There's a 30th in this month, right?

No shit, someone asked me that last night.

I was on the line for one of our tow companies dispatching a tow for one of the roadside assistance companies. Not a new experience, by any means. The details this time are a bit strange, however. The dispatcher, whom we'll call...Uhm.... Brandon prefaced the call with the information that his customer had already flagged down my driver, and was just calling to set up service and give me a purchase order.

Some 9 minutes and 22 seconds later (my actual second longest call EVER) he asked me if I could hold on 'a couple more minutes' because he was having problems generating the po.

I politely told him to fuck off.

No, I didn't say fuck off, I said politely. I informed him that I had calls on hold (which i did) and that he would have to call back. Which he did, and I was still on the phone with him for another 4 mins or so to get the fucking po. I was ready to kill the fucker, I shit you not.

During the first call, as he was trying to generate the po, he asked the question that titled this post, and it took all the will power I had not to respond.

I mean, I should have shouted into the mouth piece: "Is this February, you stupid fuck? Because if it's not, it has a 30th. Every month has a 30th you dipshit. Except for February, and as it's SUMMER, I think the odds are good that it's not February.

That was one of the 3 most memorable calls I had yesterday.

Another gem went something like this:

'Dr ******'s exchange this is T.J., how may I help you?'

'Is Dr ****** on call tonight?'

'No, I have Dr ****** on call that I can refer you to. Would you like the number?'

'No, I've been a patient of Dr ****** for 20 yrs now, that doctor won't know me. I think my neck is broken. Thanks.'

>--click<--

What?

You think you broke your FUCKING neck, and don't want to talk to a doctor? Are you brain damaged? Stoned? What?

Who in their fucking right mind wouldn't want to talk to any available doctor in a situation like that?

I'm at a complete loss. I don't expect today to be any better, as the insanity of yesterday was just leading up to today's full moon.

Joy.

Buenos con queso,

T.

If you wanna be my lover......

You better git wit' my friends.....

I've never really understood that.

Lessee...I want to have sex with you, but first, you want me to fuck your friends? How exactly does that work? I mean, I know they taught us to share in kindergarten, but this is fucking ridiculous.

You may not immediately see where this is going, but only if you haven't heard the news.

Ironic that this news comes amid other bomb stories.

If you ask me the more dangerous and deadly of the two is the former.

I'll tell you what I want, what I really, really want....Sporty Spice.

Yeah, just once

For like 4 or 5 hours. And hey, we even have the same birthday. We could give each other 'presents.'

After that, I'd like them all to, in the words of The Who, 'fade away.'

Ok...outie.

Buenos con queso,

T.

Mark your calendars boys and girls....

That's right, come July 27th, there's an event you should not miss.....

The Sim-sons.

I can hardly wait. I've been waiting for this movie forever. I'm glad they finally got off their collective asses to give us fans something that we've been asking for for years now.

Now, if they'll only release a full-length Mc Bain movie, I'll be able to die a happy man.

Well, not yet, but eventually. There's still too much I want to do to die now.

They're still talking about the fire on all the big news channels. Today is going to be one of those days tho.

The wind has a very good chance of screwing the deal today. It's been less windy over the past couple days, but today the potential for winds gusting into the 30's brings with it a very real threat.

California governor Arnold Schwarzenegger toured the disaster scene yesterday.

Not reported was whether or not he said 'I'll be back.'

Sigh.

The iPhone drops tomorrow. I'll never have one.

Not that I need one, but I'm a tech junkie. If it's cool, new, and electronic, I want one.

Well, actually, I want 2, and I want them yesterday.

Ok, that's my Thursday post.

Time to watch the re-broadcast of Paris Hilton's interview with Larry King.

Heh, I could use a good laugh.

Huevos sin blancos,

T.

What a weiner.....

In case you haven't heard, there's been a huge loss in the sports world.

No, I'm not talking about 'wrestler' Chris Benoit and his family. This, while tragic, has, in my opinion, very little to do with sports.

I never have, nor will I ever, consider 'pro wrestling' to be a sport. It's bullshit of the purest ray serene. As staged as any play, and as bad as any soap opera. It's as fake as Pamela Anderson's tits, and I've had my fill.

