This one comes in the form of a joke, actually.
A tourist in Mexico goes into a restaurant and has a seat. After scanning the menu, he asks the waiter, "Excuse me, waiter, what are ... coh-jones?"
"Ah, senor," says the waiter, "the cajones ... 'cah-ho-ness' ... those are the, how you say, the bull balls?"
"'Bull balls?'" The tourist replies.
"Si. Here in Mexico, we have the bullfights. And when the bullfighter defeats the bull, it is tradition to not let the parts of the bull go to waste. We use the skin, the horns, the meat ... everything becomes something. And we take the cajones, we cook them with a little seasoning, we make the most delicious meal in Mexican cuisine."
"Well, hell," says the tourist, "I want to try that out."
So the waiter brings out a plate of two or the most massive, bulbous globes of meat, served with garnish and smelling incredible. The tourist digs in, and he's blown away by how awesome the dish tastes. It's so good, in fact, that he has to restrain himself from licking the plate.
That night, the tourist is obsessed; that meal was incredible. He stays awake all night, waiting for the time when the restaurant will open and he can try another helping.
The next morning, the tourist bounds into the restaurant, where he sees his waiter from the day before. "Waiter," he says, "I'd like to order another plate of cojones."
The waiter obliges, "Si, si, senor, it was delicious, was it not? Another plate coming up!"
The waiter brings out the plate, only this time the dish is a paltry meal, with two pebble shaped pieces of gristle sitting on a bed of lettuce."
"Waiter," the tourist asks, "Why were the cojones yesterday so big, and today they are really small?"
"Well, senor," the waiter responds, "Sometimes the bull, he win."
Wednesday, February 28, 2007
Quotes to Live By
Sunday, February 25, 2007
[NBA] DET 95 - CHI 93
There was a magnificent sequence in the first quarter that only hinted at the snug defensive display that the game ended up being.
Tayshaun Prince is still more underrated by the league than I think the announcers want to accept. But I am warming up to Webber, 'cause he finally seems to be stepping up his game since coming to Detroit (popping the game winning clutch shot to stave off OT didn't hurt either).
The announcers let slip that Rasheed Wallace has 50 technicals, which gets a question mark AND an exclamation point. Okay, he's got 50 T's, why does Detroit still let him get a check with six zeroes?
One thing I was afraid of, listening to the Detroit fans boo their once-golden child Big Ben, was that the Detroit team would pussy up on him, being that they're all buddy-buddy (like Barkley did with Jordan that year that Phoenix shoulda won the title), but that wasn't the case.
I wish I gave two shits more about CLE/MIA, but Dwayne Wade's injured, making Miami a one-man team again (and I one thing I hate as much as one-man teams are two-man teams, for just that reason ... looking at you, Kobe-Shaq Lakers, Iverson-Webbber 76ers, Jordan-Pippen Bulls). And LeBron keeps seeming to me like the most flaccid hyped player in NBA history. Well, Shawn Kemp. Oh, and Len Bias, but I guess he had a reason for his flaccidity ... well, rigidity, if you wanna be technical.
no title
I think I might consolidate some label links over there on the right. Just bunch some stuff together, not remove anything. Like, put "Movies" and "TV" into one spot ("Movies & TV" sounds good). "Sports" and "The Wrestling" are good to stay seperate, I do believe. "Books" and "Comics" could probably go together, as well.
Anyway, I might do that, unless anyone objects. If so, let me know.
Kirk out.
Saturday, February 24, 2007
Don't know if you guys saw the latest TOS dispatch
The mayor put up a state of the union address, leading some to question: How does one define "tons of folks?"
Keep us updated!
Holy shit
If you thought Wikipedia was bad...
check out Conservapedia. From homeschooled kids who decided that Wikipedia's librul bius was just too much...
You know what, I don't even have the energy. Fuck these knuckledragging, mouthbreathing, Republican-voting, anti-intellectual hydroencephalic superstars.
