Believe it or not, I used to be a Dreamer. Blue sparkled
eyed world’s your oyster love will conquers all anything you put your mind too
art is life kinda guy. But after being kicked in the teeth so often I became a
FuckingRealist (yes that is actually one word, like PizzaBeer, they are symbiotically
joined), which I sort of enjoyed. I pulled no punches and nothing surprised me.
Then slowly I stepped to the left and became a Sarcastic Skeptic. Needless to say, at that point, I landed up
not dating much and not the most popular person at a party. Then one day a
paradigm seems to shift and Amused Fatalist was the soup-de-jour, which is enjoyable
to a certain “pointed” kind of fun. But, I also feel those days have passed and
more recently I think a Discontented Humorist is a better description. But by
no means is this a circular progression, yet nor is it linear. It’s a more haphazard
type of way and I guess in the overall Darwin-esk evolution it’s probably just
one of those off branch that leads nowhere and slowly ends…..yea, I blew off
work today, so too much time on my hands. Had to burn off some CT or lose it.
Can’t carry over to the new year any of those Corporate blessed “out of office”
hours. My Corporate Mother is not happy, but she designed the matrix, so there
is not much she can say. But this does mean that when I return I will have to extra
diligently strive to touch every one of her bases and bring electrifying
results to once again be amongst her favorites.
Friday, December 30, 2011
Thursday, December 29, 2011
we interupt this...
Ok
As you may have guessed, the holidays are not my thing, I truly do hate them. And I have never been accused of being overtly optimistic. Dark, brooding, skeptical, whinny and fairly disgusted with what is so often labeled humanity, I’m not quite the poster child for heart warm stories. Hell I even gagged at the “Polar Express” (that animation looks so creepy it must be Hell) and find “The Christmas Story” with “Ralphy” a trite pseudo 50 Joan Cleaver nightmare….. So this is going to sound weird coming from me.
I know this lovely lady named Karin Diamond. Our paths had crossed for a very short time, we had been “associates”. I didn’t really know much about her, you could barely call us acquaintances never mind friends. Then in 2009 she was diagnosed with a very nasty cancer. She started a blog and I have been following her plight. She is truly inspirational, putting up a very hard and long lasting battle to beat this devastating thing. Through most all of it, she’s been so upbeat in the face of true terror. Anyway, she has recently posted a Christmas Story that is very heart warming, inspirational, and makes you want to believe. YES, I actually typed those words….it even makes my fingers feel strange.
Go here, Read this…..
Merry Christmas Story.html
…please.
Now, back to our regular scheduled programming……………..
As you may have guessed, the holidays are not my thing, I truly do hate them. And I have never been accused of being overtly optimistic. Dark, brooding, skeptical, whinny and fairly disgusted with what is so often labeled humanity, I’m not quite the poster child for heart warm stories. Hell I even gagged at the “Polar Express” (that animation looks so creepy it must be Hell) and find “The Christmas Story” with “Ralphy” a trite pseudo 50 Joan Cleaver nightmare….. So this is going to sound weird coming from me.
I know this lovely lady named Karin Diamond. Our paths had crossed for a very short time, we had been “associates”. I didn’t really know much about her, you could barely call us acquaintances never mind friends. Then in 2009 she was diagnosed with a very nasty cancer. She started a blog and I have been following her plight. She is truly inspirational, putting up a very hard and long lasting battle to beat this devastating thing. Through most all of it, she’s been so upbeat in the face of true terror. Anyway, she has recently posted a Christmas Story that is very heart warming, inspirational, and makes you want to believe. YES, I actually typed those words….it even makes my fingers feel strange.
Go here, Read this…..
Merry Christmas Story.html
…please.
Now, back to our regular scheduled programming……………..
Wednesday, December 28, 2011
Tuesday, December 27, 2011
Back to Work
For those of you that have not been “blessed’ with working around the corporate world, there are many aberration of people that inhabit that universe, yet very few Human Beings. As I have alluded to, not all of them are zombies, or whores like me. Indeed, zombies are not even the most hideous creature that slitter or slim down the walkways of these festering marble halls.
He was a small man, in every meaning of the phrase. His physique required him to shop in the youth department of most stores. While his service orientated job position placed him on the lower part of the corporate food chain. Yet still, his services were in somewhat demand. This, in his mind’s eye, elevated his stature to God like control.
