While waiting outside my Business Law classroom, I noticed this sign advertising companies recruiting interns from the B-school at UWM. Both Kohl’s and Bon-Ton are featured on the display.
Wouldn’t that be “funny” if I got a job at Bon-Ton as an intern? Ha ha ha ha… ha ha. Ehhh.
Although I doubt they are recruiting 40-year-old male Accounting Master’s students. My experience tells me they recruit exclusively from the College of Hot Girls.
Three years ago today (January 29, 2006), I had my last live sound mixing gig at Northwest Baptist Church (the one in Milwaukee, Wisconsin). People ask me how I remember these dates–well, I was going through a bit of a difficult time back then (a separation, among other things), so events from that era seem to be burned into my brain.
For eight years I had “done sound” with the trusty Mackie SR24-4, but for reasons both within and out of my control, I had to hang up my patch cables.
Which was too bad, because I really felt… just plain centered, man! while mixing a piano, an electric bass, drums, electric and acoustic guitars and five or six vocalists ALL AT THE SAME TIME. And without any pro training–I had to read up on setting up a board’s gain structure and how to mic a piano.
And the people in the band–I considered them all friends, and still do, although I’ve neglected most of the relationships over these past three years. I’ve been invited back, but I’m still hesitant–the reasons I stay away are few, but they are difficult to overcome (I’ve gained weight, there’s someone at the church who really doesn’t want to see me, I have theological disagreements). But I could be talked into it, maybe…
“Facedown,” by Matt Redman, performed by the Northwest Baptist worship team:
Just a public service announcement to warn everyone that Reunion.com are a
bunch of frigtard spammers. Several months ago, I got one of those “[Coworker name] is searching for you on Reunion.com! Go to Reunion.com now to connect!” emails.
So, having had no problems with MySpace, Facebook, and LinkedIn, I naively assumed that Reunion.com would follow the same policy at sign-up, and allow me to optionally send my friends an email asking them to connect with me at Reunion.com.
No such luck–even though I consider myself fairly savvy with technology and have 10 years experience in the Information Technology world, I still ended up sending Reunion.com invites to EVERYONE in my Gmail address book. Reunion.com’s account sign-up process is very deceptive and tricky when it comes to extracting your email address book.
Apparently, everyone who got spammed in my name (“spoofed” would be the term) just ignored the emails that appeared to have come from me (but which were really sent without my approval by Reunion.com). Sorry everybody!
Yesterday, a couple of my friends got burned by this same scam–don’t feel bad! I led the way in letting these jerks use me as a spam source.
Read more about Reunion.com at Wikipedia, this influential technologist’s blog, and at the Better Business Bureau, where the BBB gives Reunion.com a well-deserved grade of “F.”
UPDATE: Reunion has now changed their name to MyLife.com.
Damned liberated woman, and her triple-dipped licorice ice cream. Why does she have to call my fab new ride a “station wagon,” when it’s clearly a KAMMback. You know, I think Max and his Bimmer Twenty-Ought-Two has a kamm. It’s German engineering done the American way, the Vega way.
And the way she’s slurring her words–I thought we had her Blatz addiction kicked. Guess I’d better give her my driving gloves. Might help her stay on the road on the way to the Red Owl. It’s just… I mean… the tight leather on my hands, so strong, so manly. Why does she have to emasculate me like this?
So: my grand plans to blog Brothers’ Weekend 2008 every few hours have failed miserably. And now it’s 12:27am on Sunday, and I’m just too tired to really write much.
Plus I had hoped to transfer the pictures I’ve been taking with my iPhone onto my laptop and blog from there, but there have been some technical difficulties… so this post is coming from my iPhone again.
Thus, I leave you with only a picture of the St. Paul Cathedral, taken from a spot directly adjacent to the parking lot where I used to park the summer (of 1994) I worked at the St. Paul Companies. Lots of good and bad memories reintroduced themselves at that moment this morning.
Okay… gotta get some sleep. We’re going to take the scenic route back home, along the Mississippi, through Red Wing, Winona, La Crosse and so forth. Dan wants to get going at the crazy hour of 9:00am!
I’m two hours into BroWeek08, and I’ve already (over)eaten my first tasty meal–at the Lake Mills McDonald’s. Those McSkillet burritos are mighty good, I tell you what.
Speaking of being with my brother and McDonald’s, we were just reminiscing about how we used to eat McD’s every Sunday evening and watch “Space 1999″ when we were kids. Nobody ever listened to Captain Koenig, poor guy. Current discussion topic: why work sucks. Gotta go!