Friday, February 23, 2007
Wednesday, February 21, 2007
I wrote a letter to Game Informer Magazine
Not being able to sleep is a bitch. That being said, let's get on with it.
*Note: Definitely read issue 167 (issue with Darth Vader on the cover), or much of this stuff won't make much sense. It's some pretty doggone fine reporting, for two pages.
To: deargi@gameinformer.com
Re: Regarding "A Continuing Controversy"
I just got my copy of issue 167, and rather than go on about the whole "banning games vs. freedom of speech" debate (which I'm sure you'll get quite enough of), I'm compelled to commend you guys on a superbly impartial bit of reporting there.
It's refreshing to read that article, especially in these days of internet "journalism" (i.e. the days of "uber," "leet," and "woot," whatever the hell those things mean) and kneejerk partisan pandering on issues. Danny Ledonne's Columbine tragedy-based game spent probably twenty seconds, if that, on the drawing board before someone must have said to themselves, "Oh crap, this'll get us some notice." Positive, negative, both - who knows? But I'm convinced if he's intelligent enough to program a videogame, he's smart enough to see at least that far into the future.
And independent production of entertainment hasn't been as fun as it used to be, here lately. The "Hounddog" controversy at the Sundance Film Festival1 - Slamdance's distant cousin - probably did more to hurt this game than the content. From the article, I'm left with a sense that, following all of the "Hounddog" press, Peter Baxter saw fit to pull the Columbine tragedy RPG to avoid exactly what they couldn't afford. However, for Ledonne, that was perhaps a case of unexpected bad timing; kinda like making fun of your friend's Uncle Angus with the limp, only to find out after the joke that Uncle Angus died a few days ago with tuberculosis.
I read the cover again, after reading the article. "INDIE GAME DEVELOPMENT FINDS A CHAMPION" - but I was left with a feeling of who the "champion" was supposed to be. Leddone? Slamdance? Baxter? But I read the article several times, because I was impressed with the report of the facts and the quotes from the parties involved, and I was especially impressed with the fact that there were no clear answers after the article.2 And that's how I think reporting should be. And again I send kudos for you guys taking a neutral stance in what must no doubt have been a hard line to tow, being a staff of perhaps some of the hardest of hardcore gamers. Good job.
[name]
[city, state]
1"Hounddog" is a film that premiered at the Sundance Film Festival, which featured 12yo Dakota Fanning in a scene where her character is raped. Imagine how the press treated that ... now, do that same exercise again and try to avoid any judgments reeking of pedophilia ... much harder the second time around, eh? And I want to go on record as saying that I'm enamored with the British Proper way of spelling it "paedophilia."
2I'm a dumbass, because the cover title actually alludes to a story about Gamecock, an independent game developer which garners a four page article ... and a piece of reporting that is just as good. The cover even refers to the Gamecock story, upon closer inspection ... it just looked like the "INDIE GAME ..." reference and the story it referred to might have been two completely unrelated topics. But I didn't catch that until after I sent my email. Lesson is: Reading for comprehension is fun & profitable! "The More You Know ..."
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
On Britney's Hair
When I was an undergraduate....
we had the head of Eastman Chemical's public relations department come to talk to my PR Principles class. He was our PRSSA sponsor and was a pretty ok guy. The only thing I remember about his speech was his line that "It isn't about column inches. If I wanted column inches I would dust Green Acres with an inch of potash every morning."
Britney Spears's publicist has a different philosophy.
As I fight the flu....
I feel led to drop a random thoughts-style update
I joined an elite club this week. I now belong to the group of professors who have been hit on by their students. This overture came from a former student via a social-networking website. She initially wanted to talk history over coffee (no problem there) but the ante kept being upped with a phone number (her's, not mine) and an invitation for the weekend. Only when I dropped a slick reference to my beautiful girlfriend did the truth come out. I think she feels about 3 feet tall.
