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Is Mrs. kkk vengeful enough to torpedo the whole operation during her remaining time there and leave a giant mess for the stupid bitch to clean up, or am I the only one that thinks about doing that whenever they finally fire me from this place?

I trust this second shooter has stored this video tape in one of those frozen draft lottery envelopes for safe keeping.

For anyone who thinks that college professors are not liberally biased, I present this evidence to the contrary: Am I surprised? No. Do I really care about this? No. There is liberal bias in the press every day; what does it matter if there are liberal professors in college classrooms, right? Speaking from personal experience though, I graduated from a Texas college and I don't recall a great deal of liberal bias in any of my classes. Then again, I was an accounting major and wasn't required to take very many courses that could be politcally slanted. Although the prof of my graduate-level international management course had a crazy, almost personal obsession with Augusto Pinochet. The most political prof I ever ran across was in, strangely enough, political science. That guy made it clear from day one that he was liberal and never made any bones about touting such views. You'd think that could make lots of folks unhappy, but, surprisingly, the women in the class were the ones most appalled by him. The most entertaining day of the entire semester was when he pissed them all off by saying that women should lose their right to vote because we elected great guys like Washington, Jefferson, and Lincoln before they could vote and guys like Nixon, Reagan, and Bush 41 since they got the right to vote. Highest of high comedy that day... ---------------------------- So where has "Notes From Cubicle 211-A" been the past two and a half months? Busy. Thanks to our company reorg, I've been reassigned to our Project Accounting division and my new duties have left me with precious little time for TSM, the no-longer-green board (WTF happened there??), and porno. It's a real bummer. Hopefully though, all this real world shit has finally eased up and I can get back to my normal daily routine of pretending to work. Ah, wedded bliss: We did some furniture shopping over the weekend. sfaJill's been having some trouble sleeping and has decided that it's my fault because my tendency to toss and turn several times during the night disrupts her. And of course, to her, the obvious, not-expensive-at-all solution is to buy a new, king sized bed. After most of Saturday shopping, we found exactly one that we she liked. The price for the just the king bed though is $2,200 so it's back to the drawing board. Also while we were out, we stopped into JC Penney so I could pick up some new slacks for the office. While sfaJill was waiting outside the dressing room for me, this little boy (who couldn't have been more than 2) who was waiting nearby with his mother, started talking to her. sfaJill loves kids so of course she was eating this up. So when I come out to model the new slacks for sfaJill, the little boy moves behind me and is now standing between me and the dressing room door. I turn to walk back in, and this exchange happens: Boy's Mom: "Jared, please come here and get out of his way." Me: "Oh, he's fine. I've got a dog at home that is always in the way, too." I didn't think much of it. In the truck a bit later though, sfaJill, who had been sitting in silence most of the way, suddenly said, "You know, you really embarrassed me back there." "What are you talking about?" "With that little boy. You compared him to a dog right in front of his mom." "What? You're embarrased by THAT? It was a harmless comment." "You called him a dog in front of his mom. I don't think she liked that." "Did she say anything about it?" "No." "Then how do you know it offended her?" "Well, it embarrassed ME, so I would think it bothered her, too." "Oh. Um...I'm sorry? I guess my 'filter' broke again." "You should really get that thing fixed or replaced or something." I thought about sarcastically asking her to put it on the honey-do list, but decided it was best not to risk pissing her off and ruining the rest of the furniture shopping fun.

The most interesting English professor I had was this crazy old man who often insisted that there was some level of sexual perversion in damn near every piece of literature we discussed. Listening to that far-fetched shit was unbearable after a while. I don't know if that's worse than having a hippie teacher or not.

What's amazing to me is that the Bears have had nearly 30 draft picks over the last three years and have not taken a QB with any of them.

More woes for Roger Clemens... Oh no!

The brother of a guy I know has his 3 year old daughter taking tennis lessons. You should not be surprised at how idiotic parents can be when it comes to their kids.

It sure hasn't taken long for Astro fans to want Jose Valverde drawn and quartered.

