"Did you ever get up and have a fit,
convinced that you're going to spend your entire life at the mercy
of other people, beholden to them for everything from your salary
to your self-worth? I felt that way this morning. But then the storm
"The muse for today, Sunday, arrives
as the result of a conversation I had with a friend who works at
another college during a long though far from over indulgent session
at the pub. He was sounding of about how undervalued, overworked
and abused he felt at work; by the college that is not the students.
I agreed this is a common phenomena, considering lecturers, like
teachers, nurses, doctors are all used to having their professionalism
exploited by Senior Management Teams everywhere, and seem to have
some hard wired inherited oblivion with regard to the hours and
commitment of their staff. But it wasnt always that way was
it? No! So when did it become this way?"
"When was the last time you went grocery
shopping, got to the checkout, and when the cashier said,
"That will be $232.89," your reply was,
"Oh, no. That's not in my budget. My budget is for $150.00."
hmm? Never? If you had, the cashier's response would probably have
"Well, you best put some of that stuff back ma'am."
correct? Of course that's correct. Then why is it that given a quote
from me, for my web design services, a potential client feels that
it's ok to tell me that they only have $XYZ amount of money alloted
in their business for the web site. period. Well then, you best
forget about that interactive thing-a-ma-gig that just put you over
your budget, dagnabbit!"
"I'm watching people barf at Chris
(makeup-face) and Gretchen (left-tit) Pirillo's. They have more
geekness here than at a friggin Comdex.
We've programmed the next 60 episodes of Golden Girls, played Karate
Bikini Babes, and are drinking white russians and big black suckers....or
something like that.
I think I'll go get my party on. Be well."
"Last year I upgraded from Boyfriend
5.0 to Husband 1.0 and noticed a slowdown in the performance of
the flower and jewelry applications that had operated flawlessly
under the Boyfriend 5.0 system. In addition, Husband 1.0 un-installed
many other valuable programs such as Romance 9.9, but installed
undesirable programs such as NFL 7.4, NBA 3.2 and NHL 4.1. Conversation
8.0 also no longer runs, and Housecleaning 2.6 simply crashes the
"one of today's mails wasn't bad so
much as dumbfouding. the mailer asked, "what is a blog? i can
only assume it is something you use in designing a web page."
he then asked me to expound upon the uses and significance of the
blog. at this moment, my head began spinning. how do i explain what
a blog is and is not? a blog isn't something we use to make a webpage.
it is the webpage. not only that, but why on earth is this guy searching
for blog templates if he doesn't know what a weblog is? head reeling,
i attempted to answer. before i wrote even a character in response,
i gave up. for if i hadn't, my head might explode."
"A fascinating thought, that. My friend,
the guy from the Goethe Institute, claims that it's hard to pick
out gay Swedish men passing on the street because Swedes as a whole
act so terribly asexual - his gaydar is useless here. Which doesn't
contradict what Björk says, although apparently the passion
runs too deep for my friend's tastes (or abilities)."
"After the party was over we all went
to the bar. This was probably not a good idea. Some of us were not
allowed in the bar for various reasons - those of us that made it
were kicked out in less than 15 minutes. Apparently the owner/manager
of The Park doesn't take kindly to grown men dawning some of their
girlfriends accessories and acting like they are picking up on him.
Getting kicked out was totally worth seeing that grumpy old mans
"Tired, and then some
Trying to amass enough energy to transcribe the thoughts scattering
about my brain down unto paper, just bone tired and
all that seems to come out is a long drawn out blank. The worlds
a teetering and a tottering, going spinney spinney and the keyboard
looks like a mighty good place to rest me head. Must resist the
temptation, must type."