Momo-san has made the nest box her home. I expect eggs as early as Sunday, since she already laid one egg. I can’t help but start wondering what to name them.
October 21, 2011
October 20, 2011
Upon arriving home from various errands I was informed, much to my delight and horror, that m only remaining female parakeet, Momo-san, laid an egg. I was delighted to see the pearly pink oval, and was horrified that she had chewed off half the nestbox floor. I quickly went out to a fairl new shop on Gladstone in Sylmar and bought a, may I say very very reasonably priced!, new nest box. Now I’m waiting to watch Momo-san hop in and make it her nest.
June 1, 2011
Why do some reporters call the current US President “Mr. Obama” as opposed to “President Obama”?
Is it just me, or does this seem rude?
Am I being silly, or does it seem to detract from Barack Obama’s current position as the President of the United States of America? Isn’t it a bit like separating the yolk from the egg, and therefore having an egg white and egg yolk? Is it the intention of these reporters to do such a thing?
What a mystery.
May 17, 2011
First post (since August 2010) woo \o/
While dealing with a rather stressfull situation, after an equally stressfull day at work, I had some Frosted Circus Animal Cookies. These cookies, in my opinion, are the best cookies a person such as myself could possibly have after such a difficult day.
Many magazines (of both reputable and non-reputable reputations) have mentioned that crunchy things help us handle/relieve stress. In addition, many people rely on sweet foods to help raise dopamine levels. I, however, find something else comforting.
Have you ever noticed that no two cookies are frosted the same way? Nor are any two cookies sprinkled with sprinkles in the same way. Some, through chance, I suppose, are a bit slanted. Or the frosting has left a little layer behind (presumably because these cookies are frosted while on a dish or pan of some sort… maybe a cookie sheet?). My point is, no two cookies are exactly the same.
You know what would be really nice? If no two people’s names were exactly the same. For example:
A latina mother has just had her baby. She wants to name him Jesus. Her last name is Lopez. She tries to write in “Jesus Lopez” into the baby’s name tag. BAM! MESSAGE!
“We’re sorry. The name ‘Jesus Lopez’ is already taken. Would you like any of these alternatives?
1. Jesus Lopez2011
2. Jesus Lopez0511
3. Jesus Lopez051711
4. [ OTHER ]“
Think about it. Each person would have their own unique name. Obviously the mother wouldn’t have to put numbers in her son’s name. That’s just something to make the new mother laugh, in case she’s going through a hard time. Rather, it would encourage mothers to think of more unique names, and would discourage mothers from copying other people’s names.
That way, when we want to stalk someone online, or maybe find out information about a suspicious person one bought a horribly defective steam cooker from because one tends to be the type of person who is QUITE A BIT SILLY and is able to trust the most random people…. one can find out information about that person without confusing that person for a deceased 53 year old gentleman who died in New Jersey of a “prolongued illness”.
Think about it.
August 2, 2010
May 13, 2010
So, about a month and a half ago I let a co-worker borrow $200. But… now that I think about it. I can’t remember how much he’s paid back! ARGH!
Ah, whatever… I *think* he paid me back half of it about a month ago. Now I’m not sure, though, if he gave me $100 or just $50. Now I can only hope he’ll be honest and pay me back whatever he borrowed
Anyway, here’s what I learned.
May 11, 2010
So, so, hi. Today, I came across another one of those very particular characters. A couple of weeks ago, Boss got a new driver. He kinda looks like this:
He’s a kind of odd person, but he’s nice.
I think he’s somewhat religious, ’cause he’s constantly humming, singing, or otherwise creating noise that sounds like Christian music.
He likes to keep busy by cleaning the warehouse when he’s not out driving, and seems to enjoy long walks on a beach.
He’s also divorced with one child… Wait… anyway.
When he first started working with us, he was supposed to start work at 7.30AM or so. I’d always see him right when I would clock in, though (6.30AM), and I noticed after a while that he takes the bus to work.
Maybe he lives far from work? But he’s a driver, and they usually have their own cars. Maybe times were really tough for him, and he had to sell his car? Or, maybe he lives *close* to work, and it’s cheaper for him to take the bus.
At first I felt kind of bad for him. He seemed really groggy, and I would sometimes see him in the kitchen with his head on the table, fast asleep.
After a couple of weeks, though, the kitchen sort of seemed transformed, and I couldn’t help but be happy that he came in so early. It’s really quite unfair on him, though.
We have a little fridge over by the sink in the kitchen (not shown above). The little fridge usually holds everyone’s meal for the day, like in any office. But Mario brings milk for his cereal, orange juice, and, other such grocery foods. The other day, even this happened.
And then he invites us all to help ourselves to his cereal, and milk.
Like, honestly, where did this guy come from?
Maybe the cereal is poisoned… or maybe I’m just so accustomed to living in a world where people are selfish.
