December 16, 2005

The worst Christmas party. Ever.

Last night I found this true story about the worst Christmas party I ever attended. In the end I triumphed. Sort of. It was dated December 2003 and IÂ’ve no idea if I ever posted it or not. Reflecting back on those days, a case could certainly be made that I was an asshole. more...

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December 11, 2005

He's Back Again

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Just finished putting the Christmas decorations up!

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December 09, 2005

Dear Santa (read: wife),

ItÂ’s that time of year again. In order to make things easy on you, and insure that I get exactly what I want, I offer the following shopping guide:

I need some decent earphones for the iPod. The stock earphones are uncomfortable and lack the required dynamic range for maximum enjoyment.

Sony Fontopia MDR-EX70LP Earphones
Price: $49.99

These are available online from many retailers so order now to avoid an uncomfortable wait on my part.

IÂ’d also like something to help me wind down from a hard day at work. ThereÂ’s an add-on to Rome Total War, the video game I have driven into the ground. ItÂ’s called Barbarian Invasion Expansion Pack, $24.99 on Amazon.

If you could make these two happen IÂ’d be happy.

Aside from that, you could always make a deposit into my ‘special account’ at the bank, you know the account number.

Last, but certainly not least, can we just buy this damned thing and get it over with? I swear by all that is holy that you can drive it on Saturdays.

Please have the courtesy to make a similar list for me. We donÂ’t want a replay of the shoe incident, do we?

True Story (from my original blog):

The womenÂ’s shoe store. We were Christmas shopping together and she took me in and pointed them out. I looked down at them.

"Look closely."

"Okay," I said.

"Do you see the heel?" she asked.

"Yes, I see it."

"And the toe? See the difference?" She held up another shoe.

"Don't worry. I understand."

We left the mall. Several days later I went Christmas shopping alone. I had bought her every gift on her list. Only the shoes remained. I went back to the store, back to the exact spot where the shoes were. But they all looked the same.

Granted, I tend to tune out when people talk to me. I'm in my own world most of the time. I guess I wasn't paying attention. And now I'm looking down at these shoes and every pair looks the same. I tried to guess the exact spot I was standing in when she showed them to me, thinking I might find the right ones by dead reckoning, but I had no distinct landmarks. Meanwhile, it's a few days before Christmas and the place was packed. These things were flying out of there. Women were grabbing shoes and holding them up over their heads yelling sizes. I had been at the mall for a long time. I was hungry. I was tired. I had no hope. I picked a pair and bought them. I was certain I had narrowed it down to two pair and I chose one.

Fast-forward to Christmas day. All the presents opened except for one box. She opened the box and took out a shoe. Not only was it the wrong one, but it was the one she used as example of what she specifically did not want. She went berserker. I thought at one point that she would actually beat me with the shoe.

That was about five years ago. She still reminds me of it constantly. She uses it as an example when she points things out in stores now. And every time she brings it up, it is with the same intensity as that first time when she opened the box.

You really can't imagine.

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December 01, 2005

Little Bits

The best thing about Wednesday is that there's usually no turds waiting to greet me in my toilet when I get home. Two out of the three boys have "flushing issues" (guess which ones). On Wednesdays my Lovely Wife takes the kids to a neighborhood homeschooling thing so they're not in the house much. Plus, the chief perpetrator (guess which one) makes it a point to poop over there.

Robitussin messes my shit up. I've got a bit of a chest cold and took some before bed last night. The objective was to prevent coughing so I could sleep. Wrongo. It worked on the coughing but I journeyed through the evening in and out of sleep, coming out of and back in to a seriously freaky dream about linear scaling and druidic ceremonies.

My biggest project is losing its chief architect. The guy who designed the entire system that it's being built on. Just as it's starting to get built. The guy who's taking over is very good too, but doesn't have nine months invested in crafting the application. If that isn't enough to bother me there's the fact that today is his last day and I found out about it yesterday. From my client. I'm finding new levels of pissedoffedness to master.

I had six days off in a row (Thanksgiving through Tuesday). Out of a "to do" list a half yard long I accomplished...nothing. Curiously, that gave me a wonderful sense of accomplishment.

It's "World Aids Day". How are you planning to celebrate?

Yeah, that was pretty cold of me. I just lost all respect for these things when they added "Pretzel Appreciation Day", "Hotrod Month" and "Give NAMBLA a Try Week".

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November 22, 2005

My annual Thanksgiving post

The big question will be how many people burn down their house this year trying to deep fry a heavy frozen bird inside their house.

