Peckers and Honey Butts

estisNoted this morning that the Brits have an expression 'keep your pecker up' that is the eqivalent of 'keep your spirits up'. I've never heard that one and I love it. I'd love to tell some of the guys around here to keep their pecker up. Not because I need them stiff and ready but because I want to see the expression on their face when I say it. Am I the Howard Stern of the old lady set?

While I do hate the Old Navy commericals, we have a local oldies station here with the most hilarious commericals. They show people singing in the car, singing in the kitchen, singing in the shower - singing along with the oldies and getting the words wrong. The guy in the shower is singing to Sugar Pie, Honey Bunch... But he's singing 'sugar friend honey butts'... The little girl in the back seat of the car is singing 'She's got a chicken to ride and it's in my hair'. It cracks me up. Hopefully it is a syndicated thing and all of you out there with oldies stations are getting the TV commercial.

Peckers and Honey Butts

estisNoted this morning that the Brits have an expression 'keep your pecker up' that is the eqivalent of 'keep your spirits up'. I've never heard that one and I love it. I'd love to tell some of the guys around here to keep their pecker up. Not because I need them stiff and ready but because I want to see the expression on their face when I say it. Am I the Howard Stern of the old lady set?

While I do hate the Old Navy commericals, we have a local oldies station here with the most hilarious commericals. They show people singing in the car, singing in the kitchen, singing in the shower - singing along with the oldies and getting the words wrong. The guy in the shower is singing to Sugar Pie, Honey Bunch... But he's singing 'sugar friend honey butts'... The little girl in the back seat of the car is singing 'She's got a chicken to ride and it's in my hair'. It cracks me up. Hopefully it is a syndicated thing and all of you out there with oldies stations are getting the TV commercial.

The Twinkies

Ok, I can no longer stand it. You guys are just going to have to look into my world - my work world, inhabited by The Twinkies.

There are three of them and they are all in inside sales. They spend their days in the office on the phone and discussing - among themselves - things that are important to them. They appear not to understand that the other people in the room 1) can hear their every fucking breath or 2) have their own work to do and don't want to hear their mindless chattering.

They are proud of their lack of computer skills (hear breathless and squeaky 'The printer just never works for me. I'm just not a computer person.') They are like little kids who cover their eyes and believe you disappear. When their mouths open they honestly believe that the only people who can hear them are the ones they are talking to. They believe that everyone loves a whiney voice. They believe that everyone cares about their weather, their children, their lives. And most of all, if they slip up and happen to say something clever or something that someone thinks is clever, they feel compelled to repeat it 42 fucking times!!!!

I just told the product planning guy (who gets to sit in another room) that if one of them got injured or killed that it would not be my fault. And it won't be.

He said that out of all the people he's ever worked with I was one of the most interesting. He was laughing hysterically when he said it - I'm not sure he meant that it was a good thing.

Anyway, this morning, one of the Twinkies got an email that had a very loud sound file attached and, apparently some kind of scarey picture. It also came with instructions to 'turn up your sound before you click here'.... As not one of them has any capacity to think before they act, they all, one by one, came in, opened their email, turned up their sound and clicked. The result was first of all an ear shattering squeal of some kind and then hilarious giggles as they stopped to discuss it with each other and review again the list of people that they know to whom they had sent it and/or were going to.

Is there any reason for me to let these people live???? Really??

The Twinkies

Ok, I can no longer stand it. You guys are just going to have to look into my world - my work world, inhabited by The Twinkies.

There are three of them and they are all in inside sales. They spend their days in the office on the phone and discussing - among themselves - things that are important to them. They appear not to understand that the other people in the room 1) can hear their every fucking breath or 2) have their own work to do and don't want to hear their mindless chattering.

They are proud of their lack of computer skills (hear breathless and squeaky 'The printer just never works for me. I'm just not a computer person.') They are like little kids who cover their eyes and believe you disappear. When their mouths open they honestly believe that the only people who can hear them are the ones they are talking to. They believe that everyone loves a whiney voice. They believe that everyone cares about their weather, their children, their lives. And most of all, if they slip up and happen to say something clever or something that someone thinks is clever, they feel compelled to repeat it 42 fucking times!!!!

I just told the product planning guy (who gets to sit in another room) that if one of them got injured or killed that it would not be my fault. And it won't be.

He said that out of all the people he's ever worked with I was one of the most interesting. He was laughing hysterically when he said it - I'm not sure he meant that it was a good thing.

