Scary Gary...
Go...Read...Be entertained.
TBG- ΜΟΛΩΝ ΛΑΒE
Monday, December 14, 2009
Good Stuff - Scary Gary
Semi-Constant Reader DH turned me on to a new entry in my RSS feed...
Scary Gary...
Go...Read...Be entertained.
TBG- ΜΟΛΩΝ ΛΑΒE
Scary Gary...
Go...Read...Be entertained.
TBG- ΜΟΛΩΝ ΛΑΒE
Sunday, December 13, 2009
Graffiti?
TBG - ΜΟΛΩΝ ΛΑΒΕ
Saturday, December 12, 2009
Another Valet TWSS
Still hanging out at the valet desk at the Delta Suites in Vancouver (waiting for my laundry to get back).
Two older women discussing the merits of SUVs as they wait for a taxi.
"My daughter's husband has a big one. She hates it."
I almost blew a gasket trying to keep from laughing...
TBG - ΜΟΛΩΝ ΛΑΒΕ
Two older women discussing the merits of SUVs as they wait for a taxi.
"My daughter's husband has a big one. She hates it."
I almost blew a gasket trying to keep from laughing...
TBG - ΜΟΛΩΝ ΛΑΒΕ
Valet TWSS
As I walked into the hotel this morning a rather stodgy woman was talking to Daniel the Bellman...
"...I remember that I had a short one once." she said.
TBG:(sotto voce) "That's what she said."
Daniel looked at me and grinned.
She look back at me - "Pardon?" she said, clearly expecting an answer.
TBG: "I was telling Daniel that I found the Sea Shed."
Stodgy Woman: "Oh. Seafood. I don't like that."
TBG: (thinking) "I'll bet you don't."
TBG - ΜΟΛΩΝ ΛΑΒΕ
"...I remember that I had a short one once." she said.
TBG:(sotto voce) "That's what she said."
Daniel looked at me and grinned.
She look back at me - "Pardon?" she said, clearly expecting an answer.
TBG: "I was telling Daniel that I found the Sea Shed."
Stodgy Woman: "Oh. Seafood. I don't like that."
TBG: (thinking) "I'll bet you don't."
TBG - ΜΟΛΩΝ ΛΑΒΕ
Survival Tips - Streetside Dumbassery in Vancouver
(Tips based on Vancouver events, but are applicable in almost any city.)
Here's the scenario:
Cold and Irritated Ogre is navigating crowded sidewalk.
Dumb snowboard punk gets knocked on his ass.
DSP: "Hey man, watdafukswrongwitchoo?"
Ogre ignores comment.
Punk regains his feet.
DSP:"I'm talkin' to YOU, motherfucker!!"
Ogre turns, approaches.
DSP: "Hey man. You knocked me down. How about an apology?"
(What the fuck? Is this asshat mistaking me of Obama? An apology? Cracker, please!)
Ogre continues to close on Punk, Punk gets wise, starts backing up. Does not watch his feet.
Bystander are stopping to watch...
Punk trips on uneven sidewalk slab, goes down again.
Ogre looks at punk on ground...
CIO: "I'm sorry you weren't paying attention and ran into me."
DSP: "But...but...you knocked me down!"
Ogre offers Punk a hand up, yanks Punk to his feet.
CIO: "You're lucky I only knocked you down. I should have knocked your ass out. Pay attention to where you're walking, Asshat."
DSP gapes like a carp on dry land.
Ogre turns and lumbers away, does not look back.
--------------------------------
Herein lies the lesson:
(Take notes, there will be a test later.)
1. If you and your friends ( homies/shredder pals/skater boys/vatos/whathaveyou) are walking down a relatively narrow sidewalk, it is generally considered good manners NOT to walk four abreast.
2. If, as you walk, you are devoting more attention to you cell phone, iPod, iPhone, crackberry or dingleberry than to your passage and oncoming pedestrians, you are Asking For Trouble.
3. If you aren't paying attention to stuff going on in front of you (I.e. oncoming cold and irritable Ogre with a 40lb Maxpedition bag and poor impulse control) do not be surprised when you get hip-checked and wind up on your ass in front of your homeboyz/girlfriend/restaurant full of giggling Japanese schoolgirls.
