And this was really odd, because I’ve never met her before.
It’s ten o’clock Thursday night. I’m getting back to the store from what would turn out to be my second-to-last delivery of the night. There’s an old junker on the curb so I had to park in the lot. As I’m walking across the lane, three girls emerge from the shop, holding pizzas and sodas. One of them looks up at me.
“Hello, [My First and Last Name]!” she says in a husky, nearly Tara Reed, voice.
I say “Hello!” back and they drive off.
I have never, and I mean never, met this girl before.
But it’s late, and I’m tired — it’s actually Thursday night that I’m writing this for a time-delay because I’ve been pretty prolific tonight (almost every post you’ve read on my blog between 9am Friday morning and 9am Saturday was written Thursday) — but if I feel like it, perhaps by the time this appears and you read it I’ll be working on, as they used to say, “the rest of the story…”
(I know for a fact she doesn’t read this blog, so that isn’t how she knows me! Creepy?)
This one I find somewhat ironic, considering I just finished Netflixing the series on Tuesday. HBO has announced it will be releasing the complete Six Feet Under series, “boxed in burial-plot-themed packaging.” I wish they’d provided a photo so I could see what that looks like (bet it’s a casket).
And, unlike yet very similar to the case with Friends, although I enjoyed this show very much, and could afford to scoop it up, I won’t be.
In related news, HBO has also announced the DVD release of The SopranosSeason Six, Volume One on November 7th. As you may know, a further eight episodes of the show will be filmed once James Gandolfini heals. As you may not know — as I didn’t know — those eight episodes won’t be a shortened “seventh” season, but instead, form a longer sixth (all of the previous Sopranos seasons have been thirteen episodes, this’ll make the sixth a twenty episode set).
AP’s last day was Tuesday. I’m pretty sure everyone was happy to go, particular Greg, since AP was endangering considerable amounts of store property.
One of the best things about working for Gary is he doesn’t like car-toppers; Greg does. Car toppers are those stupid advertisements many pizza shops require their drivers to put on their car. They come in two varieties: actual toppers, with magnets to affix to the roof of a person’s car, and window-hangers, which “hang” off the upper edge of the car window and are fixed in place by large suction cups applied to the window.
Two weeks ago Sunday, AP had a topper on his truck. When the commissary truck — those big 18-wheeler slathered with the corporate logo — arrived (early, because it was the holiday weekend), the view to the parking lot was blocked. After heading out on a run, AP returned in a rush to report that someone had stolen his car topper off his truck. While this, I’m sure, is pretty common to a lot of pizzas shops, I don’t think it has ever happened at the Franchise before, and apparently in fear that Greg or Steve might dock his pay to cover it, AP later claimed he had nothing to do with it.
Me? I think he realized he was getting raped on mileage and pay and decided to take something to decorate up his dorm with.
And then, Tuesday, his second-to-last day, he was driving with a window hanger, when it “fell” off his car and was run over by the guy (or gal) behind him.
Look, here’s the basic thing: with the window-hanger, you’ve gotta keep the window rolled up. The suction cups are just there to hold it in place so it doesn’t flip around in the wind and crack the roof of your car. Without the restraint provided by the “hanger” being wedged between the window and the door frame, there’s really nothing to hold the hanger onto the car.
“I rolled down my window because it was hot,” was his excuse.
Dude. You’ve got roll-down windows on that thing. Stick it on the back passenger and you’ll be fine. Or, alternatively? It’s called A/C.
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Thursday, I was scheduled at 5:30 and Chewbacca at five. I got in early, at five, but Chewbacca was nowhere in sight. Good thing I came in early — for one thing, I got an extra two runs for my trouble (although they sucked in terms of tips, but the later evening’s selection of runs were very good to me), plus more hours on what, for this period, will be a weak paycheck.
When he came in, Chewbacca apologized to me (I don’t know why, I got more runs out of the deal) and explained that he’d been sitting at home, watching tv, quite convinced that it was Friday.
I found this amusing.
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A coworker who shall remain nameless was surfing the net and struck up a corrospondance with another local individual he assumed was a she. Turns out the other local individual was also a guy, and assuming that my coworker was a she. But, as this coworker explained to Greg, it wasn’t a total loss, “because [local individual] also has girl parts.”
