I was in the small town of Duryea, PA today, preparing to make a delivery to a mom-and-pop store. As I was about to enter the market, a man in a beat-up pick-up truck with out-of-state tags came rolling up. The driver, who looked like an overweight member of ZZ Top, called to me, "Hey buddy!"
I guardedly stopped and asked, "Yesss?"
"Is there a high school around here?"
My first thought: "PERVERT!" But, wanting to be at least civil, I responded, "No, not here. Which high school are you looking for?"
"One here in Duryea," the man quipped.
I shook my head, "Sorry, not here. The school district for this town is Pittston Area. The high school is in Yatesville."
Puzzled, the man shrugged, "Boy, am I lost. ...So, is there any high school right near here?"
Now I was getting a bit concerned. Hesitantly, I offered, "The closest is Old Forge, about 2 1/2 miles right up this road."
He muttered, "I wanted to find Duryea High School... So, no high school in Duryea, huh?"
"No," I reinforced. "The old Duryea High School was closed more than a dozen years ago when school districts consolidated."
Unwavering, he inquired, "Well, how would I get to it?"
I gave him directions, to which he stammered, "So, it's been closed a long time, huh?"
"Yes."
"... Boy, am I lost. What do I do now?"
Get into your DeLorean, call "Doc" for help and set your coordinates for the past!
NEXT UP: The 5th edition of the STUPIES, followed by the official unveiling of the newly renovated "Nullum Cerebellum Bomboli!"
Thursday, May 24, 2007
It's hard to find ANY help these days.
As you readers may already know, we live in public housing. The place is decent, the neighbors are nice, and it's home. But maintenance is, well, practically non-existent.
Our neighbors have had troubles with their bathroom since January. The fixtures all needed to be replaced, and the plumbing is shot. Those poor folks have put up with a half-functioning relief facility for 5 months now. I can understand and appreciate their frustrations.
Today, "Tony" from maintenance decided to sit on his duff while doing something, so he got on the riding lawn mower to cut the grass that was just trimmed 6 days ago. Mr. Neighbor walked out of his house to vent on Tony a bit. As Tony turned off the mower, my wife could hear the following exchange:
Mr. N: Look, we've been waiting and waiting for this. When are you going to come back and finish this job?
Tony: Well, we can't do anything until we get a work order for it, so just keep calling the office.
Mr. N: We've been calling every day. For weeks now! How many more times do we need to call before you come back to fix (the bathroom)?
Tony: Um... Well... I don't know what to tell you. Just keep calling. We have to get a work order first.
Mr. N: But I'm telling you now. Can't you talk to somebody about it?
Tony: Um... Sorry... I don't know what to tell you.
Apparently, you're not getting a work order because you spend all day on your little tractor, instead of processing and prioritizing repair requests!
Looks like Tony's already taking his Memorial Day vacation...
One more post before the next edition of the STUPIES!!!
Our neighbors have had troubles with their bathroom since January. The fixtures all needed to be replaced, and the plumbing is shot. Those poor folks have put up with a half-functioning relief facility for 5 months now. I can understand and appreciate their frustrations.
Today, "Tony" from maintenance decided to sit on his duff while doing something, so he got on the riding lawn mower to cut the grass that was just trimmed 6 days ago. Mr. Neighbor walked out of his house to vent on Tony a bit. As Tony turned off the mower, my wife could hear the following exchange:
Mr. N: Look, we've been waiting and waiting for this. When are you going to come back and finish this job?
Tony: Well, we can't do anything until we get a work order for it, so just keep calling the office.
Mr. N: We've been calling every day. For weeks now! How many more times do we need to call before you come back to fix (the bathroom)?
Tony: Um... Well... I don't know what to tell you. Just keep calling. We have to get a work order first.
Mr. N: But I'm telling you now. Can't you talk to somebody about it?
Tony: Um... Sorry... I don't know what to tell you.
Apparently, you're not getting a work order because you spend all day on your little tractor, instead of processing and prioritizing repair requests!
Looks like Tony's already taking his Memorial Day vacation...
One more post before the next edition of the STUPIES!!!
Tuesday, May 22, 2007
Windy wisdom
Say WHAT? WHAT???
Somebody please try and explain to me what this woman is saying, because I heard it on the news, read it on the internet, and it still makes absolutely no sense to me.
WNEP-16 is running a story on a local power company pursuing an interest into placing a wind farm in a rural area community.
An energy company is considering putting up windmills in Wyoming County.
A meeting is scheduled for Tuesday night about it and a lot of people have a lot of questions.
BP Alternative Energy is considering putting a wind farm in the Noxen area.
"Windmills are the future otherwise we're going to drain our earth," said Cathie Pauley of Noxen but she doesn't know if she wants a wind farm there.
But there are still many questions.
"How are they getting the powers from here to where they're shipping it? We're not getting it. Are they putting it in boxes and shipping it UPS or are they building towers going down our mountains?" Pauley asked.
"Educate me. Prove to me this is going to be a good idea, you've got me. Prove to me that you're going to damage our environment, our view the only thing you have and intrude on people's property, you've got an enemy," Pauley added with a laugh.
OK, what do you want? To hear how it's a good idea, or how it will (not may) damage the environment? Yes, please educate me, enemy! At least ship me some energy in a box via UPS, or build me a tower down my mountain so I can get some energy.
How this is written is EXACTLY how she spoke it. No voice inflection, no pauses, no emphasis...
Methinks maybe BP Energy ought to harvest your head, because it appears to be an awful lot of breeze in your brain.
Somebody please try and explain to me what this woman is saying, because I heard it on the news, read it on the internet, and it still makes absolutely no sense to me.
WNEP-16 is running a story on a local power company pursuing an interest into placing a wind farm in a rural area community.
An energy company is considering putting up windmills in Wyoming County.
A meeting is scheduled for Tuesday night about it and a lot of people have a lot of questions.
BP Alternative Energy is considering putting a wind farm in the Noxen area.
"Windmills are the future otherwise we're going to drain our earth," said Cathie Pauley of Noxen but she doesn't know if she wants a wind farm there.
But there are still many questions.
"How are they getting the powers from here to where they're shipping it? We're not getting it. Are they putting it in boxes and shipping it UPS or are they building towers going down our mountains?" Pauley asked.
"Educate me. Prove to me this is going to be a good idea, you've got me. Prove to me that you're going to damage our environment, our view the only thing you have and intrude on people's property, you've got an enemy," Pauley added with a laugh.
OK, what do you want? To hear how it's a good idea, or how it will (not may) damage the environment? Yes, please educate me, enemy! At least ship me some energy in a box via UPS, or build me a tower down my mountain so I can get some energy.
How this is written is EXACTLY how she spoke it. No voice inflection, no pauses, no emphasis...
Methinks maybe BP Energy ought to harvest your head, because it appears to be an awful lot of breeze in your brain.
Monday, May 21, 2007
NUTS!
If you're just a common Joe, the title to this post means nothing to you. However, if you're a fan of the hit (and now cancelled) TV show "Jericho," you know EXACTLY what this means.
The cancellation of "Jericho" just goes to prove why CBS has not been a top-rate network for years. (That, and putting up with Dan Rather's shenanigans for years.) While the show wasn't the best-written drama on TV, the quality of the acting was excellent, and it was refreshingly original. It received great Nielsen ratings in the fall, until it was murdered by scheduling choices made by network execs. (Hopefully, soon exes.) In fact, courtesy NJ.com:
Viewers simply won't watch reruns of heavily-serialized shows anymore, and when networks just take them off the air for weeks -- or, in the case of "Jericho," three months -- at a stretch to avoid repeats, the audience often forgets to come back.
Network suits spent a lot of Upfront Week talking about how they need to do a better job about this in the future. The head of CBS, (Nina Tassler) admitting that she and her colleagues ruined "Jericho" with the scheduling, planned to hold back her most serialized show, "Swingtown," until mid season...
Translation: "Oops. We made a huge boo-boo. We hadn't the slightest clue how to promote and schedule a show, so we took our top-rated rookie show and flushed it down the toilet like yesterday's goldfish. ...I think we need a plunger."
So YOU killed this drama, along with your ENTIRE line-up of the 2006-7 season, and you stand by your decision? Obviously, you do, because you've hung up on fans making phone calls, returned unread e-mails, and refused delivery of letters from those who want to express their wish that an hour of entertainment is returned to them.
What a great way to run a multi-billion dollar organization.
The cancellation of "Jericho" just goes to prove why CBS has not been a top-rate network for years. (That, and putting up with Dan Rather's shenanigans for years.) While the show wasn't the best-written drama on TV, the quality of the acting was excellent, and it was refreshingly original. It received great Nielsen ratings in the fall, until it was murdered by scheduling choices made by network execs. (Hopefully, soon exes.) In fact, courtesy NJ.com:
Viewers simply won't watch reruns of heavily-serialized shows anymore, and when networks just take them off the air for weeks -- or, in the case of "Jericho," three months -- at a stretch to avoid repeats, the audience often forgets to come back.
Network suits spent a lot of Upfront Week talking about how they need to do a better job about this in the future. The head of CBS, (Nina Tassler) admitting that she and her colleagues ruined "Jericho" with the scheduling, planned to hold back her most serialized show, "Swingtown," until mid season...
Translation: "Oops. We made a huge boo-boo. We hadn't the slightest clue how to promote and schedule a show, so we took our top-rated rookie show and flushed it down the toilet like yesterday's goldfish. ...I think we need a plunger."
So YOU killed this drama, along with your ENTIRE line-up of the 2006-7 season, and you stand by your decision? Obviously, you do, because you've hung up on fans making phone calls, returned unread e-mails, and refused delivery of letters from those who want to express their wish that an hour of entertainment is returned to them.
What a great way to run a multi-billion dollar organization.
Saturday, May 19, 2007
Travel for the gifted
The following is an example of the type of posts you may regularly see on "Nullum Cerebellum Bumboli."
Today, while driving home from shopping, my wife and I observed a couple people on a property being developed for a new church building, standing next to a custom touring bus, much like a Greyhound. The bus had been bought by the church a number of years ago, and apparently, this pair was attempting to move it. The problem was, they couldn't get into it, as they were both PUSHING on the door.
A bus door ALWAYS opens outward; therefore, one must PULL in order to gain entrance...
"How many parishioners does it take to get into a bus?"
The site transformation takes place in 4 more posts, following the most current presentation of the STUPIES! Stay tuned and enjoy!
Today, while driving home from shopping, my wife and I observed a couple people on a property being developed for a new church building, standing next to a custom touring bus, much like a Greyhound. The bus had been bought by the church a number of years ago, and apparently, this pair was attempting to move it. The problem was, they couldn't get into it, as they were both PUSHING on the door.
A bus door ALWAYS opens outward; therefore, one must PULL in order to gain entrance...
"How many parishioners does it take to get into a bus?"
The site transformation takes place in 4 more posts, following the most current presentation of the STUPIES! Stay tuned and enjoy!
Thursday, May 17, 2007
2nd Today: English as a Partial Language
Tuesday, I was completing a delivery on my route. The product was received, the invoice was signed... I was getting ready to jump back into my truck which was parked alongside the road, when a huge semi heading the other way slowed way down. The driver, of... foreign descent, rolled down his window and waved to me. "Delivery?" he uttered in broken English.
Not sure if I had heard him correctly, I asked, "I'm sorry, what?"
"Delivery?" he repeated.
"Delivery for whom?" I stammered.
Again, with a small gesture, and more emphatically, he quizzed, "Delivery?"
OK, so he knows the word "Delivery." Great.
I was at a complete loss. "Who are you looking for?"
Frustrated, he dismissed me with a huff and a slight wave of the hand, and drove away.
I'm guessing that somebody didn't get their delivery that day.
Not sure if I had heard him correctly, I asked, "I'm sorry, what?"
"Delivery?" he repeated.
"Delivery for whom?" I stammered.
Again, with a small gesture, and more emphatically, he quizzed, "Delivery?"
OK, so he knows the word "Delivery." Great.
I was at a complete loss. "Who are you looking for?"
Frustrated, he dismissed me with a huff and a slight wave of the hand, and drove away.
I'm guessing that somebody didn't get their delivery that day.
Portable pool?
Sometimes, you see something that in and of itself isn't odd or funny, but then it's in the wrong place...
Today, I saw a sign that read:
DANGER
Shallow water, no diving.
Diving can cause serious injury or death.
OK, fine. Makes sense. However, the location of said sign was strange--
...On the back door of a Ford cargo van.
On the road again... I just can't wait to swim on the road again...
Today, I saw a sign that read:
DANGER
Shallow water, no diving.
Diving can cause serious injury or death.
OK, fine. Makes sense. However, the location of said sign was strange--
...On the back door of a Ford cargo van.
On the road again... I just can't wait to swim on the road again...
Sunday, May 13, 2007
Football in mouth disease
Whenever sports takes precedence over things that really matter, the end result is always stupidity. Check out the latest from the AP as the presidential race heats up...
Brownback Feels the Heat After Dissing Favre
By SCOTT BAUER
AP
LAKE GENEVA, Wis. (May 12) - Note to Sen. Sam Brownback: In Packerland, it's not cool to diss Brett Favre.
The GOP presidential hopeful drew boos and groans Friday at the Wisconsin Republican Party convention when he used a football analogy to talk about the need to focus on families. "This is fundamental blocking and tackling," he said. "This is your line in football. If you don't have a line, how many passes can (Indianapolis Colts QB) Peyton Manning complete? Greatest quarterback, maybe, in NFL history." Oops, wrong team to mention in Wisconsin...
Realizing what he had said, the Kansas Republican slumped at the podium and put his head in his hands. "That's really bad," he said. "That will go down in history. I apologize."
His apology brought a smattering of applause and laughter. He tried to recover, saying former Packer Bart Starr may be the greatest of all time, but the crowd was still restless. "Let's take Favre then," Brownback said. "The Packers are great. I'm sorry. How many passes does he complete without a line?" "All of them!" more than one person yelled from the back. "I'm not sure how I recover from this," Brownback said.
No, I don't necessarily count Sen. Brownback's comments as a verbal boo-boo. The stupidity recognition goes to the AP, who have successfully editorialized the speech, making Brownback look like an idiot, and misconstruing his point of view. Besides, sorry, fans, Favre is NOT the greatest QB ever. But I digress.
Look, it's no big deal! People use analogies all the time, and the reason is to illustrate an important concept. The focal point is NOT the imagery itself. While I'm not necessarily a Brownback supporter, I agree with his position on the nuclear family.
Oh, God, I said "nuclear." I guess the press can accurately portray me as an environmental enemy, a backer of Iran's ideologies and a Reagan reminiscer. This post will go down in history.
Brownback Feels the Heat After Dissing Favre
By SCOTT BAUER
AP
LAKE GENEVA, Wis. (May 12) - Note to Sen. Sam Brownback: In Packerland, it's not cool to diss Brett Favre.
