February 12, 2009
An entertaining meeting.
Well, part of what I just said is a lie, since the meeting I'm talking about actually made me consider suicide no more than twenty minutes into the meeting, and then went on for another two hours, but as I had to amuse myself somehow I came up with some entertaining things worth mentioning about the meeting. At least I found them amusing. Who knows what you people who actually read this blog think?
Now, I normally don't use people's real names on my blog, but this guy's name is too classic not to mention. Also, since I'm not mentioning anything else about him, probably won't help you if you decide to try to stalk him. Anyway, the meeting was run by a guy named, and I'm dead serious here, Jason Steele. I almost snorted myself inside out when I noticed his name. Yes, his real name is a god damned porno name. Given his facial hair, I did have to wonder if he didn't do some porn consulting on the side or something. Cool guy, but hilarious name.
The only other thing worth mentioning was the accent situation. Anyone who knows me knows that I occasionally bust out with an accent, be it good or awful, and find accents interesting. Well, in this meeting I had an issue: there were so many accents to try to understand all at the same time, that my brain wasn't keeping up. There were no less than three distinct Indian accents, a Manhattan accent, a British accent, a South African accent, and a Russian accent. My brain couldn't process them all at the same time and it was just confusing trying to understand them all.
Anyway that's all that was interesting about the meeting. Now perhaps the contemplation of death makes some sense.
Now, I normally don't use people's real names on my blog, but this guy's name is too classic not to mention. Also, since I'm not mentioning anything else about him, probably won't help you if you decide to try to stalk him. Anyway, the meeting was run by a guy named, and I'm dead serious here, Jason Steele. I almost snorted myself inside out when I noticed his name. Yes, his real name is a god damned porno name. Given his facial hair, I did have to wonder if he didn't do some porn consulting on the side or something. Cool guy, but hilarious name.
The only other thing worth mentioning was the accent situation. Anyone who knows me knows that I occasionally bust out with an accent, be it good or awful, and find accents interesting. Well, in this meeting I had an issue: there were so many accents to try to understand all at the same time, that my brain wasn't keeping up. There were no less than three distinct Indian accents, a Manhattan accent, a British accent, a South African accent, and a Russian accent. My brain couldn't process them all at the same time and it was just confusing trying to understand them all.
Anyway that's all that was interesting about the meeting. Now perhaps the contemplation of death makes some sense.
February 6, 2009
unclean
The following link leads to what just jumped to the top of my "worst puns ever" list. The second link is just so you can read another terrible, terrible pun.
http://buttersafe.com/2007/12/04/happy-graduation/
http://www.partiallyclips.com/index.php?id=1591
Read 'em an weep.
http://buttersafe.com/2007/12/04/happy-graduation/
http://www.partiallyclips.com/index.php?id=1591
Read 'em an weep.
January 29, 2009
According to Cosmo
These are the 40 things you ladies could learn about me in ten minutes:
Now, those math majors out there, or really anyone who's capable of counting to fourteen, you might notice that there aren't forty things listed here. That would be because Cosmo writers apparently think that if you could learn one of three possible outcomes from a single observation that all three count instead of just one. It would appear that Cosmo writers aren't math majors.
Also, if you're like me, you're also looking at some of these things you could "learn" and thinking, "Dude, seriously?" I don't like sports, so therefore I'm sensitive? What? Isn't that a wildly sweeping generalization that is as likely to be untrue as it is to be true? I won't go so far as to say Cosmo writers are misandronous, but they sure think we men are predictable.
I guess what I'm saying is, don't read Cosmo? At the very least don't take it too seriously.
- I am an independent thinker, usually on the sensitive side, because I don't like sports.
- Loyalty is one of my strong suits, but it will take a while for you to win my trust because I have long lasting friendships.
- I'm self-sufficient and independent because I pay with cash.
- I could be a hard nut to crack because I don't like phones. (Somehow this means I'm inscrutable)
- I'm an earthy, laid-back guy who likes equally laid-back, low-maintenance chicks, because I like women who don't dress up every night.
- I'm likely to have more self-control because I don't have road rage.
- I'm steady and dependable, but also a little unadventurous because I like steak and potatoes.
- I'm looser and more open-minded because I'm neither a neat freak nor an obsessive compulsive hoarder.
- I'm analytical and thoughtful because I don't watch sitcoms.
- I'm usually a responsible, take-charge kind of guy because I'm the first born of my brood.
- I'm likely to let you steer the relationship at least some of the time because I don't always insist on driving.
- I'm a low-key, less conceited guy. I might be less ambitious, but I'm easier to connect with emotionally because I'm not superficial. This is because I'm not a narcissistic freak who checks out his own reflection every ten seconds.
- I might be trying to intimidate you because I make eye contact when speaking to you.
- I typically play it safe because I don't talk a mile a minute.
Now, those math majors out there, or really anyone who's capable of counting to fourteen, you might notice that there aren't forty things listed here. That would be because Cosmo writers apparently think that if you could learn one of three possible outcomes from a single observation that all three count instead of just one. It would appear that Cosmo writers aren't math majors.
Also, if you're like me, you're also looking at some of these things you could "learn" and thinking, "Dude, seriously?" I don't like sports, so therefore I'm sensitive? What? Isn't that a wildly sweeping generalization that is as likely to be untrue as it is to be true? I won't go so far as to say Cosmo writers are misandronous, but they sure think we men are predictable.
I guess what I'm saying is, don't read Cosmo? At the very least don't take it too seriously.
January 23, 2009
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