I was just checking out my google analytics. The most common search keyword that takes people to my site is "Pterodactyl Porn". It takes people to this page, a throw-away post describing one of the oddest things on the intahwebs. Strangely, it is now one of my most-viewed pages.
People are strange.
Scene from a Bar:
(SCENE: A loud karaoke bar. DAVE, a handsome red-headed gentleman who oozes a quiet sense of masculinity and poise, approaches the BARTENDER, a young blonde woman in a skirt that is so ridiculously short it borders on absurd.)
BARTENDER: Hi!
DAVE: What!?
BARTENDER: I said, "hi!"
DAVE: Oh!
BARTENDER: What can I get you?
DAVE: I'll have a CC and Ginger!
(BARTENDER pauses, makes a weird face, and then starts entering some numbers into her till.)
BARTENDER: Um, okay... Why sixteen?
DAVE: Hunh?
BARTENDER: Well, it's pretty specific...
DAVE: Um. I said "Canadian Club and Ginger Ale"
BARTENDER: Oh! I thought you said "Sixteen Chicken Wings!"
BARTENDER: Hi!
DAVE: What!?
BARTENDER: I said, "hi!"
DAVE: Oh!
BARTENDER: What can I get you?
DAVE: I'll have a CC and Ginger!
(BARTENDER pauses, makes a weird face, and then starts entering some numbers into her till.)
BARTENDER: Um, okay... Why sixteen?
DAVE: Hunh?
BARTENDER: Well, it's pretty specific...
DAVE: Um. I said "Canadian Club and Ginger Ale"
BARTENDER: Oh! I thought you said "Sixteen Chicken Wings!"
This post is gonna send me to Syntax hell...
God, I hate it when people talk out of their ass. When people speak down to you from on high, while at the same time being absolutely wrong and skewed. I hate the way they speak in these situations, too - especially when they're correcting me when their "corrections" are absolutely akimbo.
It's worse then they SHOULD know what they're saying, but yet are just ridiculously ill-informed. I mean, just last week I spoke to a man who told me he was a Professor of English at a university, correcting me - ME - on my use of language. Said I'd been using the wrong word to describe something. But the thing was, he's completely and utterly wrong.
I have to say, the ironing is delicious.
It's worse then they SHOULD know what they're saying, but yet are just ridiculously ill-informed. I mean, just last week I spoke to a man who told me he was a Professor of English at a university, correcting me - ME - on my use of language. Said I'd been using the wrong word to describe something. But the thing was, he's completely and utterly wrong.
I have to say, the ironing is delicious.
Another, unfortunately true (though slightly exaggeratted), story from work:
So, my co-worker and I are sitting around, working our butts off, when one of us says something bone-ass stupid. Knowing how these things usually go, it was probably me, but I don't remember now. Anyways, we both giggled like morons, causing our supervisor to walk by and just shake his head.
Action!
SUPERVISOR: You guys are like overgrown kids, you know.
CO-WORKER: No. We're adults with a difficult job.
DAVE: Yeah. (typing away while speaking) We're the pinnacle of "adult" in all ways.
SUPERVISOR: Really? I don't believe you. Just a few hours ago, you were talking about video games, like you were eight years old.
CO-WORKER: Like kids? It was Call of Duty, and that is an adult game, and-
DAVE: Hey, check it out! This woman's last name is - get this - "Johnson".
CO-WORKER: Henh henh. "Johnson".
SUPERVISOR: Hunh?
DAVE: "Johnson" means "Penis"
CO-WORKER: (Giggles)
DAVE: Henh henh. "Miss Penis"
CO-WORKER: (Giggles louder)
DAVE: Henh henh Henh.
SUPERVISOR: I give up (Walks away)
DAVE: Ha. That was fun.
CO-WORKER: Yeah. It's fun messing with supervisors. You weren't really serious about that whole "Johnson" joke, were you?
DAVE: Nah. It's pretty immature, and-
CO-WORKER: Hey, check it out! This guy's last name is "Wang!"
Action!
SUPERVISOR: You guys are like overgrown kids, you know.
CO-WORKER: No. We're adults with a difficult job.
DAVE: Yeah. (typing away while speaking) We're the pinnacle of "adult" in all ways.
SUPERVISOR: Really? I don't believe you. Just a few hours ago, you were talking about video games, like you were eight years old.
CO-WORKER: Like kids? It was Call of Duty, and that is an adult game, and-
DAVE: Hey, check it out! This woman's last name is - get this - "Johnson".
CO-WORKER: Henh henh. "Johnson".
SUPERVISOR: Hunh?
