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May 27, 2007

Junk Posts

I know that this post is probably a waste of time because I strongly doubt there is any real person doing this, but if there is let this post be information to you. Posting advertisements on this blog won't work. I read every single one of my posts carefully and if you're trying to sell something or get me or my readers to go to your website in order to try to sell them something there it won't work. Let me explain to you how this works. You post your advertisement, I get an email stating that someone has replied to one of my blogs, I read your reply and one of two things happens. I either approve the post and add it to my blog or I hit the "Junk" button and off your reply goes into the ether that is cyberspace. It's that simple. You're not going to sneak one by me, you're not going to fool me into thinking your reply is something that its not. Your attempt to spam my readers is going to disapear.

So in case you missed the point of this blog, here it is in simple terms. I'm not interested in your free trip to Moscow, I don't own a home so I'm not going to refinance it at your extrodinary rates, I truly don't belive that you're giving away a free 60" plasma just by clicking on your link, I don't give a damn about little Timmy the one eyed orphin with Black Lung or his charity pledge drive to raise money for a colonoscopy, and I'm perfectly happy with the size of my penis. Therefore, I'm not interested in your advertisements, nor are my readers.

May 12, 2007

Driving

People amaze me when they drive. A vast majority of my job involves driving so I spend a lot of time observing other people and how they behave in their cars. Most people are like I am, eyes on the road, checking mirrors every so often, and generally not doing anything more than just getting where they need to be. But there is that percentage of people on the road that seem to be doing everything but driving. Oh sure, they are behind the wheel and their foot is on the gas but in actuality they are just steering a one ton missile down the road hoping not to bounce off anything too hard. These are the people who are talking on their cell phones, reading, putting on make-up, doing their hair, eating, whatever. Don't get me wrong, there are plenty of people out there that can do one or more of these things and still drive like a human being. Most however can't. They glide from one side of their lane to the other, change speeds randomly, make wild last second turns without using their signal, and generally make life on the road for us sane people hectic. You can always tell who these drivers are too, they are the ones who are missing a hub cap, have rub marks all over their tires, dents in their bumper, or a mirror hanging off. Battle scars from previous recklessness.
Truth be told though, I can deal with these people. Like I said, you can see them coming and as long as you keep an eye on them and stay out their way you're really not in that much danger. Oh sure, some jackass may do something totally random that you can't avoid and you may get hit, and sure its going to make you madder than a hair-lip at a spelling bee, but unfortunately thus is life. The ones that really drive me crazy (pun) are the people who really have no business on the road. These are the old folks who are driving 45 in the 65 zone, ten white knuckles on the wheel, barely looking over the dash board, a look of abject terror on their face. I understand that you have to get someplace and when you live in a highly rural area like most of us do public transportation isn't always an option. But for the sake of all our sanity, stay off the highway. I shouldn't just pick on the oldsters, there are plenty of people of all ages that fall under this category. I pass them almost every day on my commute. I always think to myself "they can't be paying any attention to their speed, the posted signs, or their mirrors otherwise they would realize whats going on around them and pull over." Either that or they just don't give a damn. You can't even use rude hand gestures on these people because they are so focused on that invisible spot 10 feet in front of their car that they wouldn't notice you anyway, and that just takes all the fun out of it. I've even considered pulling a little NASCAR action on them and tapping them into the wall (not really, seriously) but the land yachts they drive would just absorb the impact and send you flying. There's really no solution.

May 08, 2007

Something humerous

My son turned one on Friday. My wife and I planned a birthday party for him for Saturday because it was just more convienient for everyone who we wanted to attend. We planned it for weeks, got everything together, made dozens of phone calls, and told everyone that we were going to have it at the park in downtown Gridley. About four days prior to the party we came to the relization that Saturday was Cinco de Mayo and that the park would be filled with a vast array of drunken retards so we decided to have it at my parents house instead. The party turned out great, everyone had a great time, the food was wonderful (thank you Jordan for providing the oink and cluck) and our son got lots of wonderful gifts.

One of the gifts he got, this one from his grandpa Barley, is an inflatable gym. The thing is rather large and took me about five head rushes to blow up. After spending an hour feeling like Snoop Dogg I finally got the thing inflated and noticed that it, like every other chlidrens item now, has a huge warning label on the side stating what every person with half a brain should already know. Suddenly it struck me that the warning has changed from previous ones I've seen. No longer does it say "Use only under adult supervision" now it states "Use only under competent supervision." I started looking at my sons other toys and they all say that. For some reason it struck me funny as hell and every time I walked past one of his toys a little part of me would laugh. Guess someone finally realized that just because you are an "adult" does not mean that you are exactly "competent." Well, duh!