Most people donÂ’t have the common sense to put the bird in, fill the fryer with oil and then take the bird out and get the oil hot. Instead, the fill the fryer with too much oil, get it close to the temperature of the sun and throw in a thirty pound, partially frozen Butterball. When that thing hits the oil it goes up like Michael JacksonÂ’s hair on a Pepsi shoot, not including the displaced oil that splashes out of the fryer and onto linoleum, which I believe is extruded from petroleum products. Last year something like 400 homes caught fire attempting this trick and I predict the numbers will double this year.

In days of old, boiling oil was a great weapon when poured over the castle walls. Imagine the potential in the average American kitchen. SomebodyÂ’s Uncle Frank will probably learn a lesson the hard way.

Aside from the skin, I have no use for turkey. I find it unappealing in taste and texture.
But even though I donÂ’t care for turkey, I am a fan of Thanksgiving. IÂ’ll be at the in-lawÂ’s with many friends in tow and the drinking always starts early. We usually drink champagne on the holidays and no one is about to complain that itÂ’s too early to drink when youÂ’re uncorking the good stuff. We generally stand around in the kitchen patting each other on the back and swilling drinks and demanding to be fed.

I find the waiting to be the biggest problem. ThatÂ’s because my family are liars. The day before we always call over to see what time weÂ’re eating. TheyÂ’ll say 2:00PM, when they know damned well it wonÂ’t be until 4:00PM. They lie because they want to spend time with us, which is odd, because I canÂ’t comprehend anyone wanting to spend time with us.

On the way over there I guarantee that some doofus will be outside hanging his Christmas lights, which will start my wife up and IÂ’ll have to listen to how IÂ’d better get our shit up right away and not wait too long like last year. And when we finally arrive weÂ’ll walk in on a shouting match about the turkey, and how itÂ’s not cooking fast enough or hot enough, or when the tin foil should be taken off to brown the skin, even though it wonÂ’t be ready for hours.

So we stand around the kitchen and drink champagne until a card game breaks out or we can start poaching food. Some will sneak out for a smoke, others will incite slanderous talk about other relatives and the majority will bitch and moan about anything that comes to mind. And when the bird is done everyone will argue about the proper way to carve it and how this family, “doesn’t have a goddamned sharp knife” and there won’t be enough of the same type of plates for everyone and it will ruin the photos.

Somehow, I find comfort in all this. There we are, all together and complaining as a family. ItÂ’s hard to describe. And when the time comes to trot the bird out everyone takes on a solemn demeanor and we go around the table and everyone expresses what theyÂ’re thankful for this year. I never use to participate and this whole thing used to make me very uncomfortable. The first couple of years tried to hide in the bathroom for this part but they refused to start until everyone was seated. Nowadays I donÂ’t mind so much. I have a lot to be thankful for.

Since I donÂ’t eat turkey IÂ’ll fill up on my old ladyÂ’s pecan crusted sweet potato pie and mashed potatoes and gravy and swill more champagne. And towards the end, when the pumpkin pie comes out IÂ’ll fill half my coffee cup with good cognac and reflect on the fact I donÂ’t have to work the next day. And while the mess is being cleaned IÂ’ll sit there with my daughter on my lap and plan a graceful exit strategy as the old lady packs up as much of the leftovers as she can before her siblings can get it all.

And when we get home and put the kid to bed I’ll pour myself a single malt and sit on my lazy ass—sated—as my wife and I look through the pay channels for amusement.

Happy Thanksgiving.

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November 21, 2005

Colon Blow (again)

“Daddy, I want to eat lunch there,” she said as she pointed out the window.

I looked up and saw that she was pointing at Taco Bell. This was a strange development. WeÂ’ve driven by the place a thousand times since we lived in these parts but have never stopped. I had no intention of doing so this time either.

“Daddy, stop! You said we were on a date and I could pick where we eat!”

“That’s because you’ve been reasonable up to now. You pick Wendy’s every week.”

“But today I don’t want Wendy’s. I want that!”

I swung around and pulled into the parking lot. After ten minutes of reasonable discussion we went inside, against my better judgment. Soon afterward we sat at a table and unwrapped our bounty, which was somewhat disturbing. I have a thing about Mexican food. I like it a lot. I’d lived in California long enough to know good Mexican food and my expectations were minimal—but this was hideous. I made the mistake of looking inside my burrito and it appeared to be made out of brown paste.