Children of Men is a badass movie. I think that apocalyptic movies are a sign of discontent in society. Look at the 1970s. You have the aftermath turbulent 1960s, Vietnam, the crisis of Watergate, and a growing environmental alarmism. As a result, you get Charlton Heston's end-of-the-world trilogy (Planet of the Apes, Soylent Green, and Omega Man). The optimism of the 1980s and 1990s have now been replaced in the post-9/11, Iraq war-influenced world.
Finger Eleven is probably the next in a long line of crappy rock bands. They could easily be the heir to Nickleback's shitty, no-talent product and all of its entitlements (i.e. endless radio airplay). Finger Eleven's new song Paralyzer, however, is pretty good.
Its been a terrible season for SGM's officially-endorsed English football team West Ham United. With 11 games to go they are in the drop-zone 5 points from safety. They have more talent than a lot of larger clubs, but can't play well together. It is a comedy of errors.
The Daytona 500 would be much cooler if all of the cars crossed the finish line on their roofs and on fire.
My video game playing has declined to almost zero. I started a new manager mode on FIFA 07 with a British League Two team. I have wanted to rent either the Marvel of DC games, but have yet to. If y'all can recommend one over the other, hit me up in the comments section (since I can't go back to work until Friday).
Monday, February 19, 2007
Mike Awesome, dead
Now, comedians, commence your dying so that Hennig Memorial Tourney v3.0 can start formulating in my oppress'd brain.
"Where you been?" (An update of sorts)
Ya'll been missin' me. I know you do. What've I been up to lately? Glad you asked; part of it involves spending money ...
When the new issue of Fangoria comes out, it has a feature on the new film, "Grindhouse," from Rodriguez & Tarantino. That could be why I couldn't get my hands on it at my local comic shop.
I've been elbow deep in games, computer utilities, and other assorted monkeyshines, part of which has been Hero Machine, and seriously, one day in the future I'm going to declare a superhero war amongst us, for who can create the most wacked-out superhero, to represent SGM in all its glory. For now, I'm developing bio pages (like the old Official Handbook of the Marvel Universe manuals) for some of my recent creations, like Bitchcakes, Two Ton Dumbass, and Shaolin Tongue, so be on the lookout for the pdf's of those in the near future.
I bought some videogames yesterday, and probably spent way too much, seeing as how they're PC games - "Heroes Of Might & Magic IV," "Bricks of Egypt," and "Diner Dash" (for the spouse). I still have "Age of Mythology" that I need to get to, as well.
Of course, I'm currently working on March's pod(cast), as well. I actually had to set myself a date to have this done, so that I could focus on getting it done in a timely matter (goals are important, everyone). But I've already picked out a title - "On Snakes, Arrogance & Blindfolds" - so some folks will be able to figure out what date this bad boy will be hitting the streets. (If you figure it out, shhh: leave the fun of figuring it out for the others.)
Found several links that might be hitting a new section on the blogsite - "SGM References & Resources" - in the near future. First, "46 Free Utilities" (check out the best free software suite, where I picked up a swank photo editor called "The Gimp" ... that, plus my "4000 Fonts" and "1000 Best Fonts" packages should make for some nice banners & backgrounds in the future). Also on the horizon would be "101 Free Games On The Web", courtesy of Games For Windows Magazine (although for some reason it only loads up sporadically, for me anyway). Then, I stumbled upon Free Woodworking Plans, and seeing as how I got a new house, the opportunity for projects has opened wide. So expect some link expansion in the near future. (Oh, and I need to change the Deep Discount DVD address in the pull-down menu to the proper Deep Discount only site ... that damn place sells books now, so I'm just going to send them all my future paychecks from now on.)
(Granted, to avoid making those the equivalent of a storage space for My Favorites, please feel free to add or suggest links that can go in any of the categories, or to suggest a method by which to declutter the categories as they are.)
