Google by Alphabet
In the spirit of MySpace and the MySpace-ization of Facebook via surveys, I just made up/figured out this one. I go into Google and see what all I have searched and then list the first item searched for each letter of the alphabet. Fun eh? (Don't worry, readers of Sparkyworld, both of you, I go back to work on Sunday night.)
Here goes:
A - aaliyah
B - BE addicts (yeah, i do'nt know what this is either
C - calendar
D - DiDough's Twisted Pretzels (don't eat there, the manager is a douche)
E - Environmental Health and Safety PhD Programs
F - factory
G - George Boze (something to do with the bloody strike of the 90s up here in P-town)
H - H&M
I - I-64 exits
J - Jackson, MS (the first one involves illegal activities, so this is the second one)
K - my name!
L - LEEP (a procedure to correct a rogue who-who-dilly)
M - Morton Bank (best interest rates in town my arse!)
N - NIOSH erc
O - O (apparently I googled a letter)
P - Peoria, IL (wow, I'm lame)
Q - quantitative respirator fit testing (i'm really lame)
R - Raceway Woods
S - Samsung SCHu740
T - t le clerc
U - U2 Lyrics
V - valentine's day gifts for men (back when i cared)
W - walker, texas ranger
X - X17
Y - yates
Z - zangief (Street Fighter, Hells Yeah!)
These are pretty lame, so here are the most entertaining ones from my searches, as determined by me:
A - Angry Defecation (from back when I was trying to apprehend "The Mad Crapper")
B - Bathroom Injury Statistics
C - caloric value of kleenex
D - Draw a Mailbox psychological test
E - Ecclesiastes 7:13
F - falling into lava
G - gang bang
H - hairless hampsters
I - i has a karot
J - Jing Jang Cream
K - Keep Louisville Weird
L - Laws of Power
M - mac of macistant
N - nail gun injuries
O - obama questionnaire
P - Pekin Chinks
Q - quotes
R - ringworm
S - scream queens
T - taming pet rats
U - underwriters laboratory
V - vayo con dios
W - watchmen trailer (!!!)
X - only 1 search, the aforementioned x17
Y - Yuri Ebihara
Z - zangief (check out the chest hair on zangief!)
Friday, March 27, 2009
Sunday, March 15, 2009
Home
I will sum it all up by saying that it's good to be home. I've missed it. I've missed everyone. Times are different now. My life is somewhere else. Our lives are all changing. We're growing up and laying roots and starting families of our own. Days like today make me think about laying some roots of my own. I'm not saying I'm going to run out and do it tomorrow, but now I'm more open to the idea. So maybe it's time to grow up, once I figure out how. And when that day comes and even thereafter, I'll always remember what it was like to be young each time I go home.
I will sum it all up by saying that it's good to be home. I've missed it. I've missed everyone. Times are different now. My life is somewhere else. Our lives are all changing. We're growing up and laying roots and starting families of our own. Days like today make me think about laying some roots of my own. I'm not saying I'm going to run out and do it tomorrow, but now I'm more open to the idea. So maybe it's time to grow up, once I figure out how. And when that day comes and even thereafter, I'll always remember what it was like to be young each time I go home.
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
The Wolves Picked One of Us Off
Work is getting weird...and hostile...and sad...and just...weird. The aura in the building is one part post-apocalyptic shock and another part extreme sense of impending doom. Oh the joys of an imploding economy! We're all literally taking it one day at a time, waiting to get a small envelope, which means that our days are number and the date of our professional death at Big Yellow will be imminent in 60 days.
There was a mass reduction in force amongst the hourly ranks last week and the fallout still lingers heavy in the air. Now there are stage whispers of another coming for the management and salary folks and small tribes are begining to form.
Me, I'm the last of the mohicans, with the mm likely being the latest casualty in the war on cost. I'm already working with the pretty boy, who is about to embark on his final 30 days with the company. Working with him is like working with the walking dead. And now that the mm has abruptly vanished, I feel like...
You know when the zombies are attacking and then there are only 2 people left? We were those two people and we had our backs against each others, fighting the good fights (people! quality! velocity! cost!) and being glad to 'live' another day. Well, the zombies picked him off and now it's just me against the horde. What do I do?
I keep my head low, draw a circle in salt on the ground, pick up a board and start swinging. Oh hells yeah I feel defeated and sad and lonely, but now I'm mad as hell and feeling that old defiant spark rearing it's head (which is a sensation very much akin to the one I get when a fervor for pyromania sets in). Yes, I'mna light this bitch on fire, keep on swinging, and not go quietly into that good night.