Wouldn’t it be great to have one central place to organize all your “to-do’s,” somewhere you could access from any web browser, integrate into your Gmail Inbox view, and even access from an iPhone? That solution is here today in the form of Remember The Milk.
I’ve been using RTM for several weeks now, and it has been fantabulous:
Oh, and did I mention that almost all the functionality of RTM is free?
** Highly recommended **
There’s a day late and a dollar short, and then there’s two-and-a-half months late and my MasterCard balance. Me posting pictures last night of Nathan’s April 29 orchestra concert falls squarely in the latter category.
This particular concert is quite impressive, both the scale (500+ students ALL PLAYING AT THE SAME TIME) and the level of commitment on the part of the teachers and parents to children’s musical education.
The panoramic shot you see here was assembled from five photos using Adobe Photoshop CS3′s “Photomerge” utility. Not too bad, I think, considering all shots were taken hand-held and not on any kind of tripod-based pano-head assembly.
The full set of photos can be found on my Flickr site.
Didja ever notice that a disproportionately high percentage of drivers of certain makes of cars are a-holes? Yeah, it’s true. Seriously, man. Five days a week I drive to and from downtown mostly on Bluemound Road and St. Paul Avenue, and in my three years of driving this route, I’ve come to the unscientific conclusion that Audis and Volvos are driven by annoying jerks, self-absorbed pompous corporate blowhards, and just plain a-holes about, oh, 60% of the time.
This would compare to the average jerk-driver rate of about 20% for all brands of cars taken together.
I currently have no theories of why Audis and Volvos would have three times the average number of annoying drivers–those who tailgate; drive in the bike/parking lane for blocks at at time; cut other drivers off; wave their hands at you frantically while jacking their jaws about something, presumably your “slow” driving (I usually drive 5-10mph over the speed limit, so WTH?). Does the car itself produce this behavior, or are these kinds of people naturally drawn to these marques?
And I am not just saying this because of that Audi driver I encountered a few years ago on the way to work. Wow, was this guy a piece of work.
After he had run a stop sign and turned left from the right lane in front of oncoming traffic and cut in front of me (I was turning left from the left lane), I decided to give him the two-fingered,
point-at-my-eyes-point-at-him “I’m watching you” signal, cuz I’m kewl like that. I might have also been following him closely for a few blocks, just so he got the picture that he was being inducted into the Jerkweed Driver Hall of Fame then and there.
Well, Mr. Daughter’s Name on His License Plate (Wisconsin plates that said “MEGS DAD”) slams on his brakes, stops in the left lane of Clybourn, gets out of his car and walks back to my car as I’m un-embedding my fingers from my steering wheel death grip. I rolled the window down for reasons unknown–luckily this middle-aged businessman-type didn’t have a gun–and he said something like “What the f— is your problem, Fat Boy?”
“Nothing–no problem,” I said.
“What’s with this <imitates ‘got-my-eyes-on-you’ motion> You want to say something to me? Huh?”
Of course I wanted to say something to him, something like, “Well, if you were really a good father to ‘Meg,’ you wouldn’t be running stop signs, turning left from the right lane and nearly causing an accident, nor would you be stopping in the middle of the street during rush hour, ’cause you’re gonna get yourself severely hurt doing crazy stuff like that. Oh, and I totally own you buddy! Made you stop and get out of your car, didn’t I? Heh.”
But what I really said was, “Um, nope, I don’t have anything to say to you, sir.”
His eloquent response, probably born of years of climbing the corporate ladder and piling success upon success: “I didn’t think so, you stupid f—.”
But no, I swear this has nothing to do with my distaste for the majority of Audi drivers. Really!
Okay then. Maybe next time I’ll show you some of my fuzzy pictures of annoying drivers I’ve taken with my cell phone camera. Yeah, that’d be cool. I have the feeling though, that I’ve been doing a lot of complaining in this blog… maybe I should do some positive product recommendations first, like I’ve been planning to for a while.
UPDATE (September 2008): I’ve seen this same jerk with the same MEGS DAD license plates now driving a six-or-seven-year-old Mazda Miata down Bluemound in the mornings. Gee, that’s too bad you don’t have your big, fat Audi any more, Mr. Bigshot.
I’ve been playing around with the Andromeda PHP script that presents a MP3-filled folder structure on my web site as a browsable, playable music extravaganza. Give it a whirl if you’d like: nitzbitz.music
