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I always stock up on the extra-fat water during double-coupon day.

They've been around since at least '93; I would say the reason for me knowing this fact, but I'd be opening myself up for a LiM joke so my defensive mechanism is kicking in for this post.

I was going to give you your birthday present, but it seems that you already beat me to it.

• So the better half dragged me along to some dinner that her soon-to-be boss had set up. In case I haven’t talked about this before, Mrs. kkk quit her job in June because she couldn’t take all the petty office bullshit that occurs in white-collar world. From June through this month she is baby-sitting her niece and nephew during the day and working at a local pizza shop, which I have mentioned before, at night. The reason she decided to quit was that another person she met through her now-former job was starting up a new study (Mrs. kkk has a Masters in Clinical Psychology) and said she would love to have her join the team. With the experiences I have had in regards to people telling me that a job offer is forthcoming (see yesterday’s entry as an example), pardon me if I’m a bit skeptical about promises like these. Well it looks all but certain the better half will be starting this job September 1. Yesterday her boss wanted to get her and the other staff member to get together and talk about the upcoming project. I was brought along, too, for what reason I don’t know. Her future boss seems OK. Mrs. kkk has told me for months that even though this lady has a Ph.D. she’s not as flighty as most people that accumulate multiple academic degrees tend to be. For the most part I have to agree with the better half, although once you get those fancy-sounding pieces of paper you will always have that with you, especially when you pour sugar on your penne, thinking the jar is filled with Parmesan cheese. My theory on people who spend more time trying to stay in academia instead of trying to get a job in the real world is that the more knowledge you acquire via textbooks written by people who can’t make a living outside of State U the more common sense you have to sacrifice. When I was in college, it was always amusing to see professors with BA’s, BS’s, MBA’s, Ph.D.’s, and everything else in-between stand there in silence when trying to figure out how to operate the classroom VCR. Most of the time the channel just needed to be switched over to “3” and you had to turn the “power” and “vcr/tv” buttons, but I guess you don’t learn these sort of things when you’re reading up on the cultural lifestyles of transsexual Asian-Americans during the 1950s, or some other equally obscure nice field of study. • I heard about this earlier today. Spooky.

Que? -= You sure about that one?

I didn't notice your house "sinking" until AoO's post, but yeah it does look a bit ... sunk. (It might be the way the photo was taken, but then again it might not be.) Did you get your property checked to see if you are on top of a former mine site?

It was such a great idea, I had to say it twice.

