Hey guys (the four of you)

I’m working on some things to make this site a better place for you, and more specifically, ME!

Check back soon, as I hope to have a full gutting, and all new dry wall up within a few days so I can flip this thing.

My good pal Mikey Hardhat is currently gutting out all of the old dry wall.

But don’t worry, nothing could possibly go wrong, I have Johnny Dogface doing all the work new installation of everything.

I’ll be much more worried about all of you, than you of me. So please, don’t worry about me, I’m Getting By:

This morning I realized that there are two very distinct types of men in the workplace, those that Stayers, and those Face Show’ers.

These two distinct types of man couldn’t be more different from one another.

Stayers, are those that keep their faces hidden in the bathroom stall until no one else is left in the bathroom after TCB, then they make their fast and quiet exit.

Face Show’ers, have absolutely zero shame in showing their faces let alone talking to a bathroom full of men, despite that it reaks of ass, and no matter how many men walked into the bathroom saying aloud, “Oh, dear lord” while quickly covering their mouths and noses, Face Show’ers will keep talking.

Face Show’ers would play a game of checkers with someone underneath the stall door while pumping out a bucket of buffalo chicken wings for 15 minutes without giving a second thought to it.

I myself am a Stayer. Maybe it’s that I don’t have 20 years under my belt of working and TCB in the office, or maybe, deep down I secretly have some sort of hidden unknown shame that is waiting to rise to the surface one day involving my need to do those things while getting paid to do it at work, or maybe, I just don’t want to place faces to poo scents too much – who knows for sure why.

Don’t get me wrong, if I have a meeting that needs my attendence I am out the door quickly, face down, no eye contact, thorough wash, and walk n’ dry of my hands. In no way would I ever allow myself get stuck in a small talk conversation post TCB.

Face Show’ers are just such different people, with such different mindsets, that I am constantly blown away by the fact that they can rush in to the stall, TCB – loudly and with much gas, frantically wipe, flush, and meet me at the sink in the same amount of time that I do half of a pee.

I honestly don’t think that I could be friendly with Face Show’ers outside of work – throw in the non hand washers too, and I really just really don’t find my thoughts on being friendly to these types of folk as being a bad thing.

What kind of man are you?

Today I returned from my lunch break and found that the gigantic corporation that I work for has destroyed the little ray of sunshine that got me through boring days at work. They have forever blocked blogger from all desktops.

Working blows really badly, and with teeth.

PiercingMetal.com recommended this band the 69 Eyes to me, and this song it making sense to me with regards to my current workplace showing its flex and taking away my fun.

Enjoy.

DISAPPOINTMENT!!!

There are only nine “final episodes” to be shown, and they have dragged out this show entirely too long already. Not only that, but David Chase and crew have already blown one of the final nine shows.

I sat down with the hopes of some good gruesome whacks to take place, and while there was one good whack, there should have been at least one main character whacked out of the blue to blow everyones mind – a Paulie Wallnuts or someone along those lines. Nothing like that happened.

Instead we had to sit through way too much Janice blah blah blah that never goes anywhere, and go on and on and on with her always appearing to tell so much about Tony’s past that we don’t care or want to hear about, and junk that the show never delves back into to make sense of anything, along with way too much Tony just sitting around by the lake thinking without even an internal dialogue to pass the time.

Each time they cut to the lake I was hoping that teams of navy seals in scuba attire would jump up out of the water and begin shooting everything and everyone to shards. Killing everyone would have been a good WTF are they gonna do now with the show twist.

Instead of people getting killed off the show, or getting to watch the shows characters develop from a one dimensional blah, into a multi-dimensional WOW, this season premiere was just another lame dream sequence / Johnny cakes / nothing much further developed into any of the storylines other than Christopher is on the outs with Tony, and that was a three second clip.

For such a “great show” that the Sopranos are considered to be, if you go back and watch them all, you will realize that the show went off into way too many tangents without ever wrapping those tangents off, or explaining what the heck happened to 99% of them.

You’ll also find that most of the time you’re just sitting around waiting for something to develop, and instead finding that you’ve been ripped off again and again without a true storyline, or even a good whack, leaving you with having wasted your time.

David Chase, if I wanted a long drawn out soap opera type show that rarely develops a storyline to watch, I would be TiVo’ing Days Of Our Lives.

Chase, get your act together, please.

First and foremost, I’m hoping that you’ve had a great Passover, and hope that you will partake in a great Easter dinner.

On a professional level, I’m very happy to report that we have had tremendous success over the past week, only part of which was our direct involvement in the freeing of the British sailors held captive in Iran. Let’s not lose this chance to build on our really great working success that we have together.

If we continue along this path, I’m sure that the two of our countries will one day rule the world together. You like?*

Anyways, sorry to cut it short, so in place of my writing a more extensive post, I give you the longest Weezer song around – Only In Dreams – be sure to watch the entire thing. This is a rehearsal of the song, it’s great, and available on the Blue Album.

*I just couldn’t help myself in writing a Borat line there.