(Yours Truly will step aside for elderly couples, little old ladies, nuns, harried moms with kids and anyone who makes appropriate eye-contact and an effort to Share the Slab.
Overly-entitled assholes, distracted asshats, self-important bizdweebs, and any princess-with-attitude get no pass from me and I will adjust my stride so you feel like you are running into a brick wall. But I am digressing from the lesson at hand...)
4. If you should run afoul of the dreaded sidewalk Ogre and end up on your ass, mark it up as a learning opportunity. Take an F for your grade, get up, dust yourself off and try to pay more attention next time.
5. If, however, part of the earlier evening's activities involved copious amounts of alcohol, recreational drugs, tobacco alternatives, or agricultural pharmacology, it would behoove you to remember that in your chemically altered state, although such substances will imbue you with enhanced courage, they will NOT grant enhanced defensive or offensive abilities.
Scrabbling back to your feet and removing your earbuds and confronting the Ogre is what we call in the vernacular A Bad Idea.
(See point 4 for appropriate actions.)
6. If you attempt to bandy words with the Ogre and he ignores you, take the hint.
After a hearty "Hey man, watdafukswrongwitchoo?" doesn't get a reply, you have done your part to regain your honor and social standing with your boys/girls/snickering bystanders.
Let It Drop.
Do Not Escalate The Encounter.
(Really. Socialized medicine might be good, but it ain't fast. A trip to the ER will ruin your evening)
7. When "Hey man, watdafukswrongwitchoo?" gets no reaction, the follow-up of "I'm talkin' to YOU, motherfucker!!" at a higher volume and tone will have two results:
Part A- The Ogre will turn and confront you.
(Really, is this what you want? Be sure, because you just lit the fuse, and it's burning fast. You are delaying me from getting to my destination- which involves getting out of the cold and into a large glass of rum. Any delay in reaching my objective is going to mean either physical punishment or utter humiliation. Dealers choice.)
And Part B-
That pitter patter of feet receding down the sidewalk is the sound of your Peeps hanging your ass out to dry.
If you listen reeeeeal close you can hear them laughing... Your posse, who you thought had your back, are hauling ass and will rein up a block away and watch from afar because collateral damage is not selective, and most skate punks won't take a punch to avenge a fallen comrade.
When the Ogre returns to the scene of the crime and towers over you, a quick apology and a mea culpa will probably defuse the situation.
What you don't do is listen to the alcohol/chemical/testosterone in your system...
Don't do something stupid like ask for an apology...
An apology.
Weeping Jeebus, this asshat wants an apology.
What the Fuck is this world coming to?
TBG - ΜΟΛΩΝ ΛΑΒΕ
Here's the scenario:
Cold and Irritated Ogre is navigating crowded sidewalk.
Dumb snowboard punk gets knocked on his ass.
DSP: "Hey man, watdafukswrongwitchoo?"
Ogre ignores comment.
Punk regains his feet.
DSP:"I'm talkin' to YOU, motherfucker!!"
Ogre turns, approaches.
DSP: "Hey man. You knocked me down. How about an apology?"
(What the fuck? Is this asshat mistaking me of Obama? An apology? Cracker, please!)
Ogre continues to close on Punk, Punk gets wise, starts backing up. Does not watch his feet.
Bystander are stopping to watch...
Punk trips on uneven sidewalk slab, goes down again.
Ogre looks at punk on ground...
CIO: "I'm sorry you weren't paying attention and ran into me."
DSP: "But...but...you knocked me down!"
Ogre offers Punk a hand up, yanks Punk to his feet.
CIO: "You're lucky I only knocked you down. I should have knocked your ass out. Pay attention to where you're walking, Asshat."
DSP gapes like a carp on dry land.
Ogre turns and lumbers away, does not look back.
--------------------------------
Herein lies the lesson:
(Take notes, there will be a test later.)
1. If you and your friends ( homies/shredder pals/skater boys/vatos/whathaveyou) are walking down a relatively narrow sidewalk, it is generally considered good manners NOT to walk four abreast.
2. If, as you walk, you are devoting more attention to you cell phone, iPod, iPhone, crackberry or dingleberry than to your passage and oncoming pedestrians, you are Asking For Trouble.
