Friday, July 29, 2005

Conditioned Respose.

It was an interesting day, to say the least.

It was hot, of course.

I had to walk to work.

Of course.

We had a fucking downpour today. Lightning : 1. set off the alarm. 2. Overloaded the UPS for the tow radios. 3. Put the power off at my house.

I arrived home from a busy night.....Not mind-freaking busy, but constantly doing something...to find my power out. It was actually kind of cool, using candles and a red anodized MiniMag (2AA version) to get around the house, but it sure did put a damper on my electronic evening. I was going to play San Andreas...I was going to email a friend...I was going to blog.....

I was just getting around to trying some 'artsy' with my dig, and BANG!! the lights came back on, and thus, the electronic begin.

Now, on to the subject of this post:

Everytime I walked into a room in my house tonight (power off, remember) I turned on the fucking light switch. Every. Fucking. Time!!

Mr Pavlov, can I have a table somewhere in the back, please?

That ring any bells?

...heh...sorry...had to...

Pulpo ranchero,

T.



ps i made the mistake of finding another site to spend time on

pps i knew long before i got home that the power was off

Thursday, July 28, 2005

Well, here's one straight from Suse.


She gave me these 5 questions to answer, so here I go. If you want to play along, post a comment, and I will ask you 5 questions that are then to be answered on YOUR blog.


1. Would you rather have to ability to turn on light switches from across the room or to make mints spontaneously appear in your pocket, which would you choose?

As long as I could turn them off too, I'd take the light switch one. I love to read before I go to sleep, but hate having to get up to turn the lights off after. Wakes me back up, and makes the reading to sleep almost useless.


2. What is the longest you've even gone without sleep?

Well, I've never measured it but I'm going to say between 28 and 36 hours. Was just one of those things. I don't often decided to stay up all night, but sometimes I do just because.


3. If you were forced to wear mittens for the rest of your life or have no hands at all, would you wear the mittens?

I couldn't make it without hands. Seriously. I'd have to have the mittens.

4. Have you ever considered optometry as a profession, why or why not?

I have not. I just can't see myself doing it...heh...


5. Describe, in detail, your last trip to the grocery store.

Does SuperWalmart count as a grocery store? You can buy groceries there. I went with my Mom, because she needed a new battery for one of her cars. The store was packed with people, all just wandering around, oblivious to what was going on around them. Not looking where they were going, nearly running each other down with carts. I'm sure you've seen it.

We made our way back to the auto department, got the battery and headed over to the 'grocery store' part. I was on a mission for buttermilk (mmmm...tasty fried chicken) and my Mom needed coffee creamer and coffee. I wasn't sure how much buttermilk we'd need, so I bought a half-gallon. $1.50, if you want to know.

Then, after finding the shortest line, we stood there longer than we'd spent shopping. They had to call a manager over to do the core discount, because the guy in auto was too lazy to give us the right coupon. On the way out of the lot, I saw a truck pulling an airboat on a trailer. Airboats are cool.

So, there are my answers. Like I said, if you want to play along, post a comment, and I'll whip up some questions for you.

Happy Friday,

T.

Friday, July 22, 2005

I read too fast

Yeah, that's right, I'm done with the new Potter book already.

500+ pages, and it took me two days. I got it Tuesday, and started it before I went to work. I finished it last night, somewhere around 3:00 am. I was going to stop earlier, but I got to that point...the story was moving fast, LOTS was going on, and I had about 1/2 inch of pages left.

Comes a time when you just say 'fuck it', and finish it off. Of course, I'll now start on the second read. I usu read a new book at least twice, because my eyes tend to jump down the page when the story gets too wordy. Once I've read it tho, and know what's going to happen, I can slow down, and relish all the minute details.

I'm still at only 2 typos, but may find more on the slow read through. I don't know if any of you read the books, so I won't spoil it with any big reveals, but some VERY shocking things happened. If you read them, shoot me an email, and we can discuss it privately.

On another note, it's been so fucking hot here lately. I've taken to carrying work clothes in a bag, and wearing shorts and tank to walk to work in. I'm still sweating like a whore in church by the time I get there tho.



Well, been surfing and trying to come up with something else to say, and I'm drawing a blank.

See ya in the funny papers,

T.

Wednesday, July 20, 2005

I knew better than to answer my phone.....

I fucking swear.

Why do I have a such a good work ethic? Why can't I say no when I get called in? Why don't people think it's necessary to get off their dead asses and go to work?

As you can prolly tell, I got called into work yesterday, and fuck but it pisses me off. The only good part, and even the good part's not much, is that it's overtime pay. That's all well and good, but I'm still fucking pissed.

I know, I know....it's my own fault for saying yes.

Doesn't make it any less wrong, or me any less pissed.

Gah.


On another note, I got the new Harry Potter book yesterday. Yeah, I read Harry Potter, so what? It's good so far, but I've already found 2 typos. Well, one typo, and one wrong word usage.

That's the job I really need. Anybody looking for an editor?

Ok....guess I'm gonna get in some more reading before I head to the grind.

T.

Thursday, July 14, 2005

I talked to Mr Spock yesterday.....

That's right baby, Leonard Fucking Nimoy.

He lives in Lake Tahoe somewhere, a fact I've known for years now, but not something I think about regularly. It was a routine office message, as most of the calls I take are, and I didn't bother him by being all 'fanny' on him, but it was kinda cool nonetheless. It went something like this:

"********** ************, this is T.J., how may I help you?'