...and then I'm going to go home and mourn some more. No, wait. I'm going to drive to Tennessee, listen to a lot of Leonard Cohen, and smoke me some Dunhills. That's what I'm gonna do...
Work is getting weird...and hostile...and sad...and just...weird. The aura in the building is one part post-apocalyptic shock and another part extreme sense of impending doom. Oh the joys of an imploding economy! We're all literally taking it one day at a time, waiting to get a small envelope, which means that our days are number and the date of our professional death at Big Yellow will be imminent in 60 days.
There was a mass reduction in force amongst the hourly ranks last week and the fallout still lingers heavy in the air. Now there are stage whispers of another coming for the management and salary folks and small tribes are begining to form.
Me, I'm the last of the mohicans, with the mm likely being the latest casualty in the war on cost. I'm already working with the pretty boy, who is about to embark on his final 30 days with the company. Working with him is like working with the walking dead. And now that the mm has abruptly vanished, I feel like...
You know when the zombies are attacking and then there are only 2 people left? We were those two people and we had our backs against each others, fighting the good fights (people! quality! velocity! cost!) and being glad to 'live' another day. Well, the zombies picked him off and now it's just me against the horde. What do I do?
I keep my head low, draw a circle in salt on the ground, pick up a board and start swinging. Oh hells yeah I feel defeated and sad and lonely, but now I'm mad as hell and feeling that old defiant spark rearing it's head (which is a sensation very much akin to the one I get when a fervor for pyromania sets in). Yes, I'mna light this bitch on fire, keep on swinging, and not go quietly into that good night.
...and then I'm going to go home and mourn some more. No, wait. I'm going to drive to Tennessee, listen to a lot of Leonard Cohen, and smoke me some Dunhills. That's what I'm gonna do...
Tuesday, March 03, 2009
Stay Out of My Sleep!
I think it's a new record...almost a year? A little over a year? For years now, been my own personal Freddy Kruger invading my sleeping, saying cryptic things to me and then vanishing when I wake, leaving me in a daze that haunts my memory for the remainder of the week.
Last time we met, you gave me "advice" in the form of a cryptic, word playing sentence. I went to visit you last night, in a townhouse that you could theoretically own in a town vaguely familiar but probably nowhere I've never actually been. Your neighborhood screamed of yuppiness but your place was unassuming...basically a shotgun house as part of a complex built into a hill with your living quarters resting above the garage. I don't know why we met up or exactly why I was in town, but I received a call from you immediately after I was kicked out (as in forcibly removed by security) from a health fair. I was dressed to kill in a black skirt suit and a purple shirt...high heeled boots and made myself at home on your bed, which was located in your living room. You told me that you could pay $2000/mo for a place with an actual bedroom or $850/mo for this.
You didnt say anything cryptic to me this time, but you served me beer in a glass, saying that I was dressed too nicely to drink from a bottle or can. I took off my shoes and rubbed my stocking feet all over your comforter. You made a half-hearted effort to rub my feet and I combed your hair. We discussed our paths in life, where we thought we'd be and where we think we're going. You never asked me why security removed me from the health fair and I never offered as reason as I, myself, do not know. Then your wife came home and you told me that I'd have to leave out the window. I slapped you in the mouth and told you that I'd never see you again, but you just smiled and said you'd see me next year.
I think it's a new record...almost a year? A little over a year? For years now, been my own personal Freddy Kruger invading my sleeping, saying cryptic things to me and then vanishing when I wake, leaving me in a daze that haunts my memory for the remainder of the week.
Last time we met, you gave me "advice" in the form of a cryptic, word playing sentence. I went to visit you last night, in a townhouse that you could theoretically own in a town vaguely familiar but probably nowhere I've never actually been. Your neighborhood screamed of yuppiness but your place was unassuming...basically a shotgun house as part of a complex built into a hill with your living quarters resting above the garage. I don't know why we met up or exactly why I was in town, but I received a call from you immediately after I was kicked out (as in forcibly removed by security) from a health fair. I was dressed to kill in a black skirt suit and a purple shirt...high heeled boots and made myself at home on your bed, which was located in your living room. You told me that you could pay $2000/mo for a place with an actual bedroom or $850/mo for this.
