One Bad Random
Thursday, January 26, 2006
I'm moving this blog to another domain: Running as Root. This is slightly different from my clean blog. Each has a separate feed to avoid accidentally scarring someone for life. All new posts will occur at that site.
Tuesday, December 27, 2005
Almost an Exciting Story
As you should probably be able to guess from the title, this is almost an exciting story. Lisa and I went to her family's for Christmas. One of her uncles on her mom's side has his own used car dealership. He typically buys cars from police auctions, cleans them up a bit, and resells them for a profit. He also has his own little financing setup to provide auto loans to people. Inevitably, someone can't pay and the car has to be repossessed. A different uncle, also on her mom's side, has been repo'ing cars for the original uncle.

Christmas night we headed over to the repo-man's house to drop off some papers the other uncle had asked us to deliver. Her uncle said he was going to repo a car that night and asked if we would mind giving him a ride to the lady's house and waiting in our car until we confirmed he had gotten the repo'ed car running. Are you asking me if I want to go repo someone's car on Christmas? Oh, hell yes. He briefly mentioned that we could get a police assisted repo if we would feel more comfortable. Lisa assured him we wouldn't need to get the cops involved. I, of course, agree. What kind of chickenshits would that make us?

We got near her house and dropped to drive by speed. Unfortunately there was no car in the driveway. While I'm running the spectrum of emotions (relieved not to get shot at, disappointed at the lost opportunity for adventure, another form of relief at not having to take someone's car on Christmas) the uncle said we could run by the lady's job--McDonald's. Ok. So now we're headed to McDonald's on Christmas night to see if some poor woman had to go in to work and get popped in the face with fry grease for $0.25 over minimum wage (did I mention it's Christmas?) so we can take her one means of transportation. She'll then incorrectly conclude that the car has been stolen, call the sheriff, and be told that it has in fact been repossessed--happy Christmahannukwanzica. She'll then have to walk home 4 miles, uphill, in the unforgiving Texas winter with nothing but a McRib stuffed down her pants to keep her warm--which she'll have to eat when she gets home.

Luckily, even McDonald's is closed on Christmas. But wait! The uncle suggests we drive by the town's only theater (which is open) to see if she is watching a movie (that costs her 2 hours wages, 4 if she buys a soda) so we can swipe her car there. At this point I don't know what to hope for. Can't I just follow the lady later and break her thumbs or something? But again, mercifully, she is not at the movies. That part of the night ends with us dropping the uncle back off at his house. Almost exciting. Maybe next time.
Friday, December 23, 2005
Brilliant Cake
Lisa forwarded me this entry of a guy that gets an unusual birthday cake made for their mother. You'll have to scroll down to see the picture, but the entry is worth reading.
Thursday, December 22, 2005
Another Potato Head
If you know me, you know I've got a couple of Mr. Potato Heads. Well, there's another nice Star Wars themed toy on the market. That's right, the Spud Trooper is available, complete with a little potato masher instead of a blaster. Does it get any more brilliant?
Wednesday, December 21, 2005
Entertaining Blog
Here's a the blog of a contractor in the IT industry that I mentioned to a few of my co-workers at lunch today. In particular, I liked the bath tub and the candy entry in particular. It's refreshing to get a different perspective on things.
Thursday, December 15, 2005
Toys for Tots, Indeed
There I am, minding my own business in the company kitchen when suddenly I see this year's "Toys for Tots" promotional poster hanging right there in plain sight on the refrigerator. Exhibit A:

What's wrong with that, you ask? Well take a closer look at the photo I snapped:


That's right, that's baby Hitler and his jack-booted hound dog riding up on his rocking horse ready to lasso his racist ass a veritable plethora of toys possibly including Dora the Explorer, Bratz, or even Teddy Ruxpin (he's making a comeback). Those cold, hate-filled shark eyes on baby Hitler completely ruined my day.
Tuesday, November 22, 2005
New Slang
I'm sure someone has already come up with it independently, but I just came up with some new slang--jams my caps lock. As in, something that gets you angry or causes you to overreact. As you can probably already guess, it comes from people in IM or chat that have their caps lock on all the time. It "feels" like they're shouting. For example, "You know what really jams my caps lock? Those fucking Swedes and their chocolate houses."

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