Dear Stacy's friend who works at a convenience store and sent a whole case of energy drinks with her to our office as a promotional thing:
I want to thank you for your generosity in thinking about Stacy and the people she works with. Working in an office all day long can actually be quite draining and sitting in front of a computer all day can literally make people lose all will to actually even move their fingers to type...I think that's why voice recognition software was created. Having liquid energy in 16oz cans sitting in our office fridge is hugely convenient.
Anyway, while I am appreciative of the gesture, I thought I would let you know what happened after consuming my first 6 cans during my lunch hour yesterday.
First of all, I was mildly amused by the moniker of "Earth Shattering Energy" on the can...at first. After the third can or so, I realized that this was no "amusing" matter. Truth be told I am a little concerned that my internal organs may not stop violently spasming. I probably should have stopped after the 5th can as the MRI at the ER last night revealed severe bruising of my brain. They asked if I had been in an accident of some kind because it was like my brain had bounced around in my skull violently for hours. I guess it's a good thing they're low-carb...imagine if I'd had all that sugar too!!!
Also, did you know that one serving of that energy drink has 100% recommended daily values of Niacin (B3), 190% of B6 and 180% of B12? Did you also know that there are 2 servings per can? I guess consuming 1200% of B3, 2280% of B6 and 2160% of B12 in under an hour throws your vitamin balance a little off. I couldn't touch a computer for the rest of the day because my body actually absorbed all the A's, C's, D's and E's off every screen and keyboard I came in contact with. Imagine that! I had the energy and will to work, but COULDN'T!
I did some reading on the symptoms of overdosing on B vitamins, but there is one side effect that I suffered that I couldn't seem to correlate and was wondering if you'd heard of it. After about 2 hours and 8 more cans of energy drink, the two separate hemispheres of my brain seemed to begin operating independantly of each other...and without regard to my willful operation of the finer motor functions of my own body, my right arm ripped my left arm clean off my body and started beating me in the face with it. I ran around the office screaming for help, but no one would come near me. And when I say "ran" I'm using the term loosely. My left leg ran, but my right leg stubbornly stood in one place so really I was just spinning around in circles. Have you ever beaten yourself in the face with your own dismembered arm while spinning in circles and screaming? Apparently others see that is "crazy." The blows must have been pretty forceful too because, although the bruising and cracked bones in my face will heal quickly, I am still having trouble finding the middle and ring fingers of my left arm. I think it is important to note at this point that my right arm was the prosthetic one.
As I can generally be a little crazy at work, it took a while for anyone to realize just how serious a reaction I was having. I must have told them over and over I really needed help, but apparently it was coming out as "FADA BADA BADA BADA BLUH BLUH BLUH FFFF THBBBBBB". While this isn't completely unusual for me in the office, this time I hadn't been on a tech support call for the last hour.
Lastly, I thought it interesting to note that until the final 4 cans yesterday I thought the term "jumping out of my skin" was just a euphimism. Did you know seeing a living human body with no skin can actually make people vomit? Although it probably didn't help that my skeleton wasn't much support for all the meat because it had vibrated to almost complete liquification.
Anyway - sorry to go on and on, but I just wanted to thank you again for thinking of us. Aside from the missing fingers, the doctors seem confident that I will be mostly back to normal after a heart transplant, brain surgery, and after they reapply my skin and re-attach my left arm. I look forward to trying the other flavors of that energy drink!
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Thursday, April 30, 2009
Sunday, February 8, 2009
More Silence - And Then Came the Infomercial
Here I am! I've been busy and busy and busy and well...something came up that I just HAVE to share.
For the past week, I have been visiting several of our restaurants before opening time and at closing time to perform some updates to the databases in their registers. This is a fairly arduous task and has been the cause of some sleep deprivation I've had this past week. Every day I have been up some time between 3AM and 4AM (for those of you who are particular about it, that's Central Standard Time), so that I could be in the stores and have the full process completed before they opened their doors at 6. THEN, I would visit a store at 10 and perform the updates and get out of the stores around 12 or 1 (again, central standard time).
There was also work to be done during the day, and I did my best to catch some Z's when I had some down-time, but 2 things kept that from happening: 1) I have a very hard time sleeping during the day and 2) People have a very hard time calling me without making my phone ring. So...even if I did happen to doze off, my phone would ring within a few minutes and wake me up. Even sleeping at night was tough this week because of all the thinking involved in getting this done right - it was hard to turn my brain off when it was actually time to sleep. So most days I was on less than 4 hours of sleep and even one day I was on 1.5 hours of sleep.
I'm not sure why I'm telling you all this except for maybe it sets the stage for the kind of mood I was in this particular morning.
You see, Friday night was the first night I was able to get more than 4 hours of sleep. I probably would have slept until 9 or 10 had my phone not rang at 7:20. I had also taken my pain medicine the night before so I was pretty groggy. But...all in all, I was in a decent mood because I was going to GO HOME (3 Hour drive from where I was).
So I go down for a continental breakfast and sit down with a bagel, some yogurt and a banana. I turn to the large, flat-screen tv mounted on the wall which has the sound turned down. I am watching what appears to be some kind of shopping network or something. I can't really tell what's going on since there's no sound, but usually, one can deduce what's going on in an infomercial, right? WRONG!
There are two people on the screen. One man and one woman. The man appears to be the informercial salesman and the woman appears to be the infomercial oooooooh-and-aaaaahhhh person. I see the man take something that looks like a large phone receiver and stick it to a wall. When I say it looked like a phone receiver, I mean it looked a lot like the photo to the left, except the color was white, there was no cord, and the round parts were much bigger. It looked like some make shift wall-handle. My first thought was, "Oh, yes - because I've always wanted a handle...ON MY WALL!!!!" Funny, yes, but I thought I'd continue watching to see what the purpose for this phone-receiver-looking wall-mountable handle might actually be.
No such lu
ck. The man moved on to another bizarre task. He took 4 or 5 rectangular and brightly-colored sponges and put them on the table in front of the woman. He then takes a chef's knife (as pictured to the right) and presses down on the stack of sponges. I think "Oh - the guy is going to cut sponges with a knife...but what's with the handle on the wall?"
Patiently I wait for the answer to the wall-handle question and continue to push down on the stack of sponges and nothing happens. Well, the sponges compress but there is no cutting going on.
So the guy reaches over and starts sharpening the knife. I think to myself, "Ohhh....he's going to sharpen the knife and THEN cut the sponges. He's selling a knife sharpener! But what's with the handle ON THE WALL????"
So he finishes sharpening the knife and presses the knife down on the sponges. This time quite a bit harder. I'm thinking "If pressing harder did the trick then how am I supposed to know if your sharpener worked, bright guy?"
But, once again, nothing. The woman is smiling and nodding and saying something, but I don't know what. For all I know she could be saying, "If you keep trying to cut the sponges, maybe people won't notice the large plastic handle on the wall right next to me!"
