Wow! Long time, No blog!

I went of vacation and had a minor Daily Bitch adventure. Quick! Go read it and tell me how much it sucks!

Hey! I'm going to have hip surgery! What? Yeah, check this page out! It's a good overview.

http://orthoinfo.aaos.org/booklet/thr_report.cfm?thread_id=2&topcategory=hip

I'm outer here!

Now I know that line of code looks wierd below, but I've joined the BlogChalking rage. Go check it out!

-Me

Google! DayPop! This is my blogchalk: English, United States, Rochester, NY, Charlotte, Art, Male, 31-35!

Ok, first of all, I know that I've set my goals a little high, maybe I should just put out new issues whenever I freaking feel like it. That appears to be a little more my speed. So anyway, onto what's bugging me because that's why you're here.

Sometimes I have to admit that when I want to vent, I don't want to contain it right here. I want to explode at the moment that I find myself deciding that this event would be a great "Bitch." Like today, my manager said something about being "politically correct," and of course I started to pop off, but then I though, hmm, maybe I'll put it up here. Believe me, my brain immediately started boiling on this one.

First of all, it shouldn't be POLITICALLY correct, it should be POLITELY correct. I think the basis behind that whole thing was at one point, political. I mean, our fine elected officials can't seem to refer to an Indian anymore, now they are Native Americans (damn skippy too! Don't even get me started on how we fucked them over!) or that brown guy isn't a black guy anymore, he's an African-American. Wait right there. Maybe if his Dad had come over from Zimbabwe, then he could be that, but I figure that guys is about as much African as I am Scottish. Only in ancestry does it figure in. Now Afro -American sounds a little better, even cooler, but still, we have to have a sort of label for some reason. It's a political thing because the politicians don't want to offend anyone. When it comes down to me and you, what do we care? As long as we aren't demeaning anyone or harassing them then is it wrong?

Just as an example, I was watching this lady walk by, and to put plainly, she was BIG! I mean she was pushing 350 easily, and I popped of to my buddy next to me "Wow, that's a big one!" Of course, he smiled painfully at me and the person walking ahead of me (not the fat chick - some other person - who was much thinner then me, like it matters) looked over her shoulder and gave me a disapproving look. I wanted to say something, instead I gave her a big grin. See, to me, I'm a fat guy, I'll admit it. Oh yeah, I'm also a CRIPPLE!! Now in my little brain that gives me carte blanche to say something to that blimp with tits, or the the guy with a nub where his hand should be, but is it right? That's where the debate hides. That is the point where you should be POLITELY correct. Being polite is that part of you that falls in the realm of Values & Morals. Should you make the whale joke? Should you tell the nub guy he couldn't find his ass with both hands? No. You know it's not right, it's mean, it's cruel, and won't be stood for, because that is what makes bullies. I was never a bully and I won't start being one now. Will I say something if you say something wrong to me? Oh yeah, you'll think I have Tourette's syndrome if you get me fired up. Then again, that's just me and we all know that I am truly blessed with skull full of bad wiring.

Like I said to my boss, POLITICALLY correct is being in the right party at the time everything in the country is going good. Then you can blame it on the other guys.

I’m done for today. If you can, Consider yourself "Bitched at."

Come back soon for another exciting session of "The Daily Bitch." I'm going to be trying for a new post on Mondays and Thursdays. See you then.

July ,18 2002 - Vol. 5 - Issue 3

Ok, first of all, I know that I've set my goals a little high, maybe I should just put out new issues whenever I freaking feel like it. That appears to be a little more my speed. So anyway, onto what's bugging me because that's why you're here.

Sometimes I have to admit that when I want to vent, I don't want to contain it right here. I want to explode at the moment that I find myself deciding that this event would be a great "Bitch." Like today, my manager said something about being "politically correct," and of course I started to pop off, but then I though, hmm, maybe I'll put it up here. Believe me, my brain immediately started boiling on this one.

First of all, it shouldn't be POLITICALLY correct, it should be POLITELY correct. I think the basis behind that whole thing was at one point, political. I mean, our fine elected officials can't seem to refer to an Indian anymore, now they are Native Americans (damn skippy too! Don't even get me started on how we fucked them over!) or that brown guy isn't a black guy anymore, he's an African-American. Wait right there. Maybe if his Dad had come over from Zimbabwe, then he could be that, but I figure that guys is about as much African as I am Scottish. Only in ancestry does it figure in. Now Afro -American sounds a little better, even cooler, but still, we have to have a sort of label for some reason. It's a political thing because the politicians don't want to offend anyone. When it comes down to me and you, what do we care? As long as we aren't demeaning anyone or harassing them then is it wrong?

