Cheese Rocks

Televsion does indeed taste funny.

Writer's Block

I try to make it a habit to only write when I'm inspired to as, in my humble opinion, it makes for better reading. I've been looking at my poor blog the past few days and noticing that something needs to go here. On the other hand, I've been avoiding writing about our current trials and tribulations like the plague. Well, I'm now stuck so here's the latest: We're getting a new Ikea here in our own backyard. That is very cool. The problem exists that it might not be our backyard for too much longer. I've been out of work for the past few months and it appears that my new job might just be in another state. My wife Heather is interviewing for a position that is supposed to pay real well but if she doesn't get it and I get this job (I wont say where - I'm speaking with numerous groups right now and you never know who reads these things) in __Insert locale here__ then it's likely that I'll be moving. I don't want to do this but Cincinnati's job market sucks. There's nothing here. To give you an indicator, my wife, who's got a resume that includes Pentagon and Congressional level clients, hasn't worked anything but temp work in the past three years that we've been here. I've had one company go under and close it's doors on me, one laid me off because they discontinued a project that I was working on and the last one fired me so the owner could replace me with his high school buddy. (Needless to say, I want very bad things to happen to this guy) So, I suppose we'll see what happens. We may stay but we may go. The next few weeks will tell.

Asshole Test

I have not been having a good couple of weeks and I'm irritable right now so there's my explanation for this post.

My wife and I get a lot of these emails that end with "If [insert assinine condition here] then you must pass this e-mail on to everybody you know blah, blah, blah, blah, blah". My wife gets them more than I do because I have a bad habit of immediately calling the person who sent the offending e-mail and telling them I'm going to send a small gang of large Sicilians with anger management issues and hand tools to their house if they ever send me one of these e-mails again. I have a cousin that hasn't talked to me in a few years just because of an incident like this.

At any rate, if you are the kind of person who sends chain e-mails with empty-headed idiot little messages in them about God or supporting our troops or love or some other quaint piece of moronic crap that ends with a demand that the recipient must pass on the e-mail or else you're really not friends or you don't love your country or yada yada yada then you are an asshole. Reevaluate your behavior and consider an asshole rehabilitation clinic somewhere.

My Fantasy Concert

I was doing some early morning web surfing this morning and came upon this really great website that allows you to create your own ticket stubs. Since I'm more or less a forger at heart, this is the thing that I really enjoy and could not pass up an opportunity to create a stub for my fantasy concert.

This is the show that I would lie, cheat, steal and just generally commit criminal acts to go see. Add a few more bands like Stendal Blast, Sonic Front and Wolfsheim to the bill, make it a day long music festival and I would strongly consider killing, dying or selling my soul to get in.