Agony of modern living

The greatest struggle that most any of us face daily is to keep our self-importance in check. I tend to believe that we live in an era where we are all about the Self. I think that this has blossomed to a point where there's no room left in our perceptions of anyone around us. This is measurable in how many people you can count daily chit-chatting away on their cell phones in one of the most communal of places, the highway.
Those people drive me crazy. The not paying attention, the slow and inattentive driving, and the total lack of respect for anyone else on the road.
I wonder sometimes, are these the same people though, who are in the bakery, standing in front of me, speaking very loudly to someone about matters most discreet? Likely.
Yes, this is definitely an age of wonder. Mostly, I wonder how a lot of people are able to wake up in the morning and put their shoes on. Those same people; how to they get through the day and manage to not get hit by a bus.
We have managed to make a life of convenience for everyone that wants it. Gadgets to find your car when you park it 50 feet away from getting your diapers for Little Timmy; alarms to tell you when to flatulate, and whole centers devoted to answering your ignorant questions at the press of a few buttons.

Dire times ahead when self-reliance is needed.

They May be hungry but..their spirits are full

 I doubt that any of us are hungry enough to have snail mucus. Sometimes, in this life, we think, okay that's the craziest thing I've hear, and then something else comes along.

True believers, yes. It is the apocalypse.

Hard to believe, and I'm certain even harder to swallow. But, there is a very old African religion which holds fast to the curative properties of snail mucus. Particularly, a snail that is known to carry the 'rat lungworm' parasite. This is a particularly nasty little parasite, which can kill you if it's left to run rampant throughout your mammalian bodies.

Yet, in the name of religion and to cure yourself, here, drink the juice from this giant snail.

But really, is this any different from any of the ritualistic dimension of other religions?

Yes, as a matter of fact,

Everyone is hungry

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Day 101: Food is getting more and more scarce

Things have definitely gotten crazy. The food system is  collapsing; We're lucky that some of the franchise restaurants are still operating, you have to love the global economy and some of it's foresight to make it possible to preserve an all beef patty, made up of the meat from a thousand of it's same kind. We were set for another month, and then we might not see a cheeseburger for who knows when.

There's still a ton of food available, but how long it's going to last I don't know.

 

Day 100 in the upside-down.

It's 100 days since this asteroid hit. HOLY Shit i WISH I was anywhere but in this. I'm amazed that the internet is even working, that this place is still even here. But, now the hours are all wrong, days and nights. I haven't been sleeping worth a shit. I'll try to post again, if the batteries still work in this thing. The wireless is all that is working.

Work

I have to say, my work. I'm no longer a fan of it.

I quit!

I've been tobacco-free for forty days now. No dipping, spitless tobacco, snuff, Snus, chew, chaw, or whatever else the hell you want to call it. I didn't use any sort of medication. I didn't take "That Pill" or the 'patches', nor did I chew 'The Gum." I actually have utilized a lot of willpower this time. Not to mention, "The Flu."

I caught that 'bug' that was going around before Thanksgiving 2009. It was a tough one to kick, down in my lungs, and pretty hard to breathe without coughing. And, as I lay there, on my death bed, I started thinking to myself how I'm probably responsible for part of the difficulty I was having in kicking the cold. So thus, that little glimmer of "I should quit smoking" arose in me. The night after Thanksgiving, I smoked the last cigarette that I had in the house, and haven't smoked another since.

With this tobacco thing currently kicked, for over a month now! I've started working on this other idea for me to quit, fast food cheeseburgers.

Yeah, I said that..."I want to quit fast food cheeseburgers." I didn't say, I'm quitting cheeseburgers. What I mean is this, I don't know where that meat came from in that delicious cheeseburger, or for that matter...how many cows are in that piece of meat!

I suppose to clarify, I watched a pretty amazing documentary the other day, "Food Inc." that re-introduces the viewer to the mass-production mechanization that is our modern food marvel. So, one realization I walked away from the film with was that in most every cheeseburger you get from any fast food restaurant will have fragments of beef from at least 1,000 different cattle.

Maybe it's just me, but I'd like to devour only one animal at a time.

I think there are surely more things left to quit.

The Smirker

Wherever there is obfuscation, confoundment, or confuzzalation, the Smirker will be there to add to the confusion.

Firefox fix for right click

I had this problem in the last several days when I did an update of CCcleaner. Somehow, the Yahoo Toolbar for firefox got installed, and I could no longer use the context menus in Firefox.

If you simply go in and uninstall the Yahoo Toolbar from the add-ons in Firefox, this will go away.

At least it did for me!

This facade of congeniality

How much longer can I go on before I drop this veil and just rip off the head of the next person that I speak with? My stomach is turning at the saccharine tone in my voice; I just don't know when it's going to happen, but sooner or later, I'm going to rip into one of these callers and spew their remote innards all over the inside of my imagination.

Cubicle Neighbors

I'm in a box. There are annoying people surrounding me. There are annoying people calling me.

I need a sledgehammer and a handgun.

This is bullshit.

I doubt that mankind was ever meant to sit still in a freaking box all day.

We're Doomed, I tell ya....doomed.

Having worked in IT long enough to realize that it sucks balls, I've evolved a couple of realizations about the whole of humanity as it currently stands. We are a bunch of lazy-asses. Why think for yourself when there's a handy toll-free number that you can call up and pose the dumbest questions that 5 seconds of logical thought on your own could give you the answers you're seeking.
But no, it's not the case...we're lazy. I'll just call this number, and let someone else do my thinking for me!

What a great concept!

Eventually, our society is going to be splintered into two groups. The intelligent people who can think for themselves, and then the hordes of lackadaisical slack-jaws with the barrage of helplessness.

I'm sure that this phenomena has pervaded almost ever strata of our society. So thusly, we're doomed.

How are you doing?

Let's face it, it is one of the most annoying questions in all of the English language. It's way overused, especially in IT, Customer Service, Sales, and other public related occupations. In a day, I quickly lose track of the mindless small talk that ensues as a result of being asked this pointless question. Do you 'really' want to know how I'm doing? Ask me again, I'll punch you in the face. I'm so utterly tired of hearing, "Hey! How are you!" That I could quite literally slit my own throat.
Why is it that our societal response to getting things done in this information rich-age is to kick off the request for action with 'How are you?" Is it polite? Is it congenial? No, it's neither, it's insidious, it's irritating, and it's incredibly inefficient.
As an IT worker, I'd much rather just be given the details of the request, leave me the sanctity of small talk for the girls at the grocery store, or some random person that I meet along the road. If you want me to fix your printer, for godsake, don't ask me how I'm doing because I'd much rather tell you how much I'd like to take your printer out in the parking lot and break it with a sledgehammer.

You bastards!

This is completely ridiculous! I was just writing a blog in this handy little Google gadget, and the page refreshed and all that post gone forever.

Yes, Kenny is dead.

Coughing excessively in public

Why is it that some people who are afflicted with a hacking cough, do nothing to silence it themselves?
All day, in the office, it's from about three cubes over. It's freaking echoing throughout the entire office.

I'm about to go buy the guy some cough drops, cough syrup, and a bottle of whiskey just to shut 'em up.

This is getting ridiculous.

Life in this hell

"Hello, can I help you?" I drone into the phone.

"Who is 'dis?"

"It's support, who's this?"

Dead air.

"Oh well."