 2. A local commercial comes on for the Cherry Hill Auto Complex, and I am stunned. It's has, in large flashing letters, the words "Your Approved". YOUR approved.
Oh really. My approved WHAT, exactly?
I'm constantly amazed thatClueless Dadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09869178569360112352noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645559.post-1102430879240815302004-12-07T09:40:00.000-05:002004-12-07T09:47:59.240-05:00Stab me once, shame on you, stab me 1,583,480 times....
So once again, OMFUG is going under the knife. Well, ok, not knife really, just needles. Hundreds of thousands of stab wounds are a'comin....yup, I'm getting my next tattoo this Friday.
My love for you is ticking clock, BERZERKER!
So that's what it will look like when it's done. Should take 2 or 3 hours on an incredibly sensative part ofClueless Dadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09869178569360112352noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645559.post-1100088254520477582004-11-10T07:00:00.000-05:002004-11-10T07:05:00.043-05:00 Ahhhh-ahhhh-ahhhh-uhhh-aaaaah-ahhh-ahhhhhhhhhh........
Halo 2. Yesterday it was unleashed upon the world, and I had it in my grubbluy little hands by lunch. Here's my report.... I sent it in an e-mail and I'm lazy, so it's a cut-n-paste.
Ok, I've played it. Man, am I tired today. There are a few major differences from the first one. First off, the graphics aren't *that* much improved....or so Clueless Dadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09869178569360112352noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645559.post-1100024468706045802004-11-09T13:00:00.000-05:002004-11-09T13:27:52.546-05:00 Fly the Friedly Skiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeesssssss......
So I recently flew to California and back for work. Now before I get going, just let me preface this rant with one statement: I am ALL FOR airport security. Anything that is going to keep me from getting my ass blown out of the sky is fine with me.
So, to continue, I flew to Cali. On my way back I was stopped (as usual) by security. Clueless Dadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09869178569360112352noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645559.post-1096594858165474152004-09-30T21:33:00.000-04:002004-09-30T21:47:21.193-04:00Presedential Debacles, Part 1
"Invading Iraq in response to 9/11 is like invading Mexico in response to Pearl Harbor" ---Senator John Kerry
Fucking brilliant. As a bumper sticker I recently observed said, "Yee-haw" is not a foriegn policy. Hey, Mr. President.... enough with the "Killjoy Was Here" shit. If you want to ride an A-bomb into the heart of the Arab world, waving your 10 gallon Clueless Dadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09869178569360112352noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645559.post-1093871462152056452004-08-30T09:05:00.000-04:002004-08-30T09:11:02.153-04:00Free time and I are Old Friends
So apparently I've been playing my emulator too much lately. I found myself in traffic the other day wondering where my quicksave key was. Because it had been a good drive to that point, and I didn't want to have to go back and do it over again.
Wheels on the truck go round and round......
I have no life.
In other news, if you have time to waste you should Clueless Dadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09869178569360112352noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645559.post-1091630947959807722004-08-04T10:46:00.000-04:002004-09-30T21:53:12.660-04:00Yup, I'm bored.
Yes, I am really this bored. Do you know how many levels there are in Arkanoid? I do-- 33. I am teh winnar!!!
Bong....bong....blip....bong...
Who the hell is "Vaus"? That's what I really want to know. I mean, shit, that name could seriously keep me up at night. Thank god I never beat this as a kid, or I would have had screaming night terrors about Vaus and his armada of Clueless Dadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09869178569360112352noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645559.post-1091453442348395342004-08-02T09:26:00.000-04:002004-08-02T09:42:44.226-04:00Deus Pets 2: Invisible War
Our pets have drawn lines in the sand. Lucky has become the ground-pounding Commando Dog, charging about head first. He has aligned himself with the small nation of Estrogen, Mrs. 'FUG. The cats have in turn formed a crack ninja feline squadren and are aligned to my nation of Testosteronia. They sneak about, waiting to smack the dog as he walks by, always staying out Clueless Dadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09869178569360112352noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645559.post-1091280638070416872004-07-31T09:11:00.000-04:002004-08-02T06:51:11.836-04:00All in the Family
So, the OMFUG family has grown again. As I sit here, there is an animal of the canine variety licking peanut-butter off my sack. I jest, I jest...there's no peanut butter.
Dog not shown actual size. Also, this isn't
the actual dog. We don't have any pix yet.
Yeah, that little bugger was found tied to a bench, abandoned. One of Mrs. 'FUG's friends found him, and we took himClueless Dadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09869178569360112352noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645559.post-1090866586099738672004-07-26T14:24:00.000-04:002004-07-26T14:31:31.046-04:00A Moment of Clarity
I was slacking off today (what else is new) and playing Family Feud on my NES emulator here at Club Fed. I actually had typed in the answer in the below screenshot before I realized there was no way it would be a right answer. Which only says to me that the surveys they use for that show are fake, because any self respecting man sees this as a hobby.
Survey says....Clueless Dadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09869178569360112352noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645559.post-1090527908421328772004-07-22T16:15:00.000-04:002004-08-02T06:51:54.493-04:00Philly Corporate Deathride. All aboard!
Scene: standing outside, chatting with co-workers. Basically, wasting all your taxpayer dollars and loving it by bitching about how much we loathe this monument to evil. All of a sudden, like a chariot from the heavens sent to rescue me from unrelenting boredom and job-influenced suicide, a fire truck appears. Gods, can it be true, has someone snapped Clueless Dadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09869178569360112352noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645559.post-1090412317827043682004-07-21T08:13:00.000-04:002004-08-02T06:52:27.293-04:00Dem Workin Man's Blues
So one of my friends wrote to me to tell of his job working for UPS. Sounds like fun:
Hell, I'd swab anuses at this point as long as it paid $18/hr. The whole night warehouse scene is getting tiring, not to mention the fact that I'm working in the freezer now (yes, a gigantic -20F freezer). So now not only do I have to run around sweating like a h0m0, I'm doing it in a Clueless Dadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09869178569360112352noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645559.post-1087304548172617402004-06-15T08:24:00.000-04:002004-06-15T09:02:28.173-04:00All the Kiddies in the House say *splort*....
