who for, you ask? The world in general. Case is point:

Recently, I head a radio commercial for Con Edison Power in New York. In a effort to improve their customer service, they have been telling people how to get information, and also how to report things. Now here's the line that made me just wonder who wrote, approved, and then read it, w/o realizing a problem: If you have a power outage, call our toll free number to report it, or go online to our website. Now can anyone tell me what is wrong there?

On a random note, I really want to kiss a girl with braces.

A man who was after gold, dug a 60 foot hole in his front yard after a metal detector said there was gold below.  OK, so you say, alright John, that guy is dumb.  But you would be wrong.  After City workers discovered two workers at the bottom of the hole, they shut down the operation.  Now here's where it gets dumb.  In order to fill the hole, they have to re-inforce the hole before they will allow it to be filled.  So rather than just throwing the dirt back in, he has to pay someone to re-inforce the hole enough that it will never collapse, and then fill it back up with dirt.

Is it wrong I get a headache from this kind of stuff?

Recently, a famous Philadelphia cheese steak establishment has gotten into trouble for a sign they put up. It reads simply, "This is America. When Ordering, Speak English." All well and good, first admendment and what not. Now the owner is going to have a complaint served against it because the sign "discourages non-english speaking people from patronizing there when they see the sign". I'll give you a second to let that sink in.

::hums the Dink-Dink song from Spaceballs::

Now, I see this a dumb, because the only people who can read the sign are people who can read and understand English. Non-english speaking people wouldn't be able to read the sign to know they have to speak english. Nevermind the fact that you couldn't read the menu or anything else for that matter. According to the owner, since the sign has been put up, NO ONE has been denied service. Understanable. If you don't speak English, you will probably have someone who does tell you what they serve there, and maybe have them order. On the other hand, if you go there, you will probably know what they serve and order it by name. When I go to TacoBell I order a burrito or a soft taco. I don't use the english version of the name, because come to think of it, there isn't one. I asked some spainsh people, and they said when they go to McDonalds, they order either by numbers or they say hamburger, cheeseburger, etc.

OK, that's all I got for now.

So Saturday, I was out shopping around and before I headed to ShopRite to get some food for my sick GF, I stopped by SportsAuthority to see if they had some CO2 cartridges for my small paintball marker. I'm walking around not seeing what I want, so I go to check out the bike section for a seat post mounted cargo shelf for my bike. I found one, but it didn't have any hardware or instructions or even a UPC. There also wasn't a shelf tag. So I went up to the counter. To preface this, I was wearing a grey MBNA shirt, and jeans. SportsAuthority's uniform is a black shirt with a hanging name tag and khakis. So as I walk up to the front, a lady pulls me aside and asks me where she could find a cover for her soda cans to keep the bees and flies out. I got a deer in the headlight look, and I told her I didn't work there. She then seemed very surprised, and apologized. So there's another case of me working somewhere.

Other than that, almost all of the kittens have opened their eyes. Kari got sick Friday, and I had to take her to the ER. We went to CentraState in Freehold which is WAYYYYY better than Community in TR. She had a list of symptoms. And when I say that, I mean she literally wrote them down. I'll always give Kari credit for being organized. So a few hours later, we were on our way back home, and I tried to make her as comfortable as possible. Her fever finally broke on Sunday, and I made her some of her favorite chicken tenders for dinner.

And on a final note. While watching Gray's Anatomy last night, during a commercial, the weatherman came on and said "I'll tell you when it's raining". I'm glad he offers such a service. Because I can't tell you how many times I've gone outside and had to ask someone on the street what the water falling from the skies was called.

I thought prosti-tots were bad. Now we have Pimpfants. I shudder.

What can I say about today. Nothing much going on. Spradic work is happening, so that stops me from writing because as soon as I get a good idea, someone talks to me and I forget it. I did have a disturbing sight today though.

