I've had some interest in the issue of the Metro Gang Task force, notably the fleecing of an innocent man. Was the man undocumented? Sure. But no excuse, no pretense to ever hassle the guy.
Thursday, August 27, 2009
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
More Reading On the Divorce Boom
http://minnesota.publicradio.org/projects/2009/08/divorce/index.shtml
It's peculular that it peaked at around 1979. I wonder if the boom is a result of the fact there was more of an obligation to get married as a result of children than it is today.
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These kids seem to know they are out of their depth dealing with unhappy parents, but they don't know what to do about it.
"It's like when you watch a grown-up movie, you don't want to know about this stuff yet," said Lizzy.
Halee, the girl sitting next to Lizzy, nods in agreement. Then she says, "That's why they have cartoons."
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It's peculular that it peaked at around 1979. I wonder if the boom is a result of the fact there was more of an obligation to get married as a result of children than it is today.
"
These kids seem to know they are out of their depth dealing with unhappy parents, but they don't know what to do about it.
"It's like when you watch a grown-up movie, you don't want to know about this stuff yet," said Lizzy.
Halee, the girl sitting next to Lizzy, nods in agreement. Then she says, "That's why they have cartoons."
"
Monday, August 24, 2009
Sunday, August 23, 2009
Thursday, August 20, 2009
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
(Just About Possibly)Too Little Too Late
2:15 PM
It was raining so hard, we could barely see out the windows.
We heard a storm siren.News of tornado touching down at 35 W near the Convention Center were reported. A downtown church and The Electric Fetus record store saw damge. Trees were uprooted.
People were looking out the office window to try to catch a glimpes of something coming or going. *stupid*
The building's alert system started beeping and we all moved away from the exterior windows. Then ,we were given the okay to go back to our desks from the admins. The alert system is still beeping . The PA annouces "Clear away from exterior windows."
Time- 2:45PM
Fail.
2:50- "We received new information, it's alright to go back near the windows."
Like we have been for 15 minutes?
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
No More Gmail @ Work
No more personal e-mail access at my job. Lame.
Since my work e-mail has personal use guidelines (except for emergencies), I will be only blogging from home in the future.How the heck do I remember my whole day, when all I want to do is zone out? Sometimes, I can't even remember 3 weeks back.
I might just have to focus on work.
That's a damn shame.
Drool Your Face Off!!!
I was looking into just buying something for the work potluck tommorow. I figured "Candyland is basically downstairs, I know they sell popcorn. Let me see how much I shoudl expect to spend."
I went to this site:
You will get lost forever. Surfing this site, and now blogging it, is not contributing to a productive day one bit. I love the fact there's a "Chocolate covered..." category in their list of products.
Gummi Army Men. YUM!
Sour Gummy Worms. YUM YUM!
UCKY!
Holy crap I want that NOW! YUM!
Whew! You saved the day, toffee/chocolate pretzel.
*I won't know if these pics will work until I get home. I wish Twitter had a work-around where I can just e-mail Tweets. @work. hehe
Old, But New Here
This is an old lament from OK Cupid earlier in the year. I got myself in a quite sticky situation.:
I went on a couple dates with a beautiful and seemingly kind woman. We met eachother while she was at the bar with another guy I knew. She told me I was cute then, and said this guy was just her friend. I am not sure now if its true. He was quite jealous and acted liked he loved her, after knowing her for only a few weeks himself.
We connected on our dates, and in short time, developed an intimate bond. All I wanted was a kiss. What I got was everthing. We messaged eachother via text. She was getting a late start in life due to a possibly shady past and becoming a mother twice. She was in school for nursing.
She lived in her "Ex-boyfriend's" house. I put it in quotes, because he isn't under the impression they are broken up. He was locked up for some crimes and shortly after my dates with her, he had gotten out. He's due for more sentencing in a month or so for other crimes. She's playing a role so she can still have a home for her (their) family.I had a good friend tell me to run away. I didn't listen right away.