Just as an example, I was watching this lady walk by, and to put plainly, she was BIG! I mean she was pushing 350 easily, and I popped of to my buddy next to me "Wow, that's a big one!" Of course, he smiled painfully at me and the person walking ahead of me (not the fat chick - some other person - who was much thinner then me, like it matters) looked over her shoulder and gave me a disapproving look. I wanted to say something, instead I gave her a big grin. See, to me, I'm a fat guy, I'll admit it. Oh yeah, I'm also a CRIPPLE!! Now in my little brain that gives me carte blanche to say something to that blimp with tits, or the the guy with a nub where his hand should be, but is it right? That's where the debate hides. That is the point where you should be POLITELY correct. Being polite is that part of you that falls in the realm of Values & Morals. Should you make the whale joke? Should you tell the nub guy he couldn't find his ass with both hands? No. You know it's not right, it's mean, it's cruel, and won't be stood for, because that is what makes bullies. I was never a bully and I won't start being one now. Will I say something if you say something wrong to me? Oh yeah, you'll think I have Tourette's syndrome if you get me fired up. Then again, that's just me and we all know that I am truly blessed with skull full of bad wiring.

Like I said to my boss, POLITICALLY correct is being in the right party at the time everything in the country is going good. Then you can blame it on the other guys.

I’m done for today. If you can, Consider yourself "Bitched at."

Some people you just can't understand. Other people you don't want to understand. Unless, of course, you could give two shits about them.

I'm tired of being a hard working while other people slack off. I've learned something today. As long as I don't blow my target times, then I pretty much come and go as I freaking please.

Not exactly the objective of my meeting today, but assumptions are made.

Curse me and my work ethic. Hopefully it will continue to pay off.

-I'm going home!

This is an Editorial written by an American citizen, published in Tampa
Newspaper. He did quite a job.


IMMIGRANTS, NOT AMERICANS, MUST ADAPT.

I am tired of this nation worrying about whether we are offending
some individual or their culture. Since the terrorist attacks on Sept. 11,
we have experienced a surge in patriotism by the majority of Americans.

However, the dust from the attacks had barely settled when the
politically correct" crowd began complaining about the possibility that our
patriotism was offending others.

I am not against immigration, nor do I hold a grudge against anyone
who is seeking a better life by coming to America. Our population is
almost entirely comprised of descendants of immigrants. However, there are a few
things that those who have recently come to our country, and apparently
some born here, need to understand.

This idea of America being a multicultural community has served only
to dilute our sovereignty and our national identity. As Americans, we have
our own culture, our own society, our own language and our own lifestyle.
This culture has been developed over centuries of struggles, trials, and
victories by millions of men and women who have sought freedom.

We speak ENGLISH, not Spanish, Arabic, Chinese, Japanese, Russian,
or any other language. Therefore, if you wish to become part of our
society, learn the language! "In God We Trust" is our national motto. This is not
some Christian right wing, political slogan. We adopted this motto because
men and women, on principles, founded this nation, and this is clearly
documented. It is certainly appropriate to display it on the walls of our
schools.

If God offends you, then I suggest you consider another part of the
world as your new home, because God is part of our culture. If Stars and
Stripes offend you, or you don't like Uncle Sam, then you should seriously
consider a move to another part of this planet. We are happy with our
culture and have no desire to change, and we really don't care how you did
things where you came from. This is OUR COUNTRY our land, and our
lifestyle.

Our First Amendment gives every citizen the right to express his
opinion and we will allow you every opportunity to do so. But, once you are
done complaining, whining, and griping about our flag, our pledge, our
national motto, or our way of life, we highly encourage you to take
advantage of one other great American freedoms,

THE RIGHT TO LEAVE.

June 20, 2002 - Vol. 5 - Issue 2

You know, history is absolutely amazing. I'd like to know the guy who said: "Those who fail to study history are doomed to repeat the past's mistakes." So that may not be the correct quote, but you get the idea. I have determined that all the studying in the world will amount to nothing. As a race, scratch that, as a species, we are most certainly doomed to extinction at our own hand. Why? Well this could be a long philosophical discussion with many viewpoints, but I will show one example and how that I interacted with it. The example? "Road Rage."

