Giant.
That is all.
Saturday, October 31, 2009
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Odd Combination
I think I used a sentence yesterday that most likely has never been uttered. It was more a description if you wanna get technical but whatever.
We got a package of UNC (up north crap) yesterday. I was attempting to describe a blanket that came in it to my mom over the phone. I thought it was supposed to be a comforter because I didn't know they had ordered a blanket and anyway it went something like this.
Mom-It's gray right?
Me-Gray? No...it's tan.
Mom-What?! Did they send us the wrong thing?! It's supposed to be gray.
Me-(reading the package slip) Yeah I don't know. It doesn't say on here.
Mom-What does it have on it?
Me-It's got, you know, some bears and some pine trees in a line. Then its got a little Native American -like pattern going on. It's very Rastafarian/up north.
Mom-What?
Me-Cause the stripe is red, yellow and green.
Mom-Its got stripes?!
Me-No its got a row of bears then a row of the Native American pattern.
Mom-Oooh that's the blanket.
So the description that I don't think has ever been used is Rastafarian/Up North.
Jamaica and the North woods. Not really two you'd put together.
(Is it weird that while typing North woods I A) remembered when we first went up and I asked where they were....I thought it was a single forest and B) I know have an urge to read Little House in the Big Woods.)
But, if I do say so myself, the description is quite accurate. Don't take my word for it. Here. Look.
And yes *le sigh* that is the decor of the new place. It's like our basement currently except it exploded over a whole house and it's even worse. Some of the stuff is cool but some of it...*shudder*
Oh and just because look what Ashley bought!
I told her she now has a crucial component to a Halloween costume. It looks like the lamp from Aladdin!
We got a package of UNC (up north crap) yesterday. I was attempting to describe a blanket that came in it to my mom over the phone. I thought it was supposed to be a comforter because I didn't know they had ordered a blanket and anyway it went something like this.
Mom-It's gray right?
Me-Gray? No...it's tan.
Mom-What?! Did they send us the wrong thing?! It's supposed to be gray.
Me-(reading the package slip) Yeah I don't know. It doesn't say on here.
Mom-What does it have on it?
Me-It's got, you know, some bears and some pine trees in a line. Then its got a little Native American -like pattern going on. It's very Rastafarian/up north.
Mom-What?
Me-Cause the stripe is red, yellow and green.
Mom-Its got stripes?!
Me-No its got a row of bears then a row of the Native American pattern.
Mom-Oooh that's the blanket.
So the description that I don't think has ever been used is Rastafarian/Up North.
Jamaica and the North woods. Not really two you'd put together.
(Is it weird that while typing North woods I A) remembered when we first went up and I asked where they were....I thought it was a single forest and B) I know have an urge to read Little House in the Big Woods.)
But, if I do say so myself, the description is quite accurate. Don't take my word for it. Here. Look.
And yes *le sigh* that is the decor of the new place. It's like our basement currently except it exploded over a whole house and it's even worse. Some of the stuff is cool but some of it...*shudder*
Oh and just because look what Ashley bought!
I told her she now has a crucial component to a Halloween costume. It looks like the lamp from Aladdin!
Sunday, October 25, 2009
Breakfast makes me barf.
You do know what me being back at work means don't you?
That's right. Bitch blogs. Working while at school never really brought out the bitch blogs because the people down at PNS were generally a 100 times more likable, tolerable and nice. Here? I already want to pull my hair out. Surprisingly enough it isn't the customers that are the current source of my disdain, its the fellow employees. One in particular. We will call the person in question "Breakfast." Don't ask why.
Breakfast. Ohhhh Breakfast. I hate Breakfast. Both the meal and the person. Breakfast is the thorn in my side, the gum on my shoe.
People at work live in fear of Breakfast. I live to put fear into her. Ok not really. But wouldn't that be awesome?! Seriously though. I might not call it fear but I would call it caution. It's always "oooh Breakfast is in tomorrow, we better make sure this is done" or "Oh Breakfast will complain if you don't do that..."
That alone would not make me have such a loathing feeling towards Breakfast. It's Breakfast's general attitude I do not appreciate. If she was obviously bitchy, you know a yeller or something like that then I could take it. But she isn't. She has the aire of niceness but underneath that there is vile side.
What's her biggest crime? She treats me like I'm stupid. I am not stupid. Especially when it comes to work. I have been a cashier for six years. I know my shit. This lady treats me like I'm some newbie and that is where she went wrong.
I'm really tempted to say sometime "When you talk to me like I'm a moron, that pisses me off and I want to make a scene" and say it in that fakey nice tone she uses.
Do you want examples? Oh, oh have I got examples and the number of times I've worked with her is three.