So the guy starts sharpening the knife again. If it's an informercial for the knife sharpener, this is not going well.
So he takes his twice-sharpened chef's knife and pressed down really hard on the sponges this time he starts sawing at the sponges...NOTHING! The woman picks up the top sponge and looks at a tiny cut in the top of it and looks like she's impressed that he was actually able to cut a small slit into the sponge. I'm thinking "Yay, he sharpened it enough to cut a SPONGE; NOW I can use it to cut MEAT! NOW WHAT'S WITH THE HANDLE ON THE WALL?????"
As if to press my insanity over the wall handle to new levels and confuse everything that makes up my mental capacity, the guy then reaches over and picks up a generic can of cola and a square of carpet. "OHHHHH...", I think to myself, "He's selling SPONGES. He's going to make a mess and clean it up!"
So the guy proceeds to dump the entire contents of the can of generic cola onto the square of carpet that is now sitting ont he counter right next to the sponges in front of the woman. "I called THAT!"
Nope!
He then reaches over and picks up a large chamois and starts mopping the cola up off the carpet. At this point I'm thinking "Ok, so the guy is nothing more than a raving lunatic who wants to cut sponges and when that doesn't work he has to throw a tantrum by dumping his soda all over the counter and then feels guilt-ridden enough to mop up the mess...BUT WHAT THE HECK IS WITH THAT FREAKING HANDLE ON THE WALL?????????"
I am sorry to report that I have no idea what that was all about. I don't know why the guy dumped out the soda and mopped it up. I don't know why he tried THREE TIMES to cut a stack of colorful sponges. In fact, had the sound been on, I'd almost be willing to bet that he tried to cut the sponges the woman remarked "WOW! Those are some TOUGH SPONGES!!!" and then he would have replied, "Yeah...too bad they can't clean for CRAP! So here's a chamois!!!"
And...I.DON'T.KNOW.WHY.HE.PUT.A.HANDLE.ON.THE.WALL!!!!!
Please...PLEASE...one of my readers out there...PLEASE tell me that you've seen this infomercial and can fill me in on what it was all about! My mental wellness may very well depend on it!!!
For the past week, I have been visiting several of our restaurants before opening time and at closing time to perform some updates to the databases in their registers. This is a fairly arduous task and has been the cause of some sleep deprivation I've had this past week. Every day I have been up some time between 3AM and 4AM (for those of you who are particular about it, that's Central Standard Time), so that I could be in the stores and have the full process completed before they opened their doors at 6. THEN, I would visit a store at 10 and perform the updates and get out of the stores around 12 or 1 (again, central standard time).
There was also work to be done during the day, and I did my best to catch some Z's when I had some down-time, but 2 things kept that from happening: 1) I have a very hard time sleeping during the day and 2) People have a very hard time calling me without making my phone ring. So...even if I did happen to doze off, my phone would ring within a few minutes and wake me up. Even sleeping at night was tough this week because of all the thinking involved in getting this done right - it was hard to turn my brain off when it was actually time to sleep. So most days I was on less than 4 hours of sleep and even one day I was on 1.5 hours of sleep.
I'm not sure why I'm telling you all this except for maybe it sets the stage for the kind of mood I was in this particular morning.
You see, Friday night was the first night I was able to get more than 4 hours of sleep. I probably would have slept until 9 or 10 had my phone not rang at 7:20. I had also taken my pain medicine the night before so I was pretty groggy. But...all in all, I was in a decent mood because I was going to GO HOME (3 Hour drive from where I was).
So I go down for a continental breakfast and sit down with a bagel, some yogurt and a banana. I turn to the large, flat-screen tv mounted on the wall which has the sound turned down. I am watching what appears to be some kind of shopping network or something. I can't really tell what's going on since there's no sound, but usually, one can deduce what's going on in an infomercial, right? WRONG!
There are two people on the screen. One man and one woman. The man appears to be the informercial salesman and the woman appears to be the infomercial oooooooh-and-aaaaahhhh person. I see the man take something that looks like a large phone receiver and stick it to a wall. When I say it looked like a phone receiver, I mean it looked a lot like the photo to the left, except the color was white, there was no cord, and the round parts were much bigger. It looked like some make shift wall-handle. My first thought was, "Oh, yes - because I've always wanted a handle...ON MY WALL!!!!" Funny, yes, but I thought I'd continue watching to see what the purpose for this phone-receiver-looking wall-mountable handle might actually be.
No such lu
ck. The man moved on to another bizarre task. He took 4 or 5 rectangular and brightly-colored sponges and put them on the table in front of the woman. He then takes a chef's knife (as pictured to the right) and presses down on the stack of sponges. I think "Oh - the guy is going to cut sponges with a knife...but what's with the handle on the wall?"Patiently I wait for the answer to the wall-handle question and continue to push down on the stack of sponges and nothing happens. Well, the sponges compress but there is no cutting going on.
So the guy reaches over and starts sharpening the knife. I think to myself, "Ohhh....he's going to sharpen the knife and THEN cut the sponges. He's selling a knife sharpener! But what's with the handle ON THE WALL????"
So he finishes sharpening the knife and presses the knife down on the sponges. This time quite a bit harder. I'm thinking "If pressing harder did the trick then how am I supposed to know if your sharpener worked, bright guy?"
But, once again, nothing. The woman is smiling and nodding and saying something, but I don't know what. For all I know she could be saying, "If you keep trying to cut the sponges, maybe people won't notice the large plastic handle on the wall right next to me!"
So the guy starts sharpening the knife again. If it's an informercial for the knife sharpener, this is not going well.
So he takes his twice-sharpened chef's knife and pressed down really hard on the sponges this time he starts sawing at the sponges...NOTHING! The woman picks up the top sponge and looks at a tiny cut in the top of it and looks like she's impressed that he was actually able to cut a small slit into the sponge. I'm thinking "Yay, he sharpened it enough to cut a SPONGE; NOW I can use it to cut MEAT! NOW WHAT'S WITH THE HANDLE ON THE WALL?????"
As if to press my insanity over the wall handle to new levels and confuse everything that makes up my mental capacity, the guy then reaches over and picks up a generic can of cola and a square of carpet. "OHHHHH...", I think to myself, "He's selling SPONGES. He's going to make a mess and clean it up!"
So the guy proceeds to dump the entire contents of the can of generic cola onto the square of carpet that is now sitting ont he counter right next to the sponges in front of the woman. "I called THAT!"
Nope!
He then reaches over and picks up a large chamois and starts mopping the cola up off the carpet. At this point I'm thinking "Ok, so the guy is nothing more than a raving lunatic who wants to cut sponges and when that doesn't work he has to throw a tantrum by dumping his soda all over the counter and then feels guilt-ridden enough to mop up the mess...BUT WHAT THE HECK IS WITH THAT FREAKING HANDLE ON THE WALL?????????"
