I just saw a commercial from Saturn advertising that if you lose your job they will pay your payments for up to nine months. I am sure there is other bullshit associated with this deal but I wondered this...
Doesn't GM own Saturn? And didn't the treasury do this to warn them about their future?
Ok, so why the fuck is Saturn advertising customer confidence?!?!?!?!
Just askin...
Thursday, April 16, 2009
Thursday, April 9, 2009
Loren needs to start a blog
About his Dungeons and Dragons game he is OBSESSED over.
For the two people who read this blog please encourage him to blog about DnDnewbs.
Thats us. 805 DnDnewbs.
For the two people who read this blog please encourage him to blog about DnDnewbs.
Thats us. 805 DnDnewbs.
Gun buyback a STUPID idea
All over the country counties and cities are offering money for guns. What criminal would sell their gun to the city for a gift card worth less than the gun is worth? A criminal would just sell it to another criminal for twice what the City would offer.
Here's the problem, criminals want and use guns on a regular basis. Regular folks, the people who need protection from criminals, are the ones who need to keep their guns. So, how does it make sense to get people to sell their guns? IT DOESN'T. Why would you ask the people to take their guns out of their own hands? Why would you leave them defenseless to people who willingly use guns to kill?
Not clear enough for you?
Criminals don't sell back guns, regular people do. They get that little sense of goodness inside them and say "Hey I can make a difference for some good!" and they go down to the police station and get 100 bucks for their 9mm then guess who has a gun and who doesn't? The criminals have the guns and the regular folks have a 100 dollar gift card. Regular people are the ones who want to do better, who want things to be better but THEY AREN'T THE ONES SHOOTING PEOPLE. That's absurd.
Still haven't figured it out?
Then you are a moron.
Here's the problem, criminals want and use guns on a regular basis. Regular folks, the people who need protection from criminals, are the ones who need to keep their guns. So, how does it make sense to get people to sell their guns? IT DOESN'T. Why would you ask the people to take their guns out of their own hands? Why would you leave them defenseless to people who willingly use guns to kill?
Not clear enough for you?
Criminals don't sell back guns, regular people do. They get that little sense of goodness inside them and say "Hey I can make a difference for some good!" and they go down to the police station and get 100 bucks for their 9mm then guess who has a gun and who doesn't? The criminals have the guns and the regular folks have a 100 dollar gift card. Regular people are the ones who want to do better, who want things to be better but THEY AREN'T THE ONES SHOOTING PEOPLE. That's absurd.
Still haven't figured it out?
Then you are a moron.
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Yet another web media...
I felt inspired to start another blog, about baseball.
http://dodgerbluecrew.blogspot.com/
Please follow and stuff. Who knows if anyone will ever read but I feel like I will be blogging and tweeting a lot more.
http://dodgerbluecrew.blogspot.com/
Please follow and stuff. Who knows if anyone will ever read but I feel like I will be blogging and tweeting a lot more.
Baseball, dude. Baseball.
That is what you say when someone is trying to get your attention but it's bot 6, two on, two out, two on and a 3-2 count to Manny. Seriously, bro...
Baseball.
The mathematically perfect game. Every pitch accounted for, every play every hit, every move. Outs, steals, balls, strikes, its all there. At every pitch there are a limited but numerous series of events that can occur. As things happen, those options become reduced until you get to that moment in the game where you can either win, or not win. It can all sit on one pitch, the whole game....unless it's fouled off, then the suspense starts yet again! That is a special kind of suspense and I absolutely LOVE it. I long for it in the off season. I swear I get depressed when it isn't baseball season. I don't really give a shit about other sports so the off-season can be very emotionally difficult.
I have a good feeling about my team, the Los Angeles Dodgers. As a side, Giants suck, Angels suck, Padres suck, Dbacks suck, Rockies suck. Now I have that off my chest, i'll leave the shit talking to more than a Peter Griffin impression (I tried finding the clip on youtube, its when Peter is in the bar when the new yorkers come to Quahog and Lois learns to fight so he starts picking fights and says, "Jets suck, Yankees suck, Knicks suck..."
ANYWAY
Dodgers.