Dear Breakfast, how have thee scorned me? Let me count the ways. 1. You say things like "do you know what facing is" to me. 2. You ask me if I know how to make my IPM go up. 3. You talk to me like I'm a second grader. 4. Routine tasks that anybody who has been there for a month knows, you give them to me in painful detail.
What really tricked my trigger, what really got my feathers ruffled though was today when I got there the register I was going on needed a new drawer. She had it all ready and in her hand. So I put my hand out to take it. Every other time I have done this the person have given me the drawer since it isn't like you gotta do anything to put it in. Not her. The way she said "I'll take it" made my skin crawl.
Later I did get a little bit of satisfaction when I gave her some appropriate 'tude. I think she is starting to get the hint that while everyone else might ask how high when she say's jump. I'm more likely to give her an eyebrow raise and then walk away.
....right.
In other news...there isn't any. Well I do have a dream to share...might as well do it.
So let me set the scene. There's a hospital that's in the middle of a field. And there's some people there, Detective Flack from CSI NY was there. Anyway I don't remember the details of inside the hospital but then Flack and some other people decided to go out and play some baseball in the field. While playing it this truck comes tearing up the road and starts to drive on the field where the people were playing baseball. So everyone starts to scram and the people get out of the truck and start to scream something about being on the reservation and try to round up the people. Flack and what must have been other of his NYPD friends were like shiiiiit! We're cops and we don't have any guns! So everyone is being round up by the pickup truck people when all the sudden Flack somehow overpowers them. Though I don't think he really overpowered him as much as he just screamed NYPD! STOP! So the pickup people sort of froze and then the other people were able to get free. Guess how the NYPD people restrained the other people? No? Licorice rope. Yeah. They made a shackle out of it and tied it to the people's ankles. And then the people in the licorice rope restraint started to sing and someone yelled at them because there was no singin' in the chain gang.
Yeah. Go ahead and say it. WTF mate. I couldn't even make this shit up. Well I could but I didn't. I don't know where the hell it came from. The licorice rope chain I'll attribute to watching Juno and Flack to the TV show but everything else? Yeeeah....I don't know.
On that note, I should really go to bed.
That's right. Bitch blogs. Working while at school never really brought out the bitch blogs because the people down at PNS were generally a 100 times more likable, tolerable and nice. Here? I already want to pull my hair out. Surprisingly enough it isn't the customers that are the current source of my disdain, its the fellow employees. One in particular. We will call the person in question "Breakfast." Don't ask why.
Breakfast. Ohhhh Breakfast. I hate Breakfast. Both the meal and the person. Breakfast is the thorn in my side, the gum on my shoe.
People at work live in fear of Breakfast. I live to put fear into her. Ok not really. But wouldn't that be awesome?! Seriously though. I might not call it fear but I would call it caution. It's always "oooh Breakfast is in tomorrow, we better make sure this is done" or "Oh Breakfast will complain if you don't do that..."
That alone would not make me have such a loathing feeling towards Breakfast. It's Breakfast's general attitude I do not appreciate. If she was obviously bitchy, you know a yeller or something like that then I could take it. But she isn't. She has the aire of niceness but underneath that there is vile side.
What's her biggest crime? She treats me like I'm stupid. I am not stupid. Especially when it comes to work. I have been a cashier for six years. I know my shit. This lady treats me like I'm some newbie and that is where she went wrong.
I'm really tempted to say sometime "When you talk to me like I'm a moron, that pisses me off and I want to make a scene" and say it in that fakey nice tone she uses.
Do you want examples? Oh, oh have I got examples and the number of times I've worked with her is three.
Dear Breakfast, how have thee scorned me? Let me count the ways. 1. You say things like "do you know what facing is" to me. 2. You ask me if I know how to make my IPM go up. 3. You talk to me like I'm a second grader. 4. Routine tasks that anybody who has been there for a month knows, you give them to me in painful detail.
What really tricked my trigger, what really got my feathers ruffled though was today when I got there the register I was going on needed a new drawer. She had it all ready and in her hand. So I put my hand out to take it. Every other time I have done this the person have given me the drawer since it isn't like you gotta do anything to put it in. Not her. The way she said "I'll take it" made my skin crawl.
Later I did get a little bit of satisfaction when I gave her some appropriate 'tude. I think she is starting to get the hint that while everyone else might ask how high when she say's jump. I'm more likely to give her an eyebrow raise and then walk away.
....right.
In other news...there isn't any. Well I do have a dream to share...might as well do it.