3. If you aren't paying attention to stuff going on in front of you (I.e. oncoming cold and irritable Ogre with a 40lb Maxpedition bag and poor impulse control) do not be surprised when you get hip-checked and wind up on your ass in front of your homeboyz/girlfriend/restaurant full of giggling Japanese schoolgirls.
(Yours Truly will step aside for elderly couples, little old ladies, nuns, harried moms with kids and anyone who makes appropriate eye-contact and an effort to Share the Slab.
Overly-entitled assholes, distracted asshats, self-important bizdweebs, and any princess-with-attitude get no pass from me and I will adjust my stride so you feel like you are running into a brick wall. But I am digressing from the lesson at hand...)
4. If you should run afoul of the dreaded sidewalk Ogre and end up on your ass, mark it up as a learning opportunity. Take an F for your grade, get up, dust yourself off and try to pay more attention next time.
5. If, however, part of the earlier evening's activities involved copious amounts of alcohol, recreational drugs, tobacco alternatives, or agricultural pharmacology, it would behoove you to remember that in your chemically altered state, although such substances will imbue you with enhanced courage, they will NOT grant enhanced defensive or offensive abilities.
Scrabbling back to your feet and removing your earbuds and confronting the Ogre is what we call in the vernacular A Bad Idea.
(See point 4 for appropriate actions.)
6. If you attempt to bandy words with the Ogre and he ignores you, take the hint.
After a hearty "Hey man, watdafukswrongwitchoo?" doesn't get a reply, you have done your part to regain your honor and social standing with your boys/girls/snickering bystanders.
Let It Drop.
Do Not Escalate The Encounter.
(Really. Socialized medicine might be good, but it ain't fast. A trip to the ER will ruin your evening)
7. When "Hey man, watdafukswrongwitchoo?" gets no reaction, the follow-up of "I'm talkin' to YOU, motherfucker!!" at a higher volume and tone will have two results:
Part A- The Ogre will turn and confront you.
(Really, is this what you want? Be sure, because you just lit the fuse, and it's burning fast. You are delaying me from getting to my destination- which involves getting out of the cold and into a large glass of rum. Any delay in reaching my objective is going to mean either physical punishment or utter humiliation. Dealers choice.)
And Part B-
That pitter patter of feet receding down the sidewalk is the sound of your Peeps hanging your ass out to dry.
If you listen reeeeeal close you can hear them laughing... Your posse, who you thought had your back, are hauling ass and will rein up a block away and watch from afar because collateral damage is not selective, and most skate punks won't take a punch to avenge a fallen comrade.
When the Ogre returns to the scene of the crime and towers over you, a quick apology and a mea culpa will probably defuse the situation.
What you don't do is listen to the alcohol/chemical/testosterone in your system...
Don't do something stupid like ask for an apology...
An apology.
Weeping Jeebus, this asshat wants an apology.
What the Fuck is this world coming to?
TBG - ΜΟΛΩΝ ΛΑΒΕ
Friday, December 11, 2009
Tired of Being a Pawn
...in the Anthropomorphic Glowbull Warmening crap.
The next tree hugger that comes up here to take pictures
of the poor polar bears is getting a surprise.
TBG- ΜΟΛΩΝ ΛΑΒE
The next tree hugger that comes up here to take pictures
of the poor polar bears is getting a surprise.
TBG- ΜΟΛΩΝ ΛΑΒE
Vancouver Continued
We're finishing up a few details here in Vancouver, crossing the I's and dotting the T's, as it were...
I set up a desk in the IBC to get some stuff done...
It's a bit rustic, but it will do for the nonce.
I have to keep the door closed...
Brunch is still kicking around the office.
Oddly, she seems to have an affinity for fiber bundles...
This may turn out to be a problem.
Only time will tell...
TBG- ΜΟΛΩΝ ΛΑΒE
I set up a desk in the IBC to get some stuff done...
It's a bit rustic, but it will do for the nonce.
I have to keep the door closed...
Brunch is still kicking around the office.
Oddly, she seems to have an affinity for fiber bundles...
This may turn out to be a problem.
Only time will tell...