Of wrestling, mind, not Pam's titties.

No, I'm talking about Takeru 'Tsunami' Kobayashi.

In case you are unfamiliar with him, he is the hot dog eating champion, and he's been struck down in the prime of his career with a dibilitating injury:

Arthritis of the jaw.

What, you think I'm kidding?

Hah. This Bites.

If you can't tell, I've got CNN on, as there's not a fucking other thing on to watch. I'd heard about Tsunami earlier, and I'm not sure why I'm sharing now, other than to demonstrate that even on the 'news' channels, there's crap that nobody really cares about.

Pulpo ranchero,

T.

Overtime, sweet overtime.....

Well, you know how I was bitching about only getting 2 hrs of overtime on Monday, and how I'd have prefered a couple more hours?

I guess it's true that you need to be careful what you wish for, as you may get it. You see, someone called in sick yesterday. So, not only did I get called in 4 hrs early, but it worked out that I got a full 8hrs of overtime.

I made $111.60 for working yesterday. I also already have 6 other ot hours on this coming check, so we're edging ever closer to the new camera.

It's killing me tho, I have to tell you. I was so strung out by the end of shift last night. I felt like I had been beaten up.

And, no, I'm not into that.

Well, not much.

According to the schedule, I have my regular 2 days off next week, but I'm not holding my breath. Me having time off is entirely contingent upon nobody else calling in sick.

I hope I get them tho. I'm really starting to burn out.

Is is September yet?

Carne del diablo,

T.

Lake Tahoe is on fire.....

Well, not the lake itself, but some of the surrounding forest. I guess if it happens in Tahoe, it's news.

Here's what CNN has to say about it.

These I took from my neighborhood:




Tons of smoke:



Last one:

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We did Chinese for dinner last night, and it was yummy. I managed to hit a 6-spot yesterday, but with needing a couple things from the store, dinner, and some stuff that I need to send Michael that he forgot when he moved, I don't really get to put any extra towards my camera.

Sigh.

I get to do one of my favorited things today. I get to go to work for a 2 hour shift. I'm sooooooo stoked. I know it's checkout, and I know it's the busiest time/day of the week, but for crying out loud, if you're going to call me in, give me more than 2 fucking hours, please.

Guess that's all I have for now.

Siesta con agua,

T.

There's nothing to compare.....

To waking up with the smell of coffee in the air.

Pops must have been up fucking early this morning. It was about 10 to 7 when I woke up smelling heaven. I've got a big cup of it sitting here, comforting me as I write.

I finally made it to another day off. Well, if you can call it that. My mom's trying to sell my step-dad's car (he died some years ago) and I told her I'd detail it for her so she can get a better price.

She showed up with all kinds of crap yesterday. Armor all, tire and rim cleaner, leather protectant, the works. So, after a trip to the Gold Dust West (gotta finance that new D40 somehow) I'm going to spend the rest of the afternoon spiffing up the car.

Hell, I may even do mine. I mean, why not? There's plenty of product to do 8 or 9 cars.

Ok, time to shower and clean up a bit.

Buneos con queso,

T.

Uhm....yeah, right.....

I guess I should,like, start a list of movie quotes or song titles, or funny phrases to use as titles, then I won't have to sit here with my brain stuck in neutral, clutch half in, grinding noises rattlilng as I try to come up with a title for my daily (lately) ranting.

You'd think the title, usually the shortest part of a blog post, would be the easy part, and that filling a few paragraphs or pages of blather would be the toughie.

No so the case. Well, for me anyhow.

I don't know what it is, but lately, the calls at work seem to have taken a turn for the worse. I mean, I'm used to rude people, stupid people, and people who just genuinely don't get what I do, but for like the last 3 weeks or a month the quantitiy of these types of calls has gone through the roof.

As a rule, I try to stay pleasant on the phone, and even if I'm having the crappiest day on record, I can always get my 'happy voice' working when I answer the phone. I can even stop, mid swearing rant, and pick up the line in a tone that just drips honey.

I sound like I care, like I want to help, but mostly, I just want to get them off the phone. I must be doing something right tho, I've never had a complaint. And my boss says that in her years in the business, guys always get complaints. I'm just that way.