“Mine looks like dog food.”

“Daddy, stop saying bad things and eat your lunch.”

I hadnÂ’t been to a Taco Bell in roughly fifteen years. I had no idea what to order so I got four burrito supremes. I could only stomach three of them and it was tough getting them down but I was starving.

An hour later I was watching the game when the storm hit. The first wave wasnÂ’t as violent as I thought it would be, but the next wave had all the elements of a classic green meat attack. IÂ’ll spare you the details, but I was in there long enough to miss almost an entire quarter of the Eagles game. The kid was unfazed and unaffected. The entire time I was on the throne she was drawing pictures and shoving them under the door, which might have cheered me up if they werenÂ’t pictures of doggies eating Taco Bell.

She kept singing, “Fart, fart, fart, FART…fart, fart, fart, FART.” To the tune of the opening of Beethoven’s fifth symphony and then laughing hysterically.

I refused to reply.

My wife eventually got in on the act, humiliating me even further, before taking a more serious note and rattling off a long list of chores that needed to be done, including measuring the windows for the new window treatments and taking the car to the dealership on Monday. All while I sat there, depressed and cramping, and wishing I was someplace else. If you canÂ’t get some peace in there, thereÂ’s truly no hope. I stayed in there until they had gotten bored and gone about their business. And I slinked back to the couch and pretended to be asleep for a while.

And thus, another Sunday gone the way of Hades. Mocked by my family and frowned upon by the gods.

Acta est fabula, plaudite!

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October 21, 2005

Greatest Halloween Scares

UPDATE 10/26 (see extended entry)


'Tis the season for spooks and scares, and some good laughs. Anyone out there have a good story they'd like to share about scaring someone, or being scared by someone? Are you the I-don't-scare type that once flipped out in a haunted house when someone grabbed you? Fondly remembering scaring your little sister so much she wet herself? Were you that little sister that grew up and screamed so loudly during a scary movie that your brother and his popcorn went flying off the sofa? Let's hear your stories!

My stepson jumped three feet off the couch and yelled SHIT! when my wife crept behind him and grabbed his shoulder during the final scene of Carrie.

She made ME jump three feet when she let out a piercing shriek (on purpose, mind you) during the scene in The Hand That Rocked The Cradle when the husband's hand came from behind the stairs and grabbed the wife's ankle.

Others?


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October 05, 2005

Signs, signs, everywhere there's signs

Did Microsoft release Sign Generator XP or something? Get a load of this beauty that's up in front of our office building right now.

Anybody care to posit the two word phrase that would be superior to this verbose and wandering phraseology?

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September 06, 2005

Born and bred

All three boys have done the bulk of their growing up here in Atlanta but only Burger was conceived and born natively. Sometimes it shows.

Me: Everybody ready? Let's get in the van and get going.

[Kids begin climbing into the vehicle.]

Me: Woah there, Burger! You've got to finish that soda before you get in the van. Drink it or toss it.

[Burger looks up at me like I am a complete moron. A complete moron who has deeply offended him.]

Burger: It's not a SODA. It's a COKE.

I ended up holding it for him while we drove home. It being a COKE and all, we couldn't let it go to waste.

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September 03, 2005

She's Mad As Hell

Diamond Dave here, throwing in his two cents worth.

My wife works at Georgia Tech at night. She was witness to some of the relief efforts going on there for the storm refugees from La/Miss. Some of the things she heard and saw concerning these efforts upset her greatly. Here is a copy of the email she sent me, which she also sent to various news organizations:

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September 01, 2005

The sky is falling!

Mass hysteria gripped Atlanta yesterday. It started with a broadcast by Governor Sonny "Not the chicken guy" Purdue. In a move that could best be called ill advised, he went on the air to say that the fuel supply to northern Georgia had been compromised but people were working on it and it would all be back to normal in a couple of days.

People freaked. There was a generalized run on the gas stations. Prices started skyrocketing.

Sonny went back on the air to say there was no emergency and that people should calm down. The compromised fuel supply was actually only 20% of our normal fuel delivery (most of our fuel is shipped in and then trucked), it was only a temporary problem, the worst that could happen would be a two day shortening of Atlanta's normal 10 day fuel reserves. People should stay home and play with their kids instead of spending hours in a line at a gas station.

This message came way too late and did nothing to counter the alarm generated by his earlier message. By then prices had topped $3.50 in most places and some stations were running out of gas. People freaked more. Prices went higher. More stations ran out of gas. People went into gas panic frenzies.

