Thursday, October 18, 2007

Update

I should just probably take this damned thing down. Actually, I probably will when I get the give a shit.

I haven't fallen off the earth (again!). I got a new job and it's one of those you don't dare to internet surf, but it's a good job. It's a hell of a lot better than where I was. And it's quiet! No grinding, screeching, screaming or crickets. This was a good move.

Hopefully this will find anyone who wanders here well.

Take care.

PS - Pisser? When you come back to San Antonio to visit your mother email me. We'll do margaritas. Seriously. I don't bite. Well, I do, but it costs extra.

Thursday, September 13, 2007

What fresh hell is this??

Today I learned that my boss believes in "the chupacabra," a creature that ranks right up there with the Loch Ness monster, Bigfoot, the abominable snowman, unicorns, dragons, fairies and women who Look That Good when they roll out of bed in the morning.

I even did a little search and pointed out real quick-like an article debunking this bullshit but he instructed me to look some more, so I did. And sent him this article. Fat lot of good it will do because lately it seems I'm surrounded by people who don't care much for evidence of any kind.

Recently some friends who I used to respect a great deal came to visit - a couple. The man started talking to me about a documentary on bigfoot and naturally I started to laugh. I wasn't being snarky. I sincerely thought he was making a joke. Not so, though. He proceeded to tell me about this film he saw, including what the makers had to say about the smell, the footprints, and so on. I let him talk, but went to search the next day and sure enough that particular film had been debunked. Evidently it's sport in "bigfoot country" for locals to make fake footprints. All fur linked to this creature has turned out to be run-of-the-mill animal fur or completely fake fur planted for bigfoot hunters. Very silly, really. This gigantic creature spotted around the world is so elusive that even when he's gravely ill he manages to sneak off to a vat of acid or some such thing that completely disolves him so that there's nothing left to study -- no body. No bones. No evidence. That's one crafty species.

Sure, new species are discovered from time to time, so it's possible that some bizarre creatures exist that we simply haven't found yet. And isn't it interesting when we do? But to steal a line from Carl Sagan: extraordinary claims require extraordinary evidence. And none of these 'mythical creature believers' have provided any that isn't easily debunked and dismissed and when mundane evidence to the contrary is presented they simply refuse to look. This is the part I don't understand.

I understand what it's like to be deluded, or hoodwinked, or ignorant, but when someone can say, "here look - read this" and you choose to plug your ears while saying, "la la la la la" then that I just don't get.

I'm no one important. I'm not a scholar. I'm not some wise sage, or an expert in any field, but I have the capacity to search for the truth. If something doesn't sound right to me (and even if it does) then I do what research I can. The internet is a beautiful thing. Oh, sure, it's full of fanciful bullshit, but it's really not that terribly difficult to pull the facts from the fiction for a person of average intelligence and one thing the internet has done is offer facts from scientists and scholars and experts to us unwashed masses who would otherwise not have access to said revelations. Again, there's plenty of 'litter' but it's really not that hard to pluck it out. Really.

Another friend tells me she won't read a site that chronicles cult activities because in her experience it's just Catholics trying to debunk other peoples' religions. What the hell?? How many people other than Catholics really care what Catholics have to say?

This could run on into hot towel zone, so I'll leave off. Just please, if you believe in something truly fantastical, do some REAL research. Read some things some critics of your beliefs have written, and study just a teeny bit. It really isn't that hard.

Clean-up

I haven't been the best blog visitor of late which is okay because I haven't been the best blog writer of late either. Some of my old links evidently no longer work so I removed them. If I've deleted someone by accident email me and I'll fix it. I do actually check email, so there's that.

Thursday, September 06, 2007

Be Afraid! Again!

Of popcorn lung. Now who ever would have guessed eating two to three bags of popcorn a day could be bad for you?? Everyone but this guy?

No, really, I would have been more worried over excess sodium or calories -- you know, something that requires swallowing (there's a dirty joke in there somewhere). It would never occur to me that breathing in fumes from popcorn could be harmful. Then again, it would never occur to me to eat two or three bags of the stuff a day either.

The article ends with the fellow advising moderation. Funny, that.

Wednesday, September 05, 2007

What century is this?