NFL Europe failed for a reason. Aside from all the scheduling problems Kinetic mentioned, the most ridiculous thing about the NFL playing overseas is that barely anybody outside of the U.S. really gives a shit about football and, likely, never will. It's going to be, at best, a niche sport or a novelty attraction, very far from being on par with soccer or rugby or any other native game that they play over there. So while there might be a small market for the NFL overseas, I don't see how the dollars involved would ever be enough to justify the scheduling and logistical headaches and all the costs associated with playing 4 or more games a year overseas.

I was in line behind Robert Arnold, a local TV reporter, in a Wal-Mart photo lab one day. I had no idea who he was but noticed that he was holding a photo of himself holding an Emmy award so I asked him what that was about. He proceeded to give me the whole story about who he was and what he won it for, as if it was the greatest achievement in the history of achievements. Also, back in 2002, my wife worked as a waitress at the Crowne Plaza Hotel downtown. At this particular time, her car wasn't running so I had to pick her up each night. Anyway, while waiting around at the bar for her shift to end late one night, I noticed a couple of guys that looked a lot like Jim Edmonds and Tino Martinez get up from one of her tables and walk out of the restaurant. When I asked her about it later, all my wife could say was, "Yeah, I think Tiffany (her boss) said we had a baseball team staying at the hotel this week." They left her a $20 tip for a couple of drinks and an appetizer.

Cubs -- 2003 NLCS, Game 6, obviously. Not the Bartman play though. Two batters later, Alex Gonzales drops a double play ball that would have gotten them out of the winning and (very likely) into the Series. When he dropped that ball, I knew there was no way they were winning that game or the next night. Just terrible. Cowboys -- This year's playoff loss to the Giants. Easily the most disappointing sporting event I've ever been to because 1) they were definitely the better team and 2) they were dominating the Giants until that last minute drive before halftime. Once NY tied the game, it totally killed the crowd and you could just feel the Cowboys tighten up and play scared football.

Carr won't be in the league next year.

You know, people that don't clean the office microwave after they leave a huge mess all over the inside should really just fuck off and die. What the fuck is this place? Junior high?

The Astros won arbitration against Jose Valverde. He'll get $4.7 million; he asked for $6.2 mil.

So Phase II of George W.'s plan to kill all the black people in New Orleans has kicked in. Link I love this line: Well, no shit. They're temporary trailers for a reason. The question of why these people are still living in these temporary trailers when they've had almost two and a half years to find a more permanent residence is one I'd love to have answered. I'm afraid to ask it though because doing so would probably only get me called a racist. ---------------------- It's Valentine's Flower and Greeting Card Day! I ordered a dozen roses for sfaJill (but no card--gotta draw the line somewhere) because I'm an idiot who enjoys spending $80 on flowers that will be dead by Sunday. She tried to trick me by saying the other day that it would be OK if I didn't get her anything. Yeah, right. I might be a naive new husband who hasn't caught on to all the tricks of married life...but I know better than that! Bitch better put out tonight though.

He sure looked good in getting the Cubs to bounce into all those double plays in Game 3 last fall though.

In my inbox this morning, this little piece of spam (with today's date stamped on it no less) made its way past the filters: From: JEFF TALLOW Subject: NOBODY CAN STOP BRADY & MOSS!!!!!!!!!!!! The entire body of the message was: "The Patriots rule." That's it. No penis enlargement ads...no phishing links...no offers to give me 10% of a secret Nigerian fortune--just "The Patriots rule." Oddest piece of spam I've seen in a while... --------------------- For those that argue that weed has no harmful long-term effects, I present evidence to the contrary: Link --------------------- Yesterday was my boss's birthday. To mark this glorious occasion each year, the whole group goes out to lunch at whatever local eatery she picks. Normally, I don't go on such group outings because 1) I don't really enjoy the company of most of my co-workers and 2) paying nearly $10 for lunch isn't fun but since this is the boss and I'll only be working for her for a couple more weeks I figured what the hell and went. Big mistake. What was supposed to be a group of 10 turned into a group of 15 thanks to a couple of the dunce caps in the group inviting extra people. The problem? The table that had been reserved was for 10, which led to all of us getting a little too close for comfort. Throw in the fact that the bun on my chicken sandwich was hard as a rock and the ice tea tasted like it was made with the dish water and you have the recipe for a fun outing. At least I was able to escape the crowd after a bit and waste a few minutes playing the Ms. Pac Man machine that I saw on my way in through the door. And it was only 25 cents a play. I haven't seen a 25 cent machine in probably 5 years.

