Sunday, March 30, 2008
Holding out for a hero.
Was over at Best Buy today when the local blood bank was doing a blood drive. They asked me to donate. I said no as I didn't think they would take any from me on account of the diabetes. They said it would be okay as long as my sugar is under control. Based on the readings of the past few weeks, I felt it was so I said okay.
Maybe it's because I take shots all the time. But I hardly felt the needle when it went in.
Donated blood, hopefully saved some lives. Someone there said I was a "hero". No, I answered, soldiers and firefighters are heroes.
"Sure you are" she said. "You just saved three lives".
Thanks for the compliment. But I still don't quite fit the hero tag I think.
Was over at Best Buy today when the local blood bank was doing a blood drive. They asked me to donate. I said no as I didn't think they would take any from me on account of the diabetes. They said it would be okay as long as my sugar is under control. Based on the readings of the past few weeks, I felt it was so I said okay.
Maybe it's because I take shots all the time. But I hardly felt the needle when it went in.
Donated blood, hopefully saved some lives. Someone there said I was a "hero". No, I answered, soldiers and firefighters are heroes.
"Sure you are" she said. "You just saved three lives".
Thanks for the compliment. But I still don't quite fit the hero tag I think.
Saturday, March 29, 2008
Think Tank 2
At work on Saturday morning. Reading Ultimate Hitchhikers Guide in between calls. Everyone should read Ultimate Hitchhikers Guide at least once in their lifetimes. But it should especially be read by those who work in the corporate world.
To paraphrase Chris Rock, there's white people and there's rednecks. And rednecks have got to go!
Go to Wal-Mart. Get mad when your check or credit card gets turned down and you can't purchase a shitload of stuff you didn't really need to begin with. So you get angry. But instead of asking to talk to a manager you decide uh-uh. You're like Howard Beale. So you wait until the salesman that declined you comes out of the store and walks to his car. When he gets there, you walks over and whack him over the head with a bottle of Budweiser. He goes down. Hit him again and again with the now busted bottle. Hit him again, the critter ain't dead! Leave him lying there in a pool of blood and beer and hop in your car with the confederate flag bumper sticker and take off. Heaven help anyone who gets in the way of the mindless redneck consumer.
No, not all southerners are rednecks, just as not all rednecks come from the south.
With apologies to Dr. Suess
George W. Bush will you please go now
The time has come. The time has come.
The time is now.
Just go.
Go. Go!
I don't care how.
You can go by foot.
You can go by cow.
George W. Bush will you please go now!
You can go on skates.
You can go on skis.
You can go in a hat.
But Please go. Please!
I don't care.
You can go
By bike. You can go
On a Zike-Bike
If you like.
If you like You can go
In an old blue shoe.
Just go, go, GO!
Please do, do, do, DO!
George W. Bush
I don't care how.
George W. Bush Will you please
GO NOW!
You can go on stilts.
You can go by fish.
You can go in a Crunk-Car
If you wish.
If you wish You may go
By lion's tale.
Or stamp yourself And go by mail.
George W. Bush Don't you know
The time has come
To go, go, GO!
Get on your way!
Please George W!
You might like going in a Zumble-Zay.
You can go by balloon . . .
Or broomstick.
Or You can go by camel
In a bureau drawer.
You can go by bumble-boat. . . or jet.
I don't care how you go.
Just get!
George W. Bush!
I don't care how.
George W. Bush
Will you please GO NOW!
I said GO
And GO I meant . . .
The time had come
So . . .
George WENT."
At work on Saturday morning. Reading Ultimate Hitchhikers Guide in between calls. Everyone should read Ultimate Hitchhikers Guide at least once in their lifetimes. But it should especially be read by those who work in the corporate world.
To paraphrase Chris Rock, there's white people and there's rednecks. And rednecks have got to go!
Go to Wal-Mart. Get mad when your check or credit card gets turned down and you can't purchase a shitload of stuff you didn't really need to begin with. So you get angry. But instead of asking to talk to a manager you decide uh-uh. You're like Howard Beale. So you wait until the salesman that declined you comes out of the store and walks to his car. When he gets there, you walks over and whack him over the head with a bottle of Budweiser. He goes down. Hit him again and again with the now busted bottle. Hit him again, the critter ain't dead! Leave him lying there in a pool of blood and beer and hop in your car with the confederate flag bumper sticker and take off. Heaven help anyone who gets in the way of the mindless redneck consumer.
No, not all southerners are rednecks, just as not all rednecks come from the south.
With apologies to Dr. Suess
George W. Bush will you please go now
The time has come. The time has come.
The time is now.
Just go.
Go. Go!
I don't care how.
You can go by foot.
You can go by cow.
George W. Bush will you please go now!
You can go on skates.
You can go on skis.
You can go in a hat.
But Please go. Please!
I don't care.
You can go
By bike. You can go
On a Zike-Bike
If you like.
If you like You can go
In an old blue shoe.
Just go, go, GO!
Please do, do, do, DO!
George W. Bush
I don't care how.
George W. Bush Will you please
GO NOW!
You can go on stilts.
You can go by fish.
You can go in a Crunk-Car
If you wish.
If you wish You may go
By lion's tale.
Or stamp yourself And go by mail.
George W. Bush Don't you know
The time has come
To go, go, GO!
Get on your way!
Please George W!
You might like going in a Zumble-Zay.
You can go by balloon . . .
Or broomstick.
Or You can go by camel
In a bureau drawer.
You can go by bumble-boat. . . or jet.
I don't care how you go.
Just get!
George W. Bush!
I don't care how.
George W. Bush
Will you please GO NOW!
I said GO
And GO I meant . . .
The time had come
So . . .
George WENT."
Sunday, March 16, 2008
Think Tank
Was sitting at work on a slow Saturday morning a few weeks ago, making my way through Hunter Thompson's classic book The Great Shark Hunt.
There was a time when I could have seen myself doing career-wise the type of journalism that Thompson did. Without ingesting all the LSD of course!
"Then came the hurdy gurdy man, singing songs of life"
I miss Cece
Is it possible to hate a job. But still be grateful you have it?
Dreamed one night that aliens were attacking the Sawgrass Mills Mall!
You know how at scenes of car accidents, there are always "onlooker delays". So many people seem to love to stop and watch pain and suffering. If they really love to stop and watch pain and suffering, why not give them a ticket to some war zone where they can REALLY watch pain and suffering?
Like the late journalist I.F Stone, I loved learning. But I hated school.
Learning is a great thing. But school far too often gets in the way.
Was sitting at work on a slow Saturday morning a few weeks ago, making my way through Hunter Thompson's classic book The Great Shark Hunt.
There was a time when I could have seen myself doing career-wise the type of journalism that Thompson did. Without ingesting all the LSD of course!
"Then came the hurdy gurdy man, singing songs of life"
I miss Cece
Is it possible to hate a job. But still be grateful you have it?
Dreamed one night that aliens were attacking the Sawgrass Mills Mall!
You know how at scenes of car accidents, there are always "onlooker delays". So many people seem to love to stop and watch pain and suffering. If they really love to stop and watch pain and suffering, why not give them a ticket to some war zone where they can REALLY watch pain and suffering?
Like the late journalist I.F Stone, I loved learning. But I hated school.
Learning is a great thing. But school far too often gets in the way.