So, as I alluded to yesteray, we have Neighbors. Not neighbors, but Neighbors. The kind of fetal scrapings that deserve capitalization. Good people, really, except for the fact that the father is Angry Dad, the mother is Mrs. Latchkey-upbringer, and the children probably shot straight out of Satan's ooey-gooey bunghole.
Such cute kids.
So, asClueless Dadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09869178569360112352noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645559.post-1087252352534502112004-06-14T18:28:00.000-04:002004-06-15T08:13:23.143-04:00Chapter 69, in which you SHUT UP!
Oh, COME NOW! You called it too early, Mk@t. I've just been busy taking care of wonderously irritating things and building up a good head of angst yet again. Fear not, constant reader... this one's still got some gasp in it.
Besides, did you really expect me to handle suburban life well? There are too many kids and they don't stay off my goddamn lawn. IfClueless Dadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09869178569360112352noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645559.post-1086820434967892622004-06-09T18:28:00.000-04:002004-06-09T18:33:54.966-04:00Beep...beep...beep...beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep..... It's flatlined. OK, I'm not a trained medical professional but I'm will to sign on the dotted line and call it. THIS BLOG IS DEAD...or at least is very deep summer coma. it has nearly been 2 months sincce the last post. I guess everyone on this thing is getting laid or is now living in the suburbs with a happy green backyard so the anger has marshallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16919478689248312334noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645559.post-1082037275726701002004-04-15T09:54:00.000-04:002004-04-15T09:57:27.983-04:00You all are PigFuckers.....I'm headed to Vegas for a wedding this weekend - not my mine so keep the bread machine - and I will have plenty of stories to tell. Someone needs to spice this place up. Now that Shane has gone suburban on us we can strip him of his angry young anarchist membership and enroll him in "Why do I have to pay property tax, state income tax, and federal tax" whiny Tommy Schumacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12238027891166371549noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645559.post-1081465580363161972004-04-08T19:06:00.000-04:002004-04-08T19:09:05.873-04:00You're not to only one contributing. see i just did.marshallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16919478689248312334noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645559.post-1079008462386720282004-03-11T07:34:00.000-05:002004-03-22T10:57:25.153-05:00This was supposed ot have been posted 2 weeks ago, buit somehow got lost in the aether of TEH INTARWEB!!! So here is what I had saved... there was more, but I never saved the file....so suck it.
This is the End, my Friend.....
Well, my time here is growing short. I'm seeing the light, and I'm walking towards it. No, I'm not dying, so wipe the grin off your collective faces. And no, I'm not Clueless Dadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09869178569360112352noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645559.post-1077648231791364382004-02-24T13:43:00.000-05:002004-02-24T13:45:52.590-05:00 We Value Your Patronage! Please Fuck Off!
I have been on hold before. I can understand that due to millions of people trying to use one phone line all at once, holding is necessary in certain situations. As a matter of fact, I embrace the use of hold-- it's better than the damn busy signal (which, by the way is one of the most irritating sounds in the world).
As matter of fact, I am on Clueless Dadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09869178569360112352noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645559.post-1076590469667659392004-02-12T07:54:00.000-05:002004-02-12T08:24:36.263-05:00Time to do someone wrong...Random rants, the sequel.
First of all, two things.
One: I don't think that your girlfriend will care that you called her to tell her what a good time you were having without her. After all, no matter how they look, RealDolls don't actually have functioning ears.
Two: Good point about the Jersyite thing. I'm going to claim status as a Pennsylvania-funded Insurgent.Clueless Dadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09869178569360112352noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645559.post-1075768055992571112004-02-02T19:27:00.000-05:002004-02-12T08:25:13.483-05:00So yeah in the time since my last post I have developed a drinking problem: I drank 2/3 of of bottle of wine while my roommate had the other third and then called up my sick girlfriend to tell her what a great time we were having. Yeah, I know I suck at this juggling two women thing. Whatever, at least I can say I've got two women to complain about (this is where the rest of you collectively marshallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16919478689248312334noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645559.post-1075292652039497912004-01-28T07:24:00.000-05:002004-01-28T08:36:13.686-05:00Chapter 27.1 Section B Para. II Subsection F, in Which OMFUG Becomes What He Despises-- a New Jerseyite
Well, what can I say. We got a house.........in New Jersey. This is kind of surreal, actually..... I mocked people from that hallowed Armpit of America for many, many years. In fact, out of respect for my former position and an unquenchable need to irritate the holy hell out of my new Clueless Dadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09869178569360112352noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645559.post-1075168546310546262004-01-26T20:55:00.000-05:002004-01-28T07:15:23.106-05:00Ok, I haven't been on here in a while and I seriously need to vent about something that is just going horrendously wrong. As a few of you may have heard I had lucked myself into seemingly the most enviable position of getting a female roommate. It was seemingly enviable in that as being an intern in NYC and getting jack shit monitarily she would not be able to pay me rent - INSTEAD she was to marshallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16919478689248312334noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645559.post-1074781254009098602004-01-22T09:20:00.000-05:002004-01-22T09:22:32.436-05:00Chapter 27, in which OMFUG Gets a Big Boy House
The subject du jour is house buying. We're sick of pissing away rent money and getting nothing in return, so instead we have decided (fanfare) to get a house.