Airline sacrifices goats to appease sky god.

Hell, there's not much to say to that, is there?

Tuesday, September 04, 2007

Insert Title Here

Hell of a weekend. The weather was gross on Saturday, but Sunday was okay and what do we do in New Braunfels when the weather is okay? Hit the river. I think I drank my weight in alcohol and I feel like I've been beaten with a stick. Best line of the weekend: "You seem like an intelligent fellow. How did you end up with THIS crew?" Second best: "Either she goes with you, or we're taking her in." Good times, good times.

I had a job interview about a week and a half ago or so. I tried to tell myself I was just glad that someone finally called, but that's a bunch of hooey. I wanted that job, didn't get it, and was so disappointed that I cried over it. And life goes on.

Did I mention that I feel like I've been beaten with a stick? Yes? Well, it's true. The weather is nasty here, I feel crummy and today would have been the perfect day to just crawl back in bed. Sometimes you just can't win.

There was an article about a "crazed fan" and Brad Pitt this morning. Turns out this "crazed fan" wanted to hug him. That's not crazed, that's normal. Who doesn't want to hug Brad Pitt? Yeah, I know it's a security scare and that you just can't go around hugging celebrities and all that, but isn't "crazed" just a little strong here? On the other hand she must be a little nutty. She managed to get that close to Mr. Pitt and didn't even try to grab his ass. Pfft.

Sunday, August 26, 2007

Today is the first day

People have given up surfing by this site a long time ago. I think at this point it's more likely that someone stumbles across it accidentally, or comes here expecting writings of a certain tattooed female who will not be named because why just yank the rug out from underneath the Googlers?

Sam Harris is right about religion, and Christopher Hitchens is non-apologetic in his seconding of The Motion. These days atheists are being told to calm down the rhetoric but I think the "in your FACE, Christo-pushers" is called for. I personally am damned sick and tired of hearing about religios persecution. Just try being non-religious in Texas for five GODDAMNED minutes.

A good friend is going to Afganistan. Hope that works out okay. At least he has no illusions about this current monkey-show of an administration.

Fudge is fabulous.

Job still sucks, but I'm dilligently looking for something better. Pray for me.

Ha!

Anyway, I'm here, I'm something that rhymes with queer that's not actually queer but could sort of be close because I am sort of equal opportunity with my affections, get used to it.

Thursday, August 02, 2007

Don't call us.

I am The Gatekeeper. I am the person who screens the telephone calls and puts through legitimate business calls and puts off salespeople and telemarketers. If you're a legitimate salesperson you can leave a message and if the owner has any interest he'll call you back. Insisting that you'll call back later will get you nowhere as you'll just get the more annoyed version of me the next time you call back.

Frankly I hate answering the phone. I'd rather be doing bookkeeping or clerical work at a company who had an actual receptionist, but I've never had that good fortune so my tolerance for telemarketers and salespeople has deteriorated significantly over the years.

The phone rings:

Me: "Disgusting Manufacturing Plant."
Telemarketer: "Hi. How are you?"

That just kills me. You don't even know who the hell I am or what my name is but you're going to ask how I am as if you even give a shit?? My response is always "fine" in the flattest tone of voice I can muster, but never "fine, how are you?." Get on with it. State your business. I can hear the phone bank in the background so I already know you're a telemarketer and are therefore a complete waste of my time.

It would be funnier if I replied, "Well, my oldest son has tattooed a bat across his forehead, my daughter has been arrested for indecent exposure three times in the past month and yesterday I caught my husband wearing my underwear and lipstick. How are YOU?" but I just can't be arsed. I've lost my sense of humor when it comes to telemarketers.

Legitimate salespeople will say, "This is Salesperson with Company Who Wants to Sell you Something. May I speak to The Owner?" None of that phony "Hi, how are you, complete stranger I could care less about that I have to pretend to be interested in in the hopes that you'll forget your job duties and patch me through to the Bossman" crap. Legitimate salespeople still don't get to talk to the owner but at least I really do take their messages.

There are other odious tactics frequently used. If you have to answer the phones at work then you know exactly what I'm talking about.

Farking telemarketers. Be a prostitute or something useful like that. At least that's a service people WANT.