Road Rage by Webster's definition: "Violent behavior exhibited by drivers in traffic, often as a manifestation of stress." See, it's even in the dictionary. The auto is a wonderful invention (please bear with me on this - I'm using an allegory here) and we use it everyday in some form or another. The way it has effected our life is incredible and yet very sad. For as many examples of how the auto is a lifesaver you can find almost as many that show how the auto has taken lives. I was a first time witness to road rage yesterday and it shocked me to my core because I found so hard to believe. Don't get me wrong, I've flipped the bird or muttered under my breath when someone has cut me off, not yielded the right of way or offended my driving skills in some fashion. Oh yeah, would I love to have a set of twin .50 cals mounted on the top of the car. Cut me off? Take that! BUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPP! No more trunk, rear wheels and back seat for you! Ok, so it's fun to imagine, but what if I really did have that? Would I use it? Nah, but what about if they were PAINTBALL GUNS!! OH YEAH!! SSSSPPPPPPLLLLAAAAAAAAAAAAATTT! Followed by them dying in a fiery car accident because you scared the shit out of them, which caused them to swerve into the path of an oncoming tractor-trailer.... ooops.

Back to the matter at hand. As me and wife are headed to see the realtor, Mr. Tricked-Out Ford Bronco pulls out of somewhere cutting off Mr. Shiny Black Chevy S-10. Mr. S-10 takes offense to this by honking, screaming and making some very lewd gestures. Mr. Bronco retorts by offering a lewd hand gesture of his own and reducing his speed to a casual "I'm touring the area" speed of 5 miles an hour. Mr. S-10 has obviously been pushed to his limit. He passes Mr. Bronco on the right side (on the shoulder) at high rate of speed and cuts him off (blocking ALL traffic behind him). After cutting him off, Mr. S-10 stops his truck and climbs out, and by his speech, dress, and ethnicity has proven him to be named Mr. Gino and based on what we've seen of Mr. Bronco, his name should be Mr. LeRoy. (Yeah I know I'm racially profiling, but like I said we're doomed anyways.) So Mr. Gino is pretty enraged at this point and is taunting Mr. LeRoy to get out of his truck. When he refused to do so, Mr. Gino approached Mr. LeRoy and called him, and I quote, "FUCKING NIGGER" and then spit on him. At that point Mrs. Gino got out of the truck and told him to get back in, which he did, but not before taunting and hollering some more. Mr. Gino then spun his tires throwing gravel all over Mr. LeRoy in his tricked-out Bronco.

At this point Mr. LeRoy seemed to take offense and pulled over to the shoulder as if trying to decide whether or not he could whip Mr. Gino or perhaps it was to wipe the saliva off.. As traffic began to move again, I too, pulled over on the side of the road, discussing with the wife if maybe would should take down plate numbers and call the police. I had witnessed an obvious assault, but I was unsure of what would happen if a bystander should enter the fray or offer assistance. After a minute, my self-preservation kicked in and since Mr. LeRoy wasn't moving I figured he wasn't going to do anything and we went on our way.

It wasn't until later as I was reflecting on that incident that came to my epiphany. Mr. Gino was so mad that rather then call him anything else, he chose to slander him based solely on his skin color. All over an impolite vehicular maneuver and some accompanying hand gestures. Nothing was said about anything personal, it was simply because Mr. Gino did not like the treatment he got from another driver. (On a side bet, I think that Ms. Gina in the truck with him, may have contributed to his overall mood). Don't get me wrong, I've heard "Nigger" used quite a bit in my rather short life, but for some reason it struck me differently then any other time that I have heard in music, movies, TV, etc., etc.. Maybe it's because I would never, ever do something like that. I don't know, I'm still puzzling this one out.

This brings me to my doomed point. We are done for, at least until someone can show me something that proves different. Am I being a bit cynical? Yep. For all the good that is done, there is always a little bad. This was my spot of bad and I think it may have scarred me just a smidge. Nothing major, nothing even noticeable, but enough that I can only wonder about the actions of one individual on a planet with 3.5+ billion people who interact in some fashion every day. I will hold out hope that we are not alone in the universe because it will be a really quite place until someone or something happens along to fill the void.

I’m done for today. If you can, Consider yourself "Bitched at."

You asked and now you shall recieve.

I did it. I put a link to here on my main web page. Now the two are inexorably linked in a freakish twist of fate. Yeah you can say it, I'm a few sandwiches short of a picnic but at least it's fun to watch me write what the voices in my head tell me to.