So, the process of looking for a house has begun, and we're chugging merrily along on the Amercian Freeway of Impending Debt. So far, there are about 9 places we need to see, and all of Clueless Dadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09869178569360112352noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645559.post-1073998294351848652004-01-13T07:51:00.000-05:002004-01-13T07:52:52.826-05:00Reposte
In response to Tommy Schu, I have to assertmyself as an ass man, not a boob man. But otherwise, he's right on the money. If you know what you like, you're already halfway there. Like G.I. Joe said, "Knowing is half the battle! Fuck you, Cobra pussies."
But I digress. I like the booty. That is all.Clueless Dadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09869178569360112352noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645559.post-1073669887478796402004-01-09T12:38:00.000-05:002004-01-09T12:39:22.420-05:00Of course what OMFUG meant was that there would be no posting today because of course he is not at work. Aaah the time honored tradition of working 4 ten hour days. Must be a joy. NOT.
As for the byotches I find myself decidely and unexpectedly non-riled. I don't know maybe it was the three shots of Mexican Asshole (Zambuca and tobasco) in London but I'm not feeling like a good old rant. Tommy Schumacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12238027891166371549noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645559.post-1073569729034499062004-01-08T08:48:00.000-05:002004-01-08T08:50:02.826-05:00The Square Root of Normal is Random.
I've got a few things on my mind today, so instead of making one coherent post, I'm going to spout my random rants. Strap yourselves in and prepare for incoming angst.
I love the movie Office Space. You really can't appreciate it until you've worked in corporate America, and it gains a whole new meaning if you happen to be lucky enough to work for the DoD.Clueless Dadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09869178569360112352noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645559.post-1073306820986656322004-01-05T07:47:00.000-05:002004-01-05T07:48:11.590-05:00Just Fucking Die.
Yeah yeah, merry fucking new year, woo hoo. I hope you all have a better one than last. Allright, enough pleasantries. Tommy Shu is a brilliant man, and I thank him for his astute observations from Snaggletoothville, England. I am available for speech writing for a paltry quantity of whores and heroin. Now, onto the point.
Parking. Again. I cannot fathom how the three Clueless Dadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09869178569360112352noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645559.post-1072877856266873082003-12-31T08:37:00.000-05:002004-01-05T06:55:22.373-05:00People are Universally the Same
So I'm posting from England. Impressed....you ought to be. I learned something last night. Well a couple of things.
1. a "cheeky pint" is a good thing unless you have 20 of them in a row. Then its not really Cheeky.
2. cask-conditioned Base ale from the beer engine rocks my little alcoholic liver big time
3. English women are hot and cannot resist my Tommy Schumacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12238027891166371549noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645559.post-1072104970275588052003-12-22T09:56:00.000-05:002003-12-22T10:07:23.326-05:00 Dec. 22, the day in which the holiday spirit overcomes OMFUG so much he almost Pisses Himself
First off, I want to apologize for all those faithful readers who are expecting a snippet of literary genius from me. It's coming, I promise. At the end of this post, to be specific. So quit yer whinin', and remember, you asked for it. Well, you didn't really, but you'll read it, because I'm going Clueless Dadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09869178569360112352noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645559.post-1070985199935810082003-12-09T10:53:00.000-05:002003-12-22T09:14:52.576-05:00Since OMFUG is the only one posting I thought I would chime in. First, I now work in the US Senate. Well I intern but that still means I weild an ungodly amount of power. Although I'm strip-searched every morning by a not-so-friendly security guard that doesn't like to be called Osama. Anyhow. So maybe none of you care but recently Congress passed, and yesterday W. signed into law a Tommy Schumacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12238027891166371549noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645559.post-1070375672817341092003-12-02T09:34:00.000-05:002003-12-02T10:54:23.060-05:00I am Become Unproductive
Ohhhhhhhhhh yeah. Finally got Gens to work on my 'puter here in wage-slave land. And you know what that means? EARTHWORM JIM!!!! Oh man, I forgot how much I love this game. I would love to shake the hand of whatever cracked-out designer came up with this idea. You wanna talk about suspension of disbelief? You'll need it in spades to play this bad boy. For those Clueless Dadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09869178569360112352noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645559.post-1069190089436050562003-11-18T16:14:00.000-05:002003-11-18T16:16:25.733-05:00What. The. Fark.
I was pulling out a dollar bill from my moneyclip today (yeah, I know, only old men and animated ducks with the surname McDuck use those....don't mock me until you try it, I'll never go back to a wallet) and I hearn an unfamiliar sound.
RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIP.
I actually tore a new $1 bill. I've never done that before. Which is odd, considering how many dollar bills I must Clueless Dadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09869178569360112352noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645559.post-1069078363935366832003-11-17T09:12:00.000-05:002003-12-02T09:40:18.606-05:00Blinded by the light...wrapped up like a mmn, mmmm hmm hmmmm hmmmm....
I looked up the words to that song the other day, so I can be cooler than anyone else in the bar when it comes on the jukebox and I can sing it.... and promptly forgot them. I do recal them being incredibly random and worthless though.
This picture has nothing to do with anything. But it's Monday, and I'm bored. Thus, Clueless Dadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09869178569360112352noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645559.post-1068760098779883702003-11-13T16:48:00.000-05:002003-11-13T16:48:37.606-05:00I can see the blog has started to lose some steam so here is some fuel to the fire:
yeah so um i had a major breakdown in reality this morning cause i timed my alarm incorrectly with the time i went to bed (i.e. i broke the least common denominator of 3 hours rule, for those that are unaware my REM cycles are 3 hours long exactly). what i am about to tell you is why i follow this rule so marshallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16919478689248312334noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645559.post-1066846902721289692003-10-22T14:21:00.000-04:002003-10-22T14:22:30.776-04:00 And in the darkness bind them....
Bras are about to become much, much harder to unhook. Gentlemen, start your engines...