Anyway, this morning, one of the Twinkies got an email that had a very loud sound file attached and, apparently some kind of scarey picture. It also came with instructions to 'turn up your sound before you click here'.... As not one of them has any capacity to think before they act, they all, one by one, came in, opened their email, turned up their sound and clicked. The result was first of all an ear shattering squeal of some kind and then hilarious giggles as they stopped to discuss it with each other and review again the list of people that they know to whom they had sent it and/or were going to.

Is there any reason for me to let these people live???? Really??

Fixing the Internet

Ok so my punishment for making fun of the Twinkies is a big new zit just below my eyebrow. Frankly, I felt so much better after I lambasted them that a zit is an ok price to pay.

But, I've also lost access to my favorites/bookmarks and that's kind of a bummer. I've been using this very good service that let me have one home page for home and one home page for work but have both share the same set of favorite links. The name of it is/was Linkagogo - I sure hope it isn't Linka gonegone.

It must be a day for default home pages. My Mom uses MSNBC and has since her first internet connection. I don't know why but I do know that there is no changing her now. She has no clue what a browser is or what the default page of a browser is. But she knows when things aren't right.

This afternoon I got a note from her that said and I quote "My e with a tail is broken and all of the internet is fucked up. Would you please fix while I'm at dinner?"

Sure enough I got on to her computer and she had some other page as her default page. She probably clicked on 'make this your home page' thinking that looked like a good idea.

I fixed the internet. Aren't I a good daughter?

Fixing the Internet

Ok so my punishment for making fun of the Twinkies is a big new zit just below my eyebrow. Frankly, I felt so much better after I lambasted them that a zit is an ok price to pay.

But, I've also lost access to my favorites/bookmarks and that's kind of a bummer. I've been using this very good service that let me have one home page for home and one home page for work but have both share the same set of favorite links. The name of it is/was Linkagogo - I sure hope it isn't Linka gonegone.

It must be a day for default home pages. My Mom uses MSNBC and has since her first internet connection. I don't know why but I do know that there is no changing her now. She has no clue what a browser is or what the default page of a browser is. But she knows when things aren't right.

This afternoon I got a note from her that said and I quote "My e with a tail is broken and all of the internet is fucked up. Would you please fix while I'm at dinner?"

Sure enough I got on to her computer and she had some other page as her default page. She probably clicked on 'make this your home page' thinking that looked like a good idea.

I fixed the internet. Aren't I a good daughter?

The media...

I started out in life as a newspaper reporter. So I understand the pressures of working in the media but a night like tonight reminds me of one of the several reasons I switched careers really early on.

Obviously someone they suspect in the Washington DC sniper deal was, at one time, a soldier at Fort Lewis (one of those kids we train to kill people, remember) in Tacoma. This morning the FBI swooped in to collect evidence out of his former back yard. They dug up shit and carried off tree stumps. They are still at it.

Our local TV staions - 4 our to 5 of them - started coverage before the 5 p.m. usual news slots. They have had continuous coverage since then so that's now more than 2 hours and outside of the paragraph above which is half speculation on my part, they KNOW NOTHING FOR SURE! They have interviewed neighbors who know nothing. They have interviewed the FBI who won't say anything and the rest of the 2 hours have been helicopter shots of somebody's back yard.

I just love it when no news is reported so very thoroughly.

The media...

I started out in life as a newspaper reporter. So I understand the pressures of working in the media but a night like tonight reminds me of one of the several reasons I switched careers really early on.

Obviously someone they suspect in the Washington DC sniper deal was, at one time, a soldier at Fort Lewis (one of those kids we train to kill people, remember) in Tacoma. This morning the FBI swooped in to collect evidence out of his former back yard. They dug up shit and carried off tree stumps. They are still at it.

Our local TV staions - 4 our to 5 of them - started coverage before the 5 p.m. usual news slots. They have had continuous coverage since then so that's now more than 2 hours and outside of the paragraph above which is half speculation on my part, they KNOW NOTHING FOR SURE! They have interviewed neighbors who know nothing. They have interviewed the FBI who won't say anything and the rest of the 2 hours have been helicopter shots of somebody's back yard.

I just love it when no news is reported so very thoroughly.

Connections

I'm talking the TV show here. estis first mentioned it a couple of weeks ago and I had never heard of it. I found it on the Science Channel and I am so totally hooked!!! If this guy had been in my schools I might have been even interested in science and history! What a great show! Thanks for the tip.

Connections

I'm talking the TV show here. estis first mentioned it a couple of weeks ago and I had never heard of it. I found it on the Science Channel and I am so totally hooked!!! If this guy had been in my schools I might have been even interested in science and history! What a great show! Thanks for the tip.