The GOP presidential hopeful drew boos and groans Friday at the Wisconsin Republican Party convention when he used a football analogy to talk about the need to focus on families. "This is fundamental blocking and tackling," he said. "This is your line in football. If you don't have a line, how many passes can (Indianapolis Colts QB) Peyton Manning complete? Greatest quarterback, maybe, in NFL history." Oops, wrong team to mention in Wisconsin...
Realizing what he had said, the Kansas Republican slumped at the podium and put his head in his hands. "That's really bad," he said. "That will go down in history. I apologize."
His apology brought a smattering of applause and laughter. He tried to recover, saying former Packer Bart Starr may be the greatest of all time, but the crowd was still restless. "Let's take Favre then," Brownback said. "The Packers are great. I'm sorry. How many passes does he complete without a line?" "All of them!" more than one person yelled from the back. "I'm not sure how I recover from this," Brownback said.
No, I don't necessarily count Sen. Brownback's comments as a verbal boo-boo. The stupidity recognition goes to the AP, who have successfully editorialized the speech, making Brownback look like an idiot, and misconstruing his point of view. Besides, sorry, fans, Favre is NOT the greatest QB ever. But I digress.
Look, it's no big deal! People use analogies all the time, and the reason is to illustrate an important concept. The focal point is NOT the imagery itself. While I'm not necessarily a Brownback supporter, I agree with his position on the nuclear family.
Oh, God, I said "nuclear." I guess the press can accurately portray me as an environmental enemy, a backer of Iran's ideologies and a Reagan reminiscer. This post will go down in history.
Tuesday, May 08, 2007
Money'll buy you a lawyer, but not sympathy
Oh, boo-hoo-hooey. Paris is going to jail. One boozed cruise too many, it seems. While in general I don't give a rip about Ms. Hilton's life, I have to post her comments, as well as her lawyer's and mother's. After all, it's stupidity!
Paris Hilton Sentenced to 45 Days in Jail
Heiress Must Report to Prison on June 5
By BY DAISY NGUYEN, AP
LOS ANGELES (May 5) -- Paris Hilton worked as a farmer and maid on her TV show "The Simple Life." Now she's facing a real-life hardship in her latest role: jail inmate.
Hilton, who parlayed her name and relentless partying into worldwide notoriety, was sentenced Friday to 45 days in county jail for violating probation in an alcohol-related reckless driving case by driving with a suspended license. As an inmate, she might have to spend most of her day in a cell smaller than her closet - her only luxury escape a short period to shower, watch TV, exercise or talk on the phone.
"I'm very sorry and from now on I'm going to pay complete attention to everything. I'm sorry and I did not do it on purpose at all," Hilton, 26, told a judge before the sentencing.
Her mother was visibly upset. "This is pathetic and disgusting, a waste of taxpayer money with all this nonsense. This is a joke," Kathy Hilton said of the judge's decision.
Defense attorney Howard Weitzman said he would appeal. "I'm shocked, I'm surprised and really disheartened in the system that I've worked in for close to 40 years," Weitzman said. He said the sentence was "uncalled for, inappropriate and bordered on the ludicrous."
Hilton pleaded no contest in January to reckless driving stemming from a Sept. 7 arrest in Hollywood. Police said she appeared intoxicated and failed a field sobriety test. She had a blood-alcohol level of .08 percent, the level at which an adult driver is in violation of the law. She was sentenced to 36 months probation, alcohol education and $1,500 in fines. Two other traffic stops and failure to enroll in a mandated alcohol education program landed her back in court.
Let the scoffing begin!
"From now on, I'm going to pay complete attention to everything." Because apparently, nothing was worth paying attention to before. Like all the pedestrians and other motorists sharing the road as you're blasted out of your empty little skull.
"...A waste of taxpayer money with all this nonsense," says dear old Mommy. Right. Because cleaning up disintegrated cars and mangled bodies is cheap for cities to do!
"I'm surprised... in the system I've worked in close to 40 years." What kind of system are you used to, Howie? The rest of us observe the justice system.
"(The sentence is) uncalled for..." Sure it is! After all, us regular Joe Shmoes should get put away when we drive drunk, but a little rich girl who dabbles in shameless porn and excess is privileged, therefore, she doesn't deserve to be held accountable!
FREAKIN' UNREAL.
Paris Hilton Sentenced to 45 Days in Jail
Heiress Must Report to Prison on June 5
By BY DAISY NGUYEN, AP
LOS ANGELES (May 5) -- Paris Hilton worked as a farmer and maid on her TV show "The Simple Life." Now she's facing a real-life hardship in her latest role: jail inmate.
Hilton, who parlayed her name and relentless partying into worldwide notoriety, was sentenced Friday to 45 days in county jail for violating probation in an alcohol-related reckless driving case by driving with a suspended license. As an inmate, she might have to spend most of her day in a cell smaller than her closet - her only luxury escape a short period to shower, watch TV, exercise or talk on the phone.
"I'm very sorry and from now on I'm going to pay complete attention to everything. I'm sorry and I did not do it on purpose at all," Hilton, 26, told a judge before the sentencing.
Her mother was visibly upset. "This is pathetic and disgusting, a waste of taxpayer money with all this nonsense. This is a joke," Kathy Hilton said of the judge's decision.
Defense attorney Howard Weitzman said he would appeal. "I'm shocked, I'm surprised and really disheartened in the system that I've worked in for close to 40 years," Weitzman said. He said the sentence was "uncalled for, inappropriate and bordered on the ludicrous."
Hilton pleaded no contest in January to reckless driving stemming from a Sept. 7 arrest in Hollywood. Police said she appeared intoxicated and failed a field sobriety test. She had a blood-alcohol level of .08 percent, the level at which an adult driver is in violation of the law. She was sentenced to 36 months probation, alcohol education and $1,500 in fines. Two other traffic stops and failure to enroll in a mandated alcohol education program landed her back in court.
Let the scoffing begin!
"From now on, I'm going to pay complete attention to everything." Because apparently, nothing was worth paying attention to before. Like all the pedestrians and other motorists sharing the road as you're blasted out of your empty little skull.
"...A waste of taxpayer money with all this nonsense," says dear old Mommy. Right. Because cleaning up disintegrated cars and mangled bodies is cheap for cities to do!
"I'm surprised... in the system I've worked in close to 40 years." What kind of system are you used to, Howie? The rest of us observe the justice system.
"(The sentence is) uncalled for..." Sure it is! After all, us regular Joe Shmoes should get put away when we drive drunk, but a little rich girl who dabbles in shameless porn and excess is privileged, therefore, she doesn't deserve to be held accountable!
FREAKIN' UNREAL.
Monday, May 07, 2007
ADD chat rooms
My wife had found a wonderful event for our entire family to enjoy this last weekend. In a chat room she checks out regularly, someone informed readers of a Lenape (Native American) Pow-wow taking place in Allentown, PA, and attached a link to the site of the Museum of Indian Culture, on whose grounds the pow-wow was happening. The MoIC site even included directions and a map. No sooner had the guy posted the info, when a lady responded, "Sounds great! Where is this going to be?"
I guess we didn't see her this last weekend...
I guess we didn't see her this last weekend...
Thursday, May 03, 2007
Seriously. I'm NOT making this up.
Today, I was making a beverage delivery to the receiving department of a local Kmart. After the receiver checked me in, I went to take the product to the sales floor. Why I decided to look up toward the ceiling, I don't know; but am I glad I did! Posted near the rafters 10 feet above the door was the following professionally-done sign:
For Your Own Protection
PLEASE
No Sky Diving
In This Building.
WTH??????
For Your Own Protection
PLEASE
No Sky Diving
In This Building.
WTH??????
Saturday, April 28, 2007
Something to sleep on
My wife and I just recently purchased a new mattress/box spring set. Even the sleep industry has taken an intellectual snooze when printing up the warranty and mattress care guide!
Easy steps for rotating your turn-free mattress-- if you want to...
Wait a minute. ROTATING a TURN-FREE mattress? Isn't this a bit of an oxymoron?
Rotation #1: First, rotate mattress counter-clockwise 1/2 turn. Then realign mattress with foundation.
...Because rotating clockwise won't help, right? Also, I guess rotating the mattress a full turn is pretty much useless...
Rotation #3: Rotate mattress again 1/2 turn counter-clockwise. Then realign mattress with foundation.
...What happened to rotation #2? And why couldn't you just say, "Repeat rotation #1 as needed"?
Duh! Looks like someone doped up on Lunesta when concocting this pamphlet!
Easy steps for rotating your turn-free mattress-- if you want to...
Wait a minute. ROTATING a TURN-FREE mattress? Isn't this a bit of an oxymoron?
Rotation #1: First, rotate mattress counter-clockwise 1/2 turn. Then realign mattress with foundation.
...Because rotating clockwise won't help, right? Also, I guess rotating the mattress a full turn is pretty much useless...
Rotation #3: Rotate mattress again 1/2 turn counter-clockwise. Then realign mattress with foundation.
...What happened to rotation #2? And why couldn't you just say, "Repeat rotation #1 as needed"?
Duh! Looks like someone doped up on Lunesta when concocting this pamphlet!
Thursday, April 26, 2007
2nd today: Mental Mishap Murders Marked Man
(Catchy title, huh? Think it's New York Post worthy?)
More proof that thinking is a lost art, courtesy of the Scranton Times-Tribune.
Suspect: I didn’t think plot to kill would lead to death
BY MEGAN REITER
A local woman admitted to police that she never thought a plan concocted to kill her husband actually would lead to his death, according to testimony at a preliminary hearing Wednesday.
Patricia Luyster, 37, and her daughter, Clarissa, 17, are charged with criminal homicide and conspiracy to commit murder for the death of Ronald Luyster, 41, Mrs. Luyster’s husband and Clarissa’s father.
Cody Steich, 18, is charged with shooting Mr. Luyster once in the chest on April 14... where Mrs. Luyster and Ms. Luyster live.
Trooper Patrick Zirpoli, a criminal investigator, interrogated Mrs. Luyster. He read from her statement that she talked about killing her husband with Mr. Steich and her daughter for two weeks prior to his death. She knew Mr. Steich had a gun, “but didn’t think he’d do anything.”
Well, huh-huh-hh, mmm, gwarsh golly-gee! Muh teeny weeny brain din't figger that one out! Gee. I wanted to kill him, but I didn't want him to actually die!
A mind is a terrible thing to waste. And it must be stopped, before I kill someone. ...Else...
More proof that thinking is a lost art, courtesy of the Scranton Times-Tribune.
Suspect: I didn’t think plot to kill would lead to death
BY MEGAN REITER
A local woman admitted to police that she never thought a plan concocted to kill her husband actually would lead to his death, according to testimony at a preliminary hearing Wednesday.
Patricia Luyster, 37, and her daughter, Clarissa, 17, are charged with criminal homicide and conspiracy to commit murder for the death of Ronald Luyster, 41, Mrs. Luyster’s husband and Clarissa’s father.
Cody Steich, 18, is charged with shooting Mr. Luyster once in the chest on April 14... where Mrs. Luyster and Ms. Luyster live.
Trooper Patrick Zirpoli, a criminal investigator, interrogated Mrs. Luyster. He read from her statement that she talked about killing her husband with Mr. Steich and her daughter for two weeks prior to his death. She knew Mr. Steich had a gun, “but didn’t think he’d do anything.”
Well, huh-huh-hh, mmm, gwarsh golly-gee! Muh teeny weeny brain din't figger that one out! Gee. I wanted to kill him, but I didn't want him to actually die!
A mind is a terrible thing to waste. And it must be stopped, before I kill someone. ...Else...
Look out, lucky singles!!!
Stop surfing those online dating services! Don't call that personal ad! Give up on the bar scene! The classiest of the class are right here in Northeast PA!
Our local arts and entertainment weekly has a regular feature called "Model/Man of the Week." While I'm not sure about the criterion to getting oneself chosen to such a role, it definitely is an eye-opener.
Accompanying a full-page photo is a very short bio and a series of questions answered by the wanton guy and gal. This week, The Weekender asked Melissa Gibblets, (makes me think of Thanksgiving dinner) age 30, "What does the opposite sex need to do to impress you?"
Answer: "They need to be able to hold an intelligent conversation with me... Or play guitar."
Translation: I'd like to date Stephen Hawking. Or "Fletch" from "The Space Gorillas." Whatever.
Don't despair, ladies! We've got a catch for you, too! D.J. Giancola, 21, responds to the query, "What smell turns you on?" with "Old sweaty socks."
Great. A gym bum who never washes his clothes or bathes.
Thank GOD I'm married!
Our local arts and entertainment weekly has a regular feature called "Model/Man of the Week." While I'm not sure about the criterion to getting oneself chosen to such a role, it definitely is an eye-opener.
Accompanying a full-page photo is a very short bio and a series of questions answered by the wanton guy and gal. This week, The Weekender asked Melissa Gibblets, (makes me think of Thanksgiving dinner) age 30, "What does the opposite sex need to do to impress you?"
Answer: "They need to be able to hold an intelligent conversation with me... Or play guitar."
Translation: I'd like to date Stephen Hawking. Or "Fletch" from "The Space Gorillas." Whatever.
Don't despair, ladies! We've got a catch for you, too! D.J. Giancola, 21, responds to the query, "What smell turns you on?" with "Old sweaty socks."
Great. A gym bum who never washes his clothes or bathes.
Thank GOD I'm married!
Friday, April 20, 2007
Education at its most unsanitary
Talk about hands-on learning about health hazards!
Our local library's children's department features a lot of programs and events for our kids, which normally is great. However, the most recent E-mail notice they sent us really wrinkled my nose...
Worm Composting
Presented by the Penn State Cooperative Extension
Help build a worm composting bin!
Bring in your food scraps
to feed to the worms!
Bin will remain in the lobby all week.
All ages
Tuesday, May 1, 4:00pm
Lackawanna County Children’s Library
Free registration
What nit-wit thought this was a great idea? Bring your garbage to a public institution? Why not just feed the worms in your home garden?
The thing I love the most about this... "Bin will remain in the lobby all week." Oh, yuck. So every time you go to the library that week, you have to listen to your kids whine, "Phew! What's that yucky smell???"
Hello, 4-1-1? Can I please have the number for the Department of Public Health?
Our local library's children's department features a lot of programs and events for our kids, which normally is great. However, the most recent E-mail notice they sent us really wrinkled my nose...
Worm Composting
Presented by the Penn State Cooperative Extension
Help build a worm composting bin!
Bring in your food scraps
to feed to the worms!
Bin will remain in the lobby all week.
All ages
Tuesday, May 1, 4:00pm
Lackawanna County Children’s Library
Free registration
What nit-wit thought this was a great idea? Bring your garbage to a public institution? Why not just feed the worms in your home garden?
The thing I love the most about this... "Bin will remain in the lobby all week." Oh, yuck. So every time you go to the library that week, you have to listen to your kids whine, "Phew! What's that yucky smell???"
Hello, 4-1-1? Can I please have the number for the Department of Public Health?
Tuesday, April 17, 2007
2nd today: Paula Abdubl-bl-bluh-bla!
