I have to go do something today that I really don’t want to do. Besides go to work, that is. I have to go attend a dog and pony show for some award bullshit, which means I have to wear a jacket (not a tie, though; I refuse to wear a tie – they’re sexist). They don’t even have the decency to hold it in the morning and then let me take the rest of the day off. Instead it’s at the end of the day, and I’ll wind up not getting home ’til damn near bedtime. And there’s not even any money involved (maybe a shitty pen or a coffee mug – because 5,423 coffee mugs aren’t enough, and I can always use another one to hold all the shitty pens I have – and some finger food, which I really don’t want; I’m not very food-motivated). When I worked at SU, I got some stupid ceramic sculpture thing that looks kinda like a dildo with one boob. Still trying to figure out what to do with that little gem.
I really should have followed my instincts and claimed a prior commitment, but it was rather strongly intimated to me that it wouldn’t be the smartest thing to do, career-wise. Not that my “career” has exactly been one smart move after (mostly, it’s been filled with “oh, I really want to do that for a living,” followed by “this sucks!”).
I really despise this sort of thing, and I wouldn’t bitch to you all about it, but I have nobody else to bitch to, because the people who know me best think I’m just being stupid and annoying (yet they are apparently unable to check their tires and add air if needed, let alone oil). Not that I’m ungrateful, mind you. I’ve just always hated drawing attention to myself (which is how I stayed out of trouble through school – I mostly got my friends in trouble, while going unnoticed myself).
Oh well, time to get going, I guess.
Congratulations on your award, pj! 🙂
The solution to unloved, breakable (ceramic) objects is to put them on a shelf that the cats like to perch on. Cats, who are in charge of testing gravity to make sure it is working properly, will eventually use your object. Then you can look crest fallen and without guilt, sweep it up and throw it out. :cat:
I tried that, but they kept finding a way out of the garbage bag.
Oh, I owe all my success to the little people, and to the Human Growth Hormone I began injecting into my butt back in ’99.
PJ, you need to try a higher shelf so that when the cat throws it off it will break. I have been very successful using this method. Mike and I used to take pottery class and many of our endeavors needed extinction without guilt. The cats were very obliging.
However, I have to confess that I have a wedding gift from my sister in law that is both ugly and ceramic. But, I just can’t bring myself to use the gravity method. I just place it behind a larger object so I don’t have to see it.
Congrats on your award. You must tell us what is is for.
Oh, you meant throw out the pottery. The award is for something very uninteresting and relatively useless. In other words, just for being myself.
Congatulaions on the award PJ. Of course it won’t matter much come Saturday with the lord Jehovah going on an ass kicking bender and all.
Hey Andy, nice to see ya. I figure on being raptured up with my collection of blow up dolls, but I’ll miss the rest of you. I’ll say hey to Jerry Falwell for ya.
PJ, I believe we would all like to give you an award for just being you.
Is this what you mean?
pj- Whatever useless thing you did to deserve your award you’ve done nothing more deserving of an award than than to build and host this “useless” treehouse :doh: :billcat: :yippee: :bow:
OK. The super hot woman I met Tuesday is not into me. I should have known. Kinda feel like shit though, but that’s how it goes. It kinda hit’s ya in the gut when you get rejected. Haven’t had that feeling for awhile. Hey well, at least I know for sure I haven’t turned gay.
When judgment day comes — which some US Christian fundamentalists insist will happen on Saturday — have you thought about what you’re going to do with the family dog and cat?
In 26 US states, you could have them rescued and adopted by enterprising atheists who have set up a business to care for the animal companions of any Christians who are selected to go to heaven when Jesus Christ comes back.
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The post-doomsday pet rescue service already has 259 clients, who have paid $135 for the first pet and $20 for each additional pet at the same address, to ensure the faithful animal companions are looked after and loved even when their Christian owners have gone to the other side
http://www.rawstory.com/rs/2011/05/18/atheists-offer-to-rescue-christians-pets-after-judgment-day/
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Hit’s… Funny. Im a fool
My little sister just got back from NOLA wiith a great story.
She was in some little club (DBA’s?) last week. Funky horn band goin’. There’s a drunken woman dancing out of control and she spills her drink on someone sitting down.
All of a sudden there’s security guys standing around……
Stevie Wonder
while the mess gets cleaned up.
Then the band leader announces Stevie’s in the house,
that it’s his birthday-
and he’s going to sing-
and he does
and plays the harmonica-
andthen the crowd sings Happy Birthday
everyone’s tweeting everybody, the club fills up
and then…., he’s gone.
Never leave NOLA without a great story. :banana:
and I was upset about missing Dr. John and Dave Bartholomew
Do you know that club? She said it was near Snug Harbor.
Was going to go to some other club but it was so damn hot and she ducked in here.
Yes. I’m pretty sure that I was in a music bidness showcase party there about 8 years ago. It is on the Snug Harbor side of town.