A juggling technophile shares personal stories, challenges, humor and perhaps some political commentary.
Ramblings, often stream of conscious, journaling the events of my life.
I hold in my hand a Guinness Extra Stout glass 12 fl. oz. bottle batch number BL059/A 795060 FL. It must be five years old at least. The layer of dust on the bottle looks like something out of a haunted mansion movie. I suppose I could stay up all night working as usual, or tonight I could relax while thinking about all the reasons I should stay up all night working…
Update: There she sits upon my shelf. To be opened on a better occasion. It is 3:30am and I work.
Here’s a blog about a guy that gave up all his worldly possessions to live in a ditch.
When he gets to work in the bids department of Sotheby’s he is always spotlessly turned out in a Gieves & Hawkes suit, a stylish tie and polished shoes.
Big Daddy’s general manager, Saint Jones, and a band of helpers defied an evacuation order by arriving to clean up their premises in the historic French Quarter, which escaped largely unscathed from the floods.
There you go! That’s the New Orleans I know! Not saying I know the strip club side because I don’t. Saying, New Orleans doesn’t quit.
He was already had electricity from a generator, which was moving a pair of robotic woman’s legs, in stockings and pink high heels, waving invitingly on the street by the sign for Big Daddy’s.
Those used to be real legs until one day the girl accidentally fell off the swing onto the sidewalk. I recall walking past the joint one day in my early teens. My brother, a friend of mine and my father walked with me. As you came in line with the door you could see a mirror hanging from the ceiling at a 45 degree angle so that you could clearly see the backside of a fully naked woman. As we all stared my father deterred our interest by asking, "Boys. Did it ever occur to you that that might not be a woman?" We quickly turned our heads.
Not something you see everyday
Student: I am failing to live to my own standards.
Master: You have standards?
Gravity is heavy today.
Time to wake the doughnuts.
So we rearranged on room of the house in accidental Feng-shui. The kids returned home with the following responses:
Tommy: "I like it. I can sit on the couch and see my bus in the morning." Note. He always sits on the couch and watches for the bus.
Noah: "I like it. There are many paths around the house now."
Sarah: Stepped in the house. Spun around like she was in the wrong place. And stepped out without a word.
Amy: Slight concern in her voice. "Dad. Whatcha doing?"
Jacob Sullum sums up a New York Times article on New Orleans residents that do not want to leave.
Ms. Harris said she did not want to leave. "I haven’t even run out of weed yet," she said. [Source, Reason, High Ground in New Orleans Note: The New York Times article does not reference weed. Perhaps this was a little creative writing on Jacob Sullum‘s part.]
Frankly I’m appauled that they are confiscating weapons from people that have the legal right to bear those arms. I also recognize with what ease the military could eliminate these people.
"oh, we found his body in the backyard. Looks like a looter shot him."
"She drowned."
"Sorry, the body has not been recovered."
"You know. There were 4 of us with M16s and he went berzerk and started firing on us. We had to defend ourselves."
Still, to confiscate someone’s grandfathers side arm that he had in WWII or something similar … well, it doesn’t even have to have a history..this is just wrong.
I’ve been keeping this video open in a browser since the 29th because to hear Mayor Nagin speak of the damage awes me every time I hear it. Time to close that browser window and let it rest.
For those still following Katrina, I found an excellent summary of the timeline of events.
According to this evidence Katrina was sent by the Russians (yes, yes…I know) and we should expect another man made weather attack soon.
It has been established that the former Soviet Union (fSU) developed and boasted of weather modification technology during the 1960’s and 70’s with deployment against the United States coming in 1976 with the audible arrival of the woodpecker grid. These weather operations continue to this day.
I’m PD’d. I interviewed for a job at a family oriented company that I would have loved at a salary range that was exactly what I want complete with great benefits and flexible hours. Although I overtalked (I was nervous as all get out), the interview went well and everyone thought I’d be great to work with. My technical skills were without question. My experience perfect. Then they dropped Caliper on me. With a deadline to pick a child up from school I had to answer 145 questions to reveal my innermost secrets of which I’ll never learn myself. As the clock ticked and I deeply pondered each question I felt the urge to just mark C for every answer.
In the end, they were disappointed to decline me the position. "Had it not been for the test, you would have had an offer already." They were unable to tell me about the test other than "your analytical skills are without question."
I am still pondering my reaction to this. Of course, that action is likely to validate the results. For instance, one thought: grab my camping gear, a bottle of scotch and head of the backcountry for a weekend of introspection. But goodness no, to verbalize such a thought is certainly to draw out the innermost psychologist in everyone. Fire away! 🙂
Cathy prompted with a human metrics test producing these results:
Your Type is
ENTJ
Extroverted Intuitive Thinking Judging
Strength of the preferences %
56 75 1 11
And 4degreez pd test producing:
Paranoid: Low
Schizoid: Low
Schizotypal: Moderate
Antisocial: Low
Borderline: Moderate
Histrionic: High
Narcissistic: Moderate
Avoidant: Low
Dependent: Moderate
Obsessive-Compulsive: High
There you have it. Histrionic, Obsessive-Compulsive. I guess that means I have to become hyperfocused on this as an issue and tell everyone I see about it.
I’m so stressed that my teeth hurt.
