Dammit!! I don't normally lose things like my ATM/Credit Cards... (knock on wood) but I sure seemed to make it a point to do so this past weekend. The most frustrating part is that it didn't happen on Friday night when I went out with a bunch of friends... no... it happened the next day when I was at home taking it easy. I must have taken it out of my wallet when I went to the store yesterday evening..

Man, how fucking shitty. It really sucks to be locked off from your money for an indefinite amount of time. The part that really blows is that I bank with a very small credit union... I may have mentioned that before somewhere in one of my posts... but for those who don't know:

This credit union has like four branches, and the closest one is in Everett where I live. I work in Redmond, so there is no way I can just hop over to the bank on a break or my lunch hour. Very frustrating. The credit union keeps bankers hours of course, so by the time they open I am usually on my way to work.

Normally, the worst issue I run into is when my vendor company forgets to approve my weekly hours and I miss the direct deposit cutoff. In that situation I am usually forced to accept a live check and then cash it at my vendor company's bank. Then I usually just have cash only that week. Not so horrible, but it always eats up an entire lunch.

This situation is much worse because my money is already all in the bank, and now I have no easy way to get to it. Man... sometimes my loyal nature just fucks me over hardcore. I say that because I have been with this bank since I was about seven years old (my mom joined through her work and then sponsored me for a savings account with them). I have made that my primary reason for staying, well that and the fact that all of the credit unions in Washington state work together in the sense that they share ATMs and don't charge each other fees for using each other's ATMs.

That said... I think I am going to switch over to BECU pretty darn soon. You just can't beat the fact that they are everywhere, they have great interest rates and if I need to talk to someone I can usually just go to a grocery store and there will be a mini branch inside.

Now that my friends... that, is service.


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Labels: bitch killa, business is business, thoughts

That's right, you know who you are. I think I just got a hard on thinking about you doing the work and me reaping the rewards...

I was supposed to fix that computer this weekend, and your dumb ass went over there and did it for me. HAH!!!

Hah, I hope you got as good of a deal as I did... you know a few for free.... or did you just settle for a shitty discount? You fucking loser. Nothing makes me happier then finding this information out (because she calls me right away to report everything you do), and then knowing that I got the deal for work you did. Know what I did right after that? Came up on some flow, with your hard work to thank.

Remember sucka, you will always be within my grasp... just at the end of my reach, right where I want you. Everything you do gets reported to me, by the people you buy from, the people you do with and the people you attempt to get shady on.

If you think you've ever seen me organize something before... wait until you see how organized I am with your life's failures... I know about them all, and so will the world you chump.

All of the pictures, the audio clips and even some video of you at the cul de sac.... my favorite is actually the pic of you with the tool in your arm lying against the driver's side window of your car. Dude could of had you right there... in fact he begged me to let him... but I convinced him that the hunt is a bit more fun.

Have a good time on the east side of the mountains too fool, hopefully you won't screw up this chance like you did the last one at the manor.


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Labels: bitch killa, business is business, thoughts

...about the linked story.

Now get this... I'm what you would probably call a "mild" football fan in the United States. I enjoy watching the game, but I could care less about who is playing, the stats, or any of that bullshit.

I like watching one pimp mother fucker run down the field with a ball in hand while other pimp mother fuckers try to beat the ever loving shit out of him. I mean really, how can you beat that?

So now to the story, connected via the "source" link below...

From the story:

"I said something to (Belichick) after the game," Godfrey said to NBCSports.com. "I told him, 'You need to show some respect for the game.' You just don't do that. I don't care how bad it is. You're up 35 points and you're still throwing deep? That's no respect...."

Well, do you agree? Should the winning team "play nice" just because the losing team is a bunch of losers? Or is that really half the fun of the game? Being able to be that great, just so great that you can make it obvious that nobody can touch you. Or how about just using that losing team for practice... you know, for when you go up against a team more equally weighted sometime later in the season?

Not being a "die hard" football fan, I don't really feel like my opinion matters all that much on this subject, but I do feel like some of our readers are "die hard" enough to say something about this and have it stick.

So with that I say... have at it tricks!!


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Labels: bitch killa, business is business, current events, thoughts

....when you have a friend, who is a really good friend... but you can't seem to have "friendly" conversations with them like you used to.

I have to admit I've been under a ton of pressure lately, so it could just be my perception that is a little skewed...