Rebelscum.com has been covering the announcements of forthcoming Star Wars products. Hidden within the X-Wings and Jedi Starfighters and 1/6th scale Jabba the Hutt are as-yet-unannounced news from the Battlestar Galactica Titanium line.
That’d be the Cylon Centurion from the new series, as well as the Colonial Viper Mk. I from the original series.
And yes, I am aware both of these were originally mentioned in rumors many months ago, but now we’re looking at the proof that they’re coming. I don’t know if I’ll be picking up that Mk. I … it looks goofy and clunky compared to the sleeker Mk II!
State Superior Court Judge Benjamin Alford issued the ruling late Wednesday, saying the law violated Hobbs’ constitutional right to liberty. He cited a 2003 Supreme Court ruling that struck down a Texas sodomy law.
That ruling showed that “the government has no business regulating relationships between two consenting adults in the privacy of their own home,” Jennifer Rudinger, executive director of the ACLU of North Carolina, said in a statement.
There’s a reason no one takes the south seriously (sorry, south!). It’s got less to do with lingering resentment over all those Union dead during the Civil War, and more to do with Bible Belt Republicans preaching about “less government”* on one hand, then supporting laws like this. Sorry, government in the bedroom ain’t small — it’s intrusive, unneccessary, unwanted, and now we know unconstitutional, too. How wonderful that North Carolina has decided to move into the 20th Century**.
Government and bedrooms don’t mix.
*Although lately the “less government” Republicans have begun to be replaced by the “socialist christian” Republicans, so my whole point is probably moot.
Every few weeks I’ve been getting the same e-mail from Dell, telling me that my credit line has just been increased because I’m such a wonderful bestest ever customer ever, and I should hurry over and buy lots of shit and use that credit line up!
(Of course, it turns out they keep e-mailing me about the same credit line increase they gave me two months ago and that, apparently, I’m stubbornly successful in refusing to use. Greedy fuckers).
Truth, I thought about buying a Dell DJ Ditty because of Standing Cheese’s post on it, but that’s just a waste of money — I’d never use it. In the car, I like the radio. Biking or walking, I like nature. If there’s any MP3s I’m really digging, well, that’s why I’ve got a CD player, ain’t it?
I do need to make a purchase from Dell soon — I need a printer. About a year ago I bought what I thought was a decent inkjet printer — it was also a photocopier and scanner. Foolishly, I also bought replacement ink for it. Flash forward, and the thing is entirely useless — there’s some kind of permanent jam I can’t clear and I think its quite clear that the printer is nothing more than an overpriced POS.
I’ve decided I don’t want another inkjet. Actually, I’d like a laser printer, which I believe are probably better manufactured, and will actually last for longer than a month and a half. I don’t need anything fancy — I don’t need, for example, a color laser printer — I just need something to print out the copious amounts of papers I’m sure I’ll be writing for my autumn return to college.
The end of Deep Space Nine’s fifth season concluded with the Federation retreating from the station in the face of overwhelming enemy Dominion strength. The wormhole entrance — through which unlimited enemy reinforcements could pour — was lined with self-replicating mines, and the final shot of the season was a massive force of Klingon and Starfleet starships sailing into the abyss of deep space.
It isn’t until the sixth episode of the following season that there’s a large scale space battle. By that point, the Dominion has learned how to bring down the mine field and bring over their reinforcements, at which point, the war is as good as over. Captain Sisko on the Defiant leads a Federation fleet to retake DS9, but first they’re going to have to duke it out with a larger enemy force.
This dude named Sean Johnston, who clearly has nothing better to do, edited the combat sequence to the score of the 1989 Civil War movie “Glory”, which features a haunting chorus backed up by a dramatic instrumental. In a very geeky, dorky way, the result is quite beautiful.
I was thinking about this old post on LiberalChicks, and I realized that I could, in all honesty, think of one good thing to say about this nation’s President. Here goes:
George W. Bush. Any day of the week and triple on Sunday, he’s still better than Andrew Johnson.