The panicked jackasses continued the run on gas through the rush hour and later. By the time it was over the price of a gallon had spiked over $5 in some locations. The highest I saw on my ride home was $4.19.

This morning the talking heads were out. The AAA regional manager explained that in the best of circumstances if everybody filled up on the same day we would likely run out of gas in the area. Fortunately only about 60% of the people in Atlanta are morons so we are in a shortage situation now instead of a crisis situation.

On my way into work this morning about 80% of the stations were out of gas. The ones that did have some left were selling for between $2.89 and $3.19 with one discrepant station still trying to get $4.09. None of them had many customers, of course.

Stupid people irritate me. Stupid people who affect my life anger me. Stupid people who affect my life by costing me money really piss me the hell off.

For more on the situation see Trey about The Price of Gas or my Lovely Redneck Wife about the Crazy People.

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August 31, 2005

I've been waiting...

For somebody to say the devastation in New Orleans is God's punishment for their sins and depravity. I know it's coming. I know it's already been said somewhere, probably many somewheres, I've just been avoiding the places where it's most likely to happen so I've been able to miss it.

But eventually, somewhere, whether it's on the street, waiting in line at the store, in the break room or while out having a smoke, I'm going to hear those fateful words.

And then I'm going to punch that person right in the throat.

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August 30, 2005

The Peacock Find The Lie Challenge

UPDATE: Not sure how I got back into it but I did and this is topical again. The game is on!


I had an interesting imaginary conversation with our normally sweet though rabidly lefty neighbor. It went something like this:

Neighbor: I can't believe you voted against Kerry in the primary.

[Note - I'm not a registered Democrat but in Georgia all voters may vote in whichever primary they choose to. Since voting for or against Bush in the Republican primary was a moot point I voted in the Democratic primary.]

Me: I don't like him. If Bush loses I want the person who is President to be the best possible candidate and Kerry isn't that candidate.

Neighbor: IIIIIIFFFFF Bush loses?!?!?! Of course he's going to lose! We're going to knock that lying bastard out of the White House!

Me: Oh, Lordy. You aren't one of those "Bush lied, people died" folk are you?

Neighbor: Of course. He did lie and those lies led directly to people dying so damn straight "Bush lied, people died".

Me: What lie did he tell?

Neighbor: He talked about all of...

Me: Woah! I didn't ask what he talked about. I want to know what he actually said.

Neighbor: He said that...

Me: Stop! I don't want to hear that "He said that...", I want to hear what he himself personally said. What literal lie came out of his mouth?

Neighbor: I'm trying to tell you what he said!

Me: No, you're trying to tell me an interpretation of what he said. Tell me the exact words that came out of his mouth that were deliberate and calculated untruths.

Neighbor: Nobody knows exact words. That's crazy. I couldn't give you the exact words for this conversation we're having right now.

Me: Anybody who wants to can have the exact words that Bush said. They are all recorded for posterity and publicly available. Let's forget about knowing the actual words for a moment. Have you yourself heard the actual words?

Neighbor: Don't patronize me. I keep informed, Jim. I do listen to the news and read the paper.

Me: I know you do, otherwise I wouldn't bother to have this conversation with you. I'm serious here - have you yourself heard and recognized a lie out of Bush's mouth? Have you read his actual words, uncut, unexerpted and un-ellipsed and seen a lie there? Or are you propagating a personal attack on a man based solely on what third parties have said.

Neighbor: [Fuming silence]

Me: Okay, why don't we pick this up later after you've had some time to do some research?

So I've got a challenge to anybody and everybody who's part of the "Bush lied, people died" crowd. This is not sarcastic and it's not meant to denigrate anybody. I've seen dozens of people who I respect react with this knee-jerk slogan. I myself have never seen or heard an intentional untruth from Bush. If he actually did lie then the proof of it is out there. Show me. Prove it. If you are willing to mouth the words against the man then the least you can do as a person of honor is to verify that what you are saying about him is true. Since you'll be out doing that for your own peace of mind, share it with me here when you are done.

Here's what I'm looking for:

  1. Actual literal quotes from George Bush

  2. They must be in context, unedited, un-ellipsed, unmodified in any way. Exactly as they came from the horse's mouth, so to speak.

  3. They must be linked and referenced. I must be able to go and view the source for myself.

  4. They must contain intentional fallacies that directly led to US forces going to war in Iraq.

Leave them in the comments to this post. Each instance of a qualifying Bush lie that is reported here will be rewarded with a Snooze Point or two and the eternal thanks of the masses.