I am sorry to report that I have no idea what that was all about. I don't know why the guy dumped out the soda and mopped it up. I don't know why he tried THREE TIMES to cut a stack of colorful sponges. In fact, had the sound been on, I'd almost be willing to bet that he tried to cut the sponges the woman remarked "WOW! Those are some TOUGH SPONGES!!!" and then he would have replied, "Yeah...too bad they can't clean for CRAP! So here's a chamois!!!"
And...I.DON'T.KNOW.WHY.HE.PUT.A.HANDLE.ON.THE.WALL!!!!!
Please...PLEASE...one of my readers out there...PLEASE tell me that you've seen this infomercial and can fill me in on what it was all about! My mental wellness may very well depend on it!!!
Monday, November 17, 2008
A month of silence rewarded with laughter
Oh, how silent I've been!
The last y'all heard, I was whining about our truck. Well, the truck got fixed and worked fine for a while. Got stuck again yesterday, but it didn't stay stuck this time, so I am not sure what to think.
But...I decided to see what's been going on in Google Analytics since my last post. And I got a good hearty laugh. It was amusing to me when I saw that Obama scary frightening Halloween actually brought someone to my blog. But the gut busting laughter came with dancing monkey basketballs brain.
WHAT THE HECK??? Dancing monkey basketballs brain. That is so incredibly nutzoid that I can't even imagine what would have possessed someone to type that into Google. What's worse is that there are over 1.2 MILLION search results for that!!! And...of ALL THINGS...I am search result NUMBER TWO. That is just freaking awesome!!!
So what has the last month held for me? Well, mostly work and Chiropractic care. I have been visiting my Chiropractor (also my wife's uncle...so since my back cracker is my wife's uncle, I affectionately refer to him as Uncle Cracker) on a regular basis trying to get some relief from my ever-persistent, never ending sciatic nerve pain and back spasms. The good news is I have been feeling a little better. I have actually had some good days in the past month (by good days I mean days where I didn't necessarily feel like I was in pain all day long). The bad news is that there may not be much more relief than that for me.
You see, another MRI was ordered for me. Turns out my back is getting worse. I guess I am not as closely related to Superman as I'd like to think. All the bending, heavy lifting, and other stupid crap that I think I can somehow do without making my back worse (despite the fact that it DOES put me in excruciating pain) is actually making my back worse (DUH!). So I have to start being a whole lot more careful. Dr Uncle Cracker said I need to avoid lifting things that are over 25 lbs (the computers I order from Dell for our new stores are 25.04 lbs in shipping!!!) I need to avoid doing the things that cause me pain.
It is tough to do that. It's hard to avoid doing things that cause you pain when just about everything you do causes you pain. It's also frustrating to know that you SHOULD be able to do certain things (like help carry some heavy stuff), but you can't because it causes you pain. Right now I am having to do some travelling for work, and it's difficult because the road trips are hard on my back and so are the hotel beds. But...gotta do what I gotta do. I'm going to try to find some good lumbar support for the car and a good mattress topper of some kind for the hotel beds.
So anywho...I just thought I'd post a quick note to let y'all know how I'm doing. I know I've been pretty quiet lately, and it's been mostly because I've been so busy during work that when I get home, I just want to veg out. I haven't had much motivation to blog lately. But, we'll see if I can get back on track.
I'll leave you with this...I found this to be particularly hilarious. I'm not even going to give it an intro other than that...just visit this site.
The last y'all heard, I was whining about our truck. Well, the truck got fixed and worked fine for a while. Got stuck again yesterday, but it didn't stay stuck this time, so I am not sure what to think.
But...I decided to see what's been going on in Google Analytics since my last post. And I got a good hearty laugh. It was amusing to me when I saw that Obama scary frightening Halloween actually brought someone to my blog. But the gut busting laughter came with dancing monkey basketballs brain.
WHAT THE HECK??? Dancing monkey basketballs brain. That is so incredibly nutzoid that I can't even imagine what would have possessed someone to type that into Google. What's worse is that there are over 1.2 MILLION search results for that!!! And...of ALL THINGS...I am search result NUMBER TWO. That is just freaking awesome!!!
So what has the last month held for me? Well, mostly work and Chiropractic care. I have been visiting my Chiropractor (also my wife's uncle...so since my back cracker is my wife's uncle, I affectionately refer to him as Uncle Cracker) on a regular basis trying to get some relief from my ever-persistent, never ending sciatic nerve pain and back spasms. The good news is I have been feeling a little better. I have actually had some good days in the past month (by good days I mean days where I didn't necessarily feel like I was in pain all day long). The bad news is that there may not be much more relief than that for me.
You see, another MRI was ordered for me. Turns out my back is getting worse. I guess I am not as closely related to Superman as I'd like to think. All the bending, heavy lifting, and other stupid crap that I think I can somehow do without making my back worse (despite the fact that it DOES put me in excruciating pain) is actually making my back worse (DUH!). So I have to start being a whole lot more careful. Dr Uncle Cracker said I need to avoid lifting things that are over 25 lbs (the computers I order from Dell for our new stores are 25.04 lbs in shipping!!!) I need to avoid doing the things that cause me pain.
It is tough to do that. It's hard to avoid doing things that cause you pain when just about everything you do causes you pain. It's also frustrating to know that you SHOULD be able to do certain things (like help carry some heavy stuff), but you can't because it causes you pain. Right now I am having to do some travelling for work, and it's difficult because the road trips are hard on my back and so are the hotel beds. But...gotta do what I gotta do. I'm going to try to find some good lumbar support for the car and a good mattress topper of some kind for the hotel beds.
So anywho...I just thought I'd post a quick note to let y'all know how I'm doing. I know I've been pretty quiet lately, and it's been mostly because I've been so busy during work that when I get home, I just want to veg out. I haven't had much motivation to blog lately. But, we'll see if I can get back on track.
I'll leave you with this...I found this to be particularly hilarious. I'm not even going to give it an intro other than that...just visit this site.
Sunday, October 19, 2008
What The...
TRUCK!!!
Saturday started off semi-normally (except for the fact that I can't seem to sleep past 5:30 after getting up at 3:00 all week long.) I am overall pretty well exhausted and just trying to let myself relax after a very grueling work-week. I just played around on my laptop for most of the morning knowing that I should be doing something productive but just too tired to care.
Crystal's dad shows up to begin helping us work on getting the trim back in place (because we tore it all up when we put down the new laminate flooring). Pretty close to this juncture, Crystal reminds me that I need to take the dogs to the groomer. I don't particularly care to pay someone to groom my dogs, but neither of us is up to doing it, so the appointment was made. I'm gathering my wits and preparing to head out and Crystal is gathering the dogs to prepare them to go out, and Crystal's dad is hauling trim out the the back yard to begin cleaning it off and pulling the nails out. My friend calls me to let me know he's just about ready to come paint the nursery for us...
All seemed to be going ok...
I get in the truck. I turn it on...are you ready for this? Our new (used) Mazda Tribute decided it didn't want to leave the house yesterday. It started just fine, but when I put it in reverse, it would not move. One wheel...ONE WHEEL...would not turn. My first thought was "did I leave my laptop bag under the wheel?"