It is my understanding that she isn't happy, and I trusted her feelings and intentions for me are true. I tried to break off for practical reasons, but I was begged back in. "One short month". I still adored the person I knew. I don't know if I could help her.. if I could bring someone happiness. She is clearly stuck.
But now we won't speak for a while due to another family emergency she's having. Meanwhile, there was a little war between the guy she was with at the bar and his lady friend got in the mix as well. My character has been attacked. I'm told over and over by others to run away. Get out. No woman is worth this.
I'm getting away this time. When she calls or texts in a week or two, I will put my foot down. It will be tough for me. She'll try to beg me back in. Become my friend. I can only hope I have enough will power to resist her.
Sure, it's one month before the baby-daddy is back in the clink.I would be free to come out fro mthe shaddows and see her. But, for how long? What would be next?
I am way too nice for this bullshit. I dont get involved in shady business. I don't want to be part of anybody's lie. And frankly, I don't want to put my life in danger over a woman. No amount of mutual attraction is worth it.
**** Update: Through short messages and a brief phone call a week or two ago, know she went through rehab for alcohol and she's trying to be a good person. She's out of his house on her own with her boys. I don't know what made me fail to see she was ever "bad". I could understand rehab from alcohol though. I still won't get involved with this person, but this is me being cheerleader from afar. YAY! GO YOU!
I went on a couple dates with a beautiful and seemingly kind woman. We met eachother while she was at the bar with another guy I knew. She told me I was cute then, and said this guy was just her friend. I am not sure now if its true. He was quite jealous and acted liked he loved her, after knowing her for only a few weeks himself.
We connected on our dates, and in short time, developed an intimate bond. All I wanted was a kiss. What I got was everthing. We messaged eachother via text. She was getting a late start in life due to a possibly shady past and becoming a mother twice. She was in school for nursing.
She lived in her "Ex-boyfriend's" house. I put it in quotes, because he isn't under the impression they are broken up. He was locked up for some crimes and shortly after my dates with her, he had gotten out. He's due for more sentencing in a month or so for other crimes. She's playing a role so she can still have a home for her (their) family.I had a good friend tell me to run away. I didn't listen right away.
It is my understanding that she isn't happy, and I trusted her feelings and intentions for me are true. I tried to break off for practical reasons, but I was begged back in. "One short month". I still adored the person I knew. I don't know if I could help her.. if I could bring someone happiness. She is clearly stuck.
But now we won't speak for a while due to another family emergency she's having. Meanwhile, there was a little war between the guy she was with at the bar and his lady friend got in the mix as well. My character has been attacked. I'm told over and over by others to run away. Get out. No woman is worth this.
I'm getting away this time. When she calls or texts in a week or two, I will put my foot down. It will be tough for me. She'll try to beg me back in. Become my friend. I can only hope I have enough will power to resist her.
Sure, it's one month before the baby-daddy is back in the clink.I would be free to come out fro mthe shaddows and see her. But, for how long? What would be next?
I am way too nice for this bullshit. I dont get involved in shady business. I don't want to be part of anybody's lie. And frankly, I don't want to put my life in danger over a woman. No amount of mutual attraction is worth it.
**** Update: Through short messages and a brief phone call a week or two ago, know she went through rehab for alcohol and she's trying to be a good person. She's out of his house on her own with her boys. I don't know what made me fail to see she was ever "bad". I could understand rehab from alcohol though. I still won't get involved with this person, but this is me being cheerleader from afar. YAY! GO YOU!
Sunday, August 16, 2009
Awake
I napped from 5 until 6:30, hoping I would be up and ready to get stuff done... I wasn't ready for squat.
I tried re-napping at 7- and my empty stomach or guilty conscience is just not letting me pass out.
I tried re-napping at 7- and my empty stomach or guilty conscience is just not letting me pass out.