Of course, it sometimes backfires. I get these long, rambling discourses about things I don't care about happening to people I don't know. When I finally get these folks off the phone, if they've actually decided to leave a message, I can usually sum it up in, like a single sentence.

No shit. 5-6 minute call (which is a fucking marathon believe me) one sentence of relevant information. I tell ya, sometimes it drives me totally shithouse.

Ok, done bitching for now. Tomorrow's my day off this week, so I may even get to relax a bit.

Carne del diablo,

T.

I think my coundown timer's wrong.....

I'm not looking at it at the mo, but I think it's off by like 12hrs. Not that I really care, mind you. It's not like I won't get my ink if the timer's incorrect, I just thought I'd point it out.

As if any of you care when I go under the needle again. I should be getting my preliminary appt soon, you know the one where we see where the artist is with it, and determine the direction in which things are going. Only 3 weeks left until the pain begins.

I can't wait.

In other news, I think I may have found a way to get a new computer. I don't want to jinx it by talking about it, but there is a chance that soon I will not be blogging from a doorstop (p3 500mhz 512 ram) masquerading as a computer.

If I weren't so tired (working 6 days a week is killing me atm), I'd prolly post more, but I am, so I'm not, if you get me.

Carne del diablo,

T.

I want an iPhone.....

Have you seen the commericials for these fuckin' things?

If you have, I don't need to tell you how cool they are. If you haven't, I'm not even going to try and describe them. Just go here iPhone.

The commericals are there if you want to watch them.

There's something else I want very badly: The Nikon D40. If the gods smile, I might have one for the trip to Dland. If they don't then it will be sometime after.

My little digital is ok, but I just can't do what I really want with it. The best part of the deal is that the investment I've made in glass will pay off. All the lenses I have for my other Nikons will snap right on the front of this bad boy.

Yeah, I'm joanzin pretty hard for it.

So, now you know what to get me for Christmas.

Carne del diablo,

T.

I saw the space shuttle last night.....

No really.

Both it at the ISS were visible last night. The first time you could see them for about 4 minutes as they streaked across the sky. The second time, at 10:37, it was darker and therefore easiser to see them, but they were visible for only a minute or so before they moved into the earth's shadow.

They will be back tonight, and I'm going to try and get a photo of them. Gonna be tricky, as I'll be at work, but we'll see.

I find I don't have anything else to say today, so I guess that's my cue to bounce.

Buenos con queso,

T.

How do you spell T.J.?

Ah, blessed Tuesday.

I finally made it to my day off. It's been a long haul, believe that. Not only has it been 7 days between days off, but it's sooooo fucking busy at work lately.

The tow companies have been going insane. It seems like every 10 minutes we've been taking a tow call, most for impound from law enforcement. At least they're pretty easy. You only need to get the dispatcher's name, where they're calling from, if the tow is for impound or an accident, what type of vehicle, and where they are.

If that doesn't seem easy, you should try one of the roadside assistance calls. In addition to the information above, you also need a driver's name, contact number, a tow-to location, their coverage amount, and a purchase order.

Those can be further compounded with all the stupidity it is humanly possible to add.

Have the tow driver call first. Have him call for further details. You name it, they've asked for it. Couple all this with the fact that our drivers all have alpha pagers, so I have to type all that crap in and then page the driver with it and you begin to see my dilema. The best part is, when they start to go hog wild with information, they can sometimes give us too much.

Not in the 'I've been having a problem with explosive diarrhea' too much information way, but there is a limited amount of message that can be transmitted to the pager. Which means the driver has to call in and clarify exactly what we're trying to tell him.

It's great.

I don't need to tell you that I get asked some pretty stupid questions. I think I've gone through some of the customer service Hell I go deal with on a daily basis. My favorite one in a long time came yesterday.

It was a tow call, of course.

The dispatcher was talking over me, trying to give me information out of order (for us) and was too impatient to let me ask questions.

She was also not a native English speaker, so there was some of the 'cultural rudeness' that comes from not knowing the cadences of polite speech.

The best part however was when she asked me my name. I told her, and she said, I shit you not 'How do you spell that.'

C'mon, it's 2 fucking letters. How hard is that?