The New HotnessClueless Dadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09869178569360112352noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645559.post-1065531587888500082003-10-07T08:59:00.000-04:002003-10-07T09:01:24.890-04:00 The Dark Tower (records)
First of all, let me just confirm that indeed, asses were handed to their respective owners in Halo-fest 2k3 over the weekend. Although I have to admit, Tommy Shu and Mk@t are getting pretty good. Also, we were joined by Lt. Dan, a n00b to the sport. He fared better than most do at first... I only managed to club him to death 9 times before he killed for the first Clueless Dadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09869178569360112352noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645559.post-1065145518577881332003-10-02T21:45:00.000-04:002003-10-02T21:45:18.090-04:00I'M POSTING SOMETHING BE HAPPY. IT'S 9:40. I'M AT WORK. I'M IN NORTH JERSEY. IN APPROX 8 HRS (for you math wizard that's approx 5AM) I WILL BE DRIVING TO PHILLY TO WORK AT LEAST A 10 HOUR DAY NOT INCLUDING THE DRIVETIME. WILL SOMEONE PLEASE BUY ME A HAND GUN TO BLOW MY BRAINS OUT CAUSE I DON'T HAVE THE TIME.
only good thing that happened today is that i got a chance to read my bass guitar marshallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16919478689248312334noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645559.post-1065125473990891852003-10-02T16:11:00.000-04:002003-10-02T16:11:14.003-04:00Famous Moments in History #167: On the Offensive
Said by me today:
"Actually, that fetus is just a placeholder until I get the rest of my shit sorted out."
In other news, Tommy Shu and Mk@t are rollin' into town to watch the PSU game Saturday, and to ge thier asses handed to them in Halo by yours truly. Let the debauchery begin.... here's to gettin' TMD (tm). Also, my graphic design website Clueless Dadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09869178569360112352noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645559.post-1065059044809936212003-10-01T21:44:00.000-04:002003-10-01T22:09:45.893-04:00From the Love is (not) in the Air dept:
It's hard to find someone your heart and your crotch agree upon. Luckily, either one is fully capable of dragging along your head, kicking and screaming, or no relationship would ever have lasted more than six months.
driftwoodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11846072200603423568noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645559.post-1064923824182720972003-09-30T08:10:00.000-04:002003-10-07T08:12:43.723-04:00An Exercise in Futility: Calculating Your Worth.
I've been told that the human body is worht somewhere between USD$4.50 and 43 million. But how much are YOU worth? Seriously. I mean, we all know what we make, but it's not the same. I mean the government pays me somethign to the tune of $32/hour to scratch my balls, which means on any given day I net roughly $64 for diggin' in real good.
Clueless Dadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09869178569360112352noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645559.post-1064405483397932362003-09-24T08:11:00.000-04:002003-09-30T08:10:51.090-04:00The Return of Sledgy
Kinkos. The very name strikes fear into the heart of graphic designers everywhere. When you need something done quickly, though, you rarely have another choice. Oh, how I loathe them. The level of ineptitude displayed by these glorified amoebae transcends rational thought. I think you have to take a test to become an emplyee ther... to prove you're up to thier standardsClueless Dadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09869178569360112352noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645559.post-1064232861159087842003-09-22T08:14:00.000-04:002003-09-22T08:15:01.100-04:00 Chapter 11, in which Winnie the OMFUG gets a Job
W00t! So, I had an interview on Friday to possibly do freelance work for a pretty nice company (who will remain nameless here, for thier image protection). This place is the BIZ-OMB-- they give thier employees free breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Of course, no one is ever there for all three meals, since people come and go as they please, but Clueless Dadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09869178569360112352noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645559.post-1063833312637111132003-09-17T17:15:00.000-04:002003-09-17T17:15:12.650-04:00Halo PC has gone gold!!!!Tommy Schumacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12238027891166371549noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645559.post-1063721796503929072003-09-16T10:16:00.000-04:002003-09-16T10:29:01.186-04:00 Parking Wars episode 4: There's No Hope
Goddamit, why is the concept of putting your car out of the way so fucking difficult? I made a diagram showing my exodus this morning..... it weren't pretty. I'm pretty sure I pulled some muscles lifting that damn concrete barrier out of the way. See below for info k thx.
Bombs go here, here, and... here.
So on the left you Clueless Dadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09869178569360112352noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645559.post-1063637850478429322003-09-15T10:57:00.000-04:002003-09-15T10:57:30.533-04:00I got's dem parking spot blues
Got up today. Monday. Exactly one week after some asshat left me a note saying I was taking up two spots. By the way, asshat, I'd still like to tell you to fuck off. So I went downstairs, and lo and behold, a car is parking our driveway in. Where, oh where is my lovely little note-layer now? Now, I don't care today because I didn't drive to work, and frankly Clueless Dadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09869178569360112352noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645559.post-1063286568247800252003-09-11T09:22:00.000-04:002003-09-11T09:25:37.416-04:00In Rememberence
Today, I'm reading a seciton on CNN's website that pays respect to some of the unsung heroes of September 11, 2001. There are some terribly sad stories to be told, and in the background I can hear the names of the fallen being read aloud on television by their friends and family. It is eerily silent here on base... but when words are spoken, they are friendly, and everyone Clueless Dadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09869178569360112352noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645559.post-1063230401767573352003-09-10T17:46:00.000-04:002003-09-10T17:46:41.810-04:00The Truth Will Set You Free
I don't know much in life that is certain but I do know that many many adults spend their years working through issues they developed in their childhood. What is it about us that prevents us from letting all that shit go? I do not know but I do know my issues. Aside from pretty much wanting it all, I want Ba-Zang. Those crazy greeks fought a whole war over Helen Tommy Schumacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12238027891166371549noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645559.post-1063216591858737002003-09-10T13:56:00.000-04:002003-09-10T13:59:10.526-04:00 And he will come among them, and the masses will know thier saviour...