TBG- ΜΟΛΩΝ ΛΑΒE
Peek-a-Boo
I know where JR Fester and Dan the Ice Man are hiding...
Hey JR...
If that bottle of rum in the equipment case is missing when I get there,
you might want to have someone else start your car for the next few days.
(And don't start reading any long books.)
TBG- ΜΟΛΩΝ ΛΑΒE
Hey JR...
If that bottle of rum in the equipment case is missing when I get there,
you might want to have someone else start your car for the next few days.
(And don't start reading any long books.)
TBG- ΜΟΛΩΝ ΛΑΒE
Thursday, December 10, 2009
Trouble Brewing
Hmmm.
This could be trouble.
On Alberni St. in downtown Vancouver, right next to BC Liquors (Uh oh...) there is a building with two restaurants...
On the ground floor is a Churrascaria called Samba...
On the 2nd floor is an Asian restaurant serving ShangHai cuisine.
This is what we'd call "Too much of a good thing".
I'm screwed now.
TBG - ΜΟΛΩΝ ΛΑΒΕ
-Update-
At the Asian place- (Shanghai Chinese Bistro)
The Xiao Long Bao were great,
(I burned the inside of my mouth like a dumbass...)
the spicy eggplant was awesome...
And the dry-fried spareribs with garlic were outstanding...
Looking into the feasibility of IBC deliveries from this place...
This could be trouble.
On Alberni St. in downtown Vancouver, right next to BC Liquors (Uh oh...) there is a building with two restaurants...
On the ground floor is a Churrascaria called Samba...
On the 2nd floor is an Asian restaurant serving ShangHai cuisine.
This is what we'd call "Too much of a good thing".
I'm screwed now.
TBG - ΜΟΛΩΝ ΛΑΒΕ
-Update-
At the Asian place- (Shanghai Chinese Bistro)
The Xiao Long Bao were great,
(I burned the inside of my mouth like a dumbass...)
the spicy eggplant was awesome...
And the dry-fried spareribs with garlic were outstanding...
Looking into the feasibility of IBC deliveries from this place...
Note to Self: Avoid Craigslist Personals
As he says at the end, if she did it to end the date early,
it's a pretty creative solution...
TBG- ΜΟΛΩΝ ΛΑΒE
Various Vancouver
Greetings Constant Readers...
Finally got a little down time and figured I'd post a few pics from around the Vancouver venues...
(Click pics to see bigger versions)
-5 Degrees...
Bloody Cold
Vancouver from the overlook on the way to Cypress Mountain
(Really- click on this one-the view is awesome...)
Hey! We got our own office again!
Now I'm just looking for a couch to stick in the hallway.
Stass at the ROO- Richmond Oval - Home of Speed Skating...
The ROO, even cooler on the inside...
Wait a second...
The place is made up of glued-together Popsicle sticks!
The Gear- (A/K/A PPE) Steel-toes boots, reflective hi-viz vests, hard hats, mandatory safety briefings - a 2-hour one at VANOC and a 20 minute "Site Hazards" briefing at each venue... More Nanny-State crap from Big Brother.
Watch that first step, it's a doozy...
For a place that's all "Work Safe", y'think they'd spring for a set of stairs for the OVR at Cypress?
Maybe a couple cinder blocks?
Yes, all the stylish developers are wearing the fluorescent orange and yellow safety vests...Get yours today!
CFR- Cypress, FreeStyle...Home of SpongeMark Squarehands.
Wait.... There's no bumps?! Where are the moguls?
And of course, Brunch is still around...
She's keeping an eye on the IDF right now.
I had to dissuade her from helping us with running our fiber connections.
She kept gnawing on the Cat-5 connectors...
More frosty and freezing updates to come...
TBG- ΜΟΛΩΝ ΛΑΒE
Finally got a little down time and figured I'd post a few pics from around the Vancouver venues...
(Click pics to see bigger versions)
-5 Degrees...
Bloody Cold
Vancouver from the overlook on the way to Cypress Mountain
(Really- click on this one-the view is awesome...)
Hey! We got our own office again!
Now I'm just looking for a couch to stick in the hallway.
Stass at the ROO- Richmond Oval - Home of Speed Skating...
The ROO, even cooler on the inside...