I was walking to my office and I got in the elevator with this lady. I'd say late 30's early 40's. Well, she had an MP3 player around her neck and she was blasting Good Charlotte. Nothing wrong with that, I know. But she was singing "Lifestyles of the Rich and the Famous". Again nothing MUCH wrong with that either, except she didn't know the words to well. She kept mumbling through parts that even I know the words to. I thought it might stop when we got off the elevator, but alas, no. She continued through the halls where I eventually ran away and hid in a corner.

I'm still shivering.

That's all I can say. I honestly can say that I had the full spectrum of emotion this weekend. I was happy to see my baby on Friday. I had made some chili during the week and I warmed some up for her. We watched TV, but nothing was on. After a bit we hit the sack, talked a bit and then crashed.

Saturday was very lazy, which suited me just fine. We woke up, lounged for a bit, and then did our farm work. Then we hit the mall, pepboys and finally Target. Back to the house and I made some hamburgers. They were good.

Sunday was just horrible. I got up to help Kari feed and bring the babies in and out. I went to use the mower, and of course it doesn't work. Needless to say, the belt I had put on less than a month ago was now melted in half. There was also a piece of metal bent in a way that I seriously cannot fathom HOW it got bent the way it did. The only way I could theorize involves a ditch and a stump and a bionic land dolphin, nevermind, it's just to complicated. After that I realized that I was missing a lock that we needed for the hay trailer. I have no clue where the hell that ended up. Then Kari left, and I was sad. I thought going to one of my favorite stores would cheer me up. it did not. I came back home, fed, talked to the neighbors and went inside the house and just sulked for the rest of the night until I went to bed. So happiness, sadness, anger, and a few other emotions. A full weekend.

OK, back to work, and more searching for locks tonight.

Has anyone heard of this? For those who haven't(myself included, but I have the general idea) it was the idea of two guys to pay some bums to fight and do other stuff for money. And I mean, they do a lot. The reason I bring this up is two-fold.

#1. I can not rent Showgirls on DVD at any rental place because it's "Un-Rated" and I guess it could be considered dangerous to the public. But to the point, the movie is bad enough on it's own to be a danger to public. Kinda like Pootie Tang. But they will rent out videos like Jackass and Bumfights and not worry that kids might possibly try the things on there. Seriously, what's more harming to a child or a young adult? Seeing titties or watching some idiot pole vault into a river of sewer waste? I think I know what your answer is.

#2. I think this bumfights phenomena could lead to more things. I was thinking of a whole Bum Sports Series. I think that if you apply a little thought, you could come up with some low-brow version of real sports and they would be pretty funny. Like a Bum NASCAR thing. The bums all sit in shopping carts and attach themselves by strings to a bus or something. As the bus drives, they have to pull themselves forward until the touch the back of the bus. It would get harder towards the end because all the strings come together and the carts would get jammed up. Of course there would be safety precautions. They could make safety equipment out of stuff they find around. Like old Watermelon helmets for when the carts tip over on the street. Stuff along that line. Or maybe aa Bum version of the Discus where they throw old hubcaps to knock down some food or prize high up. I'm sure people can think of others.

I just think it's wrong for a company like Blockbuster and others to censor some movies and not others. I think it hurts them as I won't BUY Showgirls on DVD, but I would be willing to rent it one or two times. I don't know. OK, time to work.

Hey all, been awhile since I updated. Works been crazy as well as life being crazy also. Was off on Friday to have two more teeth removed. And this time it was by a dentist, rather than an errant pool toy. While the pool toy can do the job in about 1 second as opposed to 45 minutes with the dentist, at least the dentist gives ya benzocaine to numb the gum, and novacaine to numb the teeth. It's been so long since i was at the dentist without the aid of my old friend No2, that I forgot your teeth actually go numb also. I think that's what my new implants will feel like as there will be no nerve in them, but I'll be able to feel just them there with the rest of my mouth.

For the rest of friday into the weekend, kari nursed me. It wasn't that I was bleeding much or swelling much, it's just that if I'm in a constant pain, no matter how small, I become miserable. That's what I was like all weekend. Plus it alters everything you do and I don't like change much.