I have dicovered through the magic of Something Awful that there were Spaceballs, presumably Assholes, at this year's DragonCon.
Lt. First Class Larry Asshole, reporting for duty.
My faith in humanity and the godliness of nerds has been restored.Clueless Dadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09869178569360112352noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645559.post-1063108294575674822003-09-09T07:51:00.000-04:002003-09-09T07:55:46.810-04:00Pullin' my pants up to my chest and gumming my dentures
Let me start by saying I'm all about racial equality. Now, you know whenever you hear someone say that, they're about to say something horribly racist, possibly about Aryan love and the beauty of a single-skinned populous ruling over Mordor or something similar. But it's ok, because they've already built in thier escape clause..... Clueless Dadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09869178569360112352noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645559.post-1063023061222856282003-09-08T08:11:00.000-04:002003-09-08T08:46:19.323-04:00Rumbling of a wannabe alcoholic
Right. First off, I have the logo for that band done, and am too stupid to have remembered to scan it, which would have allowed me to post it. Score one for the ol' grey matter. But I'll do it tonight, because I know all of you (what are there? 2, maybe 3 people who read this thing?) are waiting for it with baited breath. Take my word for it though, it looks Clueless Dadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09869178569360112352noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645559.post-1062705195384101862003-09-04T15:53:00.000-04:002003-09-04T15:53:15.270-04:00Updates, ya'll best RESPECT it.
Fuckin' a. So I'm updating the site a bit today, removing certain things from the reading queue, and adding a new bit: ROMper Room. This will list all the ROMs I've beaten to a pulp here at work, so you can see exactly how little I do. Nothign to rant about today, people. Move along. Oh, and if any of you other goddamn hosers what to send me something to putClueless Dadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09869178569360112352noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645559.post-1062586913339251442003-09-03T07:01:00.000-04:002003-09-03T07:02:02.763-04:00The Eagle has landed
Well, I'm back. Sadly. Well not sadly, because I missed the wife and kids, but still, it's unpleasant as all hell to be at work again. We had a lot of fun, and I had one of the top 5 Most Drunk Nights Ever(tm). It involved screaming like a pro rassler, chair dancing, and having cigars put out on my face. Not to mention my bud Tom telling the DJ with a straight face, "Clueless Dadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09869178569360112352noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645559.post-1062537031733617002003-09-02T17:10:00.000-04:002003-09-03T06:52:21.500-04:00Well I see no one has written. I guess its just OMFUG and I trading rants. Which of course is what we'd be doing if we didn't have this blog. So I'll just write like I'm writing to him.
Dear Jizz Breath
Today is another day of class. You know I love the Metro system and cities in general. In fact, the only thing I would change is all the people. My God how many tourists can you crowd intoTommy Schumacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12238027891166371549noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645559.post-1062075155484771722003-08-28T08:52:00.000-04:002003-08-28T08:52:35.353-04:00The Great White North is calling.....
Today, I am leaving for Canada. I can't wait. It's been a few years since I've been there, but I'm pretty sure I'll get back into the swing of things just fine. Got my flannel packed and everything. So this won't be updated (by me anyway, and I doubt by any of the other freeloading non-commital pudpullers here either) for about a week. In the meantime, Clueless Dadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09869178569360112352noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645559.post-1062015179844649102003-08-27T16:12:00.000-04:002003-08-28T07:28:21.030-04:00School....the third time around
Okay so my early impression on my MPP program at Georgetown is in. The women are HOT! Perhaps I'm girl crazy. Perhaps I am on a hunt for a hot, well dressed, funny, warm, intelligent, thinks shooting the shit is foreplay, likes giving head, likes receiving head, knows a stout from a pale ale, a cabernet from a shiraz, and thinks that legs legs and more legs areTommy Schumacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12238027891166371549noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645559.post-1062001327290988802003-08-27T12:22:00.000-04:002003-08-27T12:27:22.403-04:00All mystical on your ass
Quote of the day:
You can build a wall to stop people, right, but eventually the music, it'll cross that fuckin' wall, right? That's the beautiful thing about music-- there's no defense against it. I mean, look at Joshua and fuckin' Jericho-- made mincemeat of that fuckin' joint. A few trumpets, you know? --Keith Richards
I've been thinking alot about music lately, Clueless Dadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09869178569360112352noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645559.post-1061921799969465472003-08-26T14:16:00.000-04:002003-08-26T14:45:48.293-04:00Suck my ink
Well, since blogspot.com is still having problems with thier ordering system, I broke down and had to pay VillagePhotos for thier services. Which is cool because I've used thier free service for a long time, and I've never had problems.
Anyway, here are the tattoo designs I've got thus far. Choose wisely, young Skywalkers. You can post your votes in the comments or let me know Clueless Dadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09869178569360112352noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645559.post-1061918677888793282003-08-26T13:24:00.000-04:002003-08-26T13:26:20.800-04:00Still burning.....
Goddamn it. Everytime I think I catch a break, I get cornholed by life. I reserved Soul Calibur on Sunday, at my local EB. While there, I was chatting with the clerk, and he remarked that they would most almost definitly have the games in on Monday. I expressed surprise at this, since the release date is officially today, but when presed he said that since it was no longerClueless Dadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09869178569360112352noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645559.post-1061729617533340752003-08-24T08:53:00.000-04:002003-08-24T08:54:34.413-04:00And the soul still burns...