But I can't help but notice that everyone else I know is right there when I need them, with a friendly conversation. This person however, is the first one to try and correct me when I'm just joking around with them, or try to tell me how to run my show... when it's more than obvious that they aren't running their show the way they should be in the first place.

It's hard to take advice from a blatant hypocrite... but I suppose it's nothing new, everyone is a bit of a hypocrite.

Long story short, this shit is frustrating, and it's also wearing on my patience... I just hope something changes before it gets to a point where it can no longer be repaired....

Hope... sometimes it's all you have....


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Labels: business is business, thoughts

So I was doing some late night work yesterday... or early this morning rather... and my fucking keyboard went out!!

I have an extra, and the keyboard built into the laptop... so I'm not totally up shit creek. I just bought the keyboard in question under a year ago, and already it seems as though keys have stopped working for no reason at all.

This keyboard I am talking about is the "Microsoft Natural Ergonomic Keyboard 4000 v1.0" and I really liked it until yesterday. If you click on the link, it will open in a new window so you can see which model to avoid.

Let me also say that normally, I really love Microsoft keyboards. In fact I don't think I have purchased anything but a Microsoft Natural ergonomic keyboard since I was 17. So for the last 10 years, I have been a loyal and valuable customer... and this is how I am rewarded.

Fucking A. Oh well, I guess life goes on...


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Labels: bitch killa, business is business, technology, thoughts

I was going through some old files on my external hard drive when I found an old email from a former co-worker. This former co-worker really was fun to work with and he frequently sent out funny jokes involving images that he "re-captioned."

Honestly, I don't think I've seen any "re-captioning" work meet or beat the work done by this guy. This former co-worker actually used to post on this site with Vincent and I, he was/is known as "withoutinfluence."

I guess overall he posted about two or three times and then pretty much stopped responding to my IM's and emails. That said, I will probably be removing him from the user list here at eNemesis, but in tribute to him... (hahaha, that's so shitty of me, oh fucking well) I am going to post this work of his that I found and while I'm not taking credit for it, I will be using it to my advantage in the sense that more people will view my site because I have awesome funny stolen pictures with text on it...

... I know.. "whatever.." is right...

Oh, and remember: "Only half of these are really from the Wii manual. Which ones are your guess."

Anyhow, on with the show. (The link will open an image directory in a new window)

I would have posted the images on the main page, but there are way too many images and I want to lower my bounce rate a bit by having people actually click to a link below my main page. Apparently I'm fucking myself in a bad way by using this format for a site.

That said... be prepared to see a change soon.


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Labels: bitch killa, business is business, cool shit, jackassery, thoughts

....big Hollywood plans go tits up?

Hell yes, follow the source link below to check out a write-up about one of the latest episodes of Dateline NBC: To Catch a Predator. If you haven't already had the pleasure, this is the show where they have volunteer hang out in an Internet chat room until an adult attempts to solicit them. One thing leads to another, and this decoy volunteer invites the predator over to a preselected house, and upon the predator arriving at this house, Dateline NBC busts out on them with cameras and cops.

They are then arrested on national television, and made to look like a total and complete piece of fucking shit.

So, this formula for justice had been working well, until the show decided to film the most recent episode out of a small town in Texas. To give you an example, one of the people they caught in the sting turned out to be the District Attorney from a neighboring county. It ended like this:

As police knocked at his door and a "Dateline" camera crew waited in the street, Conradt shot himself.

Man... what a fucking way to go....

Anyhow, check out the source link below for the full story. It's worth a read...


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Labels: bitch killa, business is business, current events

...also know as "The Double Fuck" or whatever other colorful analogy you want to create...

If you were to ask me "do you like being right?" as in being correct about an issue, a hunch, a feeling... I would be first in line to say "Yes, I do like being correct. I like the fact that usually when I get a hunch about something, I am correct about it... I would say around 80 - 90% of the time."

The unfortunate truth here is that quite often, being correct about a hunch can also mean that you have to now accept hurt feelings, or the fact that what you were correct about is in the end not such a pleasant thing to be correct about at all. I guess that's the negative side to things... and also the other edge that cuts so quickly.

In the end, I am correct about it, the person totally gave themselves away (yes I'm also fresh to death at chess as well people), and now I am going to act on it. This person had a chance to be honest... in fact I gave them multiple chances... but now that I can read them like a book, they can't really hide shit from me anymore, in fact I don't think they ever could... I just wasn't looking.