Oh well, guess I'm through bitching. Now I get to go pay my insurance and see if I can find some trouble to get into on my ONE day off this week.

Buenos con queso,

T.

Enough is enough.....

Some things should not be allowed. I was just surfing through the channels on my t.v. (no sattelite or digtal cable just the standard 70 channels or so), trying to find something for background noise while I blog, and got a bit fed up.

Not only is there not much on at 8:15 am that is not a paid advertisemet, a home shopping network, or a news/sports channel, but that which is available is utter crap.

I mean, come on. How long are we going to be subjected to fucking Saved by the Bell and The Nanny reruns? Those shows sucked the root when they were on, and now, nearly 14 years after it was cancelled, I still have to put up with that annoying mother fucker Screech.

I went to High School. I know for a fact that he would have been beaten and tortured to within an inch of his life every day. He would not, I repeat not be hangin' wit the kool kids. And wise-cracking, stunt-pulling, athority-snubbing Zach? Yeah, that punk would have been expelled very early in his career. Not to mention the permanant seat in detention leading up to his eventual dismissal.

According to IMDB.com, there were only 90 episodes of that tripe. That means, if TBS ran an episode a day, they could show them ALL in 3 fucking months.

Yeah, so they show them in pairs, not singly. That makes a month and a half, from birth to death for the show. So, why am I still having to 'click' past it every fucking day of my life?

The Nanny is just as bad. I'm pretty sure that she would have suffered a painful death shortly after her employment. That voice would drive anyone to murder, but to put her in a house with a butler?

Yeah, there's no question, the butler would have done it. With relish I imagine.

Compared to this, we have shows languishing that were better written, funnier, and just all around better that are never seen.

Case in point: News Radio.

One of the funniest things I've ever seen. Phil Hartman at his best. Andy Dick before he became, well, a dick. Great show, great acting. Never on anymore.

Wings is another one. Great cast, great writing, and Lowell is one of my favorite characters of all time.

Hell, I'll even take the oldies. Bring back Barney Miller and The Bob Newhart Show. Anything but this fuckting pap that they used to fill dead air-space with.

News flash: Those shows still suuuuuuuck.

Buenos con queso,

T.

Happy Father's Day....

Ta me.

It's not like I get to take the day off or anything. Even tho today is my regular day off. In fact, I have to work tomorrow as well. I have Tuesday off as my one day this week....

Yeah, that's 3-4 weeks in a row with only 1 day off. Needless to say, I'm bushed. We're going to Sis's house for brekky today, so that should be cool.

Then Pop's and I are going to go try our luck at the Gold Dust.

There's not much else going on, but I'm going to say that I think Tiger's on pace to win himself another Open title. He had a stellar round yesterday, and will start today 2 shots behind the leader.

I've got my fingers crossed.

Buenos con queso,

T.

What's grey, has 4 legs, a tail, and a trunk?

Why, a mouse going on vacation, of course.

Yes, I know that's an old one but I was stuck for a title.

Again.

Some days that's the toughest part of this whole process. Once I have the title, I can almost always find something to say. But then, I almost always have something to say about something or another. It's part of knowing how to solve all the world's problems, I guess.

See, when I'm President (you do know that i'll be running right) I'm going to fix all the problems.

I'm just that good.

I'm not going to go into the details today, but suffice it to say things will be different when I'm in charge.

Just lettin' you know.

Buenos con queso,

T.

I'm watching the U.S. Open.....

I'll bet not many of you are golf fans, but I am. I remember being a kid, and trying to figure out why in the world anyone would ever watch golf on t.v.

Of course, that was before I played my first round or so. Once you've actually gone out and swung the sticks, you'd be surprised how easy it is to watch.

I'm not the world's best, in fact, I'm far from it. I guess that's why I watch. Have you ever seen any of the 'those guys are good' commericials?

Yeah, well they really are. It's amazing some of the shit these guys pull off.

Anyhow, that's all I have now, and it took me forever to even decide what to blog on, so you'll have to take what I've got today.

Outtie,

T.

We're poking holes in the planet?

How fucking stupid does this sound?

What the fuck?