Messed Up Drug Stories
I don't use drugs. I never have, and I never will.I don't think I have the capability to smoke anything, I hate needles, I sneeze when I pluck a nose hair... it's just not possible. I don't want to be under the influence of any substance... well, alcohol is okay on occasion.. But it's my silly-fun juice.
I don't think I am capable of fully controlling my mind anyways. It can be an impulsive/reflexive organ, almost likened to a doctor tapping below the knee cap. I see, and I react. Drugs would just make it worse.
But, I LOVE hearing my brother tell stories about he and his friends getting high. Those days are long over for him. Well, the harder stuff is. Weed has creeped back in.
Last night, the subject was opened up while dad was sitting with us. I did not ever witness my dad as a drug user, he wasn't a junkie. He enjoyed the occasional beer and got drunk. But otherwise, no drugs.
It starts with my bro telling a story about how his grandma saw pretty flowers budding in some plants out back at her cabin, and decided top transplant them to the front. These plants had gotten VERY tall, and his uncle saw them and asked "What the hell are you growing, ma?"
Being the innocent one, I asked "Well, the bud is the part you smoke, right? not the leaf?"
and he went into how the leaf is used to make edible brownies and stuff. You actually get more THC when it's ingested than if it's smoked.
Then dad chimes in on the subject "You can just put it into a blender and the oiliness of the plant can allow it to be substituted for butter in recipes."
I was amazed by the fact, and that dad knew that. He's nearing 54, it shouldn't be surprising he has lived a full life in his youth.
I don't think I am capable of fully controlling my mind anyways. It can be an impulsive/reflexive organ, almost likened to a doctor tapping below the knee cap. I see, and I react. Drugs would just make it worse.
But, I LOVE hearing my brother tell stories about he and his friends getting high. Those days are long over for him. Well, the harder stuff is. Weed has creeped back in.
Last night, the subject was opened up while dad was sitting with us. I did not ever witness my dad as a drug user, he wasn't a junkie. He enjoyed the occasional beer and got drunk. But otherwise, no drugs.
It starts with my bro telling a story about how his grandma saw pretty flowers budding in some plants out back at her cabin, and decided top transplant them to the front. These plants had gotten VERY tall, and his uncle saw them and asked "What the hell are you growing, ma?"
Being the innocent one, I asked "Well, the bud is the part you smoke, right? not the leaf?"
and he went into how the leaf is used to make edible brownies and stuff. You actually get more THC when it's ingested than if it's smoked.
Then dad chimes in on the subject "You can just put it into a blender and the oiliness of the plant can allow it to be substituted for butter in recipes."
I was amazed by the fact, and that dad knew that. He's nearing 54, it shouldn't be surprising he has lived a full life in his youth.
Friday, August 14, 2009
Thursday, August 13, 2009
I've Got My Spine, I've Got My Orange Crush
It's funny I hear "Orange Crush" on TheCurrent at this moment.
I quoted lyrics to this song in a Facebook status message yesterday.
Follow me, don't follow me.
I guess being "unfollowed" on Twitter inspired me to do that.
It's such a stupid site, I should not have taken it so personally. My Tweets are fairly incessant and sometimes funny. Really, I'm the funniest guy I know and people agree... that I think I'm the funniest guy around.
Alex said I was pasty. Tong, mis-heard, restated that I was tasty. We laugh. 'Alex, let's go get health benefits together' To Iowa we go.
4:47 PM Aug 12th from txt
Honey nut cheerios is only PART of a complete breakfast. My tumbly wants toast, juice, and bacon.
7:10 AM Aug 11th from txt
The Walk of Life by Dire Straits. I command you to leave my head now. With your cool keyboard intro and danceable beat.
11:43 PM Aug 9th from txt
My mom let me grow up to be a cowboy.
3:30 PM Jul 29th from txt
Instant Karma at Karaoke. That was for you, Kate. :) You'll shine on. Like the moon, the Stars, and the Sun. Congrats.
10:17 PM Jul 27th from web in reply to ______
Otters! I saw otters crossing the street near my apt! Awesome...