Furcal
Hudson
Ramirez
Ethier
Loney
Kemp
Martin
Blake
Pitcher
Kuroda
Wolf
Kershaw
Billingsley
McDonald
That's a team I can get behind, really, folks. There don't appear to be any real problems with this line up, on paper. In real life we come across all sorts of problems. I worry about the health of Furcal, Hudson and Wolf. I am concerned about the lack of experience from McDonald and Kershaw. The veterans are great. Ramirez makes people better by osmosis, Blake's beard is runmored to be the nephew beard of Chuck Norris, Martin is practically retired with how much he has matured since his first season. I love the young guys, I want them to recognize the potential they have to get a Championship if they work at it. Giving up on the team after two or three seasons just seems silly, but what do I know? I'm just a fan. Ethier could be a hall of famer. Just sayin...Matt Kemp is my guy.* I just wish he refined his baserunning. He is fast as all hell and I want to see him move. Really though, I wanna see him rounding 3rd in a playoff game for a game deciding play at the plate against some poor catcher with the confidence to block the plate. I know....I am american, violence is cool. :-/
And once again, and I don't know for how long I will be able to say this, I look forward to another season of Vin Scully. We are fortunate, as Dodger fans, to be one of the few ML teams with the same caller as we have had for, well, forever...It really means something special to me, to hear the same voice I have since I was a kid. Some folks don't get that about baseball. That it is more than guys on a field, it's entire lifetimes spent with a specific memory. Voices, names, numbers, stats, home runs, stolen bases, suspense, hot dogs, beers, friends, competition, victory. It's those memories and associated feelings that make us who we are. That's why I watch every game. That's why I named my dog, Dodger . Yep, some folks don't get that.
I get it.
Dude. Baseball.
*the individual members of my family each choose a "guy" to root for especially and claim property of in instances of good play. My dad's "Guy" is Russ Martin. Mine is Matt Kemp. My brother, James Loney. Mother Clayton Kershaw. My GUY just struck out, so now my dad will probably find a way to roast me on how its my fault somehow.
Baseball.
The mathematically perfect game. Every pitch accounted for, every play every hit, every move. Outs, steals, balls, strikes, its all there. At every pitch there are a limited but numerous series of events that can occur. As things happen, those options become reduced until you get to that moment in the game where you can either win, or not win. It can all sit on one pitch, the whole game....unless it's fouled off, then the suspense starts yet again! That is a special kind of suspense and I absolutely LOVE it. I long for it in the off season. I swear I get depressed when it isn't baseball season. I don't really give a shit about other sports so the off-season can be very emotionally difficult.
I have a good feeling about my team, the Los Angeles Dodgers. As a side, Giants suck, Angels suck, Padres suck, Dbacks suck, Rockies suck. Now I have that off my chest, i'll leave the shit talking to more than a Peter Griffin impression (I tried finding the clip on youtube, its when Peter is in the bar when the new yorkers come to Quahog and Lois learns to fight so he starts picking fights and says, "Jets suck, Yankees suck, Knicks suck..."
ANYWAY
Dodgers.
Furcal
Hudson
Ramirez
Ethier
Loney
Kemp
Martin
Blake
Pitcher
Kuroda
Wolf
Kershaw
Billingsley
McDonald
That's a team I can get behind, really, folks. There don't appear to be any real problems with this line up, on paper. In real life we come across all sorts of problems. I worry about the health of Furcal, Hudson and Wolf. I am concerned about the lack of experience from McDonald and Kershaw. The veterans are great. Ramirez makes people better by osmosis, Blake's beard is runmored to be the nephew beard of Chuck Norris, Martin is practically retired with how much he has matured since his first season. I love the young guys, I want them to recognize the potential they have to get a Championship if they work at it. Giving up on the team after two or three seasons just seems silly, but what do I know? I'm just a fan. Ethier could be a hall of famer. Just sayin...Matt Kemp is my guy.* I just wish he refined his baserunning. He is fast as all hell and I want to see him move. Really though, I wanna see him rounding 3rd in a playoff game for a game deciding play at the plate against some poor catcher with the confidence to block the plate. I know....I am american, violence is cool. :-/
And once again, and I don't know for how long I will be able to say this, I look forward to another season of Vin Scully. We are fortunate, as Dodger fans, to be one of the few ML teams with the same caller as we have had for, well, forever...It really means something special to me, to hear the same voice I have since I was a kid. Some folks don't get that about baseball. That it is more than guys on a field, it's entire lifetimes spent with a specific memory. Voices, names, numbers, stats, home runs, stolen bases, suspense, hot dogs, beers, friends, competition, victory. It's those memories and associated feelings that make us who we are. That's why I watch every game. That's why I named my dog, Dodger . Yep, some folks don't get that.
I get it.
Dude. Baseball.
*the individual members of my family each choose a "guy" to root for especially and claim property of in instances of good play. My dad's "Guy" is Russ Martin. Mine is Matt Kemp. My brother, James Loney. Mother Clayton Kershaw. My GUY just struck out, so now my dad will probably find a way to roast me on how its my fault somehow.
Note the posting time
I ate several Dodger dogs yesterday.
They were delicious.
A couple of them had chili on them.
Then, I ate more hot dogs, with hot peppers and sauce.
They were delicious.
Note the posting time.....
They were delicious.
A couple of them had chili on them.
Then, I ate more hot dogs, with hot peppers and sauce.
They were delicious.
Note the posting time.....
Sunday, April 5, 2009
Gadgets and gismos
I use a Nokia 2600. It's decent enough. Makes calls, sends texts but I have some issues with it...
My ogre fingers accidentally press END when typing text messages.
T9 frustrates me. My friend's name is RYAN not fucking SWAM.