I really do enjoy the popular show "American Idol," especially as a lyricist/musician, analyzing the talent. (Or, in Sanjaya's case, a lack thereof. But I digress.) However, the constant blathering by the judges sometimes gives me cerebral discomfort.
Last Tuesday, after contestant Jordin Sparks offered her musical contribution, Paula tried-- feebly-- to express her approval, amazement and appreciation. "You know, you-- wow, just look at you... You know, you're... you're just... YOU..."
Yep. Last time I checked!
You're you. Therefore you are.
Last Tuesday, after contestant Jordin Sparks offered her musical contribution, Paula tried-- feebly-- to express her approval, amazement and appreciation. "You know, you-- wow, just look at you... You know, you're... you're just... YOU..."
Yep. Last time I checked!
You're you. Therefore you are.
We interrupt this normally stupid blog...
To bring you a laugh courtesy of my family... It's not stupid, just cute!
Whenever I come home from a day of delivering beverages, I'm always greeted by my very enthusiastic children, including my youngest, 3-year-old "Nugget," as we nick-named him. (Don't ask.) After the initial audible burst of "DADDY!!!", I sat in my favorite chair with a highball while the kids went upstairs to play.
A few minutes passed, and Nugget came bounding (literally) downstairs and saw me again, and called out, "Oh! Hi dere, Mommy!" (You know how kids can often be somewhat dyslexic.)
I chuckled, "I'm Daddy!"
Without missing a beat, he replied, "OK. I'm Nugget!"
Did I just walk into an AA meeting? Or... Just how much brandy did I pour into this glass?
Whenever I come home from a day of delivering beverages, I'm always greeted by my very enthusiastic children, including my youngest, 3-year-old "Nugget," as we nick-named him. (Don't ask.) After the initial audible burst of "DADDY!!!", I sat in my favorite chair with a highball while the kids went upstairs to play.
A few minutes passed, and Nugget came bounding (literally) downstairs and saw me again, and called out, "Oh! Hi dere, Mommy!" (You know how kids can often be somewhat dyslexic.)
I chuckled, "I'm Daddy!"
Without missing a beat, he replied, "OK. I'm Nugget!"
Did I just walk into an AA meeting? Or... Just how much brandy did I pour into this glass?
Monday, April 16, 2007
Take it or leave
More proof that when people have nothing else to talk about, they talk about the weather.
Northeastern PA is getting hit by a large Nor'easter. Considering what others are experiencing, we here in this neck of the woods are making out rather well. There's 3"+ of rain, 6" + of sloppy snow, and lots of wind. (At least it's not the Blizzard of '96!)
WNEP.com has once again fed the frenzy by going out, seeking comments from area citizens about what they think about the storm.
"It's spring. We don't need it..."
"It's crazy. It's nuts for April..."
Howard O'Connor goes a bit too far with it, even though he's trying to put a positive spin on it.
"The Lord sent (the snow). We'll take it..."
I'd hate to be around this guy if he lived in other climates/locales.
SoCal: "The Lord sent the lightning that sparked a forest fire and burned down our entire housing community. We'll take it."
Kansas: "The Lord sent that tornado through my trailer park. We'll take it."
San Fran: "The Lord sent the earthquake that caused 8 million people to fall into the Pacific. We'll take it."
Oswego, NY: "The Lord sent 450" of snow. We'll take it. Never mind my roof."
Indonesia: "The Lord sent that 30' wall of water. We'll take it."
Howard O'Connor, you are the ignorant recipient of another "Just shut up" STUPIE!
17 more posts, and this site will officially become "Nullum Cerebellum Bumboli," which will incorporate non-verbal expressions of stupidity! Stay tuned!
Northeastern PA is getting hit by a large Nor'easter. Considering what others are experiencing, we here in this neck of the woods are making out rather well. There's 3"+ of rain, 6" + of sloppy snow, and lots of wind. (At least it's not the Blizzard of '96!)
WNEP.com has once again fed the frenzy by going out, seeking comments from area citizens about what they think about the storm.
"It's spring. We don't need it..."
"It's crazy. It's nuts for April..."
Howard O'Connor goes a bit too far with it, even though he's trying to put a positive spin on it.
"The Lord sent (the snow). We'll take it..."
I'd hate to be around this guy if he lived in other climates/locales.
SoCal: "The Lord sent the lightning that sparked a forest fire and burned down our entire housing community. We'll take it."
Kansas: "The Lord sent that tornado through my trailer park. We'll take it."
San Fran: "The Lord sent the earthquake that caused 8 million people to fall into the Pacific. We'll take it."
Oswego, NY: "The Lord sent 450" of snow. We'll take it. Never mind my roof."
Indonesia: "The Lord sent that 30' wall of water. We'll take it."
Howard O'Connor, you are the ignorant recipient of another "Just shut up" STUPIE!
17 more posts, and this site will officially become "Nullum Cerebellum Bumboli," which will incorporate non-verbal expressions of stupidity! Stay tuned!
Sunday, April 15, 2007
Don't Git-R-Done
Today's post comes from the syndicated column "News Quirks," compiled by Roland Sweet from nation-wide press clippings... An asterisk (*) indicates an interjected thought, which I will state at the conclusion of this idiom of idleness.
Ex-Employee of the Month
After her employer told Emmalee Bauer, 25, to stop using company time to make entries in her personal, handwritten journal, she began recording the journal on her company computer. The Des Moines Register reported that during the next several months, Bauer composed a book-length document of 300 single-spaced pages detailing her effort to avoid work, which, besides keeping the journal, included shopping online, playing games, and reading message boards. "This typing thing seems to be doing the trick," she wrote. "It just looks like I am hard at work on something very important." She also wrote, "I am only here for the money * and, lately, for the printer access. *"
A supervisor discovered the journal and fired Bauer for misuse of company time. Bauer disputed her firing, insisting that the journal helped her deal with anxiety and frustration *. Administrative Law Judge Susan Ackerman denied her request for unemployment benefits, declaring that the journal demonstrated a refusal to work, as well as Bauer's "amusement at getting away with it."
First thought: "I'm only here for the money.." Fine. You don't like your job? Go find a better one. After all, to keep this journal going, you need to buy pens, paper, an ISP, whatever...
Next: "...Printer access"??? You couldn't be satisfied with keeping your literary laziness in a hard-drive file? Now your book-sized story of sloth is so much easier for your superiors to find!
Finally, Anxiety about what? Getting caught? Putting food on the table? Paying bills? Actually finding satisfaction in your personal accomplishments?
It's people like this that President Clinton had in mind when he developed welfare reform to eliminate abuses of the system... ...Which still continue today. (I hear the Oompa-loompa song in the background...)
Ex-Employee of the Month
After her employer told Emmalee Bauer, 25, to stop using company time to make entries in her personal, handwritten journal, she began recording the journal on her company computer. The Des Moines Register reported that during the next several months, Bauer composed a book-length document of 300 single-spaced pages detailing her effort to avoid work, which, besides keeping the journal, included shopping online, playing games, and reading message boards. "This typing thing seems to be doing the trick," she wrote. "It just looks like I am hard at work on something very important." She also wrote, "I am only here for the money * and, lately, for the printer access. *"
A supervisor discovered the journal and fired Bauer for misuse of company time. Bauer disputed her firing, insisting that the journal helped her deal with anxiety and frustration *. Administrative Law Judge Susan Ackerman denied her request for unemployment benefits, declaring that the journal demonstrated a refusal to work, as well as Bauer's "amusement at getting away with it."
First thought: "I'm only here for the money.." Fine. You don't like your job? Go find a better one. After all, to keep this journal going, you need to buy pens, paper, an ISP, whatever...
Next: "...Printer access"??? You couldn't be satisfied with keeping your literary laziness in a hard-drive file? Now your book-sized story of sloth is so much easier for your superiors to find!
Finally, Anxiety about what? Getting caught? Putting food on the table? Paying bills? Actually finding satisfaction in your personal accomplishments?
It's people like this that President Clinton had in mind when he developed welfare reform to eliminate abuses of the system... ...Which still continue today. (I hear the Oompa-loompa song in the background...)
Saturday, April 14, 2007
Not for the dead, but the living
This evening, our family went to a local buffet-style restaurant. It was very crowded, and many families were eating after various church services. An older couple sat at the table directly behind my wife, and though we didn't intentionally eavesdrop, we could overhear their conversation.
The man was muttering about the service he and his family had just attended. "You know, that mass was OK, I guess... Well, I didn't care for the priest. It was pretty boring, actually. I mean, it didn't do anything for me. ...But the food afterwards was pretty good!"
His wife, out of a spirit of stunned disgust, replied, "Honey, it was a funeral."
I bet the service didn't do much for the deceased, either.
The man was muttering about the service he and his family had just attended. "You know, that mass was OK, I guess... Well, I didn't care for the priest. It was pretty boring, actually. I mean, it didn't do anything for me. ...But the food afterwards was pretty good!"
His wife, out of a spirit of stunned disgust, replied, "Honey, it was a funeral."
I bet the service didn't do much for the deceased, either.
Thursday, April 12, 2007
Speaking Hollywood-ese 101
Man, you hear enough of quotes like this, it's enough to give you a cerebral hemorrhage...
Celebrity guest Leeza Gibbons, appearing as one of the competitors to ABC's "Dancing With the Stars," had just been voted off on the results show this past Tuesday. Obviously, none of the stars want to lose, and it's hard to to accentuate the positive at such a time as this, but, my word! Is this all you can up with???
Upon asking her if she was disappointed she was leaving, Leeza smiled and vacantly blathered, "Well, as long as you show up for your life, you're a winner."
...Huh???
What in the name of Suzanne Sommers is that supposed to mean?
What a meathead.
Celebrity guest Leeza Gibbons, appearing as one of the competitors to ABC's "Dancing With the Stars," had just been voted off on the results show this past Tuesday. Obviously, none of the stars want to lose, and it's hard to to accentuate the positive at such a time as this, but, my word! Is this all you can up with???
Upon asking her if she was disappointed she was leaving, Leeza smiled and vacantly blathered, "Well, as long as you show up for your life, you're a winner."
...Huh???
What in the name of Suzanne Sommers is that supposed to mean?
What a meathead.
Wednesday, April 11, 2007
God: "A little help up here?"
As a former ordained minister, it drives me absolutely insane when people try to convince others that God needs help, or that they themselves know better than the Almighty...
I recently came across an advert for a Christian curriculum company. Their slogan emblazoned on the top of the flier: "Preserving God's Word through Christian education!"
Is that so? I'm surprised to learn that if it weren't for Christian ed, The Bible wouldn't mean a darned thing. So, Landmark Freedom Curriculum, if you know the Bible so well, perhaps you could explain the following passage found in Isaiah 40:7 to me...
"The grass withers and the flowers fall, but the Word of our God stands forever."
Hmm. So, God doesn't need my help?
I recently came across an advert for a Christian curriculum company. Their slogan emblazoned on the top of the flier: "Preserving God's Word through Christian education!"
Is that so? I'm surprised to learn that if it weren't for Christian ed, The Bible wouldn't mean a darned thing. So, Landmark Freedom Curriculum, if you know the Bible so well, perhaps you could explain the following passage found in Isaiah 40:7 to me...
"The grass withers and the flowers fall, but the Word of our God stands forever."
Hmm. So, God doesn't need my help?
Tuesday, April 10, 2007
Down in the, like, valley
Where oh where do these news agencies find people like this to interview???
The following comes from WNEP.com regarding a story on teaching area college students the importance of fire prevention and combating wildfires.
With low humidity and plenty of dry grass and leaves in the woods state forestry officials say the conditions are perfect for wild fires. Today college students learned how to handle and put out wild fires.
On state game lands near Allenwood, forestry officials prepared some Penn College students for a hands-on lesson. They got up close and personal with fire, learning how to contain and control it.
The controlled burns are carefully planned. Students stand at the perimeter of the burn to make sure flames don't jump the lines.
"You always have to worry about being safe because you don't know what the weather is going to do. It switches with the wind, so you have to, like, pretty much pay attention at all times, where you're at, what's behind you, what's in front of you," said student Katie Su McCaslin.
"Like, pretty much?"
Like, pretty much you're suffering from second-degree burns, chickie-boo.
The following comes from WNEP.com regarding a story on teaching area college students the importance of fire prevention and combating wildfires.
With low humidity and plenty of dry grass and leaves in the woods state forestry officials say the conditions are perfect for wild fires. Today college students learned how to handle and put out wild fires.
On state game lands near Allenwood, forestry officials prepared some Penn College students for a hands-on lesson. They got up close and personal with fire, learning how to contain and control it.
The controlled burns are carefully planned. Students stand at the perimeter of the burn to make sure flames don't jump the lines.
"You always have to worry about being safe because you don't know what the weather is going to do. It switches with the wind, so you have to, like, pretty much pay attention at all times, where you're at, what's behind you, what's in front of you," said student Katie Su McCaslin.
"Like, pretty much?"
Like, pretty much you're suffering from second-degree burns, chickie-boo.
Saturday, March 31, 2007
2nd today: Confusious without subtlety
After recently ingesting some Chinese take-out, I opened my fortune cookie to read, "You are about to become $8.95 poorer. ($6.95 if you had the buffet.)"
Imagine if Chinese fortune cookies came with every consumer service...
GAS STATION: "You are about to give our CEO a new Lexus."
POST OFFICE: "You'll never get a confirmation of this package being delivered, because it will be stuck under a conveyor belt in our Des Moines facility for the next 2 years."
IRS: "You're screwed."
TOLL ROADS: "Just wait til you see how many potholes are in our road next time."
INSURANCE COMPANY: "Get ready to choose a new family doctor next year, because we have no intention of paying your claim."
CREDIT CARD: "You're such a valued customer, your interest rate just went up to 30.99% APR."
CABLE COMPANY: "Tough luck. There's STILL nothing worth watching."
DOCTOR: "You have the sniffles? Ohh. Looks like we're gonna have to do a rectal exam."
Ooooh, what a feeling!
Imagine if Chinese fortune cookies came with every consumer service...
GAS STATION: "You are about to give our CEO a new Lexus."
POST OFFICE: "You'll never get a confirmation of this package being delivered, because it will be stuck under a conveyor belt in our Des Moines facility for the next 2 years."
IRS: "You're screwed."
TOLL ROADS: "Just wait til you see how many potholes are in our road next time."
INSURANCE COMPANY: "Get ready to choose a new family doctor next year, because we have no intention of paying your claim."
CREDIT CARD: "You're such a valued customer, your interest rate just went up to 30.99% APR."
CABLE COMPANY: "Tough luck. There's STILL nothing worth watching."
DOCTOR: "You have the sniffles? Ohh. Looks like we're gonna have to do a rectal exam."
Ooooh, what a feeling!
"Always," huh?
Webster's dictionary says:
Always \'ol-wez adv 1: at all times: INVARIABLY 2: FOREVER, PERPETUALLY
Having established that, I have a real problem with Verizon's latest ad campaign, "It's on..."