"I'd like to leave a message for *** ********."

"And your name?"

"Leonard."

"Last name?"

"Nimoy."

"Well, Hello."

"Hello."

"Phone number?"

"***-***-****."

And then he left the message. Nothing of note, but still.

It's kinda funny in another way, because when I move to the big desk in the center of the room, usu when it's down to me and the other 9:00 person, I often comment on how I feel like Captian Picard, or Captain Kirk.

Imagine me doing a bad Bill Shatner.

Captains log, stardate 2443.51, the crew is pissing me off. They are laughing at me behind my back, I know it. I think I'll flush them all out into space.

You know, that kind of corny thing, and yesterday was no different. And then, I get to talk to Mr Spock.




On an unrelated topic, an anniversary of sorts has come and gone, all unaknowledged. The 11th of this month marks the 1 year mark for this blog. Strange really.

Well, almost time to head out, so I'm gone for now.

T.

Wednesday, July 13, 2005

Lit up like a firefly, just to feel the living night

It's been hot.

I mean really hot. Last night, I couldn't get to sleep for the longest time. Then when I did I woke up not 20 minutes later because I was too hot.

Then, some kind soul called my house at 12:15. Not wanting to move, I decided to let the machine grab it, and then decide if I wanted to talk or not. Whoever it was decided not to leave a message, and they were calling from a 'private' number, so *69 wouldn't even tell me who they were.

What's the deal with that anyhow? If you're calling me, I ought to be able to find out who you are. I mean, you have my number, so what's the big deal?


Work is good.

I'm starting to build a rapport with some of people that I call on a regular basis. Some are nurses, some are on call people for other services, and even a doctor or two. I think things are going to be good here. I like the people I work with, and the job, while it can be frustrating at times, is quite fun.

One of the biggest pains in my hide, an account that shall remain nameless, has done us the ultimate favor of leaving our service. I can't tell you how nice it is. 98% of the calls coming in on that line were complaints.

Coming soon: Pictures. I need to get batteries for my camera.

Guess that's it for now.

T.

Monday, July 04, 2005

Taking the plunge


Well, I couldn't really afford it, and I'm sure I'll regret spending the money, but I went ahead and bought a digital camera. The evidence is clearly visible in this post.

Yes, you guessed it, that's my car. What I am thinking of calling my bumblebeater. I have (tentative) plans to pull the fenders off and paint them black, and perhaps add a black stripe or 2, just for the hell of it.



What do you think 'No Parking' means, you fucking idiot?



This post is dedicated to all the tow company calls I received over the last 2 days at work. I shit you not, it seems like every other call was one of the local law enforcement agencies calling for an impound. What's worse, is the people would call, after finding out which company towed their vehicle (we answer for 6 i think maybe more) and be all irate with US because their car got towed.

Now, I'm not a fucking rocket scientist, but there are a couple things I know about parking. First, never park blocking a gate of any kind. You will be towed. Funny that the lady with the Mercedes didn't think she would be. Second, do not, I say again do NOT park on a boat ramp in a state fucking park. You will be towed. The lady in the beemer found that out. Third, and this is funny, if the sign says 'No Parking', this was at a state beach, mind you, they really mean no parking.

Fucking idiots, every one of them. But, I think the winner of the day was the guy that locked the keys in his car. While it was still running. What kind of fucking brain power does that take?

I swear.

Ok...Now that I've gotten that off my chest, on to lighter fair.

We're having some family over for the 4th, and now that I have a cam, I'll be able to shoot some pics up for your enjoyment. In fact, I have to go get started with the prep soon, so I'll close this now.

Happy 4th y'all.

T.

Friday, July 01, 2005

Some people are alive simply because killing them is illegal

Now, I want it known that I'm a procrastinator of the first blood. In fact, truth be known there are several things I should, or at least could be doing right now that would be more productive than this, but I'm putting them off. I'd even go so far as to say were we to get around to making a country just for procrastinators, and if we could find the time to hold elections, I'm sure that I'd be declared King of Procrastinatia by general proclamation.

I would think that those of you that read this regularly know that I live in Nevada, and perhaps even that I live in Carson City. This, for those of you that don't know, is a mere 35 miles or so from Lake Tahoe. Now, CC is not much of a vacation destination, and it never has been. Tahoe, on the other hand, well, I scarcely need to tell you that hordes of people converge there for special events, including, but not limited to: Labor Day Weekend, Memorial Day, New Years Eve, and the subject of my current rant, The 4th of July.

Now, I don't have the numbers, but I do know that for the big events, all the resorts sell out. And believe me there are plenty of them up there. It may not be immediately obvious why I'm on the jag, but then, you didn't have my day at work yesterday.

Forget that it was a Thursday. Forget that we were busy as fuck all day long.

All you need to know is that once 5 o'clock, traditional quitting time as far as I'm concerned, passed, almost every 3rd call was to one of the resort rental agencies, wanting to know if they had any rentals for the 4th.

What, are you a fucking idiot? First of all, call during business hours. Secondly, when I tell you that I only answer their phones, don't proceed to ask ME if I know about any rentals, and for fuck's sake, don't call 3 fucking days before you need a rental.

Your best bet for getting a rental in Tahoe for the 4th is to call on the 5th, and pray to God Almighty that they aren't booked for next year too.


That being said, I can now relax.

I think I've decided to get a digital camera, and damn the rent. I see something almost every day that I'd love to share with you all, and it saddens me that I can't.

Oh well, I smell a shower coming on.

T.