No wait...that's what I thought LAST time...
THIS time, my first thought was "Oh no...not again!"
And, just for the record...it's the SAME WHEEL.
I called the dealership and, long story short, they said they'd tow it in, give us a vehicle to drive until they figure out what's going on with what they already supposedly fixed.
So...right now we have a brand new 2008 Ford Explorer with Sirius Satellite Radio and Microsoft Sync sitting right in our driveway. It's temporary...and if it weren't for the fact that the only reason it's there is because our truck is in the emergency room, I might be happier about it.
But...it is what it is...
And I think we're going to get a new license plate...
I'll let y'all know all about that if/when we get the new plates in!
Saturday started off semi-normally (except for the fact that I can't seem to sleep past 5:30 after getting up at 3:00 all week long.) I am overall pretty well exhausted and just trying to let myself relax after a very grueling work-week. I just played around on my laptop for most of the morning knowing that I should be doing something productive but just too tired to care.
Crystal's dad shows up to begin helping us work on getting the trim back in place (because we tore it all up when we put down the new laminate flooring). Pretty close to this juncture, Crystal reminds me that I need to take the dogs to the groomer. I don't particularly care to pay someone to groom my dogs, but neither of us is up to doing it, so the appointment was made. I'm gathering my wits and preparing to head out and Crystal is gathering the dogs to prepare them to go out, and Crystal's dad is hauling trim out the the back yard to begin cleaning it off and pulling the nails out. My friend calls me to let me know he's just about ready to come paint the nursery for us...
All seemed to be going ok...
I get in the truck. I turn it on...are you ready for this? Our new (used) Mazda Tribute decided it didn't want to leave the house yesterday. It started just fine, but when I put it in reverse, it would not move. One wheel...ONE WHEEL...would not turn. My first thought was "did I leave my laptop bag under the wheel?"
No wait...that's what I thought LAST time...
THIS time, my first thought was "Oh no...not again!"
And, just for the record...it's the SAME WHEEL.
I called the dealership and, long story short, they said they'd tow it in, give us a vehicle to drive until they figure out what's going on with what they already supposedly fixed.
So...right now we have a brand new 2008 Ford Explorer with Sirius Satellite Radio and Microsoft Sync sitting right in our driveway. It's temporary...and if it weren't for the fact that the only reason it's there is because our truck is in the emergency room, I might be happier about it.
But...it is what it is...
And I think we're going to get a new license plate...
I'll let y'all know all about that if/when we get the new plates in!
Sunday, October 5, 2008
Google say WHAT?
I'm getting more search engine traffic!
Though - I'm not sure that's something to be proud of. Of course, this site isn't really about anything in specific other than me posting my thoughts and rants and ravings and whatnot. But Google helped get my site some attention with the following search terms:
ant online warehouse (no quotes) - oooooooh...not good for antonline. Though I show up as number 15 for this search, it certainly wasn't a happy post! I still have such a bad taste in my mouth for them that I would absolutely advise AGAINST purchasing with them. They don't have their act together people! You can't reach the people who contact you and they treat you like you're stupid!
Still not holding a grudge...PFFFFFFFT.
And the other search term that brought me some traffic...
dusty turn on hold again (with or without quotes!) - ummmmm...I have no idea what this person might have been looking for. I think they may have just...I dunno...randomly typed a few words into Google and...wow. WHAT? The worst part is that I show up as NUMBER ONE for this search...go ahead, try it! You know you want to. If you haven't already you're just being stubborn...no seriously, you can type it without quotes and I'm number one. You can type it with quotes and it says "No results found..." and then shows the results without quotes. I just don't understand!
Ok, so that was a little fun.
You know - for being just a "fun little blog" I sure have got some wide-spread traffic! I mean, ok...it's probably no big deal. But when I first turned on Google Analytics on my site, I truly anticipated that I'd see a hit here or a hit there and just, you know...whatever. But so far I have gathered traffic from SIXTEEN states and FOUR countries outside the United States. Sure some if it may just be people who happened upon my site and then happened away from my site.
Perhaps it helps that I've started posting more frequently. Whatever it is...I find it really cool.
Anyone else using analytics that has found themselves in awe of what they are seeing?
Though - I'm not sure that's something to be proud of. Of course, this site isn't really about anything in specific other than me posting my thoughts and rants and ravings and whatnot. But Google helped get my site some attention with the following search terms:
ant online warehouse (no quotes) - oooooooh...not good for antonline. Though I show up as number 15 for this search, it certainly wasn't a happy post! I still have such a bad taste in my mouth for them that I would absolutely advise AGAINST purchasing with them. They don't have their act together people! You can't reach the people who contact you and they treat you like you're stupid!
Still not holding a grudge...PFFFFFFFT.
And the other search term that brought me some traffic...
dusty turn on hold again (with or without quotes!) - ummmmm...I have no idea what this person might have been looking for. I think they may have just...I dunno...randomly typed a few words into Google and...wow. WHAT? The worst part is that I show up as NUMBER ONE for this search...go ahead, try it! You know you want to. If you haven't already you're just being stubborn...no seriously, you can type it without quotes and I'm number one. You can type it with quotes and it says "No results found..." and then shows the results without quotes. I just don't understand!
Ok, so that was a little fun.
You know - for being just a "fun little blog" I sure have got some wide-spread traffic! I mean, ok...it's probably no big deal. But when I first turned on Google Analytics on my site, I truly anticipated that I'd see a hit here or a hit there and just, you know...whatever. But so far I have gathered traffic from SIXTEEN states and FOUR countries outside the United States. Sure some if it may just be people who happened upon my site and then happened away from my site.
Perhaps it helps that I've started posting more frequently. Whatever it is...I find it really cool.
Anyone else using analytics that has found themselves in awe of what they are seeing?
Friday, October 3, 2008
Most Frightening Halloween Display EVER
Before I post this I have to say:
Rock Chick - I PROMISE...I got these pictures BEFORE your "We the People" post!
I went to Walgreen's yesterday to pick up some stuff Crystal requested and when I walked in I saw something that made meturn around and run screaming from the building walk out to my car and get my camera. Observe what I am calling the most frightening Halloween display EVER!
I swear this isn't photo-chopped people! Go ahead...click on it...blow it up...take a good close look at who's standing next to Freddy and Jason! AND THE SCARIEST IS ON BOTH ENDS! LOL!
I wish I knew if the person who set up this display was being snarky or if they were just thinking "they are dolls, put them all together." Either way...I found it HILARIOUS.
Rock Chick - I PROMISE...I got these pictures BEFORE your "We the People" post!
I went to Walgreen's yesterday to pick up some stuff Crystal requested and when I walked in I saw something that made me
I swear this isn't photo-chopped people! Go ahead...click on it...blow it up...take a good close look at who's standing next to Freddy and Jason! AND THE SCARIEST IS ON BOTH ENDS! LOL!