“Yes,…we will see what we can do”, he said, with his beady eyes darting back and forth. Never talking or looking directly at you, his cubicle’s chair squeaked as he leaned back in it. He placed his hands behind his head and flexed his biceps in the short sleeved beige rugby shirt he was wearing. “I will be happy to help you with this project. But scheduling may be an issue, maybe you should push through this initiative and I will follow up on the findings. In this way, your name will also be on the project, and you may get some credit for it too”. Well, isn’t this what you’re here to do? ”Yes, yes, my role is quite well defined here, and as I said, I would be happy to help you with this project. It’s just that I have so many other projects lined up that I don’t know when I would be able to address yours”, he retorted. “If you do it, we can complete it in a timelier manner”. Really, well who is your manager, who do you report to? Maybe I can talk to them about your work load and getting you some help. “No, No, that would not be necessary”, he said sitting up straight as his chair squeaked. “As I said, I will be happy to help you. It’s just that I get no support from management. I’m here all by myself and have no one to assist me in scheduling and completing projects. And for some reason, my computer is not running properly. I have talked to the IT people but to no resolve. They don’t even return my calls or emails. But I will do this for you, even with my messed up computer and the carpal tunnel that is affecting my left hand. I can see how important it is to you, so I will even give it a priority. How would three weeks from today be?” Three weeks, am I missing something here? This seems like a fairly straight forward project. How backlogged is your work load? The Senior VP of Marketing seemed to believe, if I understood him correctly, that this could be completed in a week at the longest. “Oh it’s so back logged, those VP just keep dumping projects on me. They don’t care how much work I have to do. But I’m not complaining, mind you. They just don’t understand how hard this job is or that I have to work on more than one project at a time. And did I tell you I have carpal tunnel in my right hand?”, he whined. “But I will get this done for you. How would the beginning of next week be?” That’s fine, I will report this back to the committee.
As I was walking out of his cubicle he picked up his phone. There just outside the cubicle, I was delayed by another corporate aberration known as “The Weekend Sport Reaper”, who had to recite and recap the highlights of Sunday’s football game for me. But before I could leave, I overheard from the cubical a phone conversation with a zombie. “You need to do this project immediately” he said. “The VP of Marketing wants you to do it”. I know, but he wants you. Put those other three projects you are working on for me aside, he needs this before the end of the week. Don’t worry, you can still get to your own work. I am totally overloaded, and I have carpal tunnel. You said that you would help me. Besides, like I said, VP of Marketing wants YOU to do this. When you are done, just deliver it to me, I will pass it on for you.” And as I heard him hang up the phone I could hear his chair squeak.
“Weasel Boy”
He was a small man, in every meaning of the phrase. His physique required him to shop in the youth department of most stores. While his service orientated job position placed him on the lower part of the corporate food chain. Yet still, his services were in somewhat demand. This, in his mind’s eye, elevated his stature to God like control.
“Yes,…we will see what we can do”, he said, with his beady eyes darting back and forth. Never talking or looking directly at you, his cubicle’s chair squeaked as he leaned back in it. He placed his hands behind his head and flexed his biceps in the short sleeved beige rugby shirt he was wearing. “I will be happy to help you with this project. But scheduling may be an issue, maybe you should push through this initiative and I will follow up on the findings. In this way, your name will also be on the project, and you may get some credit for it too”. Well, isn’t this what you’re here to do? ”Yes, yes, my role is quite well defined here, and as I said, I would be happy to help you with this project. It’s just that I have so many other projects lined up that I don’t know when I would be able to address yours”, he retorted. “If you do it, we can complete it in a timelier manner”. Really, well who is your manager, who do you report to? Maybe I can talk to them about your work load and getting you some help. “No, No, that would not be necessary”, he said sitting up straight as his chair squeaked. “As I said, I will be happy to help you. It’s just that I get no support from management. I’m here all by myself and have no one to assist me in scheduling and completing projects. And for some reason, my computer is not running properly. I have talked to the IT people but to no resolve. They don’t even return my calls or emails. But I will do this for you, even with my messed up computer and the carpal tunnel that is affecting my left hand. I can see how important it is to you, so I will even give it a priority. How would three weeks from today be?” Three weeks, am I missing something here? This seems like a fairly straight forward project. How backlogged is your work load? The Senior VP of Marketing seemed to believe, if I understood him correctly, that this could be completed in a week at the longest. “Oh it’s so back logged, those VP just keep dumping projects on me. They don’t care how much work I have to do. But I’m not complaining, mind you. They just don’t understand how hard this job is or that I have to work on more than one project at a time. And did I tell you I have carpal tunnel in my right hand?”, he whined. “But I will get this done for you. How would the beginning of next week be?” That’s fine, I will report this back to the committee.