Just two more games, and my personal PS2 collection will be done! "God Of War II" and "Metal Slug Anthology" (which I've had on pre-order since December 2006 w/ Overstock). Next stupid collection goal: The Video Nasties; horror & exploitation films that were pulled from video store shelves in Great Britain in the early '80s (got this great book - "Shock! Horror! Astounding Artwork From The Video Nasty Era"). But for some reason, I can't get past this feeling like I need to get a compound microscope ... maybe I'm watching too many episodes of CSI. Definitely on the horizon, though, will be a nine-ring Wu Tang broadsword ... if I can find a place that will sell one.
Josh, I hadn't forgotten about getting up with you online about the FTP stuff ... just got insanely sick this past week (probably from a med change, more than anything). Rest assured that at some point in the future, we'll meet up online & hammer out some stuff.
Speaking of meeting, what's the possibility that at some point in the near future we can all meet up for a lunch, a la the ol' Summits (which were actually one thing I did enjoy about That Other SiteTM, in its prime)? That's all four of us - Ron, Rev, Willis, myself. Grady will make it, in spirit.
Um, I think that's all from me, for now. Damn, reading back over all this, I apologize for the rambling; I just hadn't been on here in a while, and I guess I had a lot more stuff in my head than I thought. Gotta run now and get band-aids and tape, and swing by the local EB, maybe the bookstore too. So, holla back, playas.
Sunday, February 18, 2007
Best story ever.
Seriously.
"Terrorism charges brought Friday against the administrator of a loan investment program claimed that he secretly tried to send $152,000 to the Middle East to buy equipment such as night vision goggles for a terrorist training camp in Afghanistan.
Abdul Tawala Ibn Ali Alishtari, 53, of Ardsley, N.Y., pleaded not guilty in U.S. District Court in Manhattan to an indictment accusing him of terrorism financing, material support of terrorism and other charges...CBS News has confirmed that Alishtari is a donor to the..."
"Republican Party, as he claims on his curriculum vitae. Alishtari gave $15,500 to the National Republican Campaign Committee between 2002 and 2004, according to Federal Election Commission records."
Friday, February 16, 2007
Thursday, February 15, 2007
Tennessee Trash, messin' up the highways...
Tennessee Trash, messin' up the...legislature?
Rep. Stacey Campfield, Tennessee House Representative from the 18th district (Knox County), introduced legislation to require that abortions have death certificates. Or alternately, that women have a memento of the hardest decision they'll probably ever make. Oh, and to make that decision a matter of public record.
I'm wondering if this will also apply to miscarriages. What about the genocide that is masturbation? Personally, I don't have the time to fill out the paperwork. And to ask the question that George Carlin would ask, will this lead to requiring gestating fetii being counted in the census?
This is just rank intimidation and garbage like this just encourages unfortunately unaborted-fetii like cockrag abortion clinic bomber Eric Rudolph.
What a fuckin' douchebag.
Oh my
Words don't do this video justice
Watch this video. There are so many things wrong with this commercial that I can't even begin to list them. Boo Coo Minivans??? Luxury! Luxury! Luxury!??? Then there is the cast of characters at the end. I'm especially impressed with the girth of Rockin Reggie.
Tuesday, February 13, 2007
Celebrating birthdays today are ...
Tennessee Ernie Ford
Peter Tork (of the Monkees)
Jerry Springer
Peter Gabriel
Oliver Reed
David Naughton (of "American Werewolf in London")
Henry Rollins
Robbie Williams
Akio Sato (pro wrestler)
... and SGM's own, Will! So big ups, homeboy!
All above information made available from Wikipedia, except for Will's birthday, made available by his own bad ass self. Offer void where prohibited.
Quick hits
Greatest work of art ever. Seriously.
Dug the podcast. It is now archived on the Audio page at the SGM Multimedia Empire. Two questions: what's the track that's supposed to get us laid? And did Squirrel Nut Zippers cut Tom Waits a check? 'Cause I think the music to "Hell" was pretty much the same as what's on that podcast.