First off, yes, I agree with driftwood....... except dinner didn't used to cost $210+ for 5 people. I think that was a serious consideration for ending the night early. In NYC there are plenty of things to do for free-- I've seen it first hand. Philly,however, is the city of brotherly "gimme your money". And no one seemed like they had the energy to go get a movieClueless Dadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09869178569360112352noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645559.post-1061692078237268312003-08-23T22:27:00.000-04:002003-08-23T22:28:59.430-04:00From the Young professionals can have a social life, too! desk:
Now, I know that some of us (OMFUG, myself) are getting old. I know that some of us blew by 'old' like two decades ago (Tommy). But wasn't there a time, once, when Saturday nights didn't end at 9:15 pm? Is this some sort of perverted self-training for living by your words when you force your kids to go to bed at 8 pm? GAH!
driftwoodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11846072200603423568noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645559.post-1061563383630767252003-08-22T10:43:00.000-04:002003-08-22T12:04:46.896-04:00My apologies, Rob. May I call you Rob? Yes, then my apologies, Rob.
Ok, I ranted about a week ago regarding the lack of tits in Mr. Zombie's horror film House of 1000 Corpses. Well, shame on me... Robbie was a sneaky little boy, and I totally missed the titties that are present. And they are there, in a respectable quantity. Where, where, show us OMFUG! Well, they're in the TITLE sequenceClueless Dadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09869178569360112352noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645559.post-1061497722541448282003-08-21T16:28:00.000-04:002003-08-22T10:37:53.266-04:00And now, a word form our sponsors.
Well well well. I come to you bearing updates a'plenty, ready to reazzle and dazzle you with information so new it'll peel the enamel right off your teeth. First, the car. Yes, it's still sitting in my driveway, and I still have no idea who it belongs to. But I can't have it towed because... guess what... I rent, and only the owner can have a car towed if Clueless Dadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09869178569360112352noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645559.post-1061411143709318672003-08-20T16:25:00.000-04:002003-08-20T16:32:00.663-04:00Blah blah blah splort II: First Splort
More computer fun at work. I spent 3 hours this morning waiting through countless patches and updates, rebooting a grand total of 9 times. Fan-fucking-tastic. I love the fact that this virus COULD have been destroyed by setting forward our system clocks to Jan 1, 2004, but instead our IT fucks insisted on (get this) NOT patching our computers and gettingClueless Dadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09869178569360112352noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645559.post-1061322400291059332003-08-19T15:46:00.000-04:002003-08-19T15:46:40.326-04:00Blah blah blah splort.
Well, work today has been really really fun. A hoot, let me tell ya. Hit by a virus, e-mail not working terribly well, Oracle connections unusable, and our server is passing data like a constipated elephant. So what have I been doing to waste your taxpayer money? A good question, my young friends. I've been gamin, mostly. Thank god for the ol' Nintendo Emulator. AndClueless Dadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09869178569360112352noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645559.post-1061231887589537342003-08-18T14:38:00.000-04:002003-08-18T14:38:07.693-04:00Metrosexual???
After my last social critique regarding Queer Eye for the Straight Guy I received two responses. One of them used a label that was recently afixed on yours truly. Metrosexual. [in other news I would like to respond to "wifey" by saying, "No I'm not fuckin gay. But if I were would you mind me sleeping with your husband?"]
Why would anyone need a term like metrosexual? Tommy Schumacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12238027891166371549noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645559.post-1061220272934023492003-08-18T11:24:00.000-04:002003-08-18T13:01:19.300-04:00 Road Trip!
Clicky-clicky, you hosebags.
Apparently God has not forsaken me after all. Ther is going to be another Rob Zombie creation unleashed upon this stagnant world come April 2004: House of 1000 Corpses 2. Mwahahaha. Apparently, this one will involve the same people as the first did, but they will be going on a road trip. I loved the first one-- there were some great tributes in Clueless Dadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09869178569360112352noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645559.post-1061208994343092942003-08-18T08:16:00.000-04:002003-08-18T08:21:10.493-04:00 Now there's something you don't see everyday...
How much money did they pay this poor bastard to do this photoshoot? He looks kind of frightened to me. Thanks, SA, for bringing this atrocity to my attention. Isn't there something in the bible about the end times coming when humans wear gigantic dog scratch-guards willingly? If not, there should be. Mark of the beast and all that. Oops, Clueless Dadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09869178569360112352noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645559.post-1061138700433230682003-08-17T12:45:00.000-04:002003-08-17T12:46:29.710-04:00Sunday, nut gobbler of the week.
Well, it is, right? I mean you NEVER get anything accomplished on Sundays. But that's not the point..... I just needed a clever headline. Anyway, I got my Wu Name... I will now be known as the Erratic Assasin. And, as anyone who has played Halo with me will attest (except Jake, to whom I say a hale and hearty "fuck you") I am indeed an erratic assasin. But Clueless Dadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09869178569360112352noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645559.post-1060880880818558832003-08-14T13:08:00.000-04:002003-08-17T12:36:38.213-04:00Get your Wu-Name here:
http://www.recordstore.com/cgi-bin/wuname/wuname.pl
Good Luck
Radiophonic OddityTommy Schumacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12238027891166371549noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645559.post-1060873997998150852003-08-14T11:13:00.000-04:002003-08-14T11:18:06.520-04:00I have fallen from grace
How the hell did I miss Rob Zombie's House of 1000 Corpses coming out on DVD? I mean, Jesus fuck, was I like in a coma or something? Why didn't one of you assholes tell me about this? Stumpy, I'm looking at you here. And don't give me any of that shit about "Oh, well, I'm so busy at work that..." Screw that, get the corporate dick out of your mouth and focus on the Clueless Dadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09869178569360112352noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645559.post-1060870491480569892003-08-14T10:14:00.000-04:002003-08-14T10:19:25.940-04:00Have you seen the new KY jelly ads on TV? You know the one that warms on contact with skin and the voiceover says, "..and couples are enjoying it too." How did Pat Robertson and his prayer campaign not get a hold of this and ban it? I mean if they can hate the Supreme Court then they ought to get rid of this stuff. Clearly, its all about lubricating a hole that doesn't normally secrete its Tommy Schumacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12238027891166371549noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645559.post-1060870266692444922003-08-14T10:11:00.000-04:002003-08-14T11:09:35.126-04:00I finally caught a few minutes of the newest hottest television show going; yes Queer Eye for the Straight Guy. I have two points after viewing this. First, are we as a race about done watching people that have no clue, laughing at them, and then patting ourselves on the back for being better dressers or decorators, or something equally superficial? How long does that warm fuzzy feeling last Tommy Schumacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12238027891166371549noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645559.post-1060800763355804492003-08-13T14:52:00.000-04:002003-08-13T14:57:44.283-04:00Our dirty little secret...