Apparently another of my personal heroes has bitten the dust. Stone Cold Steve Austin of WWE is in trouble for spousal abuse ( http://www.badjocks.com ). What is the world coming too. Give me as much money as these fuckers have and I'll be the biggest humanitarian in the world. Well, not in the world, but I certainly do my share right here! Cripes!

Done.

Alright then!

I've only gotten a couple of answers to my Post - No Post the BLOG question. I'm going to assume since enough people think it's a good idea, then it must be? Right? So that will have it's own link very soon. Oh yeah, a new Daily Bitch is up. I'm going to try and put out one on Mondays and Thursdays. The blog will be my mini catch-all for ideas that I have.

Thursday's DB deals with change. So far it looks like Monday will be the topic of "Friends, Lovers, Co-workers, and the other Lazy, Evil Shits who you have to deal with in Life" which is inspired by true events in my own life! I know...it's hard to believe, but it will all be true. Trust me.

Later gator!

June 12, 2002 - Vol. 5 - Issue 1

First of all, I know that I have been away for a little bit and it's been a little while since I had a good "Bitch session." There are reasons, like I've been busy with my life, etc., etc., but you could care less. Even though my life has been going fairly smoothly, events have transpired that have convinced me that now, more then ever, I need to keep this updated, if nothing else then for my own sanity. Oh yeah, thanks to those that read my BLOG while I was away, it was your feedback that convinced me of what I had to do. So as I had said, there have been "changes" in my life and that's what today is all about.

Change can be a good thing and it can be a bad thing. Like changing your undies everyday. That's a good thing because no one want to smell them suckers after you been wearing them a few days and the funk starts emanating from them. Changing your clothes is a good thing too, unless you have poor fashion taste, then it's one nightmare after another for the people around you. Changing your significant other can be a good thing AND a bad thing. Learning all the "stuff" from your new partner can be really fun, but at the same time, the old baggage from your last partner can tend to hang around like the funk from those britches you been wearing for the last 4 days.

At the company I work for, we have gone through a BIG change. We were "outsourced" to a smaller company. Now even though we all still sit at the same desk, have the same phone, and do the same job, we have new bosses, a new name on the paycheck, and suck-ass health benefits. How could this happen? Well, first of all they (original company) tried to keep us in the dark by not communicating anything to us. Only by some industrious digging on the web and reading between the lines were they FORCED to admit what was going to happen. So finally, after the shit was spread really thick, did we finally get to wipe off and take a look at the plans. Can you freaking believe it? It was almost a total coup-detat, we were able to get the BIG GUYS to show us. We were kept in the dark intentionally for so long I started the Mushroom Revolution.

I guess that some changes can be good, but this particular change was a virtual 24/7 rumor generator. Everyday we would hear something that was the contrary to what we had heard the day before. Then without much ado at all, it happened. The Announcement. Now it was official, there was a change going to happen whether we liked it or not. See this is what I trying to figure out. How a change that you cannot control can piss you off and make you a really FUCKING BITTER! See, it's almost like being told you are going to die. You have those same types of stages of acceptance:

1. DENIAL. "What? No freakin' way this is going to happen. They can't do this to us! If we do this we don't have the layoffs again? Yeah right, Kiss my ass!"
2. ANGER. "YOU BASTARDS! This is my repayment for years of loyalty? Kiss my ass, you greedy corporate shits!"
3. BARGAINING. "Well, it is a smaller company. We'll have more room to move to different positions. Did someone say we'll get to do hardware support?"
4. DEPRESSION. "Oh man, did you see their health benefits? These suck. A new badge? Aww, now I'm a sub-contractor? That's like shit under the lowest pond scum."
5. ACCEPTANCE. "Oh well, at least I have a job."

Yep, that's exactly what I'm talking about. Me? I think I'm swinging back and forth on all of them and have yet to settle into the acceptance phase because I'm pissed about it. All I want is some answers to some really easy questions. Like why? or maybe my favorite: "Can I see the money math for this transition?" I mean, call me crazy if you want, but you have to want to know the whole what, why, when, where, and how of this situation. Or maybe just I do. I just want to walk up to the person in charge and kick him in the nuts for trying to keep us in the dark. What would that accomplish? Not much, just a little satisfaction of how it feels to have your loyalty tossed back in your face.

I thought I knew how funny Dilbert was at my last position, now it's so true it's tough to find the humor, but given my sense of humor and twisted nature, I'll find it. Besides, it's only a matter of time before the new bosses find out who I am.