Speaking of the SGM Multimedia Empire, I was deeply saddened to find that the random image PHP script I use for the backgrounds on that site works far better in IE than it does in Firefox. You can, in Firefox, hit Ctrl+F5 to force a reload and actually see new backgrounds and headers on the reload. I really want to fix that so we can use the random images here.
I didn't get to see Ron's academic hotties because either the video player on Fox Noise doesn't like outside links or they already removed the video.
From a distance, I though Doc Ock's claw was Johnny 5 from Short Circuit's head. Also, even up close the pic from Sin City looks like George C. Scott.
I finally became desensitized to Chris Farley's dead, bloated corpse and the whateverthefuck it is coming out of his mouth/nose. Next up, Tupac's autopsy pic!
The greatest work of art ever.
View it in all its' illustrious glory:
A picture of a picture of a picture of my desktop. Absolutely fucking brilliant. Fuck all the haters.
Sunday, February 11, 2007
Hell of a week that was ....
Herein lies some inappropriate humor, self-serving promotion, and some retail discussion that warrants your attention.
1) I hate that Anna Nicole Smith died, 'cause now I have to stop using this joke:
"I heard Anna Nicole Smith had recently bought out Big Lots, Piggly Wiggly, and the Harris Teeter line of grocery stores. She's talking about developing a supercenter line of stores, though, called Big Wiggly Teeters."
Now I have to use this joke:
"Before she died, I heard ...."
2) Did you know James Brown still hasn't been buried? Oh yeah, Google that one.
3) The Deep Discount DVD & Deep Discount CD company this week added books to the mix, then dropped the shit & just started going by Deep Discount. It's part of the government's plan to make sure I don't have any money.
4) I got some cool shit in the mail this week, namely a movie score based "Best of Nightmare on Elm Street" and Big Daddy Kane's "Look's Like a Job For ..." album.
5) Oh, and the pod(cast) for February got posted up. Don't sleep.
6) A Sci Fi Channel original Pumpkinhead sequel premiered on Sci Fi last night. Didn't watch it all, as I had taken some medicine and was flat on my back 30 minutes in. Looked okay, though. On the flip side, if you got a spare $5.99 or so laying around, order up "John Carpenter Presents Body Bags" from the aforementioned Deep Discount. A pleasant little horror anthology that will hit you where it counts, but as much as I like the first shocker, "The Gas Station," since the other two stories focused on body parts ("Hair" and "The Eye"), the rotation would have been more complete if the first story was body part related as well.
7) Rob Van Dam is soon to be the next addition to the TNA roster. Mark my words ...
8) That Other SiteTM is still the only place to give that giant Mongoloid boxer his press props. And Tom Bettini is still denied status as a notable Kingsport resident.
9) This week in new releases:
Comics
(from Diamond Comics)
DC: 52 #41
DC: Justice Society Of America #3
DC: Superman/Batman vs. Aliens/Predators #2 (of 2)
Marvel: Ghost Rider #8
Other: Army of Darkness vs. Darkman #3 (of 4)
DVD
(from DVD Talk)
The Butcher Boy
Deadly Weapons/ Double Agent 73
Departed
Fuck (... no, I'm not kidding)
CD
(from All Music Guide)
Shitloads of nothing
Video Games
Again, shitloads of nothing, unless you have a PSP
10) I do a day group at my local clinic - I keep saying "group" even though it's whittled itself down to one guy - and I've been promising to make good on this outing to the local movie theater. First he wanted to see "Code Name: The Cleaner" w/ Cedric the Entertainer (I call into question his surname), but apparently no one wanted to see this almost as much as I didn't/don't want to see it. So it died a quiet death.
Then he wanted to see "Freedom Writers." And Hillary Swank will forever be linked in my head as "that chick that played a dude." And I don't care how big her titties may get, or if she starts flashing vadge in public, I'm going to peg her for a he-she.
Well, I promised him, after all these reschedulings - due to goddamn accreditation audits all through the month of Rape - that I was guarandamnteeing him that we'd see a fucking movie this week. He picked "Norbit."