Well now that I’m in job search mode once again I feel like whipping out an old-school story of one of my previously unsuccessful employment-seeking endeavors (the best time to look for a new job is when you already have one; NEVER just up and quit your place of employment). I had moved to Ohio in August of 2000 and was sending out resumes left and right. I had thought with my previous experience and the fact that I was situated in-between two decent-sized cities – Dayton and Cincinnati – I would be able to get something related to the communications field. It was early October when I got an interview for a place called Modern Machine Shop Magazine regarding a newly created editorial-type job. I spent a day or two preparing myself for the interview and headed down there on Columbus Day. I had a number of unsuccessful interviews over the last month or two, but I was getting a great vibe from the guy I was talking to at this place. Not only was he easy-going in nature, but also he had no clue as to how anything worked at this place. I was thinking to myself that this job interview could be the one, and then I met these two bitches who were only a few years older than me and who I would be working with at this job. Any mojo I had before meeting these two was immediately vaporized. I could tell right off the bat these two didn’t want to be bothered with me, and words can’t describe how pissed off I was on the drive home. Over a month went by and I got a follow-up call from Modern Machine Shop Magazine asking if I could go to some shrink they contract to who gives pre-job screening assessments. It was odd that it would take them a month to proceed with this next step, but seeing how I was still unemployed I went ahead with this appointment. Once again, the hands of fate played a cruel trick on me. It turns out that this shrink’s mother had just been sent to the hospital for a serious condition (I think it was a stroke), and I could tell that this guy was in no mood to do his job, and who could blame him? However, that’s no reason to act like an asshole to your subject, which he was with me. Basically, he just asked me why would people hate me (oh, if he only knew), and I could tell he wasn’t listening to half the shit I was saying. This guy then gave me some hippie “test” where I had to check off, in terms of what I agreed with the more, sentences that read. “I like to work with people,” “I work with people I like,” “People like working with me,” “I like people who like working,” “Working people like me,” and so on. Once again, any hopes of getting a full-time job that involved the use of what I had spent four years learning in college was dismissed on my drive home. Another month and change went by when I got yet another call from Modern Machine Shop Magazine. It turns out these people were still interested in my services. This time I inquired about why there had been such lengthy delays during this job screening process. I was then informed that they had originally offered this job to someone else, and (surprise) the person they wanted to hire was a friend of those two bitches who didn’t want to give me the time of day during my initial interview visit. It turns out the chick they wanted to hire was playing them off of another company and eventually took the other place’s offer. Ironically, the organization she eventually took a job at was the same place who had asked me in an interview I had with them if I would have a problem working in an all-female department. I wonder if they would ask a Muslim or Jew if he or she would have a problem working in an all-Christian department? Better yet, I wonder if they would ask a minority if there will be any problems for them to work in an all-Caucasian division? But this is another story for another time. So here I was driving back to Modern Machine Shop, where I would meet with the company’s owner and the head editor, who I hadn’t met before. I had the interview of my life, and I knew I had impressed the owner, especially when I indirectly noted that I read the conservative/libertarian magazine National Review (which was intentional on my part because something he had said earlier tipped me off to his reading interests). So after all of this did I end up with the job? Of course not. According to the head editor, a few days after that interview the company ordered a hiring freeze, and I was S.O.L. Was this guy being honest? Who the fuck knows, and who the fuck cares. About a year or so later I was talking with this lady who personally knew some people who worked at this place and mentioned that they were having to lay off some people due to unexpected costs that came with a large loan they had received from a bank (this was also the reason I was given for the hiring freeze). So even if I had gotten this job, I probably would have been pink-slipped shortly thereafter anyway. So what’s the moral to this story? I don’t know. I was never a believer of fate, but events like what I described above have made me question my previous doubt of the phrase, “everything happens for a reason.” In addition, if you’re reading this entry and currently having difficulty trying to find a job that you want to put those four-plus years of higher education to good use, then take solace in knowing that you aren’t the only person who has experienced the problem of finding steady work related to your college degree. Believe me, I've got a bunch of these stories.

No. I'm just in my "looking for a better place that I will end up bitching about six months from now" mode.

*shines the Ripper signal* Now now, maybe he's talking about Jews and Asians. I'm pretty sure us whiteys could take them in a fight. And I'm not talking about Jews in Israel that have to serve in the military; I'm talking about the banker Jews over here. Then again, I doubt banker Jews would be living next to Rando. And a Ripper signal is a good idea. You can have that little circle in the "R" form in the shape of a bubbly derriere. But no "hip hop mix" of the Batman theme. Even I have to draw the line somewhere.

What if another female called you a cunt? Would you go as bat-shit over that, or is there some "sisterhood" thing that doesn't make the offense as serious as when a guy says it?

Except for the person who's vagina I'm penetrating. And why is it that females get their panties in a knot whenever the "c" word is used? I would think "twat" is the more offensive term, but I have never gotten bitched at for saying that particular word.

That's why I call the better half a "bitch." And I get all the pussy I want.

• I’m not a huge Rocky fan, but I have to call "bullshit" on this one. Perhaps if the statue featured a picture of Jesus in a jar of urine, or a painting of the Virgin Mary made in cow dung, these artsy fartsy types might deem the “prop” worthy of having a place at their hippie museum. I got a laugh in this article when some “expert” claimed this statue is not “art,” but rather a "prop." This "prop" is what many people probably associate with the Philly art museum, and I’m sure a case can be made that a lot of the crap inside this building, if put to a vote, by simpletons like me, wouldn’t get branded as “art,” either. • There are a lot of people out there that don’t like Paris Hilton, but I’ll defend my girl: she sure can bring the comedy, whether it is intentional or not. I’m sure some will say that she doesn’t deserve her fortune, but I disagree; she’s sure been able to milk her “talents” into quite a nice pile of cash, even without all those hotels she owns. • Here's kkk's tip of the day: never watch one of those Jason Bourne movies starring Matt Damon when you have a headache. Ugh.