I mean, I can understand drilling for oil. That has it's uses. I think we'd be better off if we could find other things to use, as the crap produced in the production, refining and use of petroleum products is killing the planet, but for fuck's sake, do we really need to see if we can get through the crust just to say we did?

What's next, Trying to see if we can get all the way to the core? Hey, I know, let's make our own volcano. This is going to end badly, I know it.

On another note, I'd like you to take a closer look at the diagram. Do you see the italics there that state Drawing not to scale?

Oh, really. You mean that this diagram isn't 4700 km long? I had no fucking idea. Why would they even put that disclaimer there? Is the earth going to sue for slander because it's layers have been misrepresented? I don't fucking think so.

Gar...Can you tell it's Thursday?

Carne del diablo,

T.

The worst is yet to come....

I always forget the little things.

Like the fact that a couple days ago, I sliced my finger open. I mean, I can usu remember such things, and most of the time I do. Sometimes, however I go to do something I've done a thousand times, and I just go auto-pilot, and forget that I need to monitor my actions.

Like just now, I went to open the dishwasher. Reached out with my left hand (right handed so wierd anyhow but that's the hand i use), pushed down to gain a little leverage, and snatched my hand back in haste from the pain shooting up my arm.

Yeah, I've got a week or two of that, I'm sure. You think an open would would have more of an impact on my psyche, but there you have it.

Typing isn't really presenting much of a problem, as keyboards require so little pressure to function, but every time I bump my finger, it screams at me.

Woo hoo.

Let the fun begin.

Buenos con queso,

T.

Beware: Sharp objects ahead.....

Yesterday Pops and I went on a bit of a shopping run. He wanted to buy a portable dvd player for Sister so that we have one to take with us to Dland. We also went to Ross and bought a couple things.

No, not clothes. I don't usually go clothes shopping very often. No, we go there for the other stuff. We bought a chocolate cookbook, a 3-cd collection of oldies rock, and a couple other things.

Including a set of 3 knives. The knives were, of course packaged in that plastic, survival packaging from Hell that most things seem to be contained in these days. So, I used some scissors to cut the top off the package, grabbed the sides to pull it apart....and promply sliced the fuck out of my left middle finger.

Yeah, opened it up pretty good. By using direct pressure, I was able to get the bleeding stopped, and I think it's pretty shallow, but it hurt like a motha fucka. Now I've got a very sensitive finger tip, which should make work a joy.

I type all day long. The middle left is only used for 3 letters, and you might think that is not so bad, except for one small detail: The letter 'e' which is one of the middle's domain is the single most commonly used letter in the English language.

Yeah, looking forward to a day of fun.

It actually won't be so bad, as I'm training someone, but check-out has the potential to suck very hard.

Ok, guess I'm out.

El poquito grande,

T.

I want to go to the North Shore....

Well, I want to see all of the Islands, but I would love to be on Oahu like October through December or so. That's when the surf is really cranking.

Now, don't get me wrong. I'm not a surfer. Not even a little bit. Even if I were, the odds of me going out in 18+ foot waves would be pretty slim.

Photographiclly speaking, tho, it's one of my dreams. I love the ocean, you see. I could spend the rest of my life right there on that beach, just taking pictures of the surf.

Well, and the surfers.

And the hot chicks in bikinis.

But, mostly the surf. The power of the ocean is amazing. Here's a shot I nipped off the web somewhere...:




Yeah, now that's a fucking wave. Course, the surf there can get over 25 feet during the winter swell, and that's when I want to be there.....

Yeah, so that's all I have today. Unless you want me to bitch about being up a 5 fucking am today.

But I'm not gonna, so there. /em sticks tounge out....

Buenos con queso,

T.

Writer's block.....

That ever happen to you?

I've been sitting here for a few minutes trying to figure out what I should write about, and I've been stuck.

This time not only a title, but a topic is eluding me.

Tho I did just see a Geico commercial. They used to have cool commercials. Remeber the one where the guy was sitting at the table in a restaurant? His waitress drops off his meal, he picks up the top slice of bread and says 'I asked for no mayo,' at which point she takes the bread and scrapes the mayonaise off on the edge of the table and slaps the bread back on top of his sandwich.

Now that's some funny shit right there.