The funniest part of that film better not be the part where dude asks Eddie-Murphy-as-a-fat-chick if she's wearing a bikini bottom, 'cause it don't look like she is, and she hefts up her fat to show & prove. 'Cause I've now already seen that, and I have nothing left to look forward to.
Unless I look at the abstract humor of a movie where Eddie Murphy is chasing Eddie Murphy so that Eddie Murphy can fuck Eddie Murphy. I hate goddamn movies.
Saturday, February 10, 2007
The February 2007 Pod(cast)
The RIAA-safe breakdown follows below.
0:00 - 3:20: Boris Karloff plays
"Brain, Brain, Who Gots the Brain?" but
he should play "Metroid."
3:20 - 6:42: RA The Rugged Man is really an MC you must not sleep on.
6:42 - 10:05: This is the life, the life, the life ...
10:05 - 11:15: I made this one with my street people in mind; if you can't get laid to this song, you couldn't get laid in a whorehouse with a fistful of fifties.
11:15 - 14:10: I first heard MOP hook up this track called "Here Today, Gone Tomorrow," and it's pretty cool what Bumpy Knuckles does with his hands on the beat.
14:10 - 17:38: I extended out the first part a little bit, 'cause I love that intro into the song, plus it's an old-school track that's slicker than movie popcorn butter.
17:38 - 18:55: I played this loop out 'cause I had something in mind for it, but then it didn't work like I thought it would, so I still wanted to do something with it. Blacula's comin' to get'cha!
18:55 - 21:34: Early Tom Waits for that ass. Funny how a lot of his early music sounded like pirate shanties.
21:34 - 25:58: Everlast & The Lordz take a last ride to Gravesend.
25:58 - 29:24: "Time was angry with the old gunfighter. When he pulled a hair slower than the young desperado in Hitchcock, TX, he started taking account of all the children he’d orphaned and all the women he’d widowed. It was all catching up to him, when he’d wake up those mornings and his body howled like the coyote winds, and his bones grinded together like stone to flint. He had almost hoped that he would've lost this challenge today. Victory or defeat, he promised himself this would be his last. After a solemn pause of respect for his fallen opponent,he spoke."
29:24 - 29:34: See you in 30!
Look! Its some of my students and friends!
I know the link is to Fox News....
but it is for the Playboy Super Bowl Party in Miami. They have a couple of guys here at school who are "Playboy campus reps" who promote parties and stuff. They bused 50-some girls to this party. At 1:09 to go, the girl in the green and white striped dress was in Senate with me. At 1:07 the blonde on your left (tanner girl, looking at the camera) is one of my students who I have written a letter of rec for law school for.
Video!
Thursday, February 08, 2007
Three new books on zombies
I haven't read them....
but they are discussed here http://www.reason.com/news/show/118315.html
Wednesday, February 07, 2007
Tuesday, February 06, 2007
How fair is this?
I got this idea when I was watching Raw last night.
It's a shame that those Adult Swim dumbasses are getting the legal fistfucking, because their little Lite Brite stunt made the greater Boston area almost shut down, with commuters believing they were viewing a "terrorist threat."
But how come the Truth anti-smoking shitheads can get away with their body parts in the trash can commercial?
Sunday, February 04, 2007
Ah, goddammit.
Peyton Manning wins...the big one? Peyton Manning? The big one? Wins? What the fuck?
You know what, though? I'm gonna keep right on hatin' on that potato-headed motherfucker. Cause that's what I do.
Seriously, has anyone had an easier run to the championship? Kansas City? Larry Johnson is the only threat the Chiefs have and he'd already set the single-season record for rushing attempts; the Colts stacked the line and that was it for KC. Baltimore? Steve McNair is old and broken down and every time Jamal Lewis sees a bunch of big dudes standing in front of him he remembers prison and his butthole hurts and he just wants to go to his happy place and his happy place ain't the end zone. New England? They've got an old, slow defense (featuring a stroke victim!), no offensive line, and wide receivers that would have to fight to make a Canadian league roster. Chicago? Rex Grossman. Fuck Peyton and fuck Tony Dungy and his "football the way the Lord meant it to be played" bullshit. GOD DOESN'T CARE ABOUT FOOTBALL. Eat a dick.
