If you ever wondered who would win in Iron Man Vs. Bruce Lee, wonder no more:
Who would’ve thought that Iron Man is really Frodo and Sam?
If you ever wondered who would win in Iron Man Vs. Bruce Lee, wonder no more:
Who would’ve thought that Iron Man is really Frodo and Sam?
Over the weekend, I noticed that YouTube had put out a Windows Mobile application and I downloaded it to my cell phone. It’s stow low and buggy, but it’s YouTube where I would otherwise not have it…
Anyhow, this is the first video I watched on it:
And so we learn that there ways to have too much time with sheep that don’t involve certain things that will not be discussed in this post…
Aging happens. Some of us try to deny it. But we will all get old. You. Me. Even the Dark Lord Of The Sith. Darth Vader has prostate cancer. OK, so it’s only the actor who played him, but still Vader’s getting old….
Recently at work there was a need to hire someone (only a temp position, just to cover someone who was on an extended vacation). The first day we had the opening, I got a phone call from someone inquiring about a position. I was sufficiently impressed with this person to go ahead and schedule an interview, and I set the appointment. On the day of the interview, this person shows up three hours prior, and I give her an application, and again remind her to come at the appointed time. The appointed time comes and passes, and she no shows. My rule is you no show an interview, I don’t hire you. She called me the next day, and I called her our on the no-show, and she just said that it was a miscommunication. I’ll buy many excuses for missing an interview, upto and including extraterrestrial abduction, but miscommunication is not one of them. I told her I would call her back (a variation of don’t call me, I’ll call you). Three minutes later she calls me again. Finally I have to lay down the law, and I tell her that her ship has already left the port.
Today’s lesson, gentles: if you’re really serious about working for me, then show the fuck up for your interview!
Saw this at The Consumerist. Welcome to the new Citibank:
I don’t bank with Citibank, and my credit card with them has been paid off. But still this hits the nail on the head.
Saturday, I got a call that I didn’t want to get. Bob Brisky, one of my best friends died Wednesday. He died of lung cancer. If somebody tells you that tobacco doesn’t kill, they’re full of shit…
It finally turned 30. It’s the CD. I was nearly 22 when I finally got my first CD player (what can I say? I grew up broke, and I had to pay for all my toys myself). A few years later, I got a stereo with a 51 CD changer. Then I got my computer and discovered mp3. But that is the nature of progress…
I was busy last week, so I didn’t get the chance to post an entry about T.O. getting shit-canned. He may have talent, but there’s an awful lot of drama to go with that talent, and it takes away too much from the game than what he can bring.
Anyway, T.O. is a diva. But the Buffalo Bills are stupid. After all, they signed him….
Or so much has happened, and I’m just too lazy to write about it.