This person likes to try and tell bullshit stories about all of the trauma and drama in their life... I find them funny, what's even more humorous is the fact that they are half-way detailed... enough to build a foundation on, but never venturing into the realm of discussion around a solution.

I think that part has more to do with their overall impatience, and more than likely their inability to fully live the lie... something they probably do to "protect" themselves from falling prey to actually believing the lie they just told.

But also lets be practical... who in their right mind wants to sit and listen to suggestions on how to handle the problem when the problem doesn't even exist? It's way easier to just say that you don't want to talk about it... right?

Unfortunately, if you want me to believe your lie, you have to act like it is somewhere close to the realm of truth, and if something is the truth, then you are generally living in "that truth."

All of my fancy intellectualizing aside, I find it more disappointing then anything... I guess mainly because I had some faith that this person wasn't just a lying piece of shit... and also the fact that I defended this person's image and personal integrity to all of my friends who told me that this person was nothing more than a scandalous drama leech.

Way to go link... way to go...


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Labels: a day in the life of, bitch killa, business is business, fresh to death

Apparently Jessica Alba is all about having one night stands to "experiment with sex." So I'm guessing she employs the one-nighter when she wants to perfect a technique such as a dismount...

I guess it's no big surprise, in fact I know a few women who I'm sure do this same sort of thing and just don't admit to it...

Now how do you like dem apples? Check the source link below for the Digg post which leads to some scandal rag article I'm almost positive...


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Labels: bitch killa, business is business, fresh to death, world news

I came across this story on ars technica, after someone threw it up on digg. I have to say it made me sad... but at the same time, I could see it coming a mile down the road:

AT&T willing to spy for NSA, MPAA, and RIAA

An excerpt from the article, which sounds right on the money:

The first step for AT&T is coming up with a technological solution that works: something that can effectively filter out illicit traffic while protecting its users' privacy. That's a tall—if not impossible—order. YouTube hasn't managed to do it even for video yet, and that's when customers are sending them entire files which they can scan at their leisure. Monitoring all the files sent through BitTorrent—which splits them into tiny pieces—could be even more difficult; doing it in real-time sounds both expensive and impossible.

Let me her what you think about this either via comments or direct emails.


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Labels: ass clowns, business is business, jackassery, technology

...what in the hell this is all about?:


Or maybe why these damn things seem to breed like rabbits...?:

Anyhow, if you find out... please let me know ASAP... this one is really driving the madness out of my head.. and I'm not a big fan of being back in reality any longer then I have to be...

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Labels: adventures in bothell, animals, ass clowns, bitch killa, business is business

I don't even really know what to say about this one... you have to check out the linked news article by clicking "source" below.

From the article (ripped off from DIGG:

His reward from a state that heavily promotes alternative fuels: a $1,000 fine last month for not paying motor fuel taxes. He's been told to expect another $1,000 fine from the federal government. And to legally use veggie oil, state officials told him, he would have to first post a $2,500 bond.

So really, this is just fucking fabulous... I wasn't aware that you had to pay a tax to burn fuel in your vehicle. I can understand paying taxes at the time of purchase, and paying for tabs so that you can run your vehicle on the roads.

My thought here however, is that the tabs should cover the burning of fuel in your vehicle. I mean hell, what else are you going to do with a car on the road? Push the damn thing?

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Labels: business is business, current events, stupid fuckers, technology

So, I went down to Portland for 1.5 days for a friend's bachelor party. I am sad to say that the trip was rather disappointing seeing as how we went to strip clubs for my buddy's "last hurrah," I had some expectation of big breasted hot women dancing.

Nope. No big breasts. Lots of ass, and some beat up, ground beef looking snatch... but no racks. The other depressing part was the overwhelmingly dirty atmosphere at all of these clubs. Now don't get me wrong, I think most clubs of this nature are pretty sleazy... but these took the cake.

I've decided now that I don't really think driving to Portland to see tang is worth it... but I'm sure anyone with some common sense could have told me that....


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Labels: adventures in portland, bitch killa, business is business, porn

I came across this article this morning on Windows Vista and the overall pros and cons of the new OS. Click the source link below for the full article, however I feel like this sums things up:

However, I wouldn't recommend it universally. After all, a C+ grade (or even a B-) means there are still substantial flaws, and Microsoft still has a lot of homework to make up. While I'm moving all the systems in the Basement to Vista over the next few weeks, I'm not upgrading my daughter's PCs quite yet. For them, and for most users, I'd probably wait for the first service pack.