I’m done for today. Consider yourself "Bitched at."

Hey...go check out my web page!! I've been working hard to get some good stuff up there! http://www.dailybitch.com

On a separate note, I can't decide if I should make a link to this here blog off my website. So I'll be democratic about it and put it up to a popular vote. E-mail with your nay or yay and go from there.

I'm out!

Ok, let's see if I remember how to type.... FUCK...yep that still works. Good let's begin.

Today is my first real day back at work and I'm finishing up the rebuild of my machine (THANKS MR. JOE), and I make the mistake of doing a favor. Come to find out what I thought would be a 20 minute ticket has quickly turned into a 3 hour job. Piece of shit machine! I finally got it back on the domain after checking through the bindings! Who in the world would check the bindings, but apparently Mr. customer decided to get a wireless network going at home and the freaking Linksys software changed the bindings. Then he wonders how come he can't get mail. HEY SHIT FOR BRAINS! IT'S A WORK MACHINE, IT AIN'T ONE OF YOUR PLAYTOYS FOR HOME!!! Oh well.

I've been very depressed(?), disallusioned(?), morose(?) about this job lately. Call me crazy, but most of all I feel like I got the "high hard one" for all the work I did down at the the "other place." No thanks from anyone at Ed's house, no calls, nothing. I get that feelings I just wasted my time. Of couse from my 'mates here, I got lot's of "Hi, Howdies, and glad-to-have-you-backs," but nothing else from the authorities. Quit? Sounds like a grand idea, but then what will I do. Nah, rather hang around here and wait to see if DeJuan get some action going.

This machine is now done, time to go harass the customer some more!

Later!

Today is the the magic day! Last day of the TDY blog!

That's right, today I go home, back to the wife and kid, back to the big "X", back to lead (or wander aimlessly) the mushroom revolution. It's 10:39 now and only about another 20 minutes before we get "walked" out. First we have to fill out the paperwork that cancels our account and promises we won't discuss anything we saw (oops too late for that), etc. etc. We all know how that works.

The guys here got together and gave us some cake and I got a real nice card with comments inside. Everyone has told us how much they will miss us and how good of a co-worker I was. I feel almost kind of misty, but then I realize that I'm going HOME where I have co-workers that are missing me (at least I think they are). I set up the permanent out of office rule and I'm about to re-clone my machine to erase any incriminating evidence. I do have to admit, that I will miss working closely with the other TDY people, especially Ms Pat, Mr Tom, and Mr Fred. We had some fun times busting each other's chops, but now the only ones left here with be Ms Pat & Mr Fred. They are posted here until the middle of July. You folks might not know that Ms Pat has contributed quite a few documents to Ed's Place at the X, and it has been fun watching her chase these guys around trying to get them to sit down and walk through what they do so she can write it all down.

Of course I took lots of pictures yesterday and today, so you can see who all the people are, and while I'm on vacation I'll be re-vamping the Daily Bitch Homepage and posting all these fine pics.

Well it's time to roll! Signing off from Rockville, Maryland! No, don't worry, the blog will continue, because I sure that DeJuan is going to give me lots and lots to blog about. Thanks for tuning in, see you in a week!!

Well I got a call yesterday and I thought I would discuss it today.

Hmmm, I guess first I should say, that everyone has their day in the sun, and along that same lines, when you mess up you get in the blog! So today, the semi-annual "That's why you don't touch people stuff" award goes to Mr. Joe. Along with this award comes the "You did what to my hard drive?" technology prize. I don't want to beat on Mr Joe too much, but he definately deserves it. I'm sure he'll want to split the honor with Mr. John for telling me. Oh well it happens. At least Mr John salvaged a lot of my personal data. That's nice, good thing (because I had the wierdest thought I would have to "sanitize" my machine when we moved into DeJuan's house) I backed up my data (the important stuff) to 2 CDs before I left. Hopefully (hint, hint) all my hardware will be back to normal when I get back AFTER my vacation. Here I thought I was just going to come in on Friday and offload all my data from the laptop. Talk about taking a productivity drop!

Had a little meeting with Ms. Helen this morning to discuss a document that I had wrote. She seemed very interested, it's too bad I was only able to get about 20 minutes of her time. Felt a bit short-changed and really couldn't explain myself. I think I'm really going to miss most of the people here, especially the folks I've worked really close with.

