I just feel like posting......... but I really have nothing to say
I got a Hi-C fruit punch, and on the label it said, "contains 0% juice." So I don't get it, what does it contain?
and am I going to remember to have a good day because someone tells me to as they're saying good-bye? The girl working at Cosi today said "have a good day" to me after she gave me my lunch, it seems to be the standard goodbye. That one has bothered me ever since I was 16 and worked at a bank. At the bank, all of the tellers would say, "have a good day." or "have a good weekend." I never said it. I'd just say "thank you." I'm not even sure if I'd want them to have a good day. I'm 16 years old, working in a fucking bank. I'm probably having a shitty day, why should I wish them well? "Can I get you anything else today? No? ok, thank you, and be glad that you're not me right now."
For some reason I was thinking about "Pulp Fiction" today, it's kind of funny to think about the role that Quentin Tarantino gave himself in that movie. Did he write that for himself?
Thursday, August 09, 2007
Monday, August 06, 2007
(from the baseball board)
I average 3.5 Chipotle burritos a week.
Anyone eat more Chipotle than that? I found this Chipotle by my office that hardly ever has a line. This is a bigger deal that you'd think because the average wait time for lunch at a Chipotle in the loop is probably 20 minutes. I've waited in lines that stretched to the outside of a Chipotle on winter days, so not having to wait so long to get a burrito actually feels better than waiting for a half hour and getting the burrito for free.
I'd tell you where my line-free Chipotle is, but I don't want word of it to spread.
I'm actually considering going to other nearby Chipotles, approaching people in the 30 minute lines, and saying, "listen, if you give me $40, I'll tell you where there is a Chipotle nearby with no line." "But you have to promise not to tell anyone else."
Can I make that my intellectual property? Can the location of that Chipotle become my intellectual property?
So what if other people can find it, I discovered it first, so it is my intellectual property. The first person to discover it should be entitled to the spoils.
If you don't let me make money for finding that Chipotle, then what is going to be my incentive to look for other Chipotles? I wouldn't have walked east that fateful night I wasn't motivated by the potential windfall.
Anyone eat more Chipotle than that? I found this Chipotle by my office that hardly ever has a line. This is a bigger deal that you'd think because the average wait time for lunch at a Chipotle in the loop is probably 20 minutes. I've waited in lines that stretched to the outside of a Chipotle on winter days, so not having to wait so long to get a burrito actually feels better than waiting for a half hour and getting the burrito for free.
I'd tell you where my line-free Chipotle is, but I don't want word of it to spread.
I'm actually considering going to other nearby Chipotles, approaching people in the 30 minute lines, and saying, "listen, if you give me $40, I'll tell you where there is a Chipotle nearby with no line." "But you have to promise not to tell anyone else."
Can I make that my intellectual property? Can the location of that Chipotle become my intellectual property?
So what if other people can find it, I discovered it first, so it is my intellectual property. The first person to discover it should be entitled to the spoils.
If you don't let me make money for finding that Chipotle, then what is going to be my incentive to look for other Chipotles? I wouldn't have walked east that fateful night I wasn't motivated by the potential windfall.
Sunday, August 05, 2007
fyi
This may be the most obvious thing in the world, but it's funny to think about how much your job affects your life. It's even funnier because most of my friends dislike their jobs (except for Hansen and Juice; but Juice's job, although technically considered a "job", does not require him to do anything that most people would consider "work")
My ipod has become extremely important to me. I'd say that I value it more than most people. I can't remember a time in my life when I listened to so much music. Maybe college, but even then I was in class for 15 hours a week.
My ipod has become so important to me that if I went to work and realized I had left it at home, I'd buy a new one before going to the office.
Who knows, maybe I wouldn't buy a new one. If I could come to my senses, maybe I'd just buy some headphones and get an internet radio subscription or something. But I'd do something.
A few nights ago, I went to bed without knowing for sure that my ipod was in my bag and ready to go for the next day. After about two minutes of laying in bed, I actually had to open my eyes, get out of bed, turn on the lights, and check my bag just to make sure it was in there,, charged and ready to go.
I couldn't sleep.
I could not fall asleep without being 100% certain that my ipod was in my bag.
To make sure I'm clear on one thing here: I knew that the Ipod was probably in my bag. I'd say I was more than 95% certain it was in my bag.
And even if it wasn't in my bag, worst case it was on my desk. The absolute worst case scenario would have been that the ipod was plugged into my computer, which I was going to use the next morning to check the weather. So it's not like I wouldn't have seen it and remembered to take it.