The ad flashes on the TV, "Always on" as a man voices, "It's on... Even when the power goes out!" Then, at the end of the ad in teeny, tiny sub-type, or, on the radio, in the legal disclaimer, "Length of service may vary depending on the length of power outage."
Well, then, that's NOT "always," IS IT!!!
Always \'ol-wez adv 1: at all times: INVARIABLY 2: FOREVER, PERPETUALLY
Having established that, I have a real problem with Verizon's latest ad campaign, "It's on..."
The ad flashes on the TV, "Always on" as a man voices, "It's on... Even when the power goes out!" Then, at the end of the ad in teeny, tiny sub-type, or, on the radio, in the legal disclaimer, "Length of service may vary depending on the length of power outage."
Well, then, that's NOT "always," IS IT!!!
Saturday, March 24, 2007
NOT your territory!
IMPORTANT DISCLAIMER:
Today's post is in regards to a gross error in judgment made by a spokesman from the Church of Jesus Christ/Latter-Day Saints. I am not "slamming" any one's faith; this is just another example about how the Church in America, regardless of denomination, brazenly enters realms that do NOT belong to them. If you are likely to be offended by this post, do not read on. However, it is my hope to stimulate rational thinking, and that the reader should realize that I am not "poking fun" at the LDS; rather, I am only pointing out that people should always keep church in its place and business in theirs.
Oh, come ON. You CAN'T be serious. Here's another case (from the AP) on... treading where angels fear to tread, pardon the pun.
Mormon church objects to angel T-shirt
TAYLORSVILLE, Utah - For a coffee shop, T-shirts of a Mormon angel with java flowing into his trumpet are selling well. But they don't have the blessing of religious leaders.
The shirts have upset the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. Not only is Moroni a revered figure — Mormons believe he appeared to church founder Joseph Smith — but LDS members are discouraged from drinking coffee.
The shirts show the angel Moroni, a male figure in a robe blowing a trumpet. The trumpet is turned up at an angle as coffee is poured in.
"They've been the best-selling T-shirts we've ever done," said Just Add Coffee co-owner Ed Beazer.
The church informed Beazer that the angel's image is a registered trademark.
"If they provide proof, we're going to comply," Beazer said. "We don't want to break any laws or anything."
Just Add Coffee put the image on greeting cards about a year ago and started selling the shirts before Christmas. Moroni also appeared in ads that caught the church's attention.
Church spokesman Scott Trotter said the image is a trademark.
"It was a spoof," Beazer said. "It was meant to be fun."
OK. Here's the low-down on this. First, if you are a practising member of the LDS church, you can't ingest caffeine, anyway. So why should a coffee house's advertisement technique get your undies in a bunch? It would be like my getting all contorted out of shape anytime someone uses the phrase, "Dancing with the devil."
Second, and most seriously, Scott Trotter has the audacity to attempt to put a revenue-yielding trademark on an angelic being? Gee, Scott, did you get Jesus's permission for that? I'm sure the powerful and ordained Moroni would just be thrilled to know that someone wants to use him for personal gain.
Just more proof that the church (again, REGARDLESS of denomination) needs to keep their pious noses out of the business world.
CLOSING DISCLAIMER:
Remember, this post was not an attempt to poke fun at a faith-group, rather to simply point out an error. When I have attained perfection, I will no longer post the stupid things I do and say.
Today's post is in regards to a gross error in judgment made by a spokesman from the Church of Jesus Christ/Latter-Day Saints. I am not "slamming" any one's faith; this is just another example about how the Church in America, regardless of denomination, brazenly enters realms that do NOT belong to them. If you are likely to be offended by this post, do not read on. However, it is my hope to stimulate rational thinking, and that the reader should realize that I am not "poking fun" at the LDS; rather, I am only pointing out that people should always keep church in its place and business in theirs.
Oh, come ON. You CAN'T be serious. Here's another case (from the AP) on... treading where angels fear to tread, pardon the pun.
Mormon church objects to angel T-shirt
TAYLORSVILLE, Utah - For a coffee shop, T-shirts of a Mormon angel with java flowing into his trumpet are selling well. But they don't have the blessing of religious leaders.
The shirts have upset the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. Not only is Moroni a revered figure — Mormons believe he appeared to church founder Joseph Smith — but LDS members are discouraged from drinking coffee.
The shirts show the angel Moroni, a male figure in a robe blowing a trumpet. The trumpet is turned up at an angle as coffee is poured in.
"They've been the best-selling T-shirts we've ever done," said Just Add Coffee co-owner Ed Beazer.
The church informed Beazer that the angel's image is a registered trademark.
"If they provide proof, we're going to comply," Beazer said. "We don't want to break any laws or anything."
Just Add Coffee put the image on greeting cards about a year ago and started selling the shirts before Christmas. Moroni also appeared in ads that caught the church's attention.
Church spokesman Scott Trotter said the image is a trademark.
"It was a spoof," Beazer said. "It was meant to be fun."
OK. Here's the low-down on this. First, if you are a practising member of the LDS church, you can't ingest caffeine, anyway. So why should a coffee house's advertisement technique get your undies in a bunch? It would be like my getting all contorted out of shape anytime someone uses the phrase, "Dancing with the devil."
Second, and most seriously, Scott Trotter has the audacity to attempt to put a revenue-yielding trademark on an angelic being? Gee, Scott, did you get Jesus's permission for that? I'm sure the powerful and ordained Moroni would just be thrilled to know that someone wants to use him for personal gain.
Just more proof that the church (again, REGARDLESS of denomination) needs to keep their pious noses out of the business world.
CLOSING DISCLAIMER:
Remember, this post was not an attempt to poke fun at a faith-group, rather to simply point out an error. When I have attained perfection, I will no longer post the stupid things I do and say.
Friday, March 23, 2007
Service with a shove out the door
I met my brother last night in Binghamton, NY (our old stomping grounds) at Cracker Barrel. Being that this was the first time we had seen each other in 3 years, we planned to enjoy our visit, with a nice dinner included.
We were courteously seated, and given menus. Immediately, the waitress asked, "Would you like something to drink, or do you know what you want?" After responding that we'd need a few minutes to look over the menu, the waitress left us alone. ...For all of 90 seconds. "Have you decided yet?"
This was our first indication that this particular eatery had adopted the "revolving door" theory to service. (In other words, get the people in, serve them promptly, get them out, get the next people in, etc...)
Because we are just that kind of people, bro and I decided to draw things out for as long as we possibly could. After all, the place was not very busy, and we had a lot of catching up to do!
After receiving our orders, the waitress approached us about every 5 minutes. "...Everything OK here? Can I get you anything else? How are you doing?" Despite our assurances that the food was good, and so on, she seemed rather unsettled that two middle-aged, semi-long-haired men would just sit around a dinner table and just talk. After about a half-hour, the odd-looking manager came out (he kind of reminded me of a shopkeeper in the Andy Griffith Show) and inquired, "Is everything OK here? Is it to your satisfaction?" He looked like he would faint if we had the slightest negative thing to say... I felt like saying something totally off the wall, like, "Well, you know, these seats really aren't that comfortable. I think I have a wedgie."
A scant 2 minutes later, our waitress returned. Again. "How is everything? Are you alright?"
(A confession, bro. I only ordered that apple pie just to annoy the bejeezus out of her. Mmmm... SCRUMPTIOUS! Pie always tastes better with someone seething nearby!)
My critique: cleanliness, 4.5 stars. Food, 3.5 stars. Customer Service Index: looks like somebody owes me a constellation of stars!
We were courteously seated, and given menus. Immediately, the waitress asked, "Would you like something to drink, or do you know what you want?" After responding that we'd need a few minutes to look over the menu, the waitress left us alone. ...For all of 90 seconds. "Have you decided yet?"
This was our first indication that this particular eatery had adopted the "revolving door" theory to service. (In other words, get the people in, serve them promptly, get them out, get the next people in, etc...)
Because we are just that kind of people, bro and I decided to draw things out for as long as we possibly could. After all, the place was not very busy, and we had a lot of catching up to do!
After receiving our orders, the waitress approached us about every 5 minutes. "...Everything OK here? Can I get you anything else? How are you doing?" Despite our assurances that the food was good, and so on, she seemed rather unsettled that two middle-aged, semi-long-haired men would just sit around a dinner table and just talk. After about a half-hour, the odd-looking manager came out (he kind of reminded me of a shopkeeper in the Andy Griffith Show) and inquired, "Is everything OK here? Is it to your satisfaction?" He looked like he would faint if we had the slightest negative thing to say... I felt like saying something totally off the wall, like, "Well, you know, these seats really aren't that comfortable. I think I have a wedgie."
A scant 2 minutes later, our waitress returned. Again. "How is everything? Are you alright?"
(A confession, bro. I only ordered that apple pie just to annoy the bejeezus out of her. Mmmm... SCRUMPTIOUS! Pie always tastes better with someone seething nearby!)
My critique: cleanliness, 4.5 stars. Food, 3.5 stars. Customer Service Index: looks like somebody owes me a constellation of stars!
Wednesday, March 21, 2007
And now, something for the kiddies
Recently, police in the small borough of Plymouth, PA made a drug bust and arrested a man for possession and intent to deliver. The man claimed the stuff was for him only, for medicinal purposes. Police seized 199, yes, 199 marijuana plants, plus several large garbage bags filled with dried leaves and a ton of equipment for lighting and irrigating. (Yeah, he was only using them "for making tea and taking baths in it.")
Uh-huh.
The funny picture captured by WNEP-16 news cameras was the inside of the Plymouth police barracks crammed full of pot plants, stacked neatly in many, many rows in front of a plain white wall, whose blandness was interrupted only by a bright red sign...
"NO SMOKING."
What an interesting correlation!
Brought to you by D.A.R.E....
Uh-huh.
The funny picture captured by WNEP-16 news cameras was the inside of the Plymouth police barracks crammed full of pot plants, stacked neatly in many, many rows in front of a plain white wall, whose blandness was interrupted only by a bright red sign...
"NO SMOKING."
What an interesting correlation!
Brought to you by D.A.R.E....
Monday, March 19, 2007
Ignorance is bliss. Arrogance is stupid. Beligerance is worthy of a slap upside the head.
As I was driving from delivery point to delivery point, I had to stop at a small deli in the hell that is Wilkes-Barre, PA. The street was cluttered with piles of snow from the 12" that fell last weekend, and it was much too dangerous to attempt backing out of their teensy parking lot onto a state road, so I parked in front of the entrance to the lot, seeing as how the deli had just opened up, and no customers had arrived yet. I quickly unloaded the goods, took the stuff inside, and exited the door, only to be met by the co-owner of the business, who was walking from her house just up the street. She asked of me, "Hi. If you wouldn't mind, I'd appreciate it if you wouldn't park in front of the lot. Just pull in next time."
Simple enough. "Oh, I'm sorry. Will do," I complied.
As if she didn't hear me, she continued. "Yeah, we really need to keep the entry way clear, so don't park right in front of the lot."
Again, I re-iterated, "No problem. I'll do that."
It was as if I were telling to go to heck. Now she started yelling, "I mean, what's wrong with you? Why would you park your truck there? Who do you think you are...?"
Basta ya! Having reached the breaking point, I jabbed, "I said, 'OK!' Now, that is enough!"
Still, she kept on berating me. Seeing that Jezebel had nothing on this loon, I turned my back and got into my truck, with her bellowing after me.
Sure, hold on one moment, ma'am, while I hop into my time machine, travel back to 3 minutes ago and magically cause my truck to not get pulled up in front of the parking lot.Oh, wait. I have to make sure I confer with Professor Hawking to make sure my mathematical/astral computations are correct, first.
Would you believe she had the audacity to call my boss and complain? Odd. My boss took my side.
Simple enough. "Oh, I'm sorry. Will do," I complied.
As if she didn't hear me, she continued. "Yeah, we really need to keep the entry way clear, so don't park right in front of the lot."
Again, I re-iterated, "No problem. I'll do that."
It was as if I were telling to go to heck. Now she started yelling, "I mean, what's wrong with you? Why would you park your truck there? Who do you think you are...?"
Basta ya! Having reached the breaking point, I jabbed, "I said, 'OK!' Now, that is enough!"
Still, she kept on berating me. Seeing that Jezebel had nothing on this loon, I turned my back and got into my truck, with her bellowing after me.
Sure, hold on one moment, ma'am, while I hop into my time machine, travel back to 3 minutes ago and magically cause my truck to not get pulled up in front of the parking lot.Oh, wait. I have to make sure I confer with Professor Hawking to make sure my mathematical/astral computations are correct, first.
Would you believe she had the audacity to call my boss and complain? Odd. My boss took my side.
Sunday, March 18, 2007
Much, much too late for that!
There's only one thing more maddening than someone who rashly acts out without thinking, and that's a someone who rashly acts out without thinking and then wonders if what they did was right or wrong.
The following excerpts come from an AP story about a twisted and unfortunate love triangle.
Affair With Teacher Leads to Slaying
By DUNCAN MANSFIELD
KNOXVILLE, Tenn. (March 17) - In a tragic twist to a familiar story, a teenager who had sex with his married 30-year-old teacher was fatally shot outside the woman's home, and authorities have charged the woman's husband.
"You see all this stuff with teachers involved with their students. It just comes up time after time on the national news," said Norman McLean, father of suspect Eric McLean. "Well, this is the first time where one has actually died over it." McClean's wife, Erin, had completed half of a one-year teaching internship at West High School, where she met the 18-year-old Sean Powell last fall.
Norman McLean said his son, once a percussionist in the University of Tennessee marching band, put his own academic career on hold to support his family while his wife of 11 years pursued a graduate teaching degree from the University of Tennessee. He has worked as a pizza deliveryman while taking classes at the university.
On the evening of March 10, (Eric) McLean called police to say an intruder was at the couple's home. About 7 minutes later, Erin... called back to say her husband had just shot Powell outside in the boy's car.
The attorney for Eric McLean, 31, acknowledges that McLean killed Powell. "So this trial is going to be about what really did happen and why _ not who," attorney Bruce Poston said. Poston said McLean is in a "state of shock. Like watching a deer caught in the headlights. Literally wondering, 'Have I made a decision that will ruin the rest of my life as well as others?'"
Gee, I don't know, Eric. I'm not sure Powell's family have had their lives shattered by your quick-tempered solution to the situation or not. Hmm. What do your cell-mates tell you???
The following excerpts come from an AP story about a twisted and unfortunate love triangle.
Affair With Teacher Leads to Slaying
By DUNCAN MANSFIELD
KNOXVILLE, Tenn. (March 17) - In a tragic twist to a familiar story, a teenager who had sex with his married 30-year-old teacher was fatally shot outside the woman's home, and authorities have charged the woman's husband.
"You see all this stuff with teachers involved with their students. It just comes up time after time on the national news," said Norman McLean, father of suspect Eric McLean. "Well, this is the first time where one has actually died over it." McClean's wife, Erin, had completed half of a one-year teaching internship at West High School, where she met the 18-year-old Sean Powell last fall.
