Saturday, November 30, 2013

You're doing it wrong.

As I read about another idiot that is being held by North Korea, I attempt to find a way to help prevent this from occurring again. My only thought is, "Don't fucking go to North Korea you stupid shit!"

It seems to be happening more and more. We got this latest guy. There as another guy a bit ago that got caught doing some humanitarian work. We have that chick that is the sister of that other chick that is on TV. About the only shithead that doesn't get held in North Korea is Dennis Rodman, and we want them to keep him!

This is not the only story I am sick of hearing about on the news. There is also the ever so prevalent "dumbass hikers got their stupid asses lost in the wilderness and we are spending a ton of money to find them" story. Honestly, if they figured out how to get where they are, let them figure out how to get back. If they are stuck on a ledge, lost in the forest/desert/mountain/river/lake or anything else, LEAVE THEM. Why should my tax dollars or park fees or anything else go towards preventing Darwin from removing another dipshit from the planet?

They don't call it wilderness for shits and giggles. 

wil·der·ness
ˈwildərnis/
noun
  1. 1.
    an uncultivated, uninhabited, and inhospitable region.

Get it? If you get lost in something with that for a definition, you deserve it. Don't come back. Feed the locals with your tasty meats. Ferfuckssake...if you can get lost when you can mount a GPS to your fucking eyeball, you deserve to die alone in the wilderness.

There is a reason I do not go hiking in the wilderness. There is a reason I do not climb mountains. There is a reason I do not snowboard. I have a simple rule for that covers pretty much every extracurricular activity.

Can I die doing it?

If the answer is yes, I politely pass on whatever activity is involved. Since I am not dead yet, my rule seems to be working just fine. 

Yes, I know I can also die driving to work, walking down stairs, eating grapes, aggressively farting, etc. However, I am MUCH LESS likely to die from those things. As most everyone knows, I can almost kill myself opening a package of cotton balls. Why would someone as accident prone as myself actively put my fragile person in harm's way?

Anywho, back to the main point. As we are entering yet another ski season in Utah, I am anxiously awaiting to hear about the first fuckwad out-of-bounds snowboarder that gets himself buried in an avalanche...bonus points for a corpscicle. I look forward to the father and son team on their out-of-bounds snowmobiling trip where the crying trophy wife whines about how they "were supposed to be home last night". I am pretty sure we will put another notch on the "dead boy scout" tree. I am predicting one dead and one injured hunter for this season...super double bonus points if they are together.

Now if they would just start sending the search and rescue bill to these dipshits, I would be satisfied. If they just stopped looking for them, I would be extremely satisfied...might even giggle.

Wednesday, June 12, 2013

Zeus in the morning

The kitten, Zeus, seems to have adopted a daily ritual now that we have worked out his issues with waking everything up at 5am. Working at home has also given me great insight into his morning routine. Now this probably isn't exactly what he is thinking, but I am pretty sure it is damn close.

Ooooohhhh! 6am. Wakey wakey time!
*hops on bed*
Oooooohhh! Feet! I dare you to move one. Go ahead! Do it!
ATTACK!
Gonna wake up now, ain't ya!
What ya doing? Are ya peein!?
Fuck your coffee! GIMME FOOD!
Please?
C'mon!
Fuck my life.
You going downstairs? See ya in a few.
Hi, big cat. 
ATTACK!
VANQUISHED!
Downstairs time. 
What up? Is that a lap? Is that a keyboard? You aren't using that, are you?
PURR PURR PURR.
Going upstairs? Gimme food!
Thanks!
NOM NOM NOM NOM NOM

Up until this point, he is a sweet, playful, loving kitten with big blue eyes. I proceed to go downstairs to work. A few minutes later the thumping begins. Chairs start to wobble. The dog barks. The asshole cat hisses. I go upstairs and see it. The blue eyes are gone and in their place are black orbs. The soft fluffy kitten is now a rabid puffed up fuzzball of death. 

Its him again! RUN AWAY~~!
FAT CAT ATTACK! ATTACK AGAIN! VANQUISHED!
HolyshitwhatthefuckamIdoinginthisroom!?
RUN FAST!
DOOR!
PERSON IN ROOM! TO THE BED!
Shit! Why am I on this bed?!
TO THE OTHER ROOM!
Fat cat atttack!!@#
VANQUISHED!
DOG! 
CAT!
SHIT!
RUN!
Claws need sharpening. Claws need sharpening. Claws need sharpening. 
Why the shit am I sharpening my claws!? 
TO THE OTHER ROOM!
TOY! KILL!
TOY TOY TOY TOY TOY TOY!
TO THE OTHER ROOM!
HowdidIgethere!??!
KITCHEN! To the table! FOOD GONE! FUCK!
TABLE OMGWTFBBQ~
Why are my claws not sharp!?
Its that guy again. RUN!
Shit! Missed the fat cat!
Must go back! ATTACK!
FINISH HIM!
FATALITY!