Wait a second...
The place is made up of glued-together Popsicle sticks!
The Gear- (A/K/A PPE) Steel-toes boots, reflective hi-viz vests, hard hats, mandatory safety briefings - a 2-hour one at VANOC and a 20 minute "Site Hazards" briefing at each venue... More Nanny-State crap from Big Brother.
Watch that first step, it's a doozy...
For a place that's all "Work Safe", y'think they'd spring for a set of stairs for the OVR at Cypress?
Maybe a couple cinder blocks?
Yes, all the stylish developers are wearing the fluorescent orange and yellow safety vests...Get yours today!
CFR- Cypress, FreeStyle...Home of SpongeMark Squarehands.
Wait.... There's no bumps?! Where are the moguls?
And of course, Brunch is still around...
She's keeping an eye on the IDF right now.
I had to dissuade her from helping us with running our fiber connections.
She kept gnawing on the Cat-5 connectors...
More frosty and freezing updates to come...
TBG- ΜΟΛΩΝ ΛΑΒE
The Bartender
For Zach-
The Bartender at ORD...
Burghoff's Pub, Concourse C, O'Hare Airport
Y'know, in case you're ever there...
TBG- ΜΟΛΩΝ ΛΑΒE
The Bartender at ORD...
Burghoff's Pub, Concourse C, O'Hare Airport
Y'know, in case you're ever there...
TBG- ΜΟΛΩΝ ΛΑΒE
The Children
The Perfect Child and the Semi-Perfect Dog Dawg
Nice hat. Did you get a free bowl of soup with it?
TBG- ΜΟΛΩΝ ΛΑΒE
Nice hat. Did you get a free bowl of soup with it?
TBG- ΜΟΛΩΝ ΛΑΒE
Tuesday, December 08, 2009
Are You Sure?
That's not what the brochure says...
Could you look around in there and make sure.
I'd hate to have wasted the taxi fare...
TBG- ΜΟΛΩΝ ΛΑΒE
Could you look around in there and make sure.
I'd hate to have wasted the taxi fare...
TBG- ΜΟΛΩΝ ΛΑΒE
Monday, December 07, 2009
The Joys of Having a Teenaged Daughter
Her life is currently overwhelmed with all things Twilight.
If you don't know what I'm talking about, consider yourself fortunate.
TBG- ΜΟΛΩΝ ΛΑΒE
If you don't know what I'm talking about, consider yourself fortunate.
TBG- ΜΟΛΩΝ ΛΑΒE
They Are Ruining It For Everyone.
It's cold here in Vancouver...
(Y'think?)
We're staying at the Delta Suites in downtown VanCity...
It's a pretty nice place...no real issues until my morning ablutions.
I hit the shower in my hotel this morning...
I adjusted the controls, looking for that happy medium between "Hot" and "Damn, That's really hot!" that I enjoy.
(A hot shower is my version of a cup of coffee for waking up in the morning.)
Anyway...
I was having issues getting the water hot enough, and finally just set full-on "Hot" and what I got I would consider "Very Warm" .
I spoke to the Manager on duty at the front desk and asked WTF is up with the not-very-hot water.
He said they had the maximum tempature allowed by law in hotel bathtooms.
Appearently the Nanny State of British Columbia is protecting the idjits from themselves, and protecting the gubmint from litigation-happy asshats.
All at the expense of some poor sumbitch like Yours Truly who only wants a hot shower in the morning...
C'mon, BC... 110 degrees aint gonna cut it.
140 or 150 is not unreasonable...I'm not asking for 212 here.
TBG - ΜΟΛΩΝ ΛΑΒΕ
(Y'think?)
We're staying at the Delta Suites in downtown VanCity...
It's a pretty nice place...no real issues until my morning ablutions.
I hit the shower in my hotel this morning...
I adjusted the controls, looking for that happy medium between "Hot" and "Damn, That's really hot!" that I enjoy.
(A hot shower is my version of a cup of coffee for waking up in the morning.)
Anyway...
I was having issues getting the water hot enough, and finally just set full-on "Hot" and what I got I would consider "Very Warm" .
I spoke to the Manager on duty at the front desk and asked WTF is up with the not-very-hot water.