This appears to be pretty sound advice if you ask me. I personally feel like I just want my computer to work rather than having to tinker around with stupid service issues or driver incompatibility problems.


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Labels: business is business, reviews, technology

So I bought a new razor yesterday, the Gillette Fusion. You can click the source link below if you want to go to their uber-brain wash website where they teach you why their razor is so great that you will think Jesus is a guy on the corner who sells flowers on holidays and window washes every other day of the week.

No shit...

So far I really like it, having used it once...

I found the 5 blades to be super smooth, and the single blade on the back was great for doing tight trims. I was very happy to see that they kept the "wash through" design of the blades in effect. It's nice to be able to run water along the back of the razor and have it push all of the hair out through the front.

This pack also came with a travel case in addition to the normal plastic tray that it sits in. I dig the travel case because I happen to be going to Portland, OR this weekend, but also because every time I travel and throw a bunch of bathroom crap in my toiletry bag, something wet like the soap container, or the razor after it is/was freshly used, causes everything to get wet.

There is just something about getting my razor wet in "unknown water" that creeps me out... I certainly don't want to run it against my face after that...

I think however, that I might want to go get the power version, which I guess they call the "Phantom." I had the M3 Power (green one) and I really liked that, so it makes me wonder what I'm missing by having the normal fusion razor... I'm positive that there has to be some capitalist elite feeling I will get from having a wet razor powered by a battery. I mean fuck, I can't let the Jones' catch up with me... because then I'll have to hand out punches to the neck, and that shit always gets so dirty...

If I find out anything else about the razor that I like/don't like, I'll be sure to let you know...


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Labels: adventures in everett, business is business, fresh to death, reviews, technology

The weather today is shitty.

I don't really like it when it's all muggy out, especially when it's combined with this shitty half ass rain bullshit... fuck that.

I busted the A/C on in my car to get rid of the heat, and it helped me realize something... when I turn the A/C on, it's like I'm punching the heat right in the neck. I'm taking control, by force, and creating a pleasant condition for myself.

I took this thought a bit further, and I decided that if I could meet mother nature, that I would just punch her right in the throat and break her trachea. I would scare her so bad that she wouldn't even fart a gust of wind out of her hairy ass without running it by me first for permission.

So fuck you mother nature, and fuck your shitty attitude today but most of all fuck the fact that you don't exist because if you did I would punch you in the neck so quick that you wouldn't even have time to hear me say "get the fuck lost trick."


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Labels: bitch killa, business is business, thoughts

I am really fucking tired today. I got 2 hours of sleep. That auto-magically means that I am in a "take no prisoners" kind of mood. In fact, to quote a favorite video game character of mine... "It's time to kick ass and chew bubble gum... but I'm all outta gum..."

That said, I ate a healthy breakfast at home of Kashi crunch followed by an apple. Needless to say, I was still hungry when I got to work.

I ventured down to the lunchroom to get my morning coffee and breakfast sandwich along with a nice vanilla yogurt. The breakfast sandwiches are setup a certain way. Nasty ass Ham on the left, Bacon in the middle and Nasty Ass Sausage on the right.

Today, some stupid mother fucker decided to play a little game and put the Bacon sandwiches on the left instead of the middle, but I caught that shit. I ALMOST grabbed the wrong type of sandwich, which I'm super glad didn't happen for my sake and the sake of everyone else here. Had I actually expected Bacon in my sandwich, and been surprised by the nasty taste of either other item, I would have immediately started punching everyone around me in the neck.

It wouldn't have been my fault though you see... it's because I have an allergy to all shit that is nasty or retarded. When I taste nasty food against my will it makes me want to hurt people around me who allow or contribute to it happening.


For instance, the smart ass mother fucker that decided to play some games this morning with my fucking breakfast would have instantly felt the wrath of my fist upon his trachea, followed by anyone else that tried to throw out a "hey that's not right!!!" or even "what are you doing???"


I'll show you first hand what I'm doing fuck face, and then I'll show your fairy ass over there just how right this really is. It's called "I don't fuck around, and that's why they call me 'trick nasty' now step mother fucker... step."