Maybe he’s secretly planning our demise, or secretly wanting to make us all fat, and ruin our diets.
Or, maybe, he’s just a super nice guy who likes sharing with people. Either way, it struck me as very odd.
And, one last thing that sort of confused me…. If he takes the bus from home, to work: How did he manage to carry such a huge roast chicken, and then also the milk, and his cereal and fruit?
Now, usually I’d strike up a conversation with a person like this. But he’s so incredibly nice, it’s almost painful to talk to him.
Don’t get me wrong, it’s not like he exudes honesty and good-will or anything. At first glance, he’s just a regular guy in his 40-50s. But after seeing what he’s taken upon himself to do, with the cleaning and the sharing, and the wanting to make friends with everyone… I don’t know.
It’s all very odd.
It’s got me all in a flutter, once again questioning whether my cynicism towards humanity, and humanity’s self-interest is truly warranted. I ask myself, yet again, if there are people like our friend Mario here, then, surely it would not be so difficult to make this world a better place. Surely there must be a limit to humanity’s disgusting self-centered idiocy.
But then I hear the radio, and remember that there’s a very strong movement going around to get rid of/ “crack down” on illegal immigrants. The US is starting to look like that one fat kid on the corner with the new super awesome bouncy ball. All the other kids on the street really want to play with the super awesome bouncy ball, and, well, heck, why not with the fat kid too?
But then, all of the kids, excited over this new shiny item, start milling around the fat kid, and he suddenly goes “Screw you guys, I’m going home and taking my ball with me, too.”
I really don’t know how to feel about all this! I suppose that’s why this blog entry is so dry.
I, in short, am utterly confused about everything.
May 5, 2010
IF EVERYONE’S LOUD. TURN OFF THE FUCKING SPEAKER PHONE!
Speaker phone is for when you’re, for example, in a car, and (in California at least) it’s not legal to hold one’s mobile to one’s ear. So speaker phone is turned on so you don’t get a ticket/die in a fiery car crash. But even an ear-piece-device-technology-thing is more practical.
Speaker phone is for when you’re, for example, in a conference, and all the people around you need to listen to what’s being said. The speaker phone quality is usually good when going from land-line to land-line.
Speaker phone is NOT for when you’re at work, and everyone around you is loud.
Speaker phone is NOT for when you’re in a busy, noisy supermarket, and your child is crying at you for more candy to shove in his fat face.
The basic rules, I believe, are:
If you can’t understand or hear what is being said to you, don’t use the speakerphone.
If you don’t want anyone else to understand or hear what is being said to you, don’t use the speakerphone.
See? Do you want this to happen to you? Hmm???
April 30, 2010
It’s not really all that difficult!
Here I was going “Ohhhh man, it must be so tough to draw those blog thingajiggers.”
Then I thought about it for a couple days, and figured I’d give it a try.
Here are my first attempts… Not great, but I realized it’s tons of fun. It’ll only make sense to the #tycoonexiles, though
*Palm-tree borrowed from Microsoft Clip-Art. Bukkit is not my invention! But I did draw this particular Bukkit.
It’s time consuming, but it’s tons of fun! I’m considering making more!
November 13, 2009
Just a little thought for the day~
I have a job, myes. It’s a good job. It’s fun, overall. I learn things every day, I get to meet interesting people with amusing experiences and entertaining opinions.
I guess, what I’m saying is that I’m beginning to feel guilty about complaining about my employer so much. Sure, I disagree with him. Yeah, he’s a bit on the slow side. And, yes, he can be pretty callous and mean at times. But he must be doing something right for his business to make a profit. Besides, I have to be at least a little grateful for him giving me a job without my having experience in the field, though I have plenty of knowledge.
I’ve heard quite a few of my friends and acquaintances having trouble finding work because of lack of experience, or an overall lack of job opportunities. Of course, this is nothing new, especially in our area.
The thing is, the “recession” hit our shop later than most. While everyone was panicking about having less work, we were still hustling. Then things slowed down for about… I dunno, two or three months. At that time, my boss asked me to work less days, and I had Mondays off. Our sales are are still lower than they have been in the last five years on average, but we’re working hard to get them back up, and it seems to be working!
Lately I have to come into work because of the high volume of projects. It’s not even just quotes anymore. As in, there are fewer bids than usual to complete, but I’m being awarded quite a few of those I do bid!
Another benefit to the slow-down in sales is that I’ve had the opportunity to reorganize the way I bid. I’m a lot more organized, a lot more concise, and I’ve figured out new ways to be more competitive.
I’m seeing, though, that while the “recession” lasted about three (maybe four) months for us (and we’ve made the most of that time), a lot of people are still suffering from the effects of a slowed economy in ways that they can’t control.
It really makes me thankful, that I have such a flexible job where I can earn good money *and* have fun at the same time.