- So the Giants won the Super Bowl. Whatever. I didn't even turn the game on until halfway through the 3rd quarter, but I guess I saw the most important parts of the game. What a spectacular 4th quarter. If you'd offered me a $1,000 bet that ELI MANNING of all people would lead his team 83 yards in just over 2 minutes to win the Super Bowl, well, you'd have $1,000 of my money because I'd have taken that bet. As for the result of the game, well, it sucks...and yet it doesn't. As a Cowboys fan, I fucking hate the Giants. Plus, I wanted to see the Patriots go 19-0 just because 19-0 is really fucking impressive and will probably never happen again in my lifetime, if ever. On the other hand, neither Randy Moss nor Junior Seau will be getting Super Bowl rings. So I'm torn. Pitchers and catchers report in a couple of weeks. That's all that matters at this point. - Tax cuts my ass. After doing a quick estimate of our income taxes this past year, it appears that getting married did nothing for me except reduce the amount of my refund by a little more than half. Of course, total income reported is more than double what it was last year, but still? - sfaJill is pissed off. We turned in our wedding album to the photographer in September and still have not received the final copy of it despite it being promised to us "no later than January 10." She just called to say that she is on her way over there right now to (presumably) beat the hell out of someone. I told her I'll stop by the bank on my way home to pick up her bail money. She laughed. - After FOUR MONTHS of discussion, my company's latest "reorganization" has finally been completed. I've been here just over six years and this is the SIXTH official "reorganization" during that time. It's mindboggling. Anyway, this one has actually affected me because I am being pulled out of my little corporate accounting black hole and switched over to our projects group, which is a total change in job responsibilities--and exactly what I needed. What's ironic is that the day this was announced was the very same day that I spent some of my time in the early morning browsing the job listings in the paper for the first time in three years. - sfaJill and I signed up with 24 Hour Fitness over the weekend. I don't want to pay $50 a month for this, but since our gym here at work closed and we have no room in the house for workout equipment it is the best option (especially since I hate jogging and will do damn near anything to avoid it). Our first workout is tonight. Should be fun.

I'm not a tax accountant so the only thing I can figure is that since the taxable income is more than twice what it was last year we fall into that dreaded "middle class trap" or whatever you call it where you get screwed no matter what. Damn that George Bush. Maybe it'd help if we adopt six African orphans this year. Or claim the puppy and the cat as dependents. I've probably been here too long but since 1) my boss generally leaves me alone and just lets me do my work, 2) they keep giving me good raises and/or promotions each year, and 3) I get to work my preferred schedule (6A-4P, with minimal overtime/weekends) in addition to getting every other Friday off, I'm pretty much content. Bored with the work a lot of the time...but content. I've felt motivated to browse the want ads recently because there are certain lazy/incompetent people I'm tired of dealing with and management has made some weird decisions in the past few months that I don't think are necessarily in the company's best interest. But since this "new" job will put me away from the people I'm tired of dealing with all the time and is a near-complete change of job responsibilities, I figure I'll stick it out for a while. Plus, I figure that there will be lazy/incompetent people and questionable management at whatever other place I might go to.

The entire Chan Gailey/Dave Campo eras, beginning with the home playoff loss to the fucking Arizona Cardinals. As for the Cubs, well, there's no real need to explain. 2003 was easily the worst though--the highest of highs after Game 4 of the NLCS to the lowest of lows after Game 7 four days later.