AH GOD MY EYES
Seriously...my...oh god...what is that coming out of his mouth??? Save me Jesus.
Oh, the humanity.
Saturday, February 03, 2007
You know, I really do think I'm feeling less hostile today
"Nobody tells this Wookiee what to do," "Chewie" from the "Star Wars" movies said before slamming his head into the guide’s forehead, the Los Angeles Times newspaper reported. [more]
Something a bit more positive...
I can't help but notice and reflect on my increasingly shitty attitude in the recent days passed. Instead of posting some negative pissy garbage & turning this into That Other SiteTM v2.0, I'll go in a bit of a different direction.
I approached my supervisor at the clinic this week about the development of a 3-on-3 clinic-based basketball league.
One of our adjunct programs, called the Recovery Center, runs a 4-day weekly program. The guys constantly complain about having nothing really to do, since a lot of the outings that are geared toward building attention to budgeting are mostly shopping in local stores. Well, the guys in the program really aren't that big into shopping.
Now, for Thursday's exercise days, you can't keep some of them off the ball court at the local Civic Center. And a few weeks back, those mugs almost laid me out, playing some tenacious defense that I hadn't seen in a long time.
Of course this got me thinking ... well, this, and the Washington/Detroit game later that week. Why not have a season-based league for these guys? It would give them something to do that is unique to them, something to look forward to every week, and it would make them a part of something that could one day become huge.
We - my colleagues - began bouncing around ideas. Staff could participate, and clients in other programs at the main clinic (but not the Recovery Center) could get involved. Male, female ... it wouldn't matter.
Plus, encouraging involvement in some of the clients is a hassle; some only want to attend one day a week. If they want to be a part of this program, they'd at least have to come two days - one for their treatment days (psychosocial rehabilitation is the main direction), and one for their basketball games/practices.
The more we talked about this at our staff meeting last Friday, the more we all got really excited about it. We have this shitty audit team coming in this month so the clinic get our accreditation for the next three years. After that, we're going full bore into the basktetball program. We even talked about getting a plaque (what I call "those employee of the year plaques") where you can add a plate on it each year with the name of a team or names of players (protecting the privacy of the clients participating in the program would have to be considered) who won that year's tournament.
I'm pretty stoked about the possibility that this presents. As we do more, I'll probably post the updates that I can here. In the wake of all the stupid stuff that's been going on in the world, this has been something that's kept me pretty motivated lately.
Ahhhh ... that felt good. Thanks for letting me share. I feel so close to you guys right now. </ghey>
Thursday, February 01, 2007
Aqua Te...rrorists? Holy Fuck!
Five years of ratcheting up the rhetoric over ter'ists and we've got pants-shittingly terrified hydroencephalii overreacting to LED renditions of Ignignokt and Err in Boston.
It never occurred to me that we, as a country, would have to take the fears of paranoid pussies into account before we do anything. Look at this goddamned picture:
What kind of addle-brained cunt thinks that's a bomb (and that picture is after the battery cover has been removed)? What kind of psychosis do you have to be under? It would be far more conductive to the mental health of our society to lock up the fucker that called the police, rather than two employees of the advertising agency that created the promotion. And the mayor of Boston should be run right the fuck out of town for bitching out over this."It is outrageous, in a post 9/11 world, that a company would use this type of marketing scheme," Mayor Thomas Menino said. "I am prepared to take any and all legal action against Turner Broadcasting and its affiliates for any and all expenses incurred during the response to today's incidents."
What? Overreact much, you fucking dolt? He also threatened to petition the FCC to have the Cartoon Network's license revoked. What a fucking tool. Give it up, folks. If this is how we handle ourselves over blinking electronics, the terrorists have damn well already won.