THEN I WILL SHOW EVERYONE HOW FUCKING WRONG IT IS TO PLAY GAMES WITH MY FUCKING FOOD, BECAUSE PLAYING WITH MY FOOD IS LIKE FUCKING WITH MY MONEY WHICH IS PARALLEL TO MESSING WITH MY EMOTIONS AND WILL SURELY GET YOU A PUNCH IN THE NECK AND/OR A CAP IN THE ASS.

You tricks know I have a blood sugar issue... fuck..........




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Labels: a day in the life of, adventures in bothell, bitch killa, business is business

So.. it's no big surprise to my friend's that I had to go to court again today.... and really, if you are an avid reader, it shouldn't be a big surprise to you either.

I went down to the King County District Court, East Division today, which is located in Redmond, WA (yes, the home of Microsoft). I sat in court for about two and a half hours, and then received a continuance at the end.

Now.. most people would see this as a waste of time, I however call it paying interest on a penalty that I don't ever want to see. The fact of the matter is that I still have a few obligations to take care of before the wonderful Judge reviews my case. Had I been seen today, I probably would not have been very happy with the outcome.

Being seen in the future... offers a better chance at an outcome which I may see as a bit more favorable when it comes to trite matters such as my freedom.

That said, today was a great day, and I think I'll end with this:

Party on Wayne... Party on Garth...

Oh and also... I love my new 8125 which I had to replace due to an "incident" over the weekend. It's pretty much "fresh to death," regardless of what any poser ass mother fuckers want to say. Oh also, I'm thinking about picking up the Aliph Jawbone bluetooth headset to replace my now broken H800. If anyone knows anything about this bad boy, let me know!


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Labels: adventures in redmond, bitch killa, business is business, fresh to death, the pain of getting well

Check out the source link below, a pretty damn interesting story about money making pioneers on the 'net...


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Labels: bitch killa, business is business, web development

...you need to have your badge where everyone can see it.

So I am grabbing some lunch in the cafeteria here, and as I'm heading out the door to go eat my food, this clearly very bored, "fake-curity" guard stops me and tells me that I need to have my badge displayed in a location that is visible to everyone.

Well, the funny thing about this statement is that "everyone" clearly doesn't give a fuck where in the hell my badge is... the truth of the matter is that only the fake-curity guard cares where my badge is displayed.

The second item I want to bring up, is the well kept idea that you just shouldn't get between a dog and its bone, food or whatever the fuck he has his eyes set on, in this case the word "food" would be appropriate.

Now I understand that I don't look much like a dog... but I sure do act like one when I'm hungry and someone gets stupid with me. In fact I act like a rabid wolf going after a bloody heard of sheep when I'm hungry, and I really don't give a fuck what gets in my way.

Had this not been a new job, or maybe in another life, I think the conversation would have gone like this:

"Umm sir... you need to display your badge where everyone can see it."

"Oh, that's funny... see, I came down here to the LUNCHROOM for some lunch. I don't remember coming down here to ask what in the fuck your shitty ass thought about where I have my badge clipped. But you know, I think if I look a little harder in my pockets, I might be able to find you another helping of "shut your fat fucking mouth you wannabe cop" or at the very least a tasty "bird" for you to feast your eyes on."

"Uhhh, uhhh... sir, your language is inappropriate for the workplace."

"Uhhh, uhhh... I can't understand you when you have four donuts in your mouth, and quite frankly YOU are inappropriate for the workplace you fucking disgruntled parking Nazi."

"Uhh...."

"That's right, just chew on your hand a bit more until you find some other violation to ding me on. How in the fuck are you going to chase someone down when you can't fall out of the chair you sit in? Oh I see, you call this "running a race to point out everyone else's problems before you face your own..." shit, and this whole time I thought you were suffering from chronic obesity with type 2 diabetes not far behind in the marathon to end your pitiful existence. I guess you really do learn something new every day...."

So anyhow, obviously things didn't go down like that... and obviously it just isn't healthy for any human being in their right mind to go from calm to that angry in a matter of seconds...

It sure would have kicked some major ass if had gone down like that though, last I heard this person was trying to write a book called "Diary of a loser with nothing better to do."

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Labels: a day in the life of, adventures in bothell, bitch killa, business is business

So, I'm just about to leave for the day and so I thought I would post a little "somethin, somethin" about my first day at work.

I overslept 30 minutes this morning, which was on purpose because I shorted myself on sleep by attending a group function last night at a very late time. This caused me to skip breakfast, and I must say that I was very thankful to find out that my new place of employment has a cafeteria very much like the one I had grown accustomed to as a contractor at Microsoft.

