Wednesday, November 30, 2005

Pictures from our Moab unicycling trip are up.

View the entire fancy gallery! (52 images)
Click on the full size images for a real view! (1600x1200)

There are also 2 hours of raw video footage taken on a real camera and a whole other camera worth of pictures to come. (the raw footage will be made into a fun movie first, of course) We're having a competition of sorts, Kai vs Me (working under the production name "Unexpected Failure") vs Mark. It should be fun. I'll post when I have the other pics up as well.

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Monday, November 21, 2005

Last weekend I went and visited Ariel of RoadShow Steven's Point fame. She just finished having her second brain surgery but all is well. We had a grand time. I'll post pics in the TRS gallery soon enough. (after next week)

In 3 hours I leave to go to Moab, Utah to spend a week riding my unicycle on the slickrock there. I haven't broke out my little solitare tent since the original RoadShow so I'm excited. It'll be 50 degrees during the day with around 20 at night. That makes for perfect riding weather and cold nights. I'm pumped. We're bringing our trials as well as our Muni's so we can do some natural rock trials riding as well. Pictures and possibly video will be posted in the TRS page when we get back. (oh, WE = Me, Mark, Kai, and Weiss)

Qhen is going to spend thanksgiving with our family. I should probably be doing that too but ... uh... I suck. Kai and Weiss are in school still which is why we are doing this thanksgiving break. I will miss family a lot.

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Friday, November 11, 2005

Good coworkers and good music can save any job:

Charactors:
Captain Bossman Ownerguy : "Bownerguy"
Federal Marshal Awesomesauce: "Me"
Colonel Stinky McSkidmark: "Mark"

Scene: That place where I work but never say the name anymore to hide from that damn Google.

Bownerguy is wiping down something dirty that we often ignore/miss
Bownerguy: How do you guys live with yourselves? This thing is so dirty and crusty!
Me: Hey, leave Your Mom out of this.
Bownerguy: HEY! My mom is a nice and beautiful lady!
Mark: Yea, she's beautiful when she's not wearing any pants!

hehehe... I typed something that sounds like "boner."

Huh huh huh!

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Wednesday, November 9, 2005

Work is vulgar:

"Mark, you sure are ugly for being such a huge vagina."

followed shortly by:

"Mark, if all vaginas smelled like you I'd be gay."

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Tuesday, November 8, 2005

Copied from a post I just made on Strangetalk:

Mark and I live on out on 500th ave, about 1 mile west of south dakota. Our street is the county line. We are in some wierd finger between precincts. Ontario ends on at 500th ave, and they are allowed to vote. The people along lincoln way that far out are allowed to vote, but we are not. Apparently, we don't live in ames despite being in a school district and paying taxes. We had to default to pricinct 1-1 to vote in the national election, and while there we could vote for local things. However, apparently in local elections only we cannot vote, period. (we tried, they turned us away) The entire area around us is being developed by Ames, yet we have absolutely no representation.

This is bullshit. They are building a housing development right in our freakin' backyard, yet we can't vote. I shouldn't have to drive over to south east duff to vote in national elections, and I should be allowed to vote in local ones.

Hey all you candidates that read strangetalk, when are you going to fix this? I'd talk to my local rep, but apparently I don't get to have one.

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Posted by Seager @ 06:30 PM CST Link |

Friday, November 4, 2005

Customer has a complaint.
Customer asks for a manager.
Manager (me) politely explains that the customer if a fucking dipship and should shut the hell up. Politely.
Customer pretends like he/she is bests friends with the owner because he made them a few burritos once.
Customer demands owners number because, obviously, I don't know what I'm talking about.

or

Customer wants a manager.
Customer realizes I'm the manager.
Customer asks for owner's number because they realize I won't fall for their bullshit since I've witnessed everything.

or

Customer calls on phone bitching about how much sour cream they got on the side when they were in the store earlier (why didn't they bitch then?)
Customer is informed that you always only get that much.
Customer claims owner gives them more.
Customer is informed that you always only get that much.
Customer asks when owner is working next.

then

Same customer calls back 20 minutes later.
Customer complains about getting an "8th the regular amount of sour cream."
Customer is asked if she was the one that called earlier but denies it.
Customer asks to "register a complaint."
Customer is blown off because I fucking hate liars and she can suck a dick.
(note: she was complaining about a 25 cent side of sour cream)

None of 'em ever have the balls to do anything about it the next day when they're sober, so fuck 'em. I'll take them seriously until I catch them in a lie. After that I start lieing back.

A tip for eating at my resteraunt:
Name dropping the owner's name will not make me like you. Yes, he made you a burrito. Yes, he was nice to you. You and every other fucker in this damn town. Oh my, you know him? Join the fucking club and shut up. I'm not going to "hook you up" or be afraid of you tattling on me for not "hooking you up." I'm not intimidated by your name dropping. He's not going to side with you over me about anything, you egomaniacal crazy bitch, especially if you are trying to get extra food or special treatment. Your tits will not save you. One day I will find you and kill you for this. I'm making a list and you are now on it.

I swear, this job is like having the dumbest people in town thrown at you constantly.

Furthermore, all you people that let hot chicks get away with being stupid bitches and give them special treatment need to fucking stop. You are making my job harder. I want all of you to fucking hit the next soho with nice tits that you see tomorrow in the face with a crowbar in order to offset their deep seeded conditioning that they can get away with anything. Hit them in the face and then pee on them. Don't forget to call them "fat" while you do it. Carry the crowbar with you the entire day. Any time you see one of them ask for something they don't deserve take out one of their joints. If anyone gives them something they don't deserve*, or tries to help them (they don't deserve help), take out their knees too. This will help make the world a better place.

*note: In case you've missed the point, just because you think they are hot doesn't mean they deserve whatever they are asking for. Tits and Ass != Worth. Tits and Ass also != the right to extra sour cream for free or to not have me break your wrists for asking for it. No, you cannot have a shot of olives. Sorry to let you all down.

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