So basically, when I climbed into bed that night, the probability of forgetting my ipod the next day was probably less than the probability of my train derailing on the way to work, or me forgetting to get dressed in the morning and going to work naked.
But to me, the consequences of forgetting the ipod were worse.
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I actually started writing that a couple of weeks ago and then fell asleep before I could post it. This program autosaves whatever I write, so I found it today. Since that day I've started surfing the internet a lot more at work. I used limit my internet use to news and e-mail to maintain some level of productivity, but that has since changed. Nowadays I'll look at anything but porn. Yesterday we somehow got on the topic of caning. Remember how that American got caned in Singapore for stealing and vandalizing?
If you've ever wondered what caning does to a man's ass, here you go:
(I like how they're processing him bare-assed)
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It was hot in Chicago earlier this week. No matter how many times I see it, I never get tired of laughing at men walking around the city sweating out their suits in 95 degree heat. What am I missing here?
Why do grown men feel the need to wear a wool jacket when it's 95 degrees out? I know why, but that doesn't make it any less ridiculous. Then, to compensate for the fact that you have to wear a suit, the air conditioning in my building is turned up so high that I have to wear a jacket at my desk. No joke. I sit there at my desk wearing a light jacket every day. If I want to go out and get lunch, I take off my jacket and go.
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I'm tired, I worked 65 hours this week (a new record for me as an "attorney") It feels like more than 65 hours because I went to two Cubs games. But it doesn't feel like as much as it should because the guy I share an office with works 80 hours every week.
Does anyone reading this like their job? (besides Hansen or Juice)
What are we supposed to do about it?
My ipod has become extremely important to me. I'd say that I value it more than most people. I can't remember a time in my life when I listened to so much music. Maybe college, but even then I was in class for 15 hours a week.
My ipod has become so important to me that if I went to work and realized I had left it at home, I'd buy a new one before going to the office.
Who knows, maybe I wouldn't buy a new one. If I could come to my senses, maybe I'd just buy some headphones and get an internet radio subscription or something. But I'd do something.
A few nights ago, I went to bed without knowing for sure that my ipod was in my bag and ready to go for the next day. After about two minutes of laying in bed, I actually had to open my eyes, get out of bed, turn on the lights, and check my bag just to make sure it was in there,, charged and ready to go.
I couldn't sleep.
I could not fall asleep without being 100% certain that my ipod was in my bag.
To make sure I'm clear on one thing here: I knew that the Ipod was probably in my bag. I'd say I was more than 95% certain it was in my bag.
And even if it wasn't in my bag, worst case it was on my desk. The absolute worst case scenario would have been that the ipod was plugged into my computer, which I was going to use the next morning to check the weather. So it's not like I wouldn't have seen it and remembered to take it.
So basically, when I climbed into bed that night, the probability of forgetting my ipod the next day was probably less than the probability of my train derailing on the way to work, or me forgetting to get dressed in the morning and going to work naked.
But to me, the consequences of forgetting the ipod were worse.
-----------------
I actually started writing that a couple of weeks ago and then fell asleep before I could post it. This program autosaves whatever I write, so I found it today. Since that day I've started surfing the internet a lot more at work. I used limit my internet use to news and e-mail to maintain some level of productivity, but that has since changed. Nowadays I'll look at anything but porn. Yesterday we somehow got on the topic of caning. Remember how that American got caned in Singapore for stealing and vandalizing?
If you've ever wondered what caning does to a man's ass, here you go:
Before
(I like how they're processing him bare-assed)
During
(Look at the stance on that guy! He's got that form down. This isn't some run of the mill cop, taking blind swings at a man's ass. This is a trained professional, taught specifically how to swing that cane in order to inflict the maximum amount of damage on a human ass)
After
(He probably can't sit, or shit for weeks after that)
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It was hot in Chicago earlier this week. No matter how many times I see it, I never get tired of laughing at men walking around the city sweating out their suits in 95 degree heat. What am I missing here?
Why do grown men feel the need to wear a wool jacket when it's 95 degrees out? I know why, but that doesn't make it any less ridiculous. Then, to compensate for the fact that you have to wear a suit, the air conditioning in my building is turned up so high that I have to wear a jacket at my desk. No joke. I sit there at my desk wearing a light jacket every day. If I want to go out and get lunch, I take off my jacket and go.
-------
I'm tired, I worked 65 hours this week (a new record for me as an "attorney") It feels like more than 65 hours because I went to two Cubs games. But it doesn't feel like as much as it should because the guy I share an office with works 80 hours every week.
Does anyone reading this like their job? (besides Hansen or Juice)
What are we supposed to do about it?
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