Norman McLean said his son, once a percussionist in the University of Tennessee marching band, put his own academic career on hold to support his family while his wife of 11 years pursued a graduate teaching degree from the University of Tennessee. He has worked as a pizza deliveryman while taking classes at the university.
On the evening of March 10, (Eric) McLean called police to say an intruder was at the couple's home. About 7 minutes later, Erin... called back to say her husband had just shot Powell outside in the boy's car.
The attorney for Eric McLean, 31, acknowledges that McLean killed Powell. "So this trial is going to be about what really did happen and why _ not who," attorney Bruce Poston said. Poston said McLean is in a "state of shock. Like watching a deer caught in the headlights. Literally wondering, 'Have I made a decision that will ruin the rest of my life as well as others?'"
Gee, I don't know, Eric. I'm not sure Powell's family have had their lives shattered by your quick-tempered solution to the situation or not. Hmm. What do your cell-mates tell you???
Saturday, March 17, 2007
To pee or not to pee?
Strange things are afoot in the American skies... Thanks to the A-pee (ha!ha!) for this contribution of outstanding journalism. Or not.
Airline Apologizes to Man Who Urinated in Bag
AP
SALT LAKE CITY (March 17) - SkyWest Airlines apologized to a passenger who said he wasn't allowed to use the restroom during a one-hour flight and ended up urinating in an air-sickness bag.
James Whipple said he had two "really big beers" at the Boise, Idaho airport. While on a flight to Salt Lake City on March 7 he wanted to use the cabin restroom. The captain had declared it off-limits during the short flight because a light wasn't working. Whipple said he had used the cabin restroom before the plane departed but had to go again and finally reached for the air-sickness bag.
"It was like I had no choice," Whipple told The Salt Lake Tribune, which posted the story on its Web site Friday. No other passengers noticed Whipple using the bag, but a flight attendant asked him about it and told the captain, who called airport police.
Whipple was questioned and took a taxi home to Sandy, a Salt Lake City suburb. The airline sent him a letter of apology and a flight voucher, SkyWest spokeswoman Sabrena Suite-Mangum said Friday.
"You had no choice?" Oh, I see. So you were forcibly coerced into downing a couple of tall, cool ones before boarding?
I do have to applaud this man in his semi-inebriated state for his ingenuity. It beats urinating all over the floor, leaving the airline with a puddle to clean up. And, of course, the bag is "for motion discomfort!" After all, I'd be uncomfortable, too, with a couple of XXL brewskies sloshing around in my kidneys.
Airline Apologizes to Man Who Urinated in Bag
AP
SALT LAKE CITY (March 17) - SkyWest Airlines apologized to a passenger who said he wasn't allowed to use the restroom during a one-hour flight and ended up urinating in an air-sickness bag.
James Whipple said he had two "really big beers" at the Boise, Idaho airport. While on a flight to Salt Lake City on March 7 he wanted to use the cabin restroom. The captain had declared it off-limits during the short flight because a light wasn't working. Whipple said he had used the cabin restroom before the plane departed but had to go again and finally reached for the air-sickness bag.
"It was like I had no choice," Whipple told The Salt Lake Tribune, which posted the story on its Web site Friday. No other passengers noticed Whipple using the bag, but a flight attendant asked him about it and told the captain, who called airport police.
Whipple was questioned and took a taxi home to Sandy, a Salt Lake City suburb. The airline sent him a letter of apology and a flight voucher, SkyWest spokeswoman Sabrena Suite-Mangum said Friday.
"You had no choice?" Oh, I see. So you were forcibly coerced into downing a couple of tall, cool ones before boarding?
I do have to applaud this man in his semi-inebriated state for his ingenuity. It beats urinating all over the floor, leaving the airline with a puddle to clean up. And, of course, the bag is "for motion discomfort!" After all, I'd be uncomfortable, too, with a couple of XXL brewskies sloshing around in my kidneys.
Thursday, March 15, 2007
2nd today: Classic 7up or New 7up?
I delivered beverages to a nearby grocery store this last Wednesday. Not only am I responsible for bringing the product, but also for stocking the shelves at this store. They were bare! As such, when I wheeled out the goods onto the sales floor, many people asked me, "Could you hand me such-and-such?" ...Which I don't mind, so long as people aren't having a mental embolism. And they often do!
Case in point: I brought out 12-pack cans of Diet 7up. A lady asked me, "Do you have any of the regular diet 7up?" I offered her one of the 12-packs on my cart.
"No, I want the regular diet up."
Hesitantly, I stuttered, "This is it, ma'am."
She defied, "No, that has lemon in it."
Puzzled, but politely, I pointed, "Yes... Diet 7up has always had lemon in it."
Amazed, she did a double take and blurted, "Really???"
In an attempt to dissolve any tension, I said, "Yeah. I remember those ads when I was a kid, 'That great ly-mon taste.'" (Come to think of it, I think that's Sprite, but I know 7up always mentioned lemon and lime being in their drink.)
After a reflective pause, a sour expression crossed her face, and she shot, "Wow. I don't like lemon..."
Ah, yes, the Un-cola. Perfect for the un-aware.
Case in point: I brought out 12-pack cans of Diet 7up. A lady asked me, "Do you have any of the regular diet 7up?" I offered her one of the 12-packs on my cart.
"No, I want the regular diet up."
Hesitantly, I stuttered, "This is it, ma'am."
She defied, "No, that has lemon in it."
Puzzled, but politely, I pointed, "Yes... Diet 7up has always had lemon in it."
Amazed, she did a double take and blurted, "Really???"
In an attempt to dissolve any tension, I said, "Yeah. I remember those ads when I was a kid, 'That great ly-mon taste.'" (Come to think of it, I think that's Sprite, but I know 7up always mentioned lemon and lime being in their drink.)
After a reflective pause, a sour expression crossed her face, and she shot, "Wow. I don't like lemon..."
Ah, yes, the Un-cola. Perfect for the un-aware.
In honor of Brian Regan
In order to fully appreciate this, refer to www.brianregan.com.
Sometimes, we say things blindly, without any thought or cognisance. Yesterday, I encountered such an event.
I was completing a delivery, and upon getting the product checked in, I received the signature on the invoice from the store clerk. I closed by saying, "I appreciate it!"
"You too!"
Misuse of the "You too" phrase #314875923425.3856!
Just a few more posts before PSST goes under a major revamping! Starting with post #501, the name "People Say Stupid Things" will be changed to "Nullum Cerebellum Bumboli," which loosely translated, means "No More Brain Farts!" This way, we can expand our scorn on various expressions of stupidity, not just audible ones. Update your links!
Sometimes, we say things blindly, without any thought or cognisance. Yesterday, I encountered such an event.
I was completing a delivery, and upon getting the product checked in, I received the signature on the invoice from the store clerk. I closed by saying, "I appreciate it!"
"You too!"
Misuse of the "You too" phrase #314875923425.3856!
Just a few more posts before PSST goes under a major revamping! Starting with post #501, the name "People Say Stupid Things" will be changed to "Nullum Cerebellum Bumboli," which loosely translated, means "No More Brain Farts!" This way, we can expand our scorn on various expressions of stupidity, not just audible ones. Update your links!
Monday, March 12, 2007
Stink Patrick's Day
Have people nothing better to talk about? 'Parently not!
The city of Scranton, PA, hosted their big drunk-fest, er, I mean, St. Patty's parade this past Saturday. (Supposedly, it's the third-largest shamrock celebration in the nation.) Many folks--myself included-- don't really care to venture downtown on that day, because what once was a family event is now nothing but a big, unending kegger, with bars opening up at 9:00. AM. By the time the parade starts at 11:30, most spectators are more blasted than an alien in Space Invaders.
Our local news-station, WNEP-16, has a unique little feature on their website (wnep.com) called "Talkback Online," in which people can post threads about a variety of topics covered on the news. I expected discussion about the parade and its unpleasantries, but I didn't expect a certain specific to be hung out like dirty laundry, no pun intended. The following are excerpts of posts, verbatim.
"Does any one know what the smell at the parade was? It was all over town! It smelled like urine or strong smelling flowers." Wow. time to get your sniffer checked!
I was at work on Saturday and when we would go outside I kept on saying, what is that smell. It was very odd. I really thought that I was the only one that was smelling it. Maybe it was all of the Beer mixed in with that downtown Scranton smell. ...And how does downtown smell compared to, say, West side?
We smelled that funky smell, too. After walking for a while and smelling it often, we wondered if it was the sewers. Wait. We've gone from strong-smelling flowers to sewage?
I left work early because I could not stand to smell it and watch the behavior!
How can something smell like urine or strong flowers? I find this description confusing. Couldn't agree with you more!
I do not go to the parade, I watch it on tv, I smell nothing bad. ...Except yourself?
...and the smell, some people has cans of spray that smelled like skunk... Urine, skunk, flowers, what's the difference? Apparently, none!
Aaaaaall-righty, then. We have firmly established that Scranton reeks on Parade Day. But what a potpourri of descriptions about the odor!
My favorite post had nothing to do with the reported odiferousness, however...
I think the bars should not be allowed to open so early and sell the drinks as fast as possible and for people to become drunk and stupid.
Excuse me-- BECOME stupid? No, I'm sure they were stupid way before they arrived for the festivities. The alcohol definitely augments the lack of intelligence, however. So, more accurately, "...people to become drunk and stupider."
The city of Scranton, PA, hosted their big drunk-fest, er, I mean, St. Patty's parade this past Saturday. (Supposedly, it's the third-largest shamrock celebration in the nation.) Many folks--myself included-- don't really care to venture downtown on that day, because what once was a family event is now nothing but a big, unending kegger, with bars opening up at 9:00. AM. By the time the parade starts at 11:30, most spectators are more blasted than an alien in Space Invaders.
Our local news-station, WNEP-16, has a unique little feature on their website (wnep.com) called "Talkback Online," in which people can post threads about a variety of topics covered on the news. I expected discussion about the parade and its unpleasantries, but I didn't expect a certain specific to be hung out like dirty laundry, no pun intended. The following are excerpts of posts, verbatim.
"Does any one know what the smell at the parade was? It was all over town! It smelled like urine or strong smelling flowers." Wow. time to get your sniffer checked!
I was at work on Saturday and when we would go outside I kept on saying, what is that smell. It was very odd. I really thought that I was the only one that was smelling it. Maybe it was all of the Beer mixed in with that downtown Scranton smell. ...And how does downtown smell compared to, say, West side?
We smelled that funky smell, too. After walking for a while and smelling it often, we wondered if it was the sewers. Wait. We've gone from strong-smelling flowers to sewage?
I left work early because I could not stand to smell it and watch the behavior!
How can something smell like urine or strong flowers? I find this description confusing. Couldn't agree with you more!
I do not go to the parade, I watch it on tv, I smell nothing bad. ...Except yourself?
...and the smell, some people has cans of spray that smelled like skunk... Urine, skunk, flowers, what's the difference? Apparently, none!
Aaaaaall-righty, then. We have firmly established that Scranton reeks on Parade Day. But what a potpourri of descriptions about the odor!
My favorite post had nothing to do with the reported odiferousness, however...
I think the bars should not be allowed to open so early and sell the drinks as fast as possible and for people to become drunk and stupid.
Excuse me-- BECOME stupid? No, I'm sure they were stupid way before they arrived for the festivities. The alcohol definitely augments the lack of intelligence, however. So, more accurately, "...people to become drunk and stupider."
Wednesday, March 07, 2007
Nullum Ignoramus
I was in the midst of delivering product to a hole-in-the-wall convenient store in a tiny, rural town today. They have virtually no parking lot, so I had to place my truck in front of the diesel pump while I filled the cooler inside. Lo and behold, Redneck Rudy waltzes in the store and bellows, "Hey, is Canada Dry Dude almost done?"
Normally, I'd offer to move my truck, but not when faced with an intellectual vacuum accompanied with an attitude. (Also, where would I move it to?) Instead, I set down my product, and said to him, "I'll be done soon."
Foxworthy-wanna-be arrogantly quipped, "When?"
Irritated, I shot an apathetic "I don't know."
Not missing a beat, the cranial enigma spat, "How long is 'I don't know'?"
Don't have a strong grasp on the English language, do you, fella?
Normally, I'd offer to move my truck, but not when faced with an intellectual vacuum accompanied with an attitude. (Also, where would I move it to?) Instead, I set down my product, and said to him, "I'll be done soon."
Foxworthy-wanna-be arrogantly quipped, "When?"
Irritated, I shot an apathetic "I don't know."
Not missing a beat, the cranial enigma spat, "How long is 'I don't know'?"
Don't have a strong grasp on the English language, do you, fella?
Sunday, March 04, 2007
Wow! Double whammy!
Legal obviously needed to print the following info for a reason. Whoever fell victim to this stuff-- man, it sucks to be you!
Warning placed on Scotch brand Maximum Strength Adhesive:
DANGER: EXTREMELY FLAMMABLE EYE IRRITANT. Read carefully other precautions (in teeny, tiny type, I might add) on back panel.
AAAAGHHH! I can't read the back. My eye's on fire!!!
Warning placed on Scotch brand Maximum Strength Adhesive:
DANGER: EXTREMELY FLAMMABLE EYE IRRITANT. Read carefully other precautions (in teeny, tiny type, I might add) on back panel.
AAAAGHHH! I can't read the back. My eye's on fire!!!
Friday, March 02, 2007
How may I endanger you today?
Today I drove my beverage truck to an area grocery store (privately-owned) to make a delivery. I have one of those trucks that has bay doors on the side, as opposed to a big truck with a single door on the back. I had quite a lot of product, which my loaders had set in my truck on pallets. I entered the store, and asked the receiver if I could use their forklift to pull off the pallets and bring them inside the dock. Like a complete doofus, the receiver said, "Sure."
I say he's a doofus because he left out one VERY important piece of information. Read on.
I started the forklift, and proceeded off the dock toward my truck, which sat on a slight downward slope. As I attempted to position the lift accordingly, I suddenly found out what the missing piece of info was.
No brakes.
(A forklift typically weighs over a ton. The split-second prospect of hurtling toward a 10-ton truck on a 1-plus-ton lift was most unsettling, especially when it came to my physical well-being.)
So here I am, about to crash into my truck. All I had time to do was hold on and cut the wheel hard, so that I struck my truck with the side of the lift without doing any damage.
*KA-BOOM!!!*
I was unhurt, but quite agitated, as doofus came running out, hollering, "Hey! What are you doing???"
"What am I doing??" I raged. "Why didn't you tell me this piece of crap had no brakes?!?"
After a long, vacant pause, he muttered, "Oh, yeah, I should've told you..."
With help like this, I think I can safely assume this store is never going to be competing with the Kroger's of the world.
I say he's a doofus because he left out one VERY important piece of information. Read on.
I started the forklift, and proceeded off the dock toward my truck, which sat on a slight downward slope. As I attempted to position the lift accordingly, I suddenly found out what the missing piece of info was.