Monday was a horror for oh so many reasons. I didn't expect it to be so bad, but it was almost like a Garfield Monday. For one, the guy who I share my job with, James, decided to take a bunch of time off, as has most of my office, due to the acquisition by BofA. So In addition to doing the myriad of jobs I do, I had two more to do. Also, I was forced to spend most of the day in my old office, which is literally the farthest point on the company property from my current office. So of course, people need something from your desk, or you have to go back multiple times. Then there turned out to be a schedule conflict for our ONLY big open area for people to have meetings in. So there was drama there. Also, I didn't get to eat until about 12:30, which made my blood sugar drop which made me a bad mamajama. Then, this lady who ALWAYS calls with these weird requests (one time, she was expecting a delivery made by a division of our company, which was being driven up by our own people in a van, and she wanted us to track it. I guess she expected us to call them on a cell phone and ask what mile marker they were at) and she wanted us (being down two able bodied people{three if you count me})to do a set up in the cafe in about 15 minutes while there were still people in the cafe eating. So we told her, with only 3 people available to do the setup, there is no way we can move all the tables, and set up 100+ chairs in 15 minutes. So she sent some help from her dept up and we were done in about 20.

THEN, this idiot at my job who likes to boss everyone around and is a jerk, gave me a list like june 20th, and wanted me to do all the work for it. Trouble is, the book he was ordering from was last years book, so things have had well over a year to change around. I asked the guy to fill out the proper form with the current info he could get online since he knew what he wanted, and would know if a replacement for a discontinued item would be acceptable. So he started putting me down in front of my boss, and he wasn't having it. Me, I could personally care less if someone puts me down and they are a jerk. But that made me late for my train and I had to catch a later one. I came home and my baby wasn't there which is always a bummer. I unloaded the groceries, did some laundry, and sat down in front of my computer to find some new ring tones. Then kari came home, we put all the animals in their assorted enclosures, and that was about that.

OK, Coffee time.

I was reading the news this morning to catch up on what happened in the world since I laid my head down to sleep. I noticed a heading for a story about the much troubled Boy Scout jamboree in Virginia. According to reports, more than 300 Scouts were treated yesterday for heat stroke, dehydration, and other heat related illnesses. It was so bad, that they had to convert tent to triage centers and also call in refer trucks to try to bring some peoples temps down and give IV's to some patients. They also had to call in for extra help from local hospitals, coast guard units, army medics, and other agencies.

OK, seriously, what happened to: Always Be Prepared?

When I was a scout a decade ago, we learned many things. I can still remember most of them. One thing I remember in particular was First Aid. Why? Cuz it was something that could save my life someday. I know the symptoms and also basic treatment of a few serious things like: shock, heat stroke, dehydration, frost bite, hypothermia, etc. OK, now that was me. You are in a situation where there are 42,000 scouts and scout masters. How can all these people not know the dangers of the heat? When I was a scout, if we went on a 3 mile hike, we took like three canteens and we used to take rests. You have all these scouts in an event organized by scouts for scouts, and apparently, the thought that people might need water, didn't come up. I don't know. It just makes me wonder about the common sense in America today.

Coffee time.

I was reading the news today and there was a report that at the National Boy Scout Jamboree, 4 scout leaders were killed in a tent accident. At first I though maybe a tent collapsed and some people maybe suffocated. But no. They were electrocuted.

Yes, electrocuted. While they were erecting their tent, a pole struck an overhead power line and BAM, they died. I had a bunch of questions regarding this. Like:

A: Why were they pitching a tent near where there were power lines? When I went camping as a scout, we usually didn't have electricity let alone overhead electric lines.

B: How do you not notice overhead power lines. They are usually either strung from large metal structures or wooden poles. When I see a tree with no branches except for one really long thin one, it would raise a flag. Not a flagpole mind you, cuz electricity and metal don't mix.

C: Maybe since they were from Alaska, they weren't used to power or anything like that. It was just a strange magical thing.

I don't know. But whatever happened to always being prepared and being mentally awake. Just a thought. Ok time for bed.

Good Night Walla Walla