You didnt say anything cryptic to me this time, but you served me beer in a glass, saying that I was dressed too nicely to drink from a bottle or can. I took off my shoes and rubbed my stocking feet all over your comforter. You made a half-hearted effort to rub my feet and I combed your hair. We discussed our paths in life, where we thought we'd be and where we think we're going. You never asked me why security removed me from the health fair and I never offered as reason as I, myself, do not know. Then your wife came home and you told me that I'd have to leave out the window. I slapped you in the mouth and told you that I'd never see you again, but you just smiled and said you'd see me next year.
Monday, March 02, 2009
Top 5 Things No Amount of Book-Learnin' Can Prepare You For
1. Telling someone they are laid off and won't have a job in 60 days
2. Telling someone they are laid off and won't have a job in 60 days because someone has more union seniority than they do
3. Telling someone that after 30+ years, they will probably be laid off soon because the steward (with less than 5 years) is taking their job
4. Telling someone they are being bumped out of their job and going to another facility
5. Telling someone that their work cell is again being closed due to low work and giving them the forms to file for unemployment for yet another week
1. Telling someone they are laid off and won't have a job in 60 days
2. Telling someone they are laid off and won't have a job in 60 days because someone has more union seniority than they do
3. Telling someone that after 30+ years, they will probably be laid off soon because the steward (with less than 5 years) is taking their job
4. Telling someone they are being bumped out of their job and going to another facility
5. Telling someone that their work cell is again being closed due to low work and giving them the forms to file for unemployment for yet another week
Sunday, March 01, 2009
I Think I'll Go for a Jog
Tonight at volleyball, I thought to myself, "hey, I know...jogging!" Random thought - yes, but did you expect anything less from moi? It's just that I noticed the exercise endorphins kicking in and felt nicely constricted by the sports-bra-tank thing keeping the ladies under control and realized that I just need to get off the couch and go jog. That, and I think I spent the majority of my weekend on the couch...sleeping and eating. I'm like a cat with a job. My sloth is really starting to get to me.
I tried out the new Q'doba that opened in EP tonight...taco salads es muy bueno. However, I think I'm going to get it without the shell next time because the temptation to eat it is much too great. The Q'doba also serves beer, so I can probably get the guys to go with sometime.
Talladega Nights is on TBS right now...I think I'm going to get this moving on DVD. It's not particularly awesome but quotable as hell. I wanna go fast too. And having a pet cougar would be pretty sweet...I'd sick it on people and ride around on it.
The Watchmen comes out next weekend...I hope I'll see it at least twice next weekend. Went to see Confessions of a Shopaholic yesterday after beers at Old Chicago. That movie was...cute, but more like a morality play? It's definitely a how-not-to guide. I wanted to go home and cut up all my credit cards after watching this movie. Then again, all of them are paid off, so I guess I'll just not use them this month.
Okay...off to juice up on Red Bulls (because for having slept a lot this weekend, it wasn't at the best times for being on a 3rd shift schedule) and paint on my face. Gots-ta go to work.
Tonight at volleyball, I thought to myself, "hey, I know...jogging!" Random thought - yes, but did you expect anything less from moi? It's just that I noticed the exercise endorphins kicking in and felt nicely constricted by the sports-bra-tank thing keeping the ladies under control and realized that I just need to get off the couch and go jog. That, and I think I spent the majority of my weekend on the couch...sleeping and eating. I'm like a cat with a job. My sloth is really starting to get to me.
I tried out the new Q'doba that opened in EP tonight...taco salads es muy bueno. However, I think I'm going to get it without the shell next time because the temptation to eat it is much too great. The Q'doba also serves beer, so I can probably get the guys to go with sometime.
Talladega Nights is on TBS right now...I think I'm going to get this moving on DVD. It's not particularly awesome but quotable as hell. I wanna go fast too. And having a pet cougar would be pretty sweet...I'd sick it on people and ride around on it.
The Watchmen comes out next weekend...I hope I'll see it at least twice next weekend. Went to see Confessions of a Shopaholic yesterday after beers at Old Chicago. That movie was...cute, but more like a morality play? It's definitely a how-not-to guide. I wanted to go home and cut up all my credit cards after watching this movie. Then again, all of them are paid off, so I guess I'll just not use them this month.
Okay...off to juice up on Red Bulls (because for having slept a lot this weekend, it wasn't at the best times for being on a 3rd shift schedule) and paint on my face. Gots-ta go to work.
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