Revelations from last night's drinking excursion:
"As a man, you got two 'get out of Jail Free' cards: the L bomb, and the first time you cry in front of her. And you better save that last one for something REALLY good, because after she sees it once she'll never believe you're doing it for real again."Clueless Dadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09869178569360112352noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645559.post-1060699329787622952003-08-12T10:42:00.000-04:002003-08-12T15:49:58.500-04:00I have been chided for not submitting a piece in a while and told that I am no OMFUG or driftwood. Well that's just fine with me because I'm my own man here. Yeah, yeah, that's it.
The rock n roll lifestyle is over. Before there is a VH1 special on Behind the Tom (OMFUG I know you'd love to get into that) I'm leaving behind the drinking, the women, and the late nights. It all bottomed out Tommy Schumacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12238027891166371549noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645559.post-1060689947217645482003-08-12T08:05:00.000-04:002003-08-12T08:05:59.800-04:00The Kids Are Allright
Got new glasses yesterday. Nice rectangular ones, with a thicker black frame. I woulds like to clarify, however, that I am not an emo fuck. (I can't deny that I appreciate Weezer, though.)
First reaction at work was from my boss. "You look like Elvis Costello. No, wait.... you look like a child molester!"
Groovy.Clueless Dadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09869178569360112352noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645559.post-1060632600196317362003-08-11T16:10:00.000-04:002003-08-11T16:16:09.603-04:00One Hour phot.....er, four hour phot.... er, you'll get it when we're good and ready.
The whole idea of a one hour photo service is that you can drop your film off, undeveloped and reeking of mystery, and return one hour later to claim your artistic Kodachrome masterpieces. O, what a glorious thing! Gone are the days of waiting a week, trembling like a leprechaun with the DT's for your Clueless Dadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09869178569360112352noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645559.post-1060627522207493752003-08-11T14:45:00.000-04:002003-08-11T14:47:30.366-04:00From the Black is white, good is evil, who are the nice guys again? desk:
According to an AP report of August 5th, we napalmed the hell out of some Iraqi positions during the war. Except, er, wait, it's not napalm, because we stopped using that 2 years ago, it's a reformulated, better-than-ever incendiary firebomb, whose key difference is that ... it's more environmentally friendly.
driftwoodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11846072200603423568noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645559.post-1060604605979111452003-08-11T08:23:00.000-04:002003-08-12T06:51:13.020-04:00 Good Golly, Miss Molly..... SHUT THE HELL UP!
Oi. So the new neighbors moved in yesterday, in the apartment above ours. And boy howdy, did they move in. They moved, and they moved, and they moved.... right up until around 3 o'clock this morning, they were thumping and thwacking. I think they were actually holding an illegal midget curling tournament. I can't believe how loud it was..... IClueless Dadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09869178569360112352noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645559.post-1060570430646090782003-08-10T22:53:00.000-04:002003-08-10T22:54:07.353-04:00From the Blonds are fun!!! desk:
Quote of the night:
I know that speech! It's from She's All That! I masturbate to that movie! Er...driftwoodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11846072200603423568noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645559.post-1060538305634069132003-08-10T13:58:00.000-04:002003-08-10T17:11:59.560-04:00Enter Loki, stage right.
Soooooooooooo, yeah. We got a little 2 month old kitten yesterday. I 'm going to call him "Loki" here. That's not his real name, but I think it should be. He basically looks like a little Fang, but instead of Fang's stripes he has spots. Same coloration and everything, and same facial and belly markings.
Anyway, Fang has been tormenting the hell out of him, which Clueless Dadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09869178569360112352noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645559.post-1060433743194510712003-08-09T08:55:00.000-04:002003-08-10T13:45:33.766-04:00 Gardengnomicus Hostilius
Had a few friends over last night..... good times were had by all. Quote of the night, by yours truly:
"Garden gnomes should be considered extremely dangerous at all times. I'm fuckin' serious."
So we're going to go get a cat today, after the wifey gets done at work. Should be a fun experience as we sort through hundreds of furry litte clawbags. Beacuse you know Clueless Dadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09869178569360112352noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645559.post-1060276014920121552003-08-07T13:06:00.000-04:002003-08-07T15:39:50.520-04:00 The flogging of Casey Jones
Yeah, so more trainning today.
Remember Miss "Brutally-beat-Casey-Jones-with-an-Iron-Whonger?"
Yeah, she was in the training again. And again proceeded to waste everyone's time. She did bring to light a problem, however, that has been plaguing our nation of computer users for some time: the double click. Now, she was good at it. Really good. Lightning fast Clueless Dadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09869178569360112352noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645559.post-1060195014522341662003-08-06T14:36:00.000-04:002003-08-14T06:37:09.986-04:00From the 8-bit Powah! desk:
I had all six hearts, all three lives, and was racking up the high score. I avoided the guy throwing the knife, the guy with the bat, jumped across the river, and fought off the two massive bruisers, even though I finally lost a life.