I wish I knew if the person who set up this display was being snarky or if they were just thinking "they are dolls, put them all together." Either way...I found it HILARIOUS.
Everything is Perfect!
No, not really.
I got the phone call yesterday morning from the dealership. Apparently the passenger's side airbag needed to be replaced for some reason. They he told me that there IS a safety warranty, but it's only up to 60,000 miles. Which our truck is way past (just a little under 80,000). SOOOO, it is going to cost $265 to replace that airbag (no charge for labor) and $23 for freight and because airbags are considered hazmat, they wouldn't be able to get it there any sooner than next Monday.
NEXT MONDAY!!!
Uncool. Very very uncool.
I got off the phone and boiled for a bit. I called the dealership and asked to speak to the sales manager who was trying to help me get through all this. He was on the phone, so I didn't get to speak to him. I left a message to have him call me back.
A few minutes later, the service manager called me. He said "What can I do to make this right?"
I told him, "I'm not sure there is anything you can do at this point! I'm so sick and tired of this crap. You guys can't get my truck done, you keep charging me more money. I'm not saying you're doing anything dishonest but this is the stereotypical auto shop horror story!"
He then tells me that he's going to see what he can do to get me a discount on the airbag. This offers me little consolation.
"Discount?? You know what? I hesitate to say this because this is NOT how I am. I DO NOT believe it trying to get things out of people for free. I am NOT about shorting you money. BUT, if I have to pay for that airbag, then forget it! Give me my truck and we'll call it done. I'll take my truck AND MY BUSINESS elsewhere!"
He tells me that he'll look into it and see what he can do and call me back.
Then I ask about the sales manager. I figured that since it was the sales manager I had called for, that I ought to get to speak to him. Apparently he's sitting across from the service manager for this call. I ask to speak to him.
I basically repeat everything I said to the service manager. I let him have it about how frustrated I am and how I just can't fathom the fact that they put this vehicle through all kinds of tests to make sure it was safe for the road and that I haven't even had the truck for 3 months and the airbag needs to be replaced. I exclaim how furious I am that the extended warranty I purchased since this vehicle was sold to me "as is" didn't cover something as critical as airbags. It's not as if the vehicle was in an accident...THEY JUST STOPPED BEING OK!
I repeated my comment about taking my truck elsewhere. I told him to figure out what he had to figure out, but that if I have to pay for the airbags then I'm done. I have absolutely had it and I would rather take my business elsewhere.
"Woah, wait a minute," he says, "You don't have to pay for the airbag. It's covered by your warranty."
I told him that's not what the person told me earlier. I told him he'd better get his story straight because I was specifically told that it was NOT covered and that I was going to have to pay an additional $300 to get it done.
He says he'll look into it and call me back.
Apparently, I finally got their attention.
I got a call less than 5 minutes later. The service manager called and simply said, "Your airbag is NOT covered under the warranty, but don't worry about it. We'll take care of it for you at no charge."
I thank him. I apologize for getting rude and explain that I'd just been pushed beyond my limits. He says he understands and can't blame me. He then says, "Well, I hope this doesn't ruin our chances of doing business together again in the future."
I told him, "To be perfectly honest with you, IT DOES! BUT because you're taking care of me now, MAYBE there's still a chance we'll do business again in the future.
So, there you have it. I had to blow up at them to get their attention. It's sad, really, because I hate being that way.
I got the phone call yesterday morning from the dealership. Apparently the passenger's side airbag needed to be replaced for some reason. They he told me that there IS a safety warranty, but it's only up to 60,000 miles. Which our truck is way past (just a little under 80,000). SOOOO, it is going to cost $265 to replace that airbag (no charge for labor) and $23 for freight and because airbags are considered hazmat, they wouldn't be able to get it there any sooner than next Monday.
NEXT MONDAY!!!
Uncool. Very very uncool.
I got off the phone and boiled for a bit. I called the dealership and asked to speak to the sales manager who was trying to help me get through all this. He was on the phone, so I didn't get to speak to him. I left a message to have him call me back.
A few minutes later, the service manager called me. He said "What can I do to make this right?"
I told him, "I'm not sure there is anything you can do at this point! I'm so sick and tired of this crap. You guys can't get my truck done, you keep charging me more money. I'm not saying you're doing anything dishonest but this is the stereotypical auto shop horror story!"
He then tells me that he's going to see what he can do to get me a discount on the airbag. This offers me little consolation.
"Discount?? You know what? I hesitate to say this because this is NOT how I am. I DO NOT believe it trying to get things out of people for free. I am NOT about shorting you money. BUT, if I have to pay for that airbag, then forget it! Give me my truck and we'll call it done. I'll take my truck AND MY BUSINESS elsewhere!"
He tells me that he'll look into it and see what he can do and call me back.
Then I ask about the sales manager. I figured that since it was the sales manager I had called for, that I ought to get to speak to him. Apparently he's sitting across from the service manager for this call. I ask to speak to him.
I basically repeat everything I said to the service manager. I let him have it about how frustrated I am and how I just can't fathom the fact that they put this vehicle through all kinds of tests to make sure it was safe for the road and that I haven't even had the truck for 3 months and the airbag needs to be replaced. I exclaim how furious I am that the extended warranty I purchased since this vehicle was sold to me "as is" didn't cover something as critical as airbags. It's not as if the vehicle was in an accident...THEY JUST STOPPED BEING OK!
I repeated my comment about taking my truck elsewhere. I told him to figure out what he had to figure out, but that if I have to pay for the airbags then I'm done. I have absolutely had it and I would rather take my business elsewhere.
"Woah, wait a minute," he says, "You don't have to pay for the airbag. It's covered by your warranty."
I told him that's not what the person told me earlier. I told him he'd better get his story straight because I was specifically told that it was NOT covered and that I was going to have to pay an additional $300 to get it done.
He says he'll look into it and call me back.
Apparently, I finally got their attention.
I got a call less than 5 minutes later. The service manager called and simply said, "Your airbag is NOT covered under the warranty, but don't worry about it. We'll take care of it for you at no charge."
I thank him. I apologize for getting rude and explain that I'd just been pushed beyond my limits. He says he understands and can't blame me. He then says, "Well, I hope this doesn't ruin our chances of doing business together again in the future."
I told him, "To be perfectly honest with you, IT DOES! BUT because you're taking care of me now, MAYBE there's still a chance we'll do business again in the future.
So, there you have it. I had to blow up at them to get their attention. It's sad, really, because I hate being that way.
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
So Frustrated...
...I really don't even want to post about it. But I'm going to because, well, I've come this far with the story, you may as well know the current status.
Still. No. Truck.
You read it right. In The Rock Chick's most recent blog post "Listen Up", Rock Chick talks about the incredible frustrations she is having with the people who won't listen to her when it comes to her daughters battle with an eating disorder and, as was recently diagnosed, bipolar disorder. While the issue with my truck is nowhere near the magnitude of what's going on in her life, there were two sentences in succession that, at this point in my truck story, I feel I can really relate to.