So let me set the scene. There's a hospital that's in the middle of a field. And there's some people there, Detective Flack from CSI NY was there. Anyway I don't remember the details of inside the hospital but then Flack and some other people decided to go out and play some baseball in the field. While playing it this truck comes tearing up the road and starts to drive on the field where the people were playing baseball. So everyone starts to scram and the people get out of the truck and start to scream something about being on the reservation and try to round up the people. Flack and what must have been other of his NYPD friends were like shiiiiit! We're cops and we don't have any guns! So everyone is being round up by the pickup truck people when all the sudden Flack somehow overpowers them. Though I don't think he really overpowered him as much as he just screamed NYPD! STOP! So the pickup people sort of froze and then the other people were able to get free. Guess how the NYPD people restrained the other people? No? Licorice rope. Yeah. They made a shackle out of it and tied it to the people's ankles. And then the people in the licorice rope restraint started to sing and someone yelled at them because there was no singin' in the chain gang.
Yeah. Go ahead and say it. WTF mate. I couldn't even make this shit up. Well I could but I didn't. I don't know where the hell it came from. The licorice rope chain I'll attribute to watching Juno and Flack to the TV show but everything else? Yeeeah....I don't know.
On that note, I should really go to bed.
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Olly, olly, oxymoron!
I'm sorry but really?
Wisconsin Tree Lighting in Mooseheart, IL? I find that wrong.
And they've been doing it for 46 years! Wtf mate?
Wisconsin Tree Lighting in Mooseheart, IL? I find that wrong.
And they've been doing it for 46 years! Wtf mate?
Thursday, October 15, 2009
Ninja Turtles vs. Star Wars
So I'm watch the first Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle (heroes in a half shell, turtle power!) and I have never noticed how much it has in common with Star Wars, Darth Vader in particular. It also helps that I did just watch a part of a Star Wars. Which one? Ummm...six? Which really is the third one. Return of the Jedi.
Anyway. Here are the obvious commonalities: They both have creepy voices. They both have messed up faces, Shredders is scratched up from Splinter and Darth Vader has that harmonica thing on his face. They both have told someone they are their father. Darth with Luke, a durs and Shredder told the gang of hooligans that he was their father.
Another common theme? The Force. Now the Force (yes capitalized) in TMNT is nothing like the Force in Star Wars. They can't move shit with their minds but Shredder has talked about it. Or was it Splinter? Or should I say Sppppllllllliiiiinnnntttteeeerrrr per Raphael.
Hehehehe oh this movie. It is just so amazing! And the second one is good as well.
Ok. Honestly. Shredder was talking and he sounds almost exactly like Darth.
Damnit I want to see the footage of when Splinter was still small and he's ninjaing it up in his cage and OH! Here it is! I knew it was coming up.
Oooooohhhh! Little Splinter is so cute!
Shredder. He took the 80's style to a whole new level. As if shoulder pads weren't enough, you add razors to it. The jacket is also very Michael Jackson-esque.
I think I've gone on enough about the Ninja Turtles.
Anyway. Here are the obvious commonalities: They both have creepy voices. They both have messed up faces, Shredders is scratched up from Splinter and Darth Vader has that harmonica thing on his face. They both have told someone they are their father. Darth with Luke, a durs and Shredder told the gang of hooligans that he was their father.
Another common theme? The Force. Now the Force (yes capitalized) in TMNT is nothing like the Force in Star Wars. They can't move shit with their minds but Shredder has talked about it. Or was it Splinter? Or should I say Sppppllllllliiiiinnnntttteeeerrrr per Raphael.
Hehehehe oh this movie. It is just so amazing! And the second one is good as well.
Ok. Honestly. Shredder was talking and he sounds almost exactly like Darth.
Damnit I want to see the footage of when Splinter was still small and he's ninjaing it up in his cage and OH! Here it is! I knew it was coming up.
Oooooohhhh! Little Splinter is so cute!
Shredder. He took the 80's style to a whole new level. As if shoulder pads weren't enough, you add razors to it. The jacket is also very Michael Jackson-esque.
I think I've gone on enough about the Ninja Turtles.
Monday, October 12, 2009
legs and trunks and heads...oh my!
Warning: This picture isn't for the light of heart. It's gory. Here's what happens at the bottom of the Animal Cracker bin. Carnage. Lots and lots of carnage.
Gory but delicious.
Gory but delicious.
Friday, October 9, 2009
How I spent my Friday afternoon...
This is how I spent my Friday. Drawing pictures....of not the best quality.
First we have NASA bombing the moon...and accidentally hitting the American flag.
Then we have a T-Rex eating a caveman.
And then a gun. With a muzzle flash. ...I should stop watching NCIS and CSI....
Exciting, no?
First we have NASA bombing the moon...and accidentally hitting the American flag.
Then we have a T-Rex eating a caveman.
And then a gun. With a muzzle flash. ...I should stop watching NCIS and CSI....
Exciting, no?
Monday, October 5, 2009
One down, a few to go.
Now they just need to re-sign Craig Counsell.
Oh and yes Trevor should be ashamed of himself for being photographed in a tank top. I'm still a little bitter about him blowing the save Sunday...even though the Brewers did end up winning.
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