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August 23, 2005

All right, we'll call it a draw

Three weeks of the most intense development imaginable. Two separate groups of subject matter experts flown in. Two UI developers, 2 DBAs and 4 contractors working hell shifts and weekends for 10 days. Three completely new component systems learned and implemented. Four new technologies developed. A last minute 100% setback. A brief reprieve. And then...

The demo was a smashing success.

The top 20 officers in the company saw just what our developers can do when given their heads and qualified direction. There was oohing and aahing. There were exclamations at the speed of our product (504 page reports off a 17 million record set live database in under 4 seconds).

They did not approve our proof of concept for development. Although we met every reporting requirement we were tasked with we failed to meet the invisible requirements of matching the back-office capability of the very expensive preferred vendor. That capability took a score of hungry Romanians two years to develop so there's no way we could do it inside the 6 month implementation deadline. 7 months, maybe - they're only Romanians after all.

But all is not lost. Enterprise Development got to show off big time for the biggest brass in the company. Many of the tech advances and components from the proof of concept will get used in other applications. Our street cred is huge now. Our collective ballsacks are silky smooth and engorged with massive testosterone loads ready to fire at the slightest provocation.

We kicked serious ass.

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August 15, 2005

Doesn't it figure?

Just when I say I'm on hiatus, I make a post. Behold the dichotomy of Jim.

I give you...Xtreme Paper Disposal:

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By the way, I got me a new mini-digital.

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August 06, 2005

Disjointed news in brief

I just got a trackback spam for "oral sex for women". What the hell is that?

Tuesday through Friday were all-day meetings at work. Every day. The whole day.

On Tuesday I went out for some celebration drinks after work. It was much fun but I payed the price on Wednesday. If Lovely Wife hadn't woken me up I would have missed the beginning of the Wednesday meeting.

There's a decent chance that if she hadn't woken me up I would have missed a significant portion of that meeting.

Wednesday's meeting was 11 hours and then dinner afterward.

I worked from home until 2:30 today to catch up some of the critical stuff I missed while I was in the critical all day meetings.

I'm wrecked and once again 150 odd posts behind in my blog reading.

The celebration drinks on Tuesday were because I officially got my Project Manager title on Monday. Yay!

We have three dogs now. We got a new lab/Aussie mutt puppy a couple of weeks ago. Pictures soon, I promise.

We have 8 cats now. Stitch, slut that she is, went into heat some time after we pulled out of the driveway for our Spokane trip. She spit out the bebe kats a week and a half ago.

I still have Morrigan's microwave plate.

I'm now three of the top application development projects at work.

And will be adding another next week.

One of those three became an emergency last week - this accounts for two of the four meeting days this week. And two more next week. [sigh]

Three of the five kittens have adoption promises already. All to women who work at the same office.

One of their clients is one of our biggest clients. Small world.

We may be boarding another lab for one of the folks who's taking a kitten.

I'm not sure that trading a kitten for an adult dog gets us out ahead anywhere, pet-wise.

Both of my parents tried to call me on my birthday. They called at home. While I was at work. This bummed me out severely.

I got my favorite selection of tasty beers for one of my birthday presents. This cheered me up considerably.

Lovely Wife rocks.

At the dinner on Wednesday I had enough prime beef to compact a tiger's colon.

There's something oddly satisfying about letting loose a $40 beef shit.

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July 28, 2005

Unions, a rant

Unions are in the news lately. Seems the big annual party for the AFL-CIO is missing some of the biggest partiers this year. Yup, the two largest single unions, the SIEU (pronounced "sue", as in that's what they do) and the mob Teamsters have called it quits and started up their own little group called The Coalition To Win, or TCTW (pronounced "Tick Two" which is very fitting when you picture two blood sucking insects).

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It's breathtaking

There really is nothing like a freshly shorn scrotum. You really should try it.

I'm just saying.

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July 25, 2005

I'm walking on air!

Because I got the most fantabulous birthday present in the mail. Helen, you rock!

Points

Can you guess what splendiferous present Helen bought me? Three points for the first person to get it right!

And yes, there is enough clue in this post to get it right.

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July 22, 2005

Observations

When the heat tops 95 and the humidity goes with it, when just walking out the door causes a film of sweat to sheen upon the skin, when walking across the parking lot is a painful experience and even the act of sitting down no longer brings comfort, it becomes very apparent that it is way past time to trim the ball hair.

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