I text A LOT, so I should get something with a qwerty board but back in November I used my upgrade and got this lovely 2600. At the time I was using the Caveberry Stone, from the days of folsom points and woman clubbing, and it was just starting to die. Stuck keys, scratched screen. It survived the turmoils. I replaced it though. Much like our politicians, phones are best replaced with younger and more innovative intelligence. So I get this phone back in Nov, use it til now. I got it because it was free with a new contract. Super. No problem. Little did I know this would be my ONE upgrade for TWO FUCKING YEARS. It would have been nice if someone had mentioned, "Hey, you won't be able to get a new upgrade for two years, so you might want a more up to date and fancy phone." Just a hint, I woulda taken it.
So now i quarrel with the idea of getting a new phone and paying the outrageous prices for non upgrade discounts and shit like that. 150 for the cheapest.
After careful deliberation I decided to just let it go, deal with the shitty 2600 and when the time comes, I can get a new one. By then who knows maybe phones will be able to teleport me.
On the agenda today? Chillin.
That is all for now.
My ogre fingers accidentally press END when typing text messages.
T9 frustrates me. My friend's name is RYAN not fucking SWAM.
I text A LOT, so I should get something with a qwerty board but back in November I used my upgrade and got this lovely 2600. At the time I was using the Caveberry Stone, from the days of folsom points and woman clubbing, and it was just starting to die. Stuck keys, scratched screen. It survived the turmoils. I replaced it though. Much like our politicians, phones are best replaced with younger and more innovative intelligence. So I get this phone back in Nov, use it til now. I got it because it was free with a new contract. Super. No problem. Little did I know this would be my ONE upgrade for TWO FUCKING YEARS. It would have been nice if someone had mentioned, "Hey, you won't be able to get a new upgrade for two years, so you might want a more up to date and fancy phone." Just a hint, I woulda taken it.
So now i quarrel with the idea of getting a new phone and paying the outrageous prices for non upgrade discounts and shit like that. 150 for the cheapest.
After careful deliberation I decided to just let it go, deal with the shitty 2600 and when the time comes, I can get a new one. By then who knows maybe phones will be able to teleport me.
On the agenda today? Chillin.
That is all for now.
Friday, April 3, 2009
I tweet
Apparently the damn passed tense for tweeting is to have TWATTED?! WTF is that? Who knowingly and willingly uses TWAT as some sort of twisted verbage? Twats. That's who.
Anyway.
I tweet. 1dodgerdog
It started as a twitter about my dog, Dodger but has turned into an account of my life and times as well as the genius currently honorably snoozing at my feet. He does this thing in his sleep where I swear he is dreaming of drinking milk from a nipple. He slurps and everything. I have to get video of it in HD. So, go follow me on twitter. I like to pretend I am interacting with celebs like Greg Grunberg and Questlove. I would like more friends to follow. People I like. If I like you, start using twitter.com.
The Roots are the Late Night band for Jimmy Fallon. That Fallon kid is one lucky bastard. Mike Myers was on the show and those geeks in the Roots played "WOMAN, WHOA-MAN, WOOOOOAA MAN." Fuckin aye. THAT, is a reference. Best band in the world.
Work tomorrow. I feel apathetic toward a job that is in jeopardy. I work Saturday. Definitely, everyweek and I fill in the other days with whatever I can. I am poor. I need this job. Postmaster General Potter goes to congress and asks for permission to go to five day mail delivery....
Bye bye income.
So we'll see. Tomorrow, saturday, I work. Expect updates on the cell on twitter, if you are at all interested in a god damned thing I have to say. Who knows? I could tell you all about the types of places I deliver too, the people I come across....could be interesting, no?
zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
Anyway.
I tweet. 1dodgerdog
It started as a twitter about my dog, Dodger but has turned into an account of my life and times as well as the genius currently honorably snoozing at my feet. He does this thing in his sleep where I swear he is dreaming of drinking milk from a nipple. He slurps and everything. I have to get video of it in HD. So, go follow me on twitter. I like to pretend I am interacting with celebs like Greg Grunberg and Questlove. I would like more friends to follow. People I like. If I like you, start using twitter.com.
The Roots are the Late Night band for Jimmy Fallon. That Fallon kid is one lucky bastard. Mike Myers was on the show and those geeks in the Roots played "WOMAN, WHOA-MAN, WOOOOOAA MAN." Fuckin aye. THAT, is a reference. Best band in the world.
Work tomorrow. I feel apathetic toward a job that is in jeopardy. I work Saturday. Definitely, everyweek and I fill in the other days with whatever I can. I am poor. I need this job. Postmaster General Potter goes to congress and asks for permission to go to five day mail delivery....
Bye bye income.
So we'll see. Tomorrow, saturday, I work. Expect updates on the cell on twitter, if you are at all interested in a god damned thing I have to say. Who knows? I could tell you all about the types of places I deliver too, the people I come across....could be interesting, no?
zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
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