Currently it's a battle between that talking lizard and those fucking cavemen. The lizard is bad enough. I wouldn't buy insurance from a lizard if my life depended on it. Especially an animated, and therefore wholly fake one.

Now they've got another 'fake' team trying to sell it. I mean, really. Fucking CAVEmen? Who in their right mind would buy insurance from a fucking caveman? I mean, take away the fact that they're not real. Take away the fact that they're waaaaaay behind us on the evolutionary path, and prolly have a greatly reduced mental capacity. Let's just say for a second that they were real caveman. What the fuck would they know about insurance? What do they have to insure? Thieir fucking sabertooth tiger skin and their club?

And, for the ultimate insult, these wankers are being given their own t.v. show. Yeah, I'll bet that's a fucking winner. It's not bad enough that every other new show on the idiot box is one of those fake 'reality' shows, now we have these irritating assholes to contend with.

Fuckin' geico.

Buenos con queso,

T.

Paris Hilton is going down.....

And not in the friendly way.

Not that I'd let that skanky, anorexic media whore anywhere near my babymaker.

In case you live in a cave or something, you must know that she's been sent back to the slam (again not the friendly kind).

I suppose both sides of this argument have their merits, but I have to say seeing a celebrity getting treated like a 'common criminal' instead of a papmpered primadonna did my heart good.

I know that life is a shit sandwich, and the more bread you have the less shit you have to take, but I don't think it should buy you out of criminal activity. Regardless of what she did or didn't do, the judge had put in her order that she was not to be allowed 'house arrest' or anything like that, and the sherrif let her go home anyway.

That she was walked out of her house in cuffs, filmed by a sea of press, (legitimate as well as the not so), and broadcast across the world is his fault. Had he followed the judge's order, none of that would have happened.

Well, that's my 2.

Carne del diablo,

T.

I think I'm starting to scare the new girl.....

I've blogged at least once about my M.P.V. It's the phenomenon whereby I talk about something, and then, all of a sudden, it happens.

Well, in the process of traning the new girl, I've been just randomly talking about various accounts in an attempt to present examples of what kinds of calls she can expect to get, and how to handle said calls. Not a very unusual thing to do by any means.

The strange part is that 4 times in the last 3 days (twice yesterday in fact) not only has the account popped up with a call within literaly seconds of my talking about it, it's even been the same kind of call.

I mentioned a specific dispatcher from the N.H.P (nevada highway patrol) and was using one of our tow accounts to explain something, and not 7 seconds after I said it, she called.

On the account I had chosen for my example.

Yesterday, it happened twice in like 5 minutes. One of the accounts came up as I said the name, while giving another example of things that can happen at work. See, we answer for a couple funeral homes, and some hospice care agencies as well. I was telling her how we sometimes get a call from a relative/caregiver to the hospice nurse, the call from the hospice nurse to the funeral home, and then how sometimes, one of our doctors actually cared for the patient, and that we sometimes even get 3rd call to hold for the doc in the morning.

I swear, as I said his name his account flashed up on the screen.

I'm actually starting to creep myself out just a little.

Ok....time to make coffee.

Buenos con queso,

T.

It snowed yesterday.....

That's right, June 6th, and it's fucking snowing.

We've fucked this planet up so bad, it's frightning. The weather patterns have gone all screwy, and it's only going to get worse. We had an unusually dry winter, and have as yet only had rain once, maybe twice this summer, and now it's fucking snowing.

I swear we're killling this planet. We better hope that there is no 'living force' to this planet, as legends tell us that there is, because if there is, it's just a matter of time before the planet wakes up to all the damage we're doing.

If Earth gained a consciousness, and realized what we were doing to it, it could shake us off it's back like a dog shakes off water. What defense would we have if this planet set itself on our destruction?

Yeah, that's right: none.

Kinda a deep rant for a Thursday, but I'm pissed at the weather. Can you tell?

I thought you could.

Yeah....I guess that's it.

Buenos con queso,

T.

Foamy the Squirrel....

If you are unfamiliar with him, I highly suggest you click the link at the right.

He is in fact my new hero. Well, not new exactly, but I'm finally coming out of the closet.