DAVE: "Johnson" means "Penis"
CO-WORKER: (Giggles)
DAVE: Henh henh. "Miss Penis"
CO-WORKER: (Giggles louder)
DAVE: Henh henh Henh.
SUPERVISOR: I give up (Walks away)
DAVE: Ha. That was fun.
CO-WORKER: Yeah. It's fun messing with supervisors. You weren't really serious about that whole "Johnson" joke, were you?
DAVE: Nah. It's pretty immature, and-
CO-WORKER: Hey, check it out! This guy's last name is "Wang!"
*ahem*
*Ahem*
That was a fun few weeks off from the busy world of blogging. You see, my weeks off were just so incredibly PACKED that I simply did not have time for blogging. I most certainly was not playing the new Halo: Reach game, drinking cheap drinks in non-cheap quantities, celebrating weddings, and lying on my couch half-naked watching old hockey re-runs.
Nooooope. I was, um, busy. Check it out:
Let us never speak of it again.
That was a fun few weeks off from the busy world of blogging. You see, my weeks off were just so incredibly PACKED that I simply did not have time for blogging. I most certainly was not playing the new Halo: Reach game, drinking cheap drinks in non-cheap quantities, celebrating weddings, and lying on my couch half-naked watching old hockey re-runs.
Nooooope. I was, um, busy. Check it out:
- It's been super stressful at the office. Even more so than usual - after all, those oodles of papers don't process themselves. But the worst part was when someone sent a bomb to our office, and the Admin team was chosen to defuse the damned thing while our supervisors "supervised from a remote location". We were told we were qualified for this "new employment paradigm" due to our "ability to perform admirably against a tight deadline". It turns out that I don't like having a co-worker scream at me "Do I cut the red wire or the blue wire? RED WIRE OR BLUE WIRE!?". Also, it turns out that I look exactly the same without eyebrows as I do with. This bothers me.
- I spent three weeks in jail for picking a fight with this big man who was pushing around this child - I saw him smack the kid and jumped in valiantly, pushing this man against the wall while saying "people like you should be shot!". Turns out I tackled a pregnant nurse giving the heimlich maneuver to a midget. Don't worry - the midget survived. Those nuns who were videotaping the whole thing didn't seem impressed, though.
- A commercial asked me "how many gulps does it take to get to the bottom of a bottle of Jose Cuervo?". Mathematically, the answer is sixty seven, but I discovered that it's actually a trick question. After about gulp forty eight, you break the bottle over someone's head for insulting your mother and wind up picking a fight with some pregnant chick.
Let us never speak of it again.
Recharging the Batteries:
Some of you may have noticed I've been a bit... lax... with the updates the last week or so. There are two reasons:
1) My computer is absolute garbage. When I try to get ready to do a blog post, it takes forever to load up. Then I get blogger working, and I find myself staring at a blank screen saying "what was I gonna write again?" This inevitably devolves into yours truly throwing a half-empty tube of pringles at the computer screen while my newt watches on, disprovingly.
2) I write a personal blog that at least tries to be funny, for the most part. Lately, though, I'm more of a pensive, thoughtful phase. And like Woody Allen movies, I'm not really all that funny when I'm thoughtful. I mean, I crack jokes and whatnot, but I'm in one of my "end of summer" modes where all I want to do is read books and get in arguments with people about obscure film topics... such as Woody Allen movies.
That being said, I'm taking a wee bit of a vacation. And I do mean a "wee bit" - I'm not going on hiatus or anything. Just need a chance to recharge the batteries. I've been sending myself e-mails from work containing some great snippets of conversations overheard, but they need a bit of cleaning up before I'll post them here.
Have a great weekend all, and I'll see y'all soon.
1) My computer is absolute garbage. When I try to get ready to do a blog post, it takes forever to load up. Then I get blogger working, and I find myself staring at a blank screen saying "what was I gonna write again?" This inevitably devolves into yours truly throwing a half-empty tube of pringles at the computer screen while my newt watches on, disprovingly.
2) I write a personal blog that at least tries to be funny, for the most part. Lately, though, I'm more of a pensive, thoughtful phase. And like Woody Allen movies, I'm not really all that funny when I'm thoughtful. I mean, I crack jokes and whatnot, but I'm in one of my "end of summer" modes where all I want to do is read books and get in arguments with people about obscure film topics... such as Woody Allen movies.
That being said, I'm taking a wee bit of a vacation. And I do mean a "wee bit" - I'm not going on hiatus or anything. Just need a chance to recharge the batteries. I've been sending myself e-mails from work containing some great snippets of conversations overheard, but they need a bit of cleaning up before I'll post them here.
Have a great weekend all, and I'll see y'all soon.
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