He said they had the maximum tempature allowed by law in hotel bathtooms.
Appearently the Nanny State of British Columbia is protecting the idjits from themselves, and protecting the gubmint from litigation-happy asshats.
All at the expense of some poor sumbitch like Yours Truly who only wants a hot shower in the morning...
C'mon, BC... 110 degrees aint gonna cut it.
140 or 150 is not unreasonable...I'm not asking for 212 here.
TBG - ΜΟΛΩΝ ΛΑΒΕ
Sunday, December 06, 2009
Well... That's a new one...
Original departure time: 3:10p
Current time: 4pm CST
(So much for all that nice legroom.)
Generator problem on our plane...
In trying to resolve the issue, we missed out window for our optimum flight path and (more importantly) altitude.
Appearently we would have to fly at a lower altitude and (the captain says)
"This ain't the right plane for that".
Jeebus, how low do we have to fly?
Are we crop dusting or something?
Oh well... Everyone off the plane! Head for Gate C27, they have another Airbus 319 on the way for us...
United Airlines - Completely made of FAIL.
TBG - ΜΟΛΩΝ ΛΑΒΕ
Current time: 4pm CST
(So much for all that nice legroom.)
Generator problem on our plane...
In trying to resolve the issue, we missed out window for our optimum flight path and (more importantly) altitude.
Appearently we would have to fly at a lower altitude and (the captain says)
"This ain't the right plane for that".
Jeebus, how low do we have to fly?
Are we crop dusting or something?
Oh well... Everyone off the plane! Head for Gate C27, they have another Airbus 319 on the way for us...
United Airlines - Completely made of FAIL.
TBG - ΜΟΛΩΝ ΛΑΒΕ
4 Hours & 53 Minutes
Its almost worth getting hit on the shoulder with 22 carry-on bags as the unwashed I-only-fly-once-a-year-and-I-don't-have-a-clue idjits pass by on their way back to steerage.
TBG - ΜΟΛΩΝ ΛΑΒΕ
Knowing Which Side has the Butter on it
(I'm on a layover at OHare, go figure...)
She looks over at me for affirmation of the fine performance of Her Team-
At which point I have the good sense to do my best to look enthusiastic and mumble something that sounds vaguely like "Go Bears".
Where upon she gives my drink a standing 4-count of Captain Morgan and waved the Coke nozzle weakly at my glass...
Looks like Torino all over again...
Where the hell is SpngeMark when I need him?
TBG - ΜΟΛΩΝ ΛΑΒΕ
Traveling Companion - Vancouver
A little testing, some planning meetings, freeze my ass off, meet and greet the VTMs and VITMs. You know- the fun stuff.
So...
I am sitting in the airport and I see that I seem to have picked up a hitchhiker.
Hmmmm.
I guess I'll hang on to him (her?)...
After all, in case I get stranded in a snowbank roadside on the way to Whistler/Creeekside I might need something to stave off starvation...
(I'll have to pick up some tarragon, just in case. I could eat half-cooked rhino asshole if I have enough tarragon.)
TBG - ΜΟΛΩΝ ΛΑΒΕ
Saturday, December 05, 2009
Trying to Make a Point
I saw this over at 21/2 Baker Street- Home of Mr Shomes...
Thought I'd give it the old College Try with the folks back at the office.
Obviously, there was a mixed reaction...
Good news: No one destroyed/trashed the signs, as has happened to some of my political statements before...
Semi-good news: Almost recouped my investment for a dozen donuts...
Not-so-good news: Some people didn't get it.
Oh well... Some day they will.
TBG- ΜΟΛΩΝ ΛΑΒE
Thought I'd give it the old College Try with the folks back at the office.
Obviously, there was a mixed reaction...
Good news: No one destroyed/trashed the signs, as has happened to some of my political statements before...
Semi-good news: Almost recouped my investment for a dozen donuts...
Not-so-good news: Some people didn't get it.
Oh well... Some day they will.
TBG- ΜΟΛΩΝ ΛΑΒE
Odd Sense of Humor
I guess if I was faced with this kind of situation...
I hope I'd have the same sense of humor about it...