Once you get to the site, click on toons at the top, and you will be presented with a page of thumbnails. Any of them are good, but I suggest 'Drugs In Your Head' or 'Smokin Smokers' to start with.

I laugh my ass off everytime I hit this site up.

I guess that's all I have for now, so go there, watch some toons, and laugh, laugh, laugh.

Carne del diablo,

T.

I mean, come on....Really

Last night, I took a call for one of the law firms we answer for. It was a young lady who had lost her cell phone and was calling to talk to one of the main people in the account.

She asked to be patched through, as she didn't have his number, so I connected her.

Why am I bringing this up, you may ask?

It was his fucking girlfriend.

Yes, that's right his girlfriend does not know his phone number. Now, I have plenty of numbers in my phone that I don't know by heart....Mostly family and friends in CA that I've just recently reconnected with, but all of the numbers I use on a daily/weekly basis are firmly embedded in my mind.

I don't know about y'all, but if I was in a relationship, I'd sure as fuck know my girlfriend's number.

I'm just sayin'.

Buenos con queso,

T.

Pregnant chicks are hot....

I've always thought so. There's also the added bonus that they can't get....well, pregnant.

So, from now on, I'm only going to have sex with pregnant women. As if I've even had any in the last...what is it 6.5 years now?

So, if any of you know any horny pregnant girls in need of some lovin', give them my number.

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I've got The Addams Family in the dvd player right now. It's pretty good, if you haven't seen it. Yes, I know it's years old, and almost ancient history as far as movies go, but there are still some great scenes and lines. Plus Angelica Huston makes the perfect Morticia.

The ideas are not with me today, but perhaps I shall be inspired later.

Buenos con queso,

T.

Sunday....

And once again, my only day off this week. Until we get the new operator trained, and get another one hired we're still short-handed. It totally sucks to work 6 days a week. One day off is just not enough. I'm sure you would all (both) agree with me. The only fact that makes it even slightly tolerable is that anytime we have to work more than 5 days, the extra days are pure overtime, regardless of the hours during the week.

Yeah, I almost feel like I'm getting paid what I'm worth when I'm making time and a half.

Almost.

I'm also wondering how many of you are still checking my site. You see, nobody really comments any more. I'm wondering why. Please, people let me know you're out there.....

Not that I'll stop this if you aren't but I just like to know.....

Ok, that's it for now.

Carne del diablo,

T.

What is it with this chick....She have beer-flavored nipples?

While it's not Shakespeare, it is funny. It's also from the movie 10 Things I Hate About You.

In case you don't know, it's a mondernized retelling of the play The Taming of the Shrew, one of my faves from the bard. You may not have read the play, but I know you've heard the expression "killing with kindness."

If not that one, I'm sure you've heard the phrase "I must be cruel, only to be kind" (or at least a part of it) even if it was only the Nick Lowe song that brought it to you.

The soundtrack has a couple good covers on it, including the aforementioned Cruel to be Kind, and also Cheap Trick's I Want You to Want Me. It's a very loose telling of the story, and of course it's a teen movie, so it's full of angst, but it's cute and definitely worth a look.

Ok, that concludes the movie review portion of our broadcast, and just in case you were wondering it was brought to you by the fact that I'm watching it as I post this.

Not much new other than that, except we got a new girl at work. Yesterday was her first day of training (yes i get to train her as shes going to work on my shift) and I think she's going to work out well.

So, guess I'm outtie.

Carne del diablo,

T.

It wasn't as bad as I feared.....

Now, it was busy as hell, but Thursdays have been lately anyhow, and I did have some stupid callers, but that's not a big surprise either, but it was nothing like the Hell I had envisioned.

The highlight for me was when some yahoo called one of our oxygen companies at 10:40. His sole question? What time is it.

Excuse me? What fucking time is it? Don't you have a watch/clock/cell phone you fukcing dolt? Or the number for time, perhaps? Next time, choose another route, and you won't piss me off.

This little moon tracking experiment has kinda gotten me back in the blogging habit, so I guess I'll keep on for a bit. I'll try to keep it fun and exciting, but I'm not making any promises.

Most of what I do here is bitching anyhow. But then, don't we all?

Well, I'm off to do some surfing.

Siesta con pollo,

T.