I miss the classic bickering between anyone who was white and Rip.

Seems like a good deal; congrats again. If you plan on living there for a while, don't be in a rush to "fix" everything at once. I wish other people would heed this advice, especially those currently living with me.

Pretty horrible. Can you imagine working your whole life toward winning something, then doing it, but getting cheated out of celebrating it, or even feeling like you actually won it? Who's to say that guy wasn't cheating, too?

KKK’s Top 103 Posters Number 66: Y2Jerk I understand that Y2Jerk may not be the most popular poster around these parts. However, this sparring with Your Paragon of Virtue stems from a recent CE thread, which is located in a folder whose newer topics from the last year or so I have all but exiled myself from. But during the glory days of this particular folder, I had quite a fondness for Mr. Jerk. No, it wasn’t that I agreed with his leftist opinions, but rather because I found his epic multi-thread battles with MikeSC to be the stuff of CE legend. Whether they quarreled over whether or not Islam was a death cult, or when they goofed on each other’s line of work, one could rest assured that during spring of ’05 there would be a Y2Jerk/MikeSC clash of the day. So in the spirit of "Mike vs. Jerk is the CE folder equivalent of HHH vs. HBK," let me whip out a still-frame of their last epic battle before the TSM mods decided to finally ban Mike once and for all. And now a word or seven from the expert panel I have put together to comment on the people I’ve listed. From Black Lushus: From EricMM: From Bob Barron: From SFA Jack: From Carnival: From Cancer Marney: From Lovecraft: • Now I like a good “own3d” picture just as much as the next person, but one I recently saw in TSM’s “Post your favorite ‘Owned!’” thread has me scratching my head. It’s the one with the black guy playing Connect 4. As our negro friend gets his piece ready for the winning shot, which is where I'm assuming the "owning" is taking place, I noticed that it appears he has already won the game with four diagonal red discs in a row from the bottom right corner up.

I just found his Web site. Not impressed.

I remember acting like getting a Sega Genesis was the greatest thing in the world. Hell, I remmeber when an Atari 2600 was the shizzle.

Is that where the bodies are kept? How much did you pay for the house, and what are some of the features: the number of rooms/central air/etc.

Au revoir.

• Now it is time for the moment of truth. Over the past month I’ve been revealing my answers to that Political Compass thing. Now where exactly do I belong on this grid? Am I among the ranks of Hitler and Stalin, or, even worse, George W. Bush? Let’s see: Part I. Part II. Part III. Part IV. Part V. Part VI. Part VII. My score: Economic Left/Right: 1.63 Social Libertarian/Authoritarian: 0.82 And just who is the world figure I am closest to? Former President (or whatever the hell they’re called over there) Gerard Schroeder. The fuck? How the hell am I even close to thinking like this asshole? Oh well, if the Political Compass says I think like this guy then I guess they’re right. Hooray socialism and double-digit unemployment rates! • Too bad Texas Republicans have to keep Tom DeLay’s name on the November ballot. Perhaps if you people asked the New Jersey State Supreme Court to intervene on your behalf you might get somewhere. For those that don't know, back in '02 these red-diaper doper babies violated the law and let Democrats put a new candidate on the ballot, even though the deadline for doing such a thing had expired for this midterm election. Oh, wait, y’all Texans are Republicans. Nevermind. Woah, woah, woah. Back up a second. I just noticed the name of my last link source. Even though the word "twatrock" wasn't used in that linked article, can it be? • Well no fucking shit. Fatties are in more danger during a heat wave. Next thing I know you’ll tell me that the obese also face greater risks of heart disease and diabetes than skinny people. • Every now and then you come across a story that no matter what you do you can’t top the actual article itself. This is one of those instances. A lot of times when someone re-posts a story in its entirety on a message board one or two sentences/quotes/etc. are bolded for emphasis. If I were to do that for the story below, the whole article would be in bold-face.

No. I don't know who he is.

What world figure did the PC say you align your opinions with?