She said, "When I spoke calmly, my words were tossed aside by the supposed experts. If I yelled and screamed (because nobody seems to listen when one speaks in a calm tone), clearly I was the dominatrix of a mother trying to control every aspect about my daughter’s life."
Ok - so I can relate to it except the part about being a dominatrix of a mother...
They say (and for the most part I truly believe) that you can catch more flies with honey than vinegar. However, when I called (they did not call me!) the dealership this afternoon to find out the status on my truck, they told me that they found (surprise!) another problem. Apparently the thing they did to "clear the code" on the airbag system only cleared one code, it did not clear the other - so the light is still on.
First of all, when were they planning on telling me? Why did I have to call an hour before their service department closed in order to get this information when they had known for 3 hours already. Secondly WHY IS THIS SO FRIGGIN' HARD???
I understand that things don't go as expected; I understand that there are unforeseen issues that come up. I do. I really do. But they KEEP telling me that my truck will be ready "tomorrow" and it keeps getting put off and I keep having to probe to get that information. It's RIDICULOUS.
I have been very patient so far and very calm and very collected, but they are coming dangerously close from going from "not-so-happy" Dustin to "I'd-rather-jump-off-a-sky-scraper-and-get-my-eyelid-caught-on-a-rusty-nail-than-to-piss-him-off-again" Dustin. I admit, in the privacy of my own home, I probably do not exhibit the highest levels of patience, but when I am dealing with people out in the world, I try to be as patient as I can. But these people are wearing me very thin. I even reminded them that I have been very patient up to this point and that I am trying my best to remain patient, but that my patience is running out.
They've had my truck for a week and a half and they can't get it finished. I came real close to telling them just to forget the rest of it, to close the work order and give me my darn truck - that I would take my business elsewhere to get the rest of the work done and send them the bill.
*Sigh* I guess life happens sometimes. I guess I ought to feel fortunate that I can even afford to have a truck, or a roof over my head, or two dogs that are absolutely nuts. I ought to feel fortunate that I have a wife who loves me and a steady (although sometimes frustrating) job and food to eat every day. And I am thankful for all of these things. Thankful for these things and so much more...
...but this dealership is making my blood boil...
oh, and P.S. - Rock Chick, I will continue to keep you and your family in my prayers!
Still. No. Truck.
You read it right. In The Rock Chick's most recent blog post "Listen Up", Rock Chick talks about the incredible frustrations she is having with the people who won't listen to her when it comes to her daughters battle with an eating disorder and, as was recently diagnosed, bipolar disorder. While the issue with my truck is nowhere near the magnitude of what's going on in her life, there were two sentences in succession that, at this point in my truck story, I feel I can really relate to.
She said, "When I spoke calmly, my words were tossed aside by the supposed experts. If I yelled and screamed (because nobody seems to listen when one speaks in a calm tone), clearly I was the dominatrix of a mother trying to control every aspect about my daughter’s life."
Ok - so I can relate to it except the part about being a dominatrix of a mother...
They say (and for the most part I truly believe) that you can catch more flies with honey than vinegar. However, when I called (they did not call me!) the dealership this afternoon to find out the status on my truck, they told me that they found (surprise!) another problem. Apparently the thing they did to "clear the code" on the airbag system only cleared one code, it did not clear the other - so the light is still on.
First of all, when were they planning on telling me? Why did I have to call an hour before their service department closed in order to get this information when they had known for 3 hours already. Secondly WHY IS THIS SO FRIGGIN' HARD???
I understand that things don't go as expected; I understand that there are unforeseen issues that come up. I do. I really do. But they KEEP telling me that my truck will be ready "tomorrow" and it keeps getting put off and I keep having to probe to get that information. It's RIDICULOUS.
I have been very patient so far and very calm and very collected, but they are coming dangerously close from going from "not-so-happy" Dustin to "I'd-rather-jump-off-a-sky-scraper-and-get-my-eyelid-caught-on-a-rusty-nail-than-to-piss-him-off-again" Dustin. I admit, in the privacy of my own home, I probably do not exhibit the highest levels of patience, but when I am dealing with people out in the world, I try to be as patient as I can. But these people are wearing me very thin. I even reminded them that I have been very patient up to this point and that I am trying my best to remain patient, but that my patience is running out.
They've had my truck for a week and a half and they can't get it finished. I came real close to telling them just to forget the rest of it, to close the work order and give me my darn truck - that I would take my business elsewhere to get the rest of the work done and send them the bill.
*Sigh* I guess life happens sometimes. I guess I ought to feel fortunate that I can even afford to have a truck, or a roof over my head, or two dogs that are absolutely nuts. I ought to feel fortunate that I have a wife who loves me and a steady (although sometimes frustrating) job and food to eat every day. And I am thankful for all of these things. Thankful for these things and so much more...
...but this dealership is making my blood boil...
oh, and P.S. - Rock Chick, I will continue to keep you and your family in my prayers!
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
SURPRISE!
NO TRUCK!!!
*Sigh* well, I feel like being nice about it because the guy sounded so apologetic when I called for an update, but apparently getting the brakes fixed on our truck was so time consuming that they couldn't find time to finish the whole airbag light problem. According to the manager, the part for the airbag light thing came in, but not until later in the afternoon. They got whatever needed disassembling disassembled, but they're not quite ready to put it all back together yet. Perhaps they really just forgot how...
So, we will supposedly get the truck back tomorrow. I know they're doing me a favor by fixing my truck, but why do they have to forget that I'm doing them a favor by giving them my business? It's just so frustrating.
On a much less serious note:
I'm not sure how many of my readers are also readers of my wife's blog, but I know there's at least a couple of you out there. For those of you who are NOT my wife's readers, it might behoove you (did I really just use that word?) to check out her post about the 11 boxes of the same thing and get a laugh when she talks about her paranoia of clicking submit incorrectly. She said in her post:
"Pushing that submit button, you must understand, sends a jolt of panic up and down my spine and I click it as quickly and as lightly as I possibly can so as to not awake the multiple-click-submit-button-dragon, angering him and causing him to charge my credit card multiple times."
Well, we were talking about that post today. Of course, knowing my wife, I knew she was being silly and creative and funny. What I DIDN'T know was that she actually is a little paranoid about that submit button! The sites always say "CLICK SUBMIT ONLY ONCE" in big bold letters and it makes her nervous that she's going to do it wrong. She literally clicks it as quickly and as lightly as she possibly can to avoid being misinterpreted by the submit button!
I thought that was funny. So I said, "you seriously do that?"
As if to justify her neurosis, she goes on to say, "well, you have to be careful because what if you lose control of your finger..." I REALLY don't know what she said after that because I was lost in a fit of uncontrollable laughter! I could not stop laughing at the image of someone losing control of that blasted finger that clicks the mouse!