Score.

So after having the healthy version of the Egg McMuffin (sorry McDonald's), followed by some fresh fruit and a coffee (yes, I'm back on the "sauce" again...), I was ready to go!

Most of what I saw today was kind of a "refresher" or blast from the past as I've done similar work in the past. What I was super interested in is the fact that I get to learn a ton about large scale medical equipment now, so that's kick ass.

Other than that, I pissed some more people off this morning with my "Bitch Killa" stickers on my car, noticed a ton of people on the freeway that definitely weren't very excited to be on their way to work, and made a resolution to get to bed early from now on so that I can ensure a nice breakfast and less rush on my way to work.

I sound so adult now... it's almost sickening...


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Labels: a day in the life of, adventures in bothell, bitch killa, business is business

Seriously, what's up with online banking? All the banks have gotten their panties in a bunch and added way too much security on the account.

OK, I get why. You were getting phished like no other. I can understand that, but you seriously overreacted.

For example, my bank now requires the following if I am on my personal computer (only one computer can be authenticated at a time):

1. I go to the website, enter my account # (which is 55378008), and login.
2. It takes me to a secondary page where it asks me to enter my password. I enter my password (which is "fatmaninalittlecoat").
3. Then I'm taken to a 3rd page where it asks me to enter my secondary password. I enter "nancypelosiisarugmuncher".

If I am on another computer such as my laptop or work computer, these are the steps I have to take to see my balance or whatever:

1. I go to the website, enter my account # (which is 55378008), and login.
2. It takes me to a secondary page where it asks me to enter my password. I enter my password (which is "fatmaninalittlecoat").
3. The site then says "you're not on your original computer, please enter your pass phrase". So I enter "howdareyou!!"
4. A new screen pops up saying "would you like to authenticate this computer now?" I click "no".
5. Another screen pops up and asks the security question "are you annoyed yet?" So I enter "yes dammit, all i want to do is check my f&%$ing balance".
6. And that's it, I'm in!

This is such a pain in the ass. I don't understand why they didn't consult me on making their system more secure. I am the definition of someone who can protect their personally identifiable information. Idiots!

Labels: business is business, jackassery, stupid fuckers, technology

Hello all... my apologies for not writing anything in such a long time. I just got laid up in bed for about five days with a combination ass kicker...


The flu (Vegas strain... thanks Tony!) and bronchitis... I have only myself to thank for the last one.


Let me run down the events for you:

1. I stopped smoking the green last Tuesday, before this time I was an every day user of the green


2. This sent my immune system into a bit of shock, which is to be expected


3. Around this same time, my buddy Tony came back from LasVegas with the flu


4. I hung out with him thinking I wouldn't catch it (yes I know I'm an idiot for that one)


5. I caught it


6. The flu had me in so much pain that I stopped smoking tobacco as well for the duration


7. The removal of a daily influx of inhaled materials caused my lungs to go into purge mode
   
8. I had bronchitis though, which constricts your airways... therefore none of my coughing was productive, leaving extremely large amounts of mucus in my left lung there to fester and incubate more bacteria

Now for the slide show. I know that everyone in the world understands that cigarettes can seriously harm or even kill you.

If you still need a push in the right direction, check out what came out of my left lung over just about 6 hours (I almost wish I had gotten pictures of my first spit glass, I'm sure if this doesn't make you vomit, that those other pictures would have):

SERIOUSLY, THESE PICTURES ARE FUCKING NASTY. IF YOU ARE EATING, HAVE A WEAK STOMACH, OR ARE GENERALLY GROSSED OUT BY PICTURES OF HUMAN BYPRODUCT, THEN WE ADVISE THAT YOU STOP READING AT THIS TIME. WE ACTUALLY RECOMMEND AGAINST VIEWING PICTURES OF THIS NATURE EVER.

The second picture is one of me pouring the glass out, I thought the angle was good so I snapped a shot. I just wanted to make sure that nobody thought I would actually dare touch this crap, even if it did come out of me.

Now... go light up a cigarette.... I mean what's the worse that could happen really? Maybe both lungs will fill up instead of just one....

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Labels: adventures in everett, business is business, smoking sucks, the pain of getting well

So a coworker pulls me over and shows me this today... pretty decent search engine. Not sure if the masses on here have seen it or not, but I figured I'd share....bitches...