Damn that sucks. You and your better half have my sympathy.

Yeah, but the contenders didn't talk much. Plus there were more actual events in each hour.

Wow, even the video Oilers choke leads in playoff games!

So it looks like Kucinich is out of the Presidential race. And I was so sure that this was his year, too... On a related note, during an endless, boring day of "online training" at work last week, I was scanning TSM and noticed a thread called "A Presidential Quiz" on the main forum page under 'last post info' in the CE folder. Thinking this would be a fun little way to test my knowledge of our Chief Executives and/or kill some time, I stepped into the abyss and clicked the link. What did I find? This page, which isn't really a "Presidential quiz" at all. The results of said quiz and the guy (and I say "guy" because Hillary has no chance) who should get my vote for President this year? That's fitting--that result is pretty much a perfect summary of how I feel about the Republican field this year. Incidentally, my "top Dem" was Obama. Of course, when the alternative is Edwards, Hillary, Kucinich, etc., well, that's not really saying much. ------------------------------ So kkk was forced to get out and about amongst the flying public last week. Reading his entry caused me to reflect on some of my recent air travel experiences. Allow me to reminisce for a moment... Christmas Day 2007: On our flight home from Kansas City, sfaJill and I witness a guy a few rows in front of us have a mini-meltdown because his GIANT WINTER COAT wouldn't fit in the overhead bin and the flight attendant told him he would have to either check it or hold it in his lap. April 2007: Moments before our honeymoon flight to Orlando was supposed to take off, we were told that there would be a "slight delay" because some light came on in the cockpit and maintenance had to come check it out. Two hours later, we're still sitting there. And this is after being told that it was not a safety issue and that the problem could be fixed upon landing in Orlando but "someone downtown" wanted to fix it now. So...yea. By the time it was fixed, the later 7:30 flight to Orlando had arrived just prior to our 4:00 flight... August 2007: On our way to Boston, I am the fortunate winner of the "have a screaming 3-year-old sit in his mom's lap in the seat behind you" sweepstakes. That little bastard was relentless. Three solid hours of whining and crying, all the while his mom just sat there saying "Shhhh!" When we were over Tennessee, I couldn't take it anymore and resorted to the childish act of putting my seat back just to make their flight a little more cramped. Not one of my better moments, I'll admit... August 2006: Another friend and I are going to Chicago for the weekend. The plane is taxiing down the runway when it suddenly comes to a complete stop. Pilot comes on and says that there is some "congestion" on the runway and that we are 33rd in line to take off, so it will be a while. What he didn't mention was that it would be an hour and a half and that they would be shutting the engines off while we waited. On an August afternoon. In Houston. Hot times in Texas! January 2007: I was in Amsterdam waiting to catch my connecting flight to Cairo that was supposed to depart at 8:45 p.m. The weather outside was horrible; winds are blowing ridiculously hard and it's about 35 degrees. I'm tired--I'd arrived from Houston at 7:30 local time that morning and had only slept three hours since waking up in Houston the day before (I can't sleep on planes). 8:45 passes with no call for us to even board the plane. Another hour...then another. All of this time in the terminal is made worse by the fact that all the restaurants/shops closed around 9:30 so I couldn't even walk around and look at anything. Finally, just before midnight we are ready to go. Wrong. We had barely pulled away from the gate when the pilot announces that we've got a flat tire and can't take off with that. It will be "10 minutes" to fix it. Five minutes later, he comes back on and says that there's actually two flat tires and it will be more like "one hour" before we are ready to go. Finally, just past 1 in the morning, we depart--a few minutes after we were already supposed to have arrived in Cairo. I was uncomfortable, tired and very annoyed to say the least (how could no one notice TWO flat tires when they're doing all their loading/inspections of the planes in preparation for our flight??). Even the hot Dutch girl in the seat next to me wasn't enough to distract me and boost my spirits. I felt bad for the driver waiting to pick me up in Cairo though--he had to wait an extra five hours for me.