One bourbon, one scotch, and one mav

Michelin has invented something that they call the Tweel. It’s not quite the smartwheels from Snow Crash but it’s really damn interesting nonetheless.

No matter what, I can’t seem to shake the feeling that my decision to migrate from my previous job to my present job was anything but a colossal mistake. I’m not even sure why, because when I was actually working at my last job, I had a whole laundry list of reasons I was pissed off about it. Now, I want to go back. Is it the “grass is always greener” syndrome or is it genuine?

Part of me wants to go back to the responsibility and immense, unforgiving hours. Part of me wants to stay and work for the Great Blue E knowing that I will have a nice, solid schedule with no major surprises and holidays off.

Hell, I don’t even know if my old job still exists anymore. I’m just dreaming again. Dreaming about a job that doesn’t make me want to come home and hang myself with some single-mode fiber. Oh well, I don’t suppose that job really exists.

… when the idiot motherfuckers who would go so low as to declare that Spongebob is encouraging gay behavior say things like this:

“If you are a person who accepts the homosexual lifestyle, then you are tolerant. If you don’t, then you are a bigot who is motivated by ignorance and hate.” — Courtesy of the head of the American Family Association, Don Wildmon.

BING BING BING! WE HAVE A WINNER! Finally, the message has been point-on communicated to the Christian Right. Not like any of them will listen to it, but hey, a guy can dream.

My life as a sci-fi nerd was seemingly incomplete, so I’ve been watching Farscape (from the beginning.) I’m up to the middle of season 2, and it’s starting to get interesting. As such, I’d like to share some observations.

In many ways, the show feels like a re-envisioning of Star Trek: TOS. Except with money. Instead of having ridiculously shitty sets and 90 different kinds of ‘aliens’ who all conveniently look like us, they have real sets, real effects, real aliens. However, a lot of the stories feel the same: crew touches down on planet, crew shanghaied by evil leader, crew comes up with plan, crew escapes. All that said, it’s 950x better than Voyager ever was.
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Tomorrow morning begins my stint in transition queue at Dell. I can already feel all the shit I’ve been taught seeping out of my brain. I’m not sure if I’ll know how to transfer somebody to the right place, let alone actually fix a problem.

My right hand hurts like a motherfucker. I hope I can do this.

Oh well, I guess if the worst happens I’ll end up back where I started.

It’s the one with Bad Motherfucker on it.

Yet another MWSF has come and gone and I didn’t get to go. And I’m really pissed about this one, because unlike so many in the past, this was about kicking the status quo’s ass. No, that’s not exactly right. It was more like about bending the status quo over a desk and fucking it mercilessly.

Listen, it’s like this: there are two ways to really impress. Create something entirely new, that nobody ever really thought of. Or, create something that everybody thought of before, but do it so goddamn well that everybody is just sitting around shell-shocked because your mousetrap was, in fact, so much better than the idea that had been passed down for a long time that it was utterly stunning.

That’s the kind of event that I mist in this year’s MWSF.
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Clerks, as if it was written by the editors of BoingBoing.