Crystal, I love you with all of my heart...but you need help! Especially if you are having problems with occasionally losing control of your fingers!
I admit there's a chance that you "had to be there" in order for that to be as funny as it really was...but what's worse is as I'm posting this, she's STILL trying to justify that you just never know...it COULD happen!
*Sigh* well, I feel like being nice about it because the guy sounded so apologetic when I called for an update, but apparently getting the brakes fixed on our truck was so time consuming that they couldn't find time to finish the whole airbag light problem. According to the manager, the part for the airbag light thing came in, but not until later in the afternoon. They got whatever needed disassembling disassembled, but they're not quite ready to put it all back together yet. Perhaps they really just forgot how...
So, we will supposedly get the truck back tomorrow. I know they're doing me a favor by fixing my truck, but why do they have to forget that I'm doing them a favor by giving them my business? It's just so frustrating.
On a much less serious note:
I'm not sure how many of my readers are also readers of my wife's blog, but I know there's at least a couple of you out there. For those of you who are NOT my wife's readers, it might behoove you (did I really just use that word?) to check out her post about the 11 boxes of the same thing and get a laugh when she talks about her paranoia of clicking submit incorrectly. She said in her post:
"Pushing that submit button, you must understand, sends a jolt of panic up and down my spine and I click it as quickly and as lightly as I possibly can so as to not awake the multiple-click-submit-button-dragon, angering him and causing him to charge my credit card multiple times."
Well, we were talking about that post today. Of course, knowing my wife, I knew she was being silly and creative and funny. What I DIDN'T know was that she actually is a little paranoid about that submit button! The sites always say "CLICK SUBMIT ONLY ONCE" in big bold letters and it makes her nervous that she's going to do it wrong. She literally clicks it as quickly and as lightly as she possibly can to avoid being misinterpreted by the submit button!
I thought that was funny. So I said, "you seriously do that?"
As if to justify her neurosis, she goes on to say, "well, you have to be careful because what if you lose control of your finger..." I REALLY don't know what she said after that because I was lost in a fit of uncontrollable laughter! I could not stop laughing at the image of someone losing control of that blasted finger that clicks the mouse!
Crystal, I love you with all of my heart...but you need help! Especially if you are having problems with occasionally losing control of your fingers!
I admit there's a chance that you "had to be there" in order for that to be as funny as it really was...but what's worse is as I'm posting this, she's STILL trying to justify that you just never know...it COULD happen!
Monday, September 29, 2008
Pink Jeep License Plate
That's the ONLY Google search that has resulted in a hit on my blog so far. As I told you before I went ahead and installed Google Analytics on my blog so that I could see what's going on with my blog and I was actually kind of impressed. Ok, so I'm not reaching the masses, but I really kinda thought that I was really only typing for me and like 2 readers. (One of those readers being my wife!)
So after a little waiting I finally saw that I had a Google search bring someone to my blog. What I had to say about that abomination of a Pink Jeep obviously wasn't what they were looking for because, according to Google Analytics, their average time on my site was 00:00.
I was just looking at the rest of the information and I am, I have to say, really astounded! So far, have had hits from 10 states within the US and 3 additional countries! I'm an INTERNATIONAL SUPERSTAR!!!
Ok...so maybe I'm not an international superstar, but I'm definitely getting more exposure than I thought!
I just have one question...WHO ARE YOU PEOPLE???
It's enough to turn a man paranoid to know so many people are looking in but so few are actually saying anything...it's like they're sneaking up on me...
So after a little waiting I finally saw that I had a Google search bring someone to my blog. What I had to say about that abomination of a Pink Jeep obviously wasn't what they were looking for because, according to Google Analytics, their average time on my site was 00:00.
I was just looking at the rest of the information and I am, I have to say, really astounded! So far, have had hits from 10 states within the US and 3 additional countries! I'm an INTERNATIONAL SUPERSTAR!!!
Ok...so maybe I'm not an international superstar, but I'm definitely getting more exposure than I thought!
I just have one question...WHO ARE YOU PEOPLE???
It's enough to turn a man paranoid to know so many people are looking in but so few are actually saying anything...it's like they're sneaking up on me...
Sunday, September 28, 2008
Dancing Monkeys - the explanation
I feel as though I owe it to my readers to explain my wife's comment on my "bloggy ideas" post about dancing monkeys.
In case you didn't get to see her response, she said, "I think you should blog about dancing monkeys. Because obviously, they are a driving force to your madness. And then blog about how awesome I am."
You see, I was on the phone with a good friend of mine the other day and I can't remember what spawned me saying this, but I said, "DANCE, MONKEY! DANCE!" I think we were talking about our respective difficult days at work or something and while he was telling me about his day I said it as if I were the organ grinder making his day so difficult.
Well, he let the comment go, but later on in the conversation he said something that made me say it again. Then he said something that indicated disappointment and I said, "CRY, MONKEY! CRY!" I guess I was in a weird mood, but then he said, "That sounds so familiar! Where did you get that?"
I said, "as far as I know, I made it up." Turns out - I didn't.
Ok, so maybe I DID come up with it all my own, because the Google searches I did for the phrase "dance monkey dance" came up with stuff I had never heard of. Over 37,000 hits for the exact phrase "dance monkey dance"!!! Looks like there's games, videos, all kinds of stuff. I could hardly believe it! I was so very disappointed. I was astonished. I was perplexed. I was driving my wife nuts with my absolute awe over the fact that "dance monkey dance" was such a widely used phrase on the internet.
Oh - and my wife is awesome! :-)
In case you didn't get to see her response, she said, "I think you should blog about dancing monkeys. Because obviously, they are a driving force to your madness. And then blog about how awesome I am."
You see, I was on the phone with a good friend of mine the other day and I can't remember what spawned me saying this, but I said, "DANCE, MONKEY! DANCE!" I think we were talking about our respective difficult days at work or something and while he was telling me about his day I said it as if I were the organ grinder making his day so difficult.
Well, he let the comment go, but later on in the conversation he said something that made me say it again. Then he said something that indicated disappointment and I said, "CRY, MONKEY! CRY!" I guess I was in a weird mood, but then he said, "That sounds so familiar! Where did you get that?"
I said, "as far as I know, I made it up." Turns out - I didn't.
Ok, so maybe I DID come up with it all my own, because the Google searches I did for the phrase "dance monkey dance" came up with stuff I had never heard of. Over 37,000 hits for the exact phrase "dance monkey dance"!!! Looks like there's games, videos, all kinds of stuff. I could hardly believe it! I was so very disappointed. I was astonished. I was perplexed. I was driving my wife nuts with my absolute awe over the fact that "dance monkey dance" was such a widely used phrase on the internet.
Oh - and my wife is awesome! :-)
Friday, May 23, 2008
Not A Fan...But...
When I say I am not a fan of the Indiana Jones movies, what I mean is I have never seen the Indiana Jones movies. Not sure why I haven't seen them, but I haven't. I think I have seen bits and pieces of "Raiders of the Lost Ark," but other than that, I haven't seen any of the movies. That is, however, until last night.