TBG- ΜΟΛΩΝ ΛΑΒE
Friday, December 04, 2009
Thursday, December 03, 2009
Oh, Those Clever Froggies
Shamelessly stolen from my boy Mighty Skunk
at his eponymous website The Mighty Skunk
I now know what to do if I am drunk off my ass and faced with a fine bottle of wine and no corkscrew to access the contents thereof...
TBG- ΜΟΛΩΝ ΛΑΒE
at his eponymous website The Mighty Skunk
I now know what to do if I am drunk off my ass and faced with a fine bottle of wine and no corkscrew to access the contents thereof...
TBG- ΜΟΛΩΝ ΛΑΒE
Wednesday, December 02, 2009
Functional Illiterates
As I have mentioned before, people who are marginally literate really chap my ass.
Literacy Rant Here
One very interesting trend I have noticed is the huge difference between the unwashed masses that post comments on Youtube or DailyKOS for instance, and the spelling and composition level of the folks that write most of my Daily Reads (JayG, Robb, Brigid, Tam, RX, Etc.)
But, if you really want to see my blood boil its when I see someone use a homonym in the wrong application...
(For my friends in Tri-State area: Homonym: Words that spell/sound alike but mean different things. "Pare"- to cut off, "pear" - a fruit, "pair" - two of something.)
Now, it irritates me because it's just the sign of a lazy person to make such mistakes; I mean, how hard is it to use "there" "they're" and "their" correctly?
Here's what pisses me off the most:
I could give a fat rat's ass if Joe Blogger uses the word wrong... He's just an idiot. The same goes for most of the brain-dead Hollywood Crowd, any professional sports figure, and any politician. After all, that's what personal assistants and publicists are for.
But...
If you are Michele Jones, and you are Special Assistant to the Secretary of Defense White House Liaison with an office in the Pentagon (and you KNOW every single email you type is going to be archived and will be available for public scrutiny),
you better know the difference between "hear" and "here"...
Wednesday, Nov. 25, 1:38 p.m.
From Michele Jones to Tareq Salahi
Tareq,
You are most welcome! I here the smile in your e-mail and am delighted that you and Michaele had a wonderful time. :-)
Have an extraordinary Thanksgiving and many blessings to you both!
Much love,
Michele
This bonehead needs to be sacked.
And given her involvement in the current distract-the-public-from-the-Senate-health-care-reform-bill-at-all-costs brouhaha, she'll be thrown under the bus shortly.
TBG- ΜΟΛΩΝ ΛΑΒE
Literacy Rant Here
One very interesting trend I have noticed is the huge difference between the unwashed masses that post comments on Youtube or DailyKOS for instance, and the spelling and composition level of the folks that write most of my Daily Reads (JayG, Robb, Brigid, Tam, RX, Etc.)
But, if you really want to see my blood boil its when I see someone use a homonym in the wrong application...
(For my friends in Tri-State area: Homonym: Words that spell/sound alike but mean different things. "Pare"- to cut off, "pear" - a fruit, "pair" - two of something.)
Now, it irritates me because it's just the sign of a lazy person to make such mistakes; I mean, how hard is it to use "there" "they're" and "their" correctly?
Here's what pisses me off the most:
I could give a fat rat's ass if Joe Blogger uses the word wrong... He's just an idiot. The same goes for most of the brain-dead Hollywood Crowd, any professional sports figure, and any politician. After all, that's what personal assistants and publicists are for.
But...
If you are Michele Jones, and you are Special Assistant to the Secretary of Defense White House Liaison with an office in the Pentagon (and you KNOW every single email you type is going to be archived and will be available for public scrutiny),
you better know the difference between "hear" and "here"...
Wednesday, Nov. 25, 1:38 p.m.
From Michele Jones to Tareq Salahi
Tareq,
You are most welcome! I here the smile in your e-mail and am delighted that you and Michaele had a wonderful time. :-)
Have an extraordinary Thanksgiving and many blessings to you both!
Much love,
Michele
This bonehead needs to be sacked.
And given her involvement in the current distract-the-public-from-the-Senate-health-care-reform-bill-at-all-costs brouhaha, she'll be thrown under the bus shortly.
TBG- ΜΟΛΩΝ ΛΑΒE
Tuesday, December 01, 2009
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