4:49 PM Jul 26th from web
I heard Judy Garland had Mickey rooney's abortion when she was 15. Just a rumor though. That I made up.
1:24 PM Jul 25th from web
I have 2 brothers. Burping for volume and peeing for distance are things I became good at. What happens in the woods stays in the woods.
10:52 PM Jul 17th from web
Running late. still cleaning eye goo on the bus. it's a glasses day.
7:44 AM Jul 14th from mobile web
The horn on the bus goes beep-thefuck-beep, all through the town. Make way on the shoulder, slow-shits!
5:19 PM Jul 9th from txt
Many geriatric folk are on Niccolet watching the Lions club parade. They seem so well behaved outside of the bingo hall.
10:35 AM Jul 7th from txt
Follow me on Twitter as stinsauce for others. Those were just randoms I pulled that caught my eye.
I quoted lyrics to this song in a Facebook status message yesterday.
Follow me, don't follow me.
I guess being "unfollowed" on Twitter inspired me to do that.
It's such a stupid site, I should not have taken it so personally. My Tweets are fairly incessant and sometimes funny. Really, I'm the funniest guy I know and people agree... that I think I'm the funniest guy around.
Alex said I was pasty. Tong, mis-heard, restated that I was tasty. We laugh. 'Alex, let's go get health benefits together' To Iowa we go.
4:47 PM Aug 12th from txt
Honey nut cheerios is only PART of a complete breakfast. My tumbly wants toast, juice, and bacon.
7:10 AM Aug 11th from txt
The Walk of Life by Dire Straits. I command you to leave my head now. With your cool keyboard intro and danceable beat.
11:43 PM Aug 9th from txt
My mom let me grow up to be a cowboy.
3:30 PM Jul 29th from txt
Instant Karma at Karaoke. That was for you, Kate. :) You'll shine on. Like the moon, the Stars, and the Sun. Congrats.
10:17 PM Jul 27th from web in reply to ______
Otters! I saw otters crossing the street near my apt! Awesome...
4:49 PM Jul 26th from web
I heard Judy Garland had Mickey rooney's abortion when she was 15. Just a rumor though. That I made up.
1:24 PM Jul 25th from web
I have 2 brothers. Burping for volume and peeing for distance are things I became good at. What happens in the woods stays in the woods.
10:52 PM Jul 17th from web
Running late. still cleaning eye goo on the bus. it's a glasses day.
7:44 AM Jul 14th from mobile web
The horn on the bus goes beep-thefuck-beep, all through the town. Make way on the shoulder, slow-shits!
5:19 PM Jul 9th from txt
Many geriatric folk are on Niccolet watching the Lions club parade. They seem so well behaved outside of the bingo hall.
10:35 AM Jul 7th from txt
Follow me on Twitter as stinsauce for others. Those were just randoms I pulled that caught my eye.
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
Update on the Hmong Bride...
Tong told me of a dream she had where coworkers in our old department (we go back a few years) were setting up a fund to for me to get a girlfriend.
Or, as it is, purchase a Hmong bride.
I need to ask a couple old classmates of mine if they had to follow this tradition. Facebook actually comes in handy on this issue.
Sunday, August 2, 2009
Smoke Alarm!
I tried making a pizza this afternoon. Well, I did. It was delicious.
Why do I need a smoke alarm in my kitchen. I live in a studio apartment. I can see and smell the goddamn fire.
I suppose if I was passed out unconscious or wasn't home, and there was a spontaneous combustion... the neighbors would need to know what's up.
For now, it's my "you have a dirty oven" alarm.
*Okay, I get "building ordainances" and safety. It's just friggen annoying.
Why do I need a smoke alarm in my kitchen. I live in a studio apartment. I can see and smell the goddamn fire.
I suppose if I was passed out unconscious or wasn't home, and there was a spontaneous combustion... the neighbors would need to know what's up.
For now, it's my "you have a dirty oven" alarm.
*Okay, I get "building ordainances" and safety. It's just friggen annoying.
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