That basically goes on for an hour or so. He then climbs onto a bed and passes out for 6 hours and becomes the sweet, fluffy, blue eyed, purr monster again.

Friday, June 7, 2013

Self Realization

I will just start out by saying that when I was younger, I knew I was different from other guys. Starting in Junior High School, I noticed that things were different as we hit puberty. I really wanted to be like everyone else, but it just wasn't in my genes or something.

Throughout Jr. High and High School, I did my best to be like all the other guys. I did my best to act and look like them, but it seems I was not destined to share the level of "guy-ness" that they all seemed to be born with.

After high school still attempted to be like everyone else, but it ended up wrong and was way too rough for me to keep doing it. I finally decided that I had had enough of trying to fit in. I had to go against the grain and just be myself.

From that day forward, I have been shaving up instead of down. A much closer shave and only have to do it every other day.

Saturday, May 11, 2013

Washed the car today


Decided to wash, wax, clean the car today.

Started out ok.
Car washed.
Wheels took some elbow grease.
Wheels took some more elbow grease.
Grease is starting to gunk up.
Clean my cataract clouded headlights.
Rub on goop.
Buff.
Sand.
Sand with different shit.
Sand with another different shit.
Fucking hell..two more different shits!?
Wipe and rub on more goop.
Take break.
Fuck...I have two headlights!
Take break.
Move car onto lawn under shade tree.
Wax.
Wax more...
Waxing done.
Take break
Buff.
Good hell what is that smell?
Buffing more.
Fucking dog shits everywhere!
My arms are very jiggly with the electric waxy buffy thing.
More buffing.
Need to rake up dog shits someday.
I can't feel my hands.
Maybe next year I will rake.
Buffing done.
Clean windows.
Did my arms get shorter?
I can't feel my legs.
Mommy?!

Beer and tequila seem to be numbing the pain. I need to hide Mitzi's car. She wants to wash hers.

Wednesday, May 8, 2013

Theory and Practice

We have processes at work for things. How to open a trouble ticket. How to submit a request. Ya know...a process documented and approved by some standards committee somewhere.

The Process in Theory:
Make sure NOC sees the circuit outage.
NOC opens ticket with carrier.
Circuit comes up.
NOC: Carrier fucked up. All fixed. RCA incoming.
Some guy: Sweet.

The Process in Reality:
Some guy: hOLY FUCK! A circuit is down!!!
Another guy: ARE YOU SHITTING ME!?
Some guy: CALL EVEREYONE!
Another guy: OK! Who do I call?!
Some guy: EVEYERYONME!
Another guy: Got it!
That guy: I will send out an email!
Some guy: Copy everyone! Add your entire address book! Randomly pick people! Just copy everyone!
That guy: Will do!
Some guy: And in the email...Freak the fuck out! Tell them the entire planet is down~!
That guy: I will freak the fuck out!
Another guy: Is there a bridge opened!?@?#!
Some guy: Holy fuck! I forgot a bridge! Send out a bridge invite and include everyone!
NOC: We are looking at it. Pro-active ticket opened already.
Some guy: WHY IS IT NOT FIXEDED!?!?
NOC: We are looking at it.
Some guy: Holy shit balls! Start messaging ever4yone!
That guy: On it.
Some guy: Start calling all of the bosses! Email them! Be sure to freak tthe fuck out!
Another guy: OK!
NOC Circuit is back up. RCA incoming.
Some guy: Sweet.

Monday, January 7, 2013

My cat is an asshole

I was blissfully sleeping last night. Sometime around Ihavenofuckingclue o'clock, an ear splitting noise of a metal bowl landing on the floor blasts out of the kitchen. I am too comfy to investigate, but I figured it was asshole cat just being an asshole.

Blissfully sleeping again, what sounded like an entire cabinet of dishes shatters the silence and wakes me up again. I get up and stumble into the kitchen to find a broken bowl on the floor.

As some people that have dogs and cats, you can't keep all of the food on the floor. Stupid dog eats anything it finds and he is on a diet due to him looking like a torpedo on stilts. Therefore, we keep cat food on the table.

It seems that asshole cat wanted a snack at some point in the night. His food bowl was empty because he is a fatfuck of a cat. His first warning about the lack of food was the metal bowl. The second warning was pushing the other food bowl... which belongs to Gloria, which had food in it... onto the floor, shattering it.

Such an asshole.