No brakes.
(A forklift typically weighs over a ton. The split-second prospect of hurtling toward a 10-ton truck on a 1-plus-ton lift was most unsettling, especially when it came to my physical well-being.)
So here I am, about to crash into my truck. All I had time to do was hold on and cut the wheel hard, so that I struck my truck with the side of the lift without doing any damage.
*KA-BOOM!!!*
I was unhurt, but quite agitated, as doofus came running out, hollering, "Hey! What are you doing???"
"What am I doing??" I raged. "Why didn't you tell me this piece of crap had no brakes?!?"
After a long, vacant pause, he muttered, "Oh, yeah, I should've told you..."
With help like this, I think I can safely assume this store is never going to be competing with the Kroger's of the world.
Thursday, March 01, 2007
Determined to destuction
Today's post comes from News Quirks, a compilation of news clippings by Roland Sweet. Where do they find these people???
Police who pulled over Patrick Allain, 35, for drunk driving in Manchester, NH, said the man continued drinking a 40-ounce bottle of beer while he was being arrested. "You can charge me with whatever you want," officers said he told them. "It's not going to stop me from drinking and driving."
TRIPLE WHAMMY!!!
1) "It's not going to stop me"??? The charges might, but incarceration will.
2) Yo, doughnut aficionados! Take the stinking bottle away from the dude!!!
3) Obviously, this guy has such an acute case of cranial rectosis that he doesn't care who he hurts/ maims/ endangers/ kills. I'm definitely not taking my family on a trip to Manchester!
As my grandfather once said, "Some people just need a good swift punch in the head..."
Police who pulled over Patrick Allain, 35, for drunk driving in Manchester, NH, said the man continued drinking a 40-ounce bottle of beer while he was being arrested. "You can charge me with whatever you want," officers said he told them. "It's not going to stop me from drinking and driving."
TRIPLE WHAMMY!!!
1) "It's not going to stop me"??? The charges might, but incarceration will.
2) Yo, doughnut aficionados! Take the stinking bottle away from the dude!!!
3) Obviously, this guy has such an acute case of cranial rectosis that he doesn't care who he hurts/ maims/ endangers/ kills. I'm definitely not taking my family on a trip to Manchester!
As my grandfather once said, "Some people just need a good swift punch in the head..."
Wednesday, February 28, 2007
Body language spoken LOUDLY
Today, after completing a delivery at a convenient store, I grabbed my hand-cart and prepared to leave. However, as I approached the door, a trio of friends were having a detailed conversation. I patiently waited a moment or two, but after failing to see them acknowledge me (or anyone else) wishing to access the door, I firmly but politely chirped, "Excuse me, please."
The cluster of companions still were too engrossed in their conversation, so I called out a little louder. This time, they looked at me, and moved themselves-- RIGHT IN FRONT OF THE DOORS in a straight line, so nobody could exit, or enter from the outside. Smooth move, Ex-lax.
I'm guessing they never learned what peripheral vision meant...
The cluster of companions still were too engrossed in their conversation, so I called out a little louder. This time, they looked at me, and moved themselves-- RIGHT IN FRONT OF THE DOORS in a straight line, so nobody could exit, or enter from the outside. Smooth move, Ex-lax.
I'm guessing they never learned what peripheral vision meant...
Thursday, February 22, 2007
Dick Cheney, I presume?
Our local arts and entertainment weekly, "The Weekender," has published yet another odd Q & A feature... This week's poll question: "What are you superstitious about?"
Henry Rembish, 32, answered: " The shirt I accidentally shot my friend in. It hangs in the back of my closet but I won't wear it."
Adding much more clarity to this blurred picture is Chris Varzaly, 32, showing off a nasty scar right below his collarbone: "...Getting shot by guys in funny shirts."
With friends like this, who needs gun control?
Henry Rembish, 32, answered: " The shirt I accidentally shot my friend in. It hangs in the back of my closet but I won't wear it."
Adding much more clarity to this blurred picture is Chris Varzaly, 32, showing off a nasty scar right below his collarbone: "...Getting shot by guys in funny shirts."
With friends like this, who needs gun control?
Sunday, February 18, 2007
Brain freeze
Due to a major snowstorm that hit Northeastern PA (17" on average) on Wednesday, my company needed to revamp our delivery schedule for the rest of the week.
Yesterday, (Sat.) I was preparing to deliver to a small store that has a history of money problems. Rather than have the order refused because they weren't able to pay, I took the invoice in first to see if they could foot the bill. The store owner met me with angry disbelief. "Why are you guys here today, instead of last Wednesday?" he demanded.
I stared at him, stunned at the obvious lack of intelligence in his question. I couldn't think of anything outside of the realm of sarcasm to say, so, with a deliberate tone, I dripped, "...Because the roads were covered with 17" of snow and the governor declared a state of emergency!"
I don't know if he was surprised by what I said, or if he thought I would sheepishly shrink back. After a brief pause, all he could do was meekly chirp, "...Oh..."
12:00! Time for your lobotomy!
Yesterday, (Sat.) I was preparing to deliver to a small store that has a history of money problems. Rather than have the order refused because they weren't able to pay, I took the invoice in first to see if they could foot the bill. The store owner met me with angry disbelief. "Why are you guys here today, instead of last Wednesday?" he demanded.
I stared at him, stunned at the obvious lack of intelligence in his question. I couldn't think of anything outside of the realm of sarcasm to say, so, with a deliberate tone, I dripped, "...Because the roads were covered with 17" of snow and the governor declared a state of emergency!"
I don't know if he was surprised by what I said, or if he thought I would sheepishly shrink back. After a brief pause, all he could do was meekly chirp, "...Oh..."
12:00! Time for your lobotomy!
Wednesday, February 14, 2007
Naive is your middle name
How I love getting comments from anonymous folks. Especially when they fit right into the format of this blog...
A mystery commentator left a response to my posting from 1/31 entitled "Reality Check." It was a story of a young mother who left her young children in a car on the side of a busy highway in order to go dancing inside a club, and was consequently arrested. The boys were scantily clad in shorts and T-shirts on a night where temps dropped below 50. A sad story indeed. However, what's even more alarming is what Mr. (or Ms.) Ambiguous had to say about it. Anonymous said: While I am sure that most of this story is true. I am sure that the reporter left out the fact that the boys had blankets or jackets. No one could sleep in shorts and t-shirts in those tempatures...the media really pisses me off!!!!!This woman should definately be punished, however, I'm sick of the media blowing everything out of proportion!!!!
You're joking, right? You actually believe this woman, who had her head so far up her butt that she could see her liver was thoughtful enough to provide the boys with blankets? Here's a chick so self-centered that she put a night out ahead of the welfare of her kids, and you think the news exaggerated? Come on now, get real. ...Come to think of it, perhaps were you there with her?
(BTW, "tempatures"??? Hukt on fonix may werk fer ewe two!)
If you believe that the media lied, then I'd like to tell you more about "Bat-boy" and the alien who has befriended Hillary Clinton.
A mystery commentator left a response to my posting from 1/31 entitled "Reality Check." It was a story of a young mother who left her young children in a car on the side of a busy highway in order to go dancing inside a club, and was consequently arrested. The boys were scantily clad in shorts and T-shirts on a night where temps dropped below 50. A sad story indeed. However, what's even more alarming is what Mr. (or Ms.) Ambiguous had to say about it. Anonymous said: While I am sure that most of this story is true. I am sure that the reporter left out the fact that the boys had blankets or jackets. No one could sleep in shorts and t-shirts in those tempatures...the media really pisses me off!!!!!This woman should definately be punished, however, I'm sick of the media blowing everything out of proportion!!!!
You're joking, right? You actually believe this woman, who had her head so far up her butt that she could see her liver was thoughtful enough to provide the boys with blankets? Here's a chick so self-centered that she put a night out ahead of the welfare of her kids, and you think the news exaggerated? Come on now, get real. ...Come to think of it, perhaps were you there with her?
(BTW, "tempatures"??? Hukt on fonix may werk fer ewe two!)
If you believe that the media lied, then I'd like to tell you more about "Bat-boy" and the alien who has befriended Hillary Clinton.
Tuesday, February 13, 2007
Snow, sleet and freezing panic
Living in Northeastern PA means that from time to time we get snow. Not a new concept! However, it never ceases to amaze me how a little white stuff creates absolute mayhem, frenzy and general unpreparedness.
Our local news stations started predicting a major snow storm to hit us today three days ago, yet the streets were relatively calm and quiet, until today...
Snow flurries began around 2:15. Immediately-- but not prior to this point-- the entire region mobilized!
The lines for bread, milk and eggs at area grocery stores clogged every aisle. Traffic increased 5 times as everyone, motivated by incomparable fear, rushed out to secure their goods. ...And then had the audacity to be surprised when supermarket shelves grew bare!
As I delivered product to an area convenient store, a man DASHED (literally) into the store and exclaimed with a huge, loud sigh of relief, "Oh, thank GOD you have hamburger buns! All the other stores are completely out. Can you believe it???"
(You know, bud, the stores had plenty of buns Sunday. And Monday. Why didn't you go out and get them then?)
Hey, man, you're so on top of things. Have you considered a career as an emergency response operator?
Our local news stations started predicting a major snow storm to hit us today three days ago, yet the streets were relatively calm and quiet, until today...
Snow flurries began around 2:15. Immediately-- but not prior to this point-- the entire region mobilized!
The lines for bread, milk and eggs at area grocery stores clogged every aisle. Traffic increased 5 times as everyone, motivated by incomparable fear, rushed out to secure their goods. ...And then had the audacity to be surprised when supermarket shelves grew bare!
As I delivered product to an area convenient store, a man DASHED (literally) into the store and exclaimed with a huge, loud sigh of relief, "Oh, thank GOD you have hamburger buns! All the other stores are completely out. Can you believe it???"
(You know, bud, the stores had plenty of buns Sunday. And Monday. Why didn't you go out and get them then?)
Hey, man, you're so on top of things. Have you considered a career as an emergency response operator?
Saturday, February 10, 2007
The sweet that broke the camel's tooth
Something in this story from the AP just doesn't add up... Woman breaks tooth, wants town to pay (AP) ABINGTON, Mass. - Trying to get something done at town hall can be a pain, one local woman says for her it was literally. Joanne Harding broke a tooth on a Tootsie Roll-- Hold the phone! Broke her tooth on a TOOTSIE ROLL???
--broke a tooth on a Tootsie Roll she took from a candy jar in the town clerk's office in Abington Town Hall last month during a visit to get a license for her dog.
Now, Harding wants the town to help pay her $4,000-$5,000 dental bill.
"I took the candy, so it's partially my fault," the 40-year-old Harding told the Patriot Ledger of Quincy. "I wouldn't have taken it if it wasn't there."
Town Manager Phillip Warren Jr. forwarded Harding's request for financial assistance to the town's insurance carrier.
"We'll wait to see what the insurance company says," he said.
Meanwhile, the candy jars are still there at the clerk's office.
Lots wrong with this little epic! First, $5000 for one tooth? What were they made out of, platinum??? Granted, I don't know much about the state of economics and medicine in New England, but...
Second, "It's partially my fault. I wouldn't have taken it if it wasn't there"? What, did someone at the clerk's office MAKE you take a candy? I can see it now-- "Sorry, you can't be attended to until you have taken a candy from the jar!" Incredible. You have the audacity to admit fault, yet you want to hold the town a monetary hostage for YOUR mistake?
Third, broke a tooth on a Tootsie Roll? Just how long was that little treat sitting in that jar? Was it from 1997??
Lastly, and most incredulously-- if that's a proper phrase-- The jars are still at the office? That's smart. Now that everybody knows about this queer happenstance, open yourself up to more financial attacks by would-be gainers! No wonder taxes across the New England region are so high!
Another group of people helplessly sucked into the inescapable vortex of stupidity...
Since stupidity apparently knows no bounds, "PSST" will be renamed and retooled after the fifth presentation of the STUPIES! We'll be covering more things like this chickie-boo in MA and other asinine things people do that set them apart as... er, extremely stupid. Stay tuned!
--broke a tooth on a Tootsie Roll she took from a candy jar in the town clerk's office in Abington Town Hall last month during a visit to get a license for her dog.
Now, Harding wants the town to help pay her $4,000-$5,000 dental bill.
"I took the candy, so it's partially my fault," the 40-year-old Harding told the Patriot Ledger of Quincy. "I wouldn't have taken it if it wasn't there."
Town Manager Phillip Warren Jr. forwarded Harding's request for financial assistance to the town's insurance carrier.
"We'll wait to see what the insurance company says," he said.
Meanwhile, the candy jars are still there at the clerk's office.
Lots wrong with this little epic! First, $5000 for one tooth? What were they made out of, platinum??? Granted, I don't know much about the state of economics and medicine in New England, but...
Second, "It's partially my fault. I wouldn't have taken it if it wasn't there"? What, did someone at the clerk's office MAKE you take a candy? I can see it now-- "Sorry, you can't be attended to until you have taken a candy from the jar!" Incredible. You have the audacity to admit fault, yet you want to hold the town a monetary hostage for YOUR mistake?
Third, broke a tooth on a Tootsie Roll? Just how long was that little treat sitting in that jar? Was it from 1997??
Lastly, and most incredulously-- if that's a proper phrase-- The jars are still at the office? That's smart. Now that everybody knows about this queer happenstance, open yourself up to more financial attacks by would-be gainers! No wonder taxes across the New England region are so high!
Another group of people helplessly sucked into the inescapable vortex of stupidity...
Since stupidity apparently knows no bounds, "PSST" will be renamed and retooled after the fifth presentation of the STUPIES! We'll be covering more things like this chickie-boo in MA and other asinine things people do that set them apart as... er, extremely stupid. Stay tuned!
Friday, February 09, 2007
Time for another "Just Shut Up"
This most recent awarding-- yes, this is not just a nomination, but an actual presentation-- of a supplemental "Just Shut Up" STUPIE goes to every single newspaper, radio station, TV station and tabloid in America for continually bombarding the public with the droning noise of Anna Nicole Smith's death. Everywhere you turn, there's her face, her bio, her career, her twisted paternal issues... I don't mean to sound cold or uncaring, but is anyone really surprised? Nothing in this gal's life made sense. Her existence lacked any semblance of rhyme or reason. (Now, I grant you that some things were out of her control, but most of it she brought upon herself.)
For those of us who are "normal" and striving to make our lives better on a daily basis, we find this constant blather just plain irritating. Anna lived a tragic life and died a tragic death. End of story.
Please, members of the media world, do us a favor and...
JUST SHUT UP!!!
For those of us who are "normal" and striving to make our lives better on a daily basis, we find this constant blather just plain irritating. Anna lived a tragic life and died a tragic death. End of story.
Please, members of the media world, do us a favor and...
JUST SHUT UP!!!
Sunday, February 04, 2007
Obviously wasn't a girl scout
The girl scout's motto is "Be Prepared," hence setting up today's sad and tragic tale.