As I was walking out of his cubicle he picked up his phone. There just outside the cubicle, I was delayed by another corporate aberration known as “The Weekend Sport Reaper”, who had to recite and recap the highlights of Sunday’s football game for me. But before I could leave, I overheard from the cubical a phone conversation with a zombie. “You need to do this project immediately” he said. “The VP of Marketing wants you to do it”. I know, but he wants you. Put those other three projects you are working on for me aside, he needs this before the end of the week. Don’t worry, you can still get to your own work. I am totally overloaded, and I have carpal tunnel. You said that you would help me. Besides, like I said, VP of Marketing wants YOU to do this. When you are done, just deliver it to me, I will pass it on for you.” And as I heard him hang up the phone I could hear his chair squeak.
“Weasel Boy”
Wednesday, December 21, 2011
Nightmare before Christmas
As if the Holidays weren’t enough of a nightmare, I had to go and read the news. I don’t know what I was thinking, call it a fatal lack of judgment, or maybe just plain stupidity on my part. I never planned my blogosphere to be a report on current events. But now, I still cannot believe the words that jumped off the screen and embedded themselves into my eye balls. It’s like some bad SciFi movie where we all die at the end.
AP reports that Scientist have created, what many call the most “dangerous virus” ever, by genetically altering Bird Flu. Avian influenza (H5N1) was altered and laboratory bred so that it could spread easily among (Humans) mammals. Scientist “wanted to see what was possible” and by altering the virus’ ability to spread they would better understand and be able to monitor the virus IF it ever mutated to that extent on its own. Present knowledge of the non-altered virus shows that 60% of infected Humans die. Death estimates from the new form of the easier spread virus puts that closer to 70-75% rate of death.
Is it just me or is this INSANITY? Haven’t these Scientist ever seen “12 Monkeys” or any of the "Resident Evil" movies or games, heard anything about the 1918 “Spanish”(H1N1) influenza pandemic, or even read any Zombie literature of today. Didn’t their parents ever tell them that just because you Can do something, doesn’t mean you Should do it? And the US Government funded this in the millions of dollars. Ya think that maybe they could of taken all that money and, I don’t know, maybe coded computer models that could simulate the mutation, instead of actually creating the virus? The 1918 pandemic was one of the deadliest natural human disasters in history. Low estimates put it at 27% of the world’s population was infected with an estimation of 10-20% infected dying. This means that at that time, approximately 6% of the entire global population died. So let’s “MAKE” something 3-4 times deadlier.
I quit.
p.s. If you don't want to do the math, and be conservative and on the low end, stick with the 27% infection rate, and use 60% infection death rate.....appoximately 2 out of every 10 people would die. How many people do you know?
AP reports that Scientist have created, what many call the most “dangerous virus” ever, by genetically altering Bird Flu. Avian influenza (H5N1) was altered and laboratory bred so that it could spread easily among (Humans) mammals. Scientist “wanted to see what was possible” and by altering the virus’ ability to spread they would better understand and be able to monitor the virus IF it ever mutated to that extent on its own. Present knowledge of the non-altered virus shows that 60% of infected Humans die. Death estimates from the new form of the easier spread virus puts that closer to 70-75% rate of death.
Is it just me or is this INSANITY? Haven’t these Scientist ever seen “12 Monkeys” or any of the "Resident Evil" movies or games, heard anything about the 1918 “Spanish”(H1N1) influenza pandemic, or even read any Zombie literature of today. Didn’t their parents ever tell them that just because you Can do something, doesn’t mean you Should do it? And the US Government funded this in the millions of dollars. Ya think that maybe they could of taken all that money and, I don’t know, maybe coded computer models that could simulate the mutation, instead of actually creating the virus? The 1918 pandemic was one of the deadliest natural human disasters in history. Low estimates put it at 27% of the world’s population was infected with an estimation of 10-20% infected dying. This means that at that time, approximately 6% of the entire global population died. So let’s “MAKE” something 3-4 times deadlier.
I quit.
p.s. If you don't want to do the math, and be conservative and on the low end, stick with the 27% infection rate, and use 60% infection death rate.....appoximately 2 out of every 10 people would die. How many people do you know?
Wednesday, December 14, 2011
later on
little words
tiny monosyllabic fragments.
broken from sentences
cast away.
just a suicide
hanging preposition
or was it something.
looking for
large meaning
in small things.
hopelessly
tiny monosyllabic fragments.
broken from sentences
cast away.
just a suicide
hanging preposition
or was it something.
looking for
large meaning
in small things.
hopelessly
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