For those keeping track...still no Amex card delivered to my house. Too bad Ms Sue told me not to call AMEX so I can't talk (harass) them about where the card is.

Oh well....

I know... I know... The text is scroooollllliiinnng across the screen. That is because of my May 16th blog. I made the mistake of scrolling a single word across the screen. Now, I can't go back and edit it, all of the rest of them I can, but for some reason the software is not letting me do that.

Soooo... The workaround for this is to look over on the left and use the ARCHIVE link for this week. The settings are to show the last 7 days of blogs so this will be hosed for another couple of days. Then is should straighten itself out (I hope).

I'm also trying to get the text a smidge bigger.

Picky, picky. But if everyone is reading it, then I guess I should be happy!

Ok, looks like someone had a bad server day! The blog is back....so lets chat...

Now, does everyone know what Tourette Syndrome is? According to a medical journal it is this: Tourette syndrome (TS) is an inherited, neurological disorder characterized by repeated involuntary movements and uncontrollable vocal (phonic) sounds called tics. In a few cases, such tics can include inappropriate words and phrases. The disorder is named for Dr. Georges Gilles de la Tourette, the pioneering French neurologist who first described an 86-year-old French noblewoman with the condition in 1885.

But this is the part we are interested in.....TS patients may utter strange and unacceptable sounds, words, or phrases. It is not uncommon for a person with TS to continuously clear his or her throat, cough, sniff, grunt, yelp, bark, or shout.

Did you see that part about throat clearing? I bring attention to this for 1 simple reason: MR. "YOU KNOW WHO" OBVIOUSLY HAS THIS!!! See, I noticed from the first day I worked with him. It wasn't so bad, until Mr. Scot (one of the "guys" here) asked him if that was his car starting impression. So today after almost 40 days of this noise, I did a little experiment. I put up a piece of paper and everytime he grunted, I put up a tick mark. Guess what? Since 7:45am this morning, he has done it 53 times. Yeah...that's 53 as in halfway to a hundred!! AND THAT'S ONLY THE ONES I NOTICED!!

Yep, it's bugging the shit out of me. Now it's a joke. I've even discussed it with Mr. Tom & Ms. Pat, you know, debating on how to count them. See sometimes he does it twice, with a brief pause between 1 & 2. Now is that just one or should it count as two. That is the length of our debate. Kind of weak ain't it.

Nothing much happening here. Took Mr. Steve out to lunch to thank him for being a good guy (he was the mgr we reported to while here). Besides that, only 2 days left. I brought the camera this week, so you will be able to see all of these people out on the Daily Bitch Homepage. If anything else happens, I'll pop it in.

Who's my bitch?

Hey...where's my blog? It is missing?

test blog

Monday morning Haiku:

My teeth are nashing,
Amex card not in mail, shit!
No charge for Artie!

Yep. That's right, nothing in the mail even though the lady on the phone said Friday delivery. I wonder if I can call and get a reference or tracking number. Then again, I have been told by my manager-who-prefers-not-to-be-named-in-my-blog that his manager told me I'm not supposed to be calling Amex.

Bummer, Thanks DeJuan! BTW, I did get the official "ask" to go to Canuck-Land to help Ed's setup company do some renovations. Yeah right. Not even if you gave me the freakin' card and a large suitcase of money. Anyone who volunteers for one of these "missions" should come and see me. I'll be more then happy to give you the number to my therapist. She seems pretty nice, but she keeps telling me I might have issues that she won't be able to help me with.

Can you say Prozac? Last week - 4 days, 3 nights left. Thank God!

It's Sunday!!

I goofed up and now I'm afraid. See I said I was going over to help a buddy do some painting but I ran into a small snag. Actually two large ones and a small one. See, Saturday I was going to help paint, but Friday night, my brother Scot calls and says his girlfriend / mother of his child (there's more but we'll save that for the DB) is missing us and we haven't seen the new baby since it was born and could they come up? Sure, my wife says, but she has forgotten that she is going to be in class all day Saturday and I'll be doing the entertaining. I tried to broach the subject of leaving them alone for a couple of hours, but then we got into that "how do we lock the house AND what if you're not back and we need to get in" conversation.

Long story short, I didn't go. I kept meaning to call, but by the time I found the number it was 2 hours later then when I had planned to go over. So now I feel like a total shithead. Especially since I was trying to talk my fellow co-workers into going with me. Something tells me I really have a ration comeing my way for this little action, or should I say in-action.

Once again, I'm a dork.