ABC News obtained copies of some of the 911 calls that victims of the sudden tornado in Central Florida made, shortly after the vortex ripped apart their fair community. I couldn't believe what I heard, as ABC played the tape of a frantic, terrified (older) girl calling in to the emergency response center.
VICTIM: I... I think my mom is dead!!!
OPERATOR: Is anyone hurt?
V: My mom! My mom is gone and my mom's bed is gone! Oh, my God!
O: Is your mom there?
For Pete's sake, did you listen to a single word this poor gal just said? You want to help? Stop asking useless questions, admit to your superiors that you are NOT prepared to handle emergency situations and get more training! Isn't it enough that this gal just experienced the horror of her house being ripped to shreds by a tornado without you traumatizing her with stupid questions???
ABC News obtained copies of some of the 911 calls that victims of the sudden tornado in Central Florida made, shortly after the vortex ripped apart their fair community. I couldn't believe what I heard, as ABC played the tape of a frantic, terrified (older) girl calling in to the emergency response center.
VICTIM: I... I think my mom is dead!!!
OPERATOR: Is anyone hurt?
V: My mom! My mom is gone and my mom's bed is gone! Oh, my God!
O: Is your mom there?
For Pete's sake, did you listen to a single word this poor gal just said? You want to help? Stop asking useless questions, admit to your superiors that you are NOT prepared to handle emergency situations and get more training! Isn't it enough that this gal just experienced the horror of her house being ripped to shreds by a tornado without you traumatizing her with stupid questions???
Saturday, February 03, 2007
The dung stops here
The city of Scranton, PA has a law that pet owners must clean up all their pets' waste when taking the little beasties on a walk. However, this is seldom paid attention to, or enforced for that matter.
When the doody problem got a bit out-of-hand in a certain community, a couple of furious residents took matters into their own hands, posting home-made messages to would-be violators. The crude placards were captured on film and the picture posted in The Weekender, the area's local arts and entertainment weekly. Sign one read:
To the low-life scum who thinks it's OK to let their animals urinate and defecate on the lawn and sidewalk of an 80-year-old woman:
1) I have 2 adult German shepherds.
2) I will catch you.
3) You will reap what you have sown.
4) I live at ********, come and get it.
5) See the message your Penn St. neighbors left you."
The neighbors added:
To the inconsiderate nasty person who keeps allowing their DOG to trespass and CRAP on these lawns and does not CLEAN IT UP-- BE WARNED-- The police are being notified that you are BREAKING THE LAW! Let your dog stink up your own property, you lazy ignorant JERK.
Signed, the neighbors.
Yeah, it stinks (no pun intended) to continually clean up animal feces from your property, but "You will reap what you sow, come and get it"??? What, is Ethel going to defecate all over the violator's home? It also wasn't too bright of dear old granny to advertise her age, and then her address. I hope those to German shepherds are good watch dogs, ready to scare would-be burglars away.
I don't ever think I've seen waste divide a community as much as this one. ...Brings a whole new meaning to the term anal-retentive!
When the doody problem got a bit out-of-hand in a certain community, a couple of furious residents took matters into their own hands, posting home-made messages to would-be violators. The crude placards were captured on film and the picture posted in The Weekender, the area's local arts and entertainment weekly. Sign one read:
To the low-life scum who thinks it's OK to let their animals urinate and defecate on the lawn and sidewalk of an 80-year-old woman:
1) I have 2 adult German shepherds.
2) I will catch you.
3) You will reap what you have sown.
4) I live at ********, come and get it.
5) See the message your Penn St. neighbors left you."
The neighbors added:
To the inconsiderate nasty person who keeps allowing their DOG to trespass and CRAP on these lawns and does not CLEAN IT UP-- BE WARNED-- The police are being notified that you are BREAKING THE LAW! Let your dog stink up your own property, you lazy ignorant JERK.
Signed, the neighbors.
Yeah, it stinks (no pun intended) to continually clean up animal feces from your property, but "You will reap what you sow, come and get it"??? What, is Ethel going to defecate all over the violator's home? It also wasn't too bright of dear old granny to advertise her age, and then her address. I hope those to German shepherds are good watch dogs, ready to scare would-be burglars away.
I don't ever think I've seen waste divide a community as much as this one. ...Brings a whole new meaning to the term anal-retentive!
Tuesday, January 30, 2007
REALITY CHECK!!!
More stories of paernts who ought not be... This one comes courtesy the Asheville (NC) Citizens-Times. a
Mother leaves kids sleeping in car to dance at club
by The Associated Press
MORGANTON, N.C. – A Morganton woman faces child abuse charges for leaving her sleeping boys in the car while she went dancing at a club, authorities said. Georgina Marquez, 37, was charged with two counts of misdemeanor child abuse after Hickory police officers found her 10- and 12-year-old sons in a car parked outside Fantacia's dance club in Hickory about 1:30 a.m. Sunday.
Officers discovered the boys while issuing parking tickets to cars illegally parked along the highway, said Hickory police Sgt. Scott Hildebrand.
A police report says the boys told authorities their mother left them in the car about 10:40 p.m. Saturday.
The boys were dressed in shorts and T-shirts while temperatures were in the low 50s, police said, and the heat was not on in the car.
Marquez said she checked on the sleeping boys every 30 minutes. (Oh, that makes it all OK, then!!) Hildebrand said the Department of Social Services was called before the children were released to Marquez, who was released on $2,000 bond.
What a pathetic slap on the wrist. I have no witty tag for this-- all I can do is shake my head.
Mother leaves kids sleeping in car to dance at club
by The Associated Press
MORGANTON, N.C. – A Morganton woman faces child abuse charges for leaving her sleeping boys in the car while she went dancing at a club, authorities said. Georgina Marquez, 37, was charged with two counts of misdemeanor child abuse after Hickory police officers found her 10- and 12-year-old sons in a car parked outside Fantacia's dance club in Hickory about 1:30 a.m. Sunday.
Officers discovered the boys while issuing parking tickets to cars illegally parked along the highway, said Hickory police Sgt. Scott Hildebrand.
A police report says the boys told authorities their mother left them in the car about 10:40 p.m. Saturday.
The boys were dressed in shorts and T-shirts while temperatures were in the low 50s, police said, and the heat was not on in the car.
Marquez said she checked on the sleeping boys every 30 minutes. (Oh, that makes it all OK, then!!) Hildebrand said the Department of Social Services was called before the children were released to Marquez, who was released on $2,000 bond.
What a pathetic slap on the wrist. I have no witty tag for this-- all I can do is shake my head.
Monday, January 29, 2007
Maintenance in need of maintenance
Last Monday, our housing manager/landlord "Doris" came to inspect our premises, as per HUD guidelines. In the course of her look-see, she told Mrs. I to watch the kitchen sink very carefully, because "We've had problems with the pipes before." Nice of you to tell us now, as opposed to when we moved in!
The fateful words rang true when our pipes started leaking-- no, pouring-- water yesterday. Upon a quick glance, it was clear almost every single O-ring (the rings which hold the pipes together) were loose, and one was completely detatched. We called maintenance and filed an emergency report. Within an hour, someone came, and rectified the situation. When I asked why every ring was loose, he shrugged, "Dunno. Must've been an oversight."
The entire kitchen was redone before we moved in: new fridge, sink, countertops, cabinets, tiling... How could you overlook tightening up the sink pipes?
Stupidity flare-up #1.
Today, my wife heard a knock on the door. It was a different maintenance man. "You have a problem with the kitchen sink, ma'am?"
You mean you didn't check the log from yesterday?
Stupidity flare-up #2.
After my wife explained that the repairs had already been made, she pointed out what the problem was. "Every single O-ring was loose, and one was completely removed." Their response: "Not sure how that happened. Something must've loosened them."
All of them???
Oh, yeah, I forgot I decided to loosen all the O-rings right after moving in...
Stupidity flare-up #3.
And these are the folks in charge of making sure everything in these apartments is ship-shape. Brilliant!!!
The fateful words rang true when our pipes started leaking-- no, pouring-- water yesterday. Upon a quick glance, it was clear almost every single O-ring (the rings which hold the pipes together) were loose, and one was completely detatched. We called maintenance and filed an emergency report. Within an hour, someone came, and rectified the situation. When I asked why every ring was loose, he shrugged, "Dunno. Must've been an oversight."
The entire kitchen was redone before we moved in: new fridge, sink, countertops, cabinets, tiling... How could you overlook tightening up the sink pipes?
Stupidity flare-up #1.
Today, my wife heard a knock on the door. It was a different maintenance man. "You have a problem with the kitchen sink, ma'am?"
You mean you didn't check the log from yesterday?
Stupidity flare-up #2.
After my wife explained that the repairs had already been made, she pointed out what the problem was. "Every single O-ring was loose, and one was completely removed." Their response: "Not sure how that happened. Something must've loosened them."
All of them???
Oh, yeah, I forgot I decided to loosen all the O-rings right after moving in...
Stupidity flare-up #3.
And these are the folks in charge of making sure everything in these apartments is ship-shape. Brilliant!!!
Saturday, January 27, 2007
Tracking in mud and stupidity
My family and I went to the library today. It was cold with scattered snow showers which wet the pavement and walkways. As we approached the front door, we noticed the sign the library personnel had posted: PLEASE WIPE FEET BEFORE ENTERING.
Um, on the sidewalk, since there's no mat out here? I'm sure that will help keep the library clean and pristine!!!
Um, on the sidewalk, since there's no mat out here? I'm sure that will help keep the library clean and pristine!!!
Friday, January 26, 2007
"HEADS UP!!!"
A small airplane flying overhead has just had a piece of its fuselage break loose. The fragmented mass comes hurtling down to earth, where you and a bunch of your friends are having a picnic. One person looks up, and inevitably yells those misguided words....
"HEADS UP!!!"
The natural inclination, when hearing that spoken, is to look up. However, rarely do you have the time. You're about to get bashed in the noggin, and you're expected to look up first, and then react? Shouldn't the appropriate warning be, "Take cover!" or "Duck!"
This is a question you can ask your neurosurgeon as you're recovering from severe head trauma in the ICU. ... If you can even remember what happened.
"HEADS UP!!!"
The natural inclination, when hearing that spoken, is to look up. However, rarely do you have the time. You're about to get bashed in the noggin, and you're expected to look up first, and then react? Shouldn't the appropriate warning be, "Take cover!" or "Duck!"
This is a question you can ask your neurosurgeon as you're recovering from severe head trauma in the ICU. ... If you can even remember what happened.
Tuesday, January 23, 2007
(Lacking) Attention to detail
Each Monday, I make a beverage delivery to a small mom & pop grocery store. Every week, upon receipt of the product, the owner, Bruce, writes me a check for payment. ..For the last 9 months... Each and every Monday...
This past week, I entered Bruce's domain, and gave him the bill so he could write the check. When he returned, he asked me, "So. Where's the other guy?"
"The... other guy?" I hesitated.
"Yeah, the other guy," he emphasized. "The guy who usually delivers here."
Now, I know I did change my shirt since last week, but... I wonder if he's this attentive to his customers.
This past week, I entered Bruce's domain, and gave him the bill so he could write the check. When he returned, he asked me, "So. Where's the other guy?"
"The... other guy?" I hesitated.
"Yeah, the other guy," he emphasized. "The guy who usually delivers here."
Now, I know I did change my shirt since last week, but... I wonder if he's this attentive to his customers.
Monday, January 22, 2007
2nd today: Thanks for contributing. ...To the problem!
Background for this post: The Diocese of Scranton (PA) recently announced a plan to close many elementary-level parochial schools, and to consolidate all high schools into 1 in 2 different counties, accurately citing dwindling enrollment as well as a severe lack of funds coming into the Diocese through parishioners. This part of the country is heavily Catholic, and the outrage created by this difficult decision has been no small thing. But what to do now? Let's check in on Luzerne County to see how folks are handling the news, courtesy citizensvoice.com, the online paper from Wilkes-Barre, PA! (Bold type added for emphasis.)
Frustrated Parents Want Answers
BY ELIZABETH SKRAPITS, STAFF WRITER
PITTSTON TWP. --Supporters of Luzerne County's four Catholic high schools want specifics from the Diocese of Scranton about the consolidation, and they won't be quiet until they get them.
Frustration and anger permeated the Pittston Convention Center Sunday when approximately 300 people from Bishop Hafey, Seton Catholic, Bishop O'Reilly and Bishop Hoban high schools held their first joint meeting to work on strategies. These included withholding money from parish collection baskets, hosting an advertising campaign and protesting peacefully.
Parents are considering starting a private Catholic high school not affiliated with the diocese, similar to St. Rose Academy in Carbondale. Parishioners should also forego the bishop's annual appeal, said Bishop O'Reilly parents' spokesman Tom O'Connor, who chaired the meeting.
Seton parent Ron D'Eliseo distributed copies of a $1 million bill with Bishop Joseph Martino's face on it, to send to the diocese in lieu of cash.
"As far as I'm concerned, this is the only money he's (Martino) getting from me anymore," D'Eliseo said.
Great ideas all, morons with money! The diocese needs cash to fund parochial education, so let's withhold it, hurting the diocese even more for those wanting to send their kids to private Catholic schools.
Though I myself am not Catholic, my understanding is that it is NOT acceptable to question or belittle priests, bishops, and the like. Also, didn't Jesus Himself once say,"Rend to Caeser what is Caeser's, but rend to God that which is God's"? So I guess it's OK to prioritize my child's existence in his/her current, under-used school over the words of the One I claim to be a follower of?
You can keep your precious common cents, Mr. O'Connor and D'Eliseo. I'd rather you have common sense.
Frustrated Parents Want Answers
BY ELIZABETH SKRAPITS, STAFF WRITER
PITTSTON TWP. --Supporters of Luzerne County's four Catholic high schools want specifics from the Diocese of Scranton about the consolidation, and they won't be quiet until they get them.
Frustration and anger permeated the Pittston Convention Center Sunday when approximately 300 people from Bishop Hafey, Seton Catholic, Bishop O'Reilly and Bishop Hoban high schools held their first joint meeting to work on strategies. These included withholding money from parish collection baskets, hosting an advertising campaign and protesting peacefully.
Parents are considering starting a private Catholic high school not affiliated with the diocese, similar to St. Rose Academy in Carbondale. Parishioners should also forego the bishop's annual appeal, said Bishop O'Reilly parents' spokesman Tom O'Connor, who chaired the meeting.
Seton parent Ron D'Eliseo distributed copies of a $1 million bill with Bishop Joseph Martino's face on it, to send to the diocese in lieu of cash.
"As far as I'm concerned, this is the only money he's (Martino) getting from me anymore," D'Eliseo said.
Great ideas all, morons with money! The diocese needs cash to fund parochial education, so let's withhold it, hurting the diocese even more for those wanting to send their kids to private Catholic schools.
Though I myself am not Catholic, my understanding is that it is NOT acceptable to question or belittle priests, bishops, and the like. Also, didn't Jesus Himself once say,"Rend to Caeser what is Caeser's, but rend to God that which is God's"? So I guess it's OK to prioritize my child's existence in his/her current, under-used school over the words of the One I claim to be a follower of?