Labels: a day in the life of, business is business

...that's right... I love 'em. I love blonde girls. I can't get enough of them, and honestly looking back at my "track record" of dating I don't know why I haven't dated more of them.

...and no, I'm not including the "fake ass blondes" or the weak bitches that like to throw blonde highlights in their obviously jet black hair.

Now, back to the replacement.... hah, that's right... YOU KNOW EXACTLY WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT... fucking scoot...

Anyhow, I was on my way home and decided to stop for some coffee at my favorite spot when low and behold, the girl that I mentioned in a previous post (you can look at it by clicking the "source" link at the bottom of the page), was working tonight all by herself. A very rare situation...

So, we had a nice discussion and just as I was about to ask her out, some Dilbert showed up at the other drive through window. So I left... and on my way home, I became overwhelmed with a severe feeling of regret. I thought about turning my car around and going back to the coffee stand to get this girl's number... but I didn't... I just went home.

...where I promptly looked up the phone number for the coffee stand, called her, and got her phone number and her interest in me taking her out on a date in the near future.

"Now that's what I'm talkin' 'bout, Willis..." I got the number, and a date... and I didn't even have to waste more gas money and/or time to do it.

Eat your heart out...


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Cingular... fuck you. I paid my bill, then you shut me off 2 days later for non-pay, and here's where it gets really awesome, you take your online site down for the evening so I can't even pay my bill or review the balance to see why you think I need to be shut off.

Thanks, I will be cancelling my service as soon as I find a wireless company worth porting my number to. Oh yes, I WILL BE TAKING MY NUMBER YOU FAGGOT SHITHEAD COCK LICKERS.

Washington Mutual... fuck you too. I really think it's keen that you decided to stop sending me back my original cancelled checks... and decided to offer a service online where I can view them. Now if you could just actually fucking fix my online account, folks this thing has been broken for over 3 years with no resolution, then that might work out for me. Thanks for signing me up for your new service without asking, and without making sure that I actually have access to the Internet. I hope all of your banks catch fire and you go out of business. I will be closing my accounts very soon and moving over to BECU... because for some god forsaken reason it seems that airplane manufacturers treat their banking customers better than you, a bank, treats theirs... May you die of a perforated colon, caused by getting overly kinky with a homeless transvestite and a rusty metal pipe. Go to hell.


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..that's right, I said hunt.. but I probably should have started that word with the letter "c" as this job hunt is nothing but a bleeding sore ready to die.

I've been looking for jobs for around 60 days now... and at the start, I was working with recruiters because I thought for sure they would find me something really quick.

Well they fucked me over, and the majority of them haven't contacted me back.

So.. that makes me feel like I'm just a piece of crap, and that I can't find a reasonable job on my own.

So fuck that noise... I just decided that I'm going to mail bomb every employer in a 50 mile radius from my house, and keep on going from there...

In other news... well who the hell cares, that news isn't about me or this website...


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...they tend to take everyone else down with them.

So, I know this guy... in fact I know him really well. In fact, the job he is working right now he has because I gave it to him.

Ya... I know this guy... and really it's unfortunate. This is really the only person that I know, that everyone else I know... hates. Nobody can stand this guy, and I recently realized that I'm just putting up with his manipulative bullshit for no reason.

He just got himself in some trouble at work, all becuase he was slacking off. Then he had the nerve to try and pull me into it by asking me to appear at a meeting that one of his bosses scheduled, to discuss his lack of work.

As it turns out, I had to meet with one of my recruiters that day, but even if I hadn't... he didn't give me the information I asked him for (in order to help save his ass) and when I wrote him a serious email after the fact, he tried to put it back on me calling it "bullshit" and saying that I should have had that talk with him in person.

Well buds, I've got just one more thing to say to you... "try being less manipulative, and less of a pushy prick, and people might just start having those coversations with you in person. I think what made you mad is that you didn't have the opportunity to try and manipulate me, or persuade me into another line of thought."

It must suck to have your entire family think you are on drugs, want to help you get off of them and then sabotage it and yourself by stopping the process. It must also really suck to have all of your "best friends" in life just cut you off like you are nobody.

Well my friend, the more drugs you do, the more you fuck people over and the more you keep trying to blame everyone else for the aftermath of your actions, the more people will push you away, not care about what happens to you, and let you fail when you need help the most.

Have a nice life... trick...


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