Then when I went to the right, I fought the same guys with knives and bats, jumped across the river, and beat the two bruisers again.driftwoodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11846072200603423568noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645559.post-1060177455832623302003-08-06T09:44:00.000-04:002003-08-06T10:35:27.790-04:00Pimping Firebird and Blaming Canada
After much prodding and haranguing from driftwood, I have finally installed the latest build of Firebird. Despite my long-standing love of outdated and obsolete software, I have to say this is nice. Veeeeeeeeeeery nice. Browser go fast. Clicky clicky. Og like. Since I had already thrown off the shackels of IE and Netscape in favor of Mozilla, the Clueless Dadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09869178569360112352noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645559.post-1060127265964224142003-08-05T19:47:00.000-04:002003-08-05T19:54:43.350-04:00Something my mom never told me
Did not realize it was possible to dutch oven oneself in the shower. I now know better. The worst part about it was having absolutely no way of escaping. I also now understand what drifty feels like when he rides in the car with me. At least he could open the windows.......
Clueless Dadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09869178569360112352noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645559.post-1060114908146148352003-08-05T16:21:00.000-04:002003-08-05T16:21:48.213-04:00Oh. My. God. A rant. driftwood popped his anger cherry. It's all downhill from here, folks. On a slightly more angry note: Today I spent an entire day in what can only loosely be called "training". At an un-named gov't facility, veiled in secrecy, we were taught the ancient art of...clicking a fuggin mouse. Why, you might ask? Because some people...holy hell, these people are stupid. I Clueless Dadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09869178569360112352noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645559.post-1060114143181331142003-08-05T16:09:00.000-04:002003-08-05T16:09:03.283-04:00From the Drunken Sot desk:
Ok, seriously, I don't get going to the beach (aka "Shore"). It's all hot and dirty, and it's not like you have anything interesting to do there. It's more pleasant to swim in a pool, if you're going to read a book then a towel or beach chaise is fecking uncomfortable, if you're a pasty-skinned runt like myself then you have to slather on SPF 2^x suntain lotion (driftwoodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11846072200603423568noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645559.post-1060089718462858652003-08-05T09:21:00.000-04:002003-08-05T09:25:38.380-04:00From the You Can't Go Back Home desk:
In the absence of decent direction, a good story, competent dialogue, or a respectable male lead, George Lucas has decided to seek artistic credibility instead of commercial success.
Darlings of the indie scene?
Christian groups, unsure of what to expect, nonetheless vowed to begin opposing Episode III as soon as they're done whining about The Passion.
driftwoodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11846072200603423568noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645559.post-1060080864468240702003-08-05T06:54:00.000-04:002003-08-05T06:54:24.540-04:00Why? (to tha izzo)
Rap music has a long and interesting history. This rant is not going to take any of that into account. Why, you might ask. Well, I’ll tell you. Because I am sick and tired of the direction this music has taken. Not that I ever really cared to begin with, but that's not the point. Rap today has nothing to do with urban expression, which is where the music grew from. Ah, Clueless Dadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09869178569360112352noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645559.post-1060031788663033052003-08-04T17:16:00.000-04:002003-08-05T06:44:21.696-04:00You know what has never made sense to me? "Don't take it personally." What the phuck is that? How else should I take anything that happens to me. Scientists have published studies showing conclusively that sports fans have hormonal responses to a victory by their favorite team. So if something that removed from my persona can affect me - for instance when the Mighty Mighty Badgers of Tommy Schumacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12238027891166371549noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645559.post-1060027024672099712003-08-04T15:57:00.000-04:002003-08-04T16:22:04.220-04:00Holy Jebus, I hate the Windows port of GIMP. What a broken, buggy lump of steaming llama snot it is. Trying to get a header done for this page so we don't have to look at the ugly one that's there now, and I'm ready to start punching kittens. I was almost done, and GIMP crashed on a blur filter. Fine, I can accept that. However, upon reopening, I have discovered that it now believes that no Clueless Dadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09869178569360112352noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645559.post-1060026035714449752003-08-04T15:40:00.000-04:002003-08-04T15:43:55.480-04:00From the Ministry for Economic Analysis desk:
The latest job projection figures from EconoPundit (I don't know either)
This'll learn all them bleedin'-heart libralz who says Dubya don't know what hez doin' wif the eco-mee.
sigh Is this like a child discovering the secret to eternal happiness?
driftwoodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11846072200603423568noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645559.post-1060024366051757542003-08-04T15:12:00.000-04:002003-08-04T15:12:46.136-04:00to quote my least favorite line in any movie, especially the LOTR series: "& now it begins..."
leave it to a hollywood scriptwriter to f-up one the greatest modern epics of all time with the cheese wiz. my this page is going to be cathartic. and yes i know i ain't spell all that well among other thangs.marshallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16919478689248312334noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645559.post-1060019741091312632003-08-04T13:55:00.000-04:002003-08-04T13:55:41.033-04:00This is my test post. The guy who runs this blog [he sleeps with farm animals btw] asked me to post so he could see that I was set up okay. Hell yeah, I'm set up okay. Course that assumes that okay means girl-crazy, horny for those two perfect scoops of vanilla squeezed into a miniskirt, you call an ass. Have you ever noticed that getting nookie only increases the fervor with which you pursueTommy Schumacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12238027891166371549noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645559.post-1060011063289677212003-08-04T11:31:00.000-04:002003-08-04T14:27:10.560-04:00OMFUG: "Because the world needs more lawyers."
Former Slickness: "Uh, I take some offense to that. Did [OMFUG] realize that half the people he was writing to are in law school?"
....driftwoodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11846072200603423568noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645559.post-1060010360272661892003-08-04T11:19:00.000-04:002003-08-04T12:25:57.146-04:00Hello all. Welcome to our little slice of disgruntlemnt. We'll be posting thoughts/rants here for the whole wide world to read, and subsequently decide we are idiots because of. Hopefully, we'll only make sense once or twice a month.
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There are a few things I simply cannot overlook in women. Allow me
to slip into Costanza mode here:
1. Flip-flops. I hate Clueless Dadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09869178569360112352noreply@blogger.com