Now, I am absolutely just not an "opening night" movie-goer. Sure I like going to movies, but I don't like the big crowds. I don't like a packed theater. I don't like having to figure out where I'm going to sit due to few available seats. But when a friend of mine invited me to go see Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull, I decided "why not?" I hadn't been to a movie theater for a few years (not a theater frequent-flier either). I was afraid it was going to be a crowded event, but fortunately, the showing we went to was not bad at all.
I have to say, even though Harrison Ford is starting to look pretty old, it was still a good fit. In fact when we were leaving the theater, my friend said that the movie was "true to form." I also have to say that Shia LaBoeuf is really surprising me these days with his acting skills. I am not sure why I am so surprised by how well he portrays each role I see him in, but I am.
I won't go much into the story line as to avoid giving any spoilers or ruining it for anyone who might actually read my blog (I'm not sure either of you would really care...), but know that the story-line was good, the action was packed, there were a lot of subtle jokes that made me chuckle and several scenes which evoked a good hearty laugh. I don't think I have ever seen a high speed car-chase sword/gun fight with vine-swinging people and monkeys making their way to gigantic ant hills (both this hills AND the ants were huge!) before this movie.
As a parting note - I was slightly concerned that the movie might turn out to be "crap" but not without good cause. I was flipping through the channels this past weekend, and the Sci-Fi channel was running and Indiana Jones marathon. I couldn't resist snapping the picture when I saw the following:
I guess the Dish Network is limited to 35 characters on their channel guide for show titles...but why not check something like that before making it public??? They could have abbreviated somewhere else, I'm sure! Anyway, I was not really inclined to tune in to watch anything about a "Temple of Doo" and it made me question whether or not I'd be joining my friend in going to watch the newly released Indy movie.
But it was a good movie. If you're the type who likes action movies or Indiana Jones movies or whatever, go see it.
Now, I am absolutely just not an "opening night" movie-goer. Sure I like going to movies, but I don't like the big crowds. I don't like a packed theater. I don't like having to figure out where I'm going to sit due to few available seats. But when a friend of mine invited me to go see Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull, I decided "why not?" I hadn't been to a movie theater for a few years (not a theater frequent-flier either). I was afraid it was going to be a crowded event, but fortunately, the showing we went to was not bad at all.
I have to say, even though Harrison Ford is starting to look pretty old, it was still a good fit. In fact when we were leaving the theater, my friend said that the movie was "true to form." I also have to say that Shia LaBoeuf is really surprising me these days with his acting skills. I am not sure why I am so surprised by how well he portrays each role I see him in, but I am.
I won't go much into the story line as to avoid giving any spoilers or ruining it for anyone who might actually read my blog (I'm not sure either of you would really care...), but know that the story-line was good, the action was packed, there were a lot of subtle jokes that made me chuckle and several scenes which evoked a good hearty laugh. I don't think I have ever seen a high speed car-chase sword/gun fight with vine-swinging people and monkeys making their way to gigantic ant hills (both this hills AND the ants were huge!) before this movie.
As a parting note - I was slightly concerned that the movie might turn out to be "crap" but not without good cause. I was flipping through the channels this past weekend, and the Sci-Fi channel was running and Indiana Jones marathon. I couldn't resist snapping the picture when I saw the following:
I guess the Dish Network is limited to 35 characters on their channel guide for show titles...but why not check something like that before making it public??? They could have abbreviated somewhere else, I'm sure! Anyway, I was not really inclined to tune in to watch anything about a "Temple of Doo" and it made me question whether or not I'd be joining my friend in going to watch the newly released Indy movie.But it was a good movie. If you're the type who likes action movies or Indiana Jones movies or whatever, go see it.
Saturday, May 3, 2008
Get Out of My Way!
I have seen a lot of things that have made me wonder if I was daydreaming or if reality was somehow being spliced into an alternate, less believable reality by some rift in the space-time continuum. I had one such occasion just this week.
I was sitting at a traffic light...third in line in the left lane of a one way street. I have seen plenty of people who push the envelope and speed through an intersection only to go through after the lane I was in turned green. That pisses me off...a lot. If I have a green light, I should not be waiting for cross traffic to stop.
Anyway...there was a car that was not speeding through, but somehow (I think) didn't realize that the light had turned. It started through the intersection as the first car in the right lane of the street I was on started to go forward. The result - the driver of the car on my street slamming on his brakes and laying into the horn. The other car stopped abruptly, issued a polite "Oops, I'm sorry" honk...the driver smiled sheepishly and waved at the other driver as he backed into his proper position in his lane behind his red light.
The culprit? A SHERIFF!!! Holy FREAKIN' cow! It was a sheriff! Now I would imagine that MOST of the cops I've seen driving around here would have at least turned on their lights and sped through the intersection...as if to make it look like they were in a hurry to get somewhere and that's why they ran the light. (I have actually seen cops turn their lights on...run a red light and turn their lights off). This guy actually admitted that he was in the wrong and corrected his mistake! Not only that...but I had JUST witnessed someone blaring their horn at a cop and not getting some kind of weird reprimand!
I'm telling you, life doesn't make sense. I just don't think that's something I'll ever witness again. It took some guts for that driver to blast his horn at a cop...but you know what? Good for him! We shouldn't be afraid to stand up for ourselves when we are in the right.
After that...the hole in the space-time continuum sealed back up...
for a short while anyway...
I was sitting at a traffic light...third in line in the left lane of a one way street. I have seen plenty of people who push the envelope and speed through an intersection only to go through after the lane I was in turned green. That pisses me off...a lot. If I have a green light, I should not be waiting for cross traffic to stop.
Anyway...there was a car that was not speeding through, but somehow (I think) didn't realize that the light had turned. It started through the intersection as the first car in the right lane of the street I was on started to go forward. The result - the driver of the car on my street slamming on his brakes and laying into the horn. The other car stopped abruptly, issued a polite "Oops, I'm sorry" honk...the driver smiled sheepishly and waved at the other driver as he backed into his proper position in his lane behind his red light.
The culprit? A SHERIFF!!! Holy FREAKIN' cow! It was a sheriff! Now I would imagine that MOST of the cops I've seen driving around here would have at least turned on their lights and sped through the intersection...as if to make it look like they were in a hurry to get somewhere and that's why they ran the light. (I have actually seen cops turn their lights on...run a red light and turn their lights off). This guy actually admitted that he was in the wrong and corrected his mistake! Not only that...but I had JUST witnessed someone blaring their horn at a cop and not getting some kind of weird reprimand!
I'm telling you, life doesn't make sense. I just don't think that's something I'll ever witness again. It took some guts for that driver to blast his horn at a cop...but you know what? Good for him! We shouldn't be afraid to stand up for ourselves when we are in the right.
After that...the hole in the space-time continuum sealed back up...
for a short while anyway...
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