Archive for June, 2008
when laughing turns to crying
This is priceless. But you could have stuck any old person in there and it would have been just as effective. McCain just makes it relevant to our current situation.
(via Marco : icanhaswar)
Birthday fact checking
Yesterday was my birthday. I have now been alive for 24 years and one day. It wasn’t a milestone birthday, so I didn’t party as if it were. I just hung out with my family and my friend Jared from high school. But here’s where it get’s interesting..
After talking to him, and then recalling a few other recent conversations with coworkers, I realized that the vast majority of this town (state? region?) still believes that Obama is “a Muslim who is unpatriotic because he won’t wear a flag pin on his lapel, say the pledge of allegence, or put his hand over his heart” at the appropriate time.
Now I support Obama. I don’t hide this. However, I have also no problem with people having different opinions. The only thing that bothers me is the fact that no one around here (that I’ve come into contact with) has taken the time to dig past the rhetoric of the right/left wing email forwards and the CNN/FOX News rumor mills.
If you want to vote for someone–anyone–then just do me (and yourself) a favor: use the internet for something other than myspace, like RESEARCH. There is this great little website called Snopes.com. They dissect every rumor that goes around the internet about each presidential candidate (among other people). If it’s it’s true, they will provide proof. Conversely, they will provide proof to DISPROVE anything that is just a scare tactic from either side of the party line.
So basically, all I’m saying is do your research. Don’t just sit there and allow yourself to be spoonfed a bunch of garbage from someone with 8 different agendas. This is, in my opinion, one of the most important elections we will face in our lifetime. Vote based on facts. This will keep us from regretting our decision later on.
Look out for yourself, or no one else will!
no more Rufus
I’m pretty bummed about George Carlin’s death. He was a brilliant comedian (more like life commentator), a gifted actor, and a generally underrated thinker. His intelligence was obvoius in his stand-up. But if I read one more ‘memorial’ piece about him online using the phrase “the world just got a lot less funny“, I think I might just explode from lack of originality.
Anyway, here’s to you George. I’ll watch Bill and Ted’s Excellent Adventure this week, just for you!
A must read!
(for those of you not paying attention, or if you’ve never been here, I am currently employed through Hotels.com as a phone reservation person)
This is an email from an actual hotels.com customer about his stay at the Boston Milner Hotel.
“Let me just clarify how my night went.
The Check In.
Place looks sketchy, but I can handle Sketchy for one night.
In front of me at the check in counter:
One 6-3 black man weight = 135 LBS soaking wet with boots on. One 5-5
white man 85 LBS. The white man is booking the room and has no
information about the Black man, nothing, doesn’t even know him, but
they are about to get a room together. Lady books them, for less that
what I paid on line BTW. I step up ” ahhh I’d like to cancel my
reservation” sir you need 24 hours notice to cancel. Bicker, argue,
bicker, argue, no help. Ok I decide to check out the room at least. I go
up to the fifth floor, wander around aimlessly, can’t find it, push
button on the elevator, never comes, decide to take stairs, ok not even
lying right here. The stairwell door doesn’t read exit, it reads, 513,
which just so happens to be my room number. Head out to the stair well
and sure enough there is a door there to my room, in the stair well. Say
to my self just leave now, leave now, I head in, room smells like some
one took a dump in a pot of water then boiled it. Gag reflex, gag
reflex. The room is about the size of the cube I am currently sitting in
as I type this, there is a bathroom and a shower, and a sink, but the
sink is not in the bathroom, it is next to the Bed which is the size of
my thumb. (Holy Crap) I check under the bed for a dead body, at which
point I hope I find one cause I believe this might be an easy out, but
who knows at this place. No dead body, (damn it) I check the toilet
(with my foot mind you) for a mystery gift (maybe the holy crap), no
such luck, shower nothing, at this point I contemplate hanging myself in
the shower, but decide this hotel is not even suitable for this
activity. Although can’t say it hasn’t been done there before. I leave.
Head down to the front desks, which is convenient as the stairs were
right there. As I open the door to walk into the lobby, “is the
something wrong with the room sir” Me “Are you Kidding me” and I quote
“Besides the fact it smells like someone just gave birth in there” Sir
you’re being rude, Me ” the window doesn’t lock the stair well outside
of it heads down to crackville USA ” ” no way I am staying here I want
my money back, Deskclerk Sir sorry I am just a desk clerk nothing I can
do for you, you’ll have to speak to the manager in the morning.
At this point in time I am traumatized, or at least think I am (just
keep reading).
I decide to head back to the luxurious Milner Hotel to drop off my bag
and head to a concert I am attending.
Completely not lying here, you can check the police blotter if you want.
Right in front of the door of the luxurious Milner Hotel, I can not even
go in,
The are about 6 cops cars around the hotel and 2 ambulances, as I walk
up, there is a naked, yes a naked man, on the ground flopping around
like a fish, EMT’s are trying to hold him down, all of a sudden, he
stops flopping and proceeds to $hit himself all over the side walk (gag
reflex, gag reflex) I’m maybe 8 feet away from this like a deer in
headlights, the EMT slaps him in the face and calls out his name a
couple of time, cause apparently this ain’t his first time to this cook
out. They start CPR and put that bag thing over his mouth, cause you
don’t want to goes there, no sir re, after like 25 seconds the dude
comes back, R U kidding me, there are kids in IRAQ eating bullets and
you bring this guy back, seriously (Jesus, David, Allah) what’s wrong
with you. He flops around a little more and although I can not verify
this, I think he $hits himself again. At this point in time I am in
shock, I can’t even move, nobody is even suggesting that I do so, which
I can’t believe. I am watching the thing like it’s HBO Sunday night 10
PM ( Entourage ) and no ones saying a word. The people from the
luxurious Milner Hotel, are standing on the top step watching this like
it’s nothing, nothing. They slap the guy on a dolly and put him in the
ambulance. Like on cue this 280LBS Mexican lady come out and starts
cleaning the side walk, I say to the “just a desk clerk” now can I get
my money back, don’t think this is even a question any more. She says
back “what for”, Me and I quote ” someone just o-ded right in front of
me” (just a desk clerk) “correct sir” as she snaps of rubber gloves “but
I don’t have time to argue with you as I have other matters to attend
to, You’ll have to come back in the morning and speak to management” At
this point My brain shuts downs for a few seconds, I think it rebooted
(BSOD for tech geeks)
I tap a cop on the shoulder “for one million dollars you stay one in
this hotel”, Nope.
You can keep your 60 hotel bucks
Thank you for altering my life forever.
Edward Kelley”
I would LOVE to meet this guy, or at least read his blog.