You can keep your precious common cents, Mr. O'Connor and D'Eliseo. I'd rather you have common sense.
Introducing "Magi-carpet!"
As I had previously disclosed, my family and I recently had to move due to the fact our back wall was bursting with toxic mold. Our new place is considerably smaller, and the living room in particular is a loss of 12 square feet from that of our old residence. Our landlord, "Doris"-- most unfortunately-- has remained unchanged.
Today, Doris came in for an inspection. She entered the living room, stared at the carpet and asked, "Is this the carpet you had in the old place?"
MRS. I: "Yes..."
D, puzzled: "How did you make it bigger?"
MRS. I, baffled: "What?"
D, reiterating: "How did you make the carpet bigger?"
MRS. I: "We didn't. Mr. I had to cut it down to make it fit in here."
D, confused: "Wait a minute. Isn't this place bigger than your last place?"
MRS. I, losing patience: "No, the other place was quite a bit larger. Mr. I cut the carpet so it would fit in this room."
D, clueless, and obviously featuring an enormously short attention span: "Right. So how'd you make the rug bigger?"
To quote a line from the hit TV show "Friends," "I need to buy a vowel, because O-MG!!!"
Today, Doris came in for an inspection. She entered the living room, stared at the carpet and asked, "Is this the carpet you had in the old place?"
MRS. I: "Yes..."
D, puzzled: "How did you make it bigger?"
MRS. I, baffled: "What?"
D, reiterating: "How did you make the carpet bigger?"
MRS. I: "We didn't. Mr. I had to cut it down to make it fit in here."
D, confused: "Wait a minute. Isn't this place bigger than your last place?"
MRS. I, losing patience: "No, the other place was quite a bit larger. Mr. I cut the carpet so it would fit in this room."
D, clueless, and obviously featuring an enormously short attention span: "Right. So how'd you make the rug bigger?"
To quote a line from the hit TV show "Friends," "I need to buy a vowel, because O-MG!!!"
Saturday, January 20, 2007
Critical mass
Another major television figure puts her mouth where it doesn't belong...
Rosie's Latest Target Is 'Intoxicated' Abdul
O'Donnell Leads Criticism Against 'Idol's Nasty Edge
By BUCK WOLF
ABCNews.com
Jan. 19 --Rosie O'Donnell is one of the 37 million TV viewers watching "American Idol," but don't count her among those who liked what they saw.
For the second day in a row, "The View" co-host suggested was drinking during the show and lashed out at the show for making fun of the people auditioning. O'Donnell and her co-hosts played a clip from Wednesday night's "Idol," in which a contestant, following an off-key audition, was roundly mocked and rejected by the judges.
"That's compassion for you," O'Donnell said. "Isn't that what America thinks is entertainment, to make fun of someone's physical appearance? And then, when they leave the room, laugh hysterically at them -- three millionaires, one probably intoxicated."
O'Donnell had joked about Abdul's demeanor a day earlier. "Paula was very thirsty last night," she said.
"That girl was sipping Coke every shot. And toward the end of the evening, one eye was wandering."
OK, O'D, who made you the moral compass of Hollywood? You, who has had a career full of relational gaffes and idiotic outbusts, dare to accuse Paula of being drunk, even though you have no proof?
You have no inkling as to what is and isn't musical excellence, but at least 2 of the 3 AI judges do. (Paula's questionable, but she's definitely more qualified than you are!) This is why you (currently) don't have your own TV show. You criticize how the show is handled, and judge TV viewers how intelligent they are? (Yeah, that'll win "the Phew" new fans!)
Yes, that IS what America thinks is entertainment, to the tune of a solid #1 in theNielsenn ratings. Also, "Odie" seems to forget that most people who audition know they aren't really Idol material, and are just looking for their 15 minutes of fame. Some use costumes and physical appearance as their gimmick or hook, and purposely subjugate themselves to ridicule.
Rosie was quite successful at 3 things: alienating the American public, making herself look like an egotist by tearing down another public figure, and proving that her failures at stand-up comedy and talk-show host were no flukes.
Additionally, O'D has earned herself a nomination for the "Just Shut Up" award at the STUPIES V awards presentations...
Rosie's Latest Target Is 'Intoxicated' Abdul
O'Donnell Leads Criticism Against 'Idol's Nasty Edge
By BUCK WOLF
ABCNews.com
Jan. 19 --Rosie O'Donnell is one of the 37 million TV viewers watching "American Idol," but don't count her among those who liked what they saw.
For the second day in a row, "The View" co-host suggested was drinking during the show and lashed out at the show for making fun of the people auditioning. O'Donnell and her co-hosts played a clip from Wednesday night's "Idol," in which a contestant, following an off-key audition, was roundly mocked and rejected by the judges.
"That's compassion for you," O'Donnell said. "Isn't that what America thinks is entertainment, to make fun of someone's physical appearance? And then, when they leave the room, laugh hysterically at them -- three millionaires, one probably intoxicated."
O'Donnell had joked about Abdul's demeanor a day earlier. "Paula was very thirsty last night," she said.
"That girl was sipping Coke every shot. And toward the end of the evening, one eye was wandering."
OK, O'D, who made you the moral compass of Hollywood? You, who has had a career full of relational gaffes and idiotic outbusts, dare to accuse Paula of being drunk, even though you have no proof?
You have no inkling as to what is and isn't musical excellence, but at least 2 of the 3 AI judges do. (Paula's questionable, but she's definitely more qualified than you are!) This is why you (currently) don't have your own TV show. You criticize how the show is handled, and judge TV viewers how intelligent they are? (Yeah, that'll win "the Phew" new fans!)
Yes, that IS what America thinks is entertainment, to the tune of a solid #1 in theNielsenn ratings. Also, "Odie" seems to forget that most people who audition know they aren't really Idol material, and are just looking for their 15 minutes of fame. Some use costumes and physical appearance as their gimmick or hook, and purposely subjugate themselves to ridicule.
Rosie was quite successful at 3 things: alienating the American public, making herself look like an egotist by tearing down another public figure, and proving that her failures at stand-up comedy and talk-show host were no flukes.
Additionally, O'D has earned herself a nomination for the "Just Shut Up" award at the STUPIES V awards presentations...
Friday, January 19, 2007
In the wrong place all the time
Along a straight 2-mile wooded stretch of US Route 11 in Northeastern PA, with a steep hill on one side and a river and guard rail on the other is the following sign:
WATCH FOR TURNS.
Ah, yes, my tax dollars used to place that sign were definitely worth it!
WATCH FOR TURNS.
Ah, yes, my tax dollars used to place that sign were definitely worth it!
Wednesday, January 17, 2007
We regret to inform you your joke isn't funny
I entered a grocery store today and heard two employees conversing. One was telling the other a joke, which was worthy of being deemed a stupid thing said.
"A man walked into a fancy restaurant. The maitre'D asked, 'Good evening sir. Do you have a reservation?' The man retorted, 'Why? Do I look like a (bleeping American) Indian?'"
"HA! HA! HA!"
[Go-o-o-o-o-o-o-nnng!]
"A man walked into a fancy restaurant. The maitre'D asked, 'Good evening sir. Do you have a reservation?' The man retorted, 'Why? Do I look like a (bleeping American) Indian?'"
"HA! HA! HA!"
[Go-o-o-o-o-o-o-nnng!]
Sunday, January 14, 2007
Welcome to Wal-mart. How may I freak you out?
I know some people may accuse me of making this stuff up, but... Weird happens! You can't create fiction like this!!!
My family and I entered Wally's World one day last week. We were in the midst of our harried, sudden move from our old apartment, so we were tired, stressed, and irritated. As we went through the door, we spotted the "greeter." He's an old guy who talks to himself a lot, misdirects people who ask, "Where can I find such-and-such?" and hovers over folks trying to grab a shopping cart like they were stealing it...
I was holding my children's hands; my daughter on one side, my son on the other, attempting to give the Geezer Greeter a wide berth. However, he came wobbling up to me and pointed at the kids. "Hey! Hey! Excuse me sir! Are those a return?"
I stopped dead in my tracks and blurted, "WHAT???"
He repeated his daft inquiry. I was stunned. Was this crotchety Joe making a joke, or was he serious?
Attempting to read his face, I got no clear indication. I had no idea what to say, other than, "No. She belongs to me, and so does he."
Equally puzzled, the man bumbled, "Oh. OK. I just wanted to be sure."
Maybe what I should have said was, "Why, yes they are. I'm tired of them and want to trade them in for another pair. You got any kids left in the CHILDREN'S department???"
Beyond bizarre...
My family and I entered Wally's World one day last week. We were in the midst of our harried, sudden move from our old apartment, so we were tired, stressed, and irritated. As we went through the door, we spotted the "greeter." He's an old guy who talks to himself a lot, misdirects people who ask, "Where can I find such-and-such?" and hovers over folks trying to grab a shopping cart like they were stealing it...
I was holding my children's hands; my daughter on one side, my son on the other, attempting to give the Geezer Greeter a wide berth. However, he came wobbling up to me and pointed at the kids. "Hey! Hey! Excuse me sir! Are those a return?"
I stopped dead in my tracks and blurted, "WHAT???"
He repeated his daft inquiry. I was stunned. Was this crotchety Joe making a joke, or was he serious?
Attempting to read his face, I got no clear indication. I had no idea what to say, other than, "No. She belongs to me, and so does he."
Equally puzzled, the man bumbled, "Oh. OK. I just wanted to be sure."
Maybe what I should have said was, "Why, yes they are. I'm tired of them and want to trade them in for another pair. You got any kids left in the CHILDREN'S department???"
Beyond bizarre...
Friday, January 12, 2007
Brittney SpeaKs. Run for cover!
Favorite PSST target Brittney Spears has once again made herself available to public ridicule and scorn by opening her mouth. I guess some people just don't learn!
“I noticed today that one of my biggest fansites is shutting down soon and I want you all to know that I do understand all the reasons that went behind making that decision, and I am sad to see it closing,’’ [Brittney] writes. “If I were you I’d be unhappy too if I had to read what I’ve been reading every day.’’ *Sources: AP and Pantagraph.com.
...If I HAD to read what I'VE BEEN reading?!? Isn't that sort of redundant? Isn't that sort of redundant?
...Wait a minute. You mean she can read???
“I noticed today that one of my biggest fansites is shutting down soon and I want you all to know that I do understand all the reasons that went behind making that decision, and I am sad to see it closing,’’ [Brittney] writes. “If I were you I’d be unhappy too if I had to read what I’ve been reading every day.’’ *Sources: AP and Pantagraph.com.
...If I HAD to read what I'VE BEEN reading?!? Isn't that sort of redundant? Isn't that sort of redundant?
...Wait a minute. You mean she can read???
Thursday, January 11, 2007
Lucky? Maybe. Intelligent? NOT!
Upon returning to work today from an unplanned "vacation," I was assured stupidity had not taken a hiatus.
I was making a delivery to a small store, and overheard this dialogue between a customer and the clerk...
CUST: Yes, I'd like a $5 (Instant lottery) scratch-off.
CLERK: OK. Anything else today?
CUST: (long, pregnant pause) Umm... Yeah, let me also have a $1 scratch-off.
(CLERK gives tickets to CUST, and silently waits for payment)
CUST: Now, how much is that going to come to?
(CLERK, baffled, doesn't say anything, assuming CUST would figure out such simple math.)
CUST: (firmly reiterating) How much does that come to???
5 + 1??? Wow. I'm hoping this lady doesn't win any substantial amount of money. She wouldn't be able to properly account for it!
I was making a delivery to a small store, and overheard this dialogue between a customer and the clerk...
CUST: Yes, I'd like a $5 (Instant lottery) scratch-off.
CLERK: OK. Anything else today?
CUST: (long, pregnant pause) Umm... Yeah, let me also have a $1 scratch-off.
(CLERK gives tickets to CUST, and silently waits for payment)
CUST: Now, how much is that going to come to?
(CLERK, baffled, doesn't say anything, assuming CUST would figure out such simple math.)
CUST: (firmly reiterating) How much does that come to???
5 + 1??? Wow. I'm hoping this lady doesn't win any substantial amount of money. She wouldn't be able to properly account for it!
Thursday, January 04, 2007
2nd today: WANTED: brain
Due to a massive invasion of toxic mold, my family and I are being forcefully removed from our apartment this weekend; to wit, this will be the last posting on PSST for a week or so, until we are re-established in a new dwelling.
Upon discovering that our entire upstairs back wall (including the master bedroom and bathroom) has rapidly been converted into a Petri dish in the matter of a few short days, my wife called the housing manager to explain our situation. "Doris" hypothesized that we'd be forced to relocate and our home would be declared uninhabitable, pending an examination by HUD. An hour later, Doris's theory was confirmed. The inspector deduced (based upon the amount of moisture and the lightning-quick advance of the mold) that a major structural issue existed, just as my wife and I believed. However, Doris was skeptical.
"All that mold is because of your dryer vent. You need to clean out the vent hose."
SAY WHAT???
"Yeah, that's right. When these apartments were built, they didn't have dryer vents. So that's where all the moisture is coming from."
OK, then, Ms. Maytag Retard Woman, you want to explain to me why the vent is downstairs, and all the mold and condensation is originating at the ceiling of the second floor???
Do us a favor. Why don't you go see the Wizard of Oz to see if he has any diplomas left over?
Upon discovering that our entire upstairs back wall (including the master bedroom and bathroom) has rapidly been converted into a Petri dish in the matter of a few short days, my wife called the housing manager to explain our situation. "Doris" hypothesized that we'd be forced to relocate and our home would be declared uninhabitable, pending an examination by HUD. An hour later, Doris's theory was confirmed. The inspector deduced (based upon the amount of moisture and the lightning-quick advance of the mold) that a major structural issue existed, just as my wife and I believed. However, Doris was skeptical.
"All that mold is because of your dryer vent. You need to clean out the vent hose."
SAY WHAT???
"Yeah, that's right. When these apartments were built, they didn't have dryer vents. So that's where all the moisture is coming from."
OK, then, Ms. Maytag Retard Woman, you want to explain to me why the vent is downstairs, and all the mold and condensation is originating at the ceiling of the second floor???
Do us a favor. Why don't you go see the Wizard of Oz to see if he has any diplomas left over?
Do I LOOK omnipresent?
Last week, my family headed out to the grocery store. Near the end of our jaunt around the store, my wife needed to go to the little girl's room. The bathrooms are right at the front of the store, so I waited outside with the kids while "Mrs. I" answered nature's call.
As we loitered, a teenage girl came up to us (the kids and I), pointed at the bathroom door, and asked, "Excuse me. Are you guys in there?"
Ummmm... I'm not sure. Let me go check!
As we loitered, a teenage girl came up to us (the kids and I), pointed at the bathroom door, and asked, "Excuse me. Are you guys in there?"
Ummmm... I'm not sure. Let me go check!
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