• My Facebook resistance has gone right to hell.

    I blame family, who have managed to invite me to said website for… whatever sick and twisted reasons they do have. I have no idea how much, if at all, I’ll actually use the thing, but… eh. It’s free. And relatively brain cell killing. And if I’m gonna mock it, I suppose I’d best figure out what it is I’m mocking. So facebook it is. Gawd, I’m probably gonna regret that…

  • This guy’s on more crack than certain relatives!

    I blame Trish for introducing me to the material of Jeff Dunham. But only because the hillarity factor makes up for just about every crappy show I’ve watched in the last year. This clip in particular. But that’s just my twistedness coming out.

    WARNING:

    May not be work appropriate. Clicky the linky at your own risky!

    Edit:

    Apparently, it doesn’t want to work as a flash object on this here website. Bastard. So you’ll be going here instead. Sometimes, I hate interwebs technostuff. Just sometimes.

  • Ordinarily I’d complain about missing a game, but…

    I’m not about to wine about missing one in which, leading going into the third, we tanked. Bad. Not bad as in “Oh well, we’ll get ’em next time.”. Bad as in 5 goals in 20 minutes to our… wait for it… wait for it… 1. That’s right, we got spanked by our own lack of play. Again. I have no problem admitting that. Or admitting we more than likely don’t have a chance in hell of making the playoffs this year no matter who’s in net. Doesn’t mean it still doesn’t piss me right the hell off. Just that I have no problem admitting it does. Sometimes, I think I only look forward to the hockey season because I can rant endlessly when my team does its best impression of a wet noodle. But that’s just the opinion of one slightly crazy and very left field Canadian. So take it with your usual half shaker of salt.

  • Search term randomness?

    Someone actually found this thing by searching for ‘kerpoof’. what. The. Fuck? someone tell me I’m not the only one who uses that word. Please?

  • Dell: we’ll help you with your porn, too.

    I’ve sunk to a new low. Guy calls in because he can’t access a certain website. that website just so happens to be worldsex.com, and the reason is his own stupidity. for the record, searching for worldsex.com on google will not, in fact, always reveal that particular website. typing the address where it’s actually supposed to go, however, will. computer license. Revoked. Immediately. Gawd, sometimes, I can’t believe they pay me to do this.

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  • What a horrible fan am I.

    I promised I’d blog more about my hockey team, then promptly fell off the wagon for all of 2 games. I should really make up for that–for the record, they were games in which we both got crushed and did the crushing, so at least I’m missing games on both sides of the equasion. O’course, I’d of probably remembered to write about the thing if I were at home for ’em. Sometimes, I wonder why I ended up working nights. But then, that only lasts long enough for me to catch the morning bus home, at which point I clue in–oh yeah, getting off at 12:30 when the last bus shows up at 12 pisses me off. A moron sometimes, I am. It’s what gives me the right to call other people morons. Which anyone who knows me will know I do frequently–and usually with good reason. Just… not necessarily a good reason which I’ll admit to. Unless asked. Then all bets are off. Speaking of off… I should be off sleeping. Or something. Other than rambling senselessly. But I’m *good* at rambling senselessly. I have to work tonight–dammit to hell. Sleep wins. At least ’til 2. This random collection of what in creation’s inside my head brought to you by way too many calls taken in one night. If I got paid by the call, I could retire in 6 months.

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  • Can we vote for a law against morons in power now?

    And they wonder why people don’t speak up when shit happens. The Western University of Oregon, in a brilliant act of absolute unrivaled genius, came about *that* close to expelling a student for violating one of the university’s policies. And, for the record, it was a policy that basicly said if a student was found to have accessed confidencial information that was *accidentally* left in a publicly accessible area of the network, the student would be responsible for it and thus have to take the fall. Now, keep in mind the only reason he was known to actually have the information was because he reported it. Do I *really* have to explain how stupid, backwards, and outright brainless that is? The idiot factor of this dumbass move makes it perhaps the most hillarious thing I’ve posted on here. Ever. If… you find retarded policies and the morons that enforce them hillarious. Of course, if not, there’s always other websites–Google’s full of ’em. But still, the way I see it, the university has preetty much just told this kid, look, yes we screwed up. But you’re not getting paid–you’re expendable. If it were me, I’d certainly think twice about reporting anything else I accidentally discover. Just in case they’ve got a policy against that, too. How much you wanna bet even though they didn’t expell him, he doesn’t catch it good in the end anyway? That’s the danger of technology, I guess–there will always be someone there who doesn’t have a clue how it works, and blames everything on people doing what they’re not supposed to be doing just because they fucked up in the first place. And I get paid to talk to some of them. Somebody save me.

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  • Looks like we’re gonna need another Sarah.

    For those who actually don’t know me, I’m big on the whole CSI thing–just the Las Vegas version, mind you. I watch it when I can, and… in fact, it’s on my list of things to download as I’m writing. And it looks like the only way we’re gonna see Jorja Fox on CSI again after next month is in reruns. She gone and announced she’s quitting after then. Although, admitedly, not a bad run for a show who’s overall cast hasn’t changed all that much since the show started. Fox is, I believe, the show’s first main character to actually leave. And considering the show’s entering into its 8th season… you be the judge. Good? Bad? Don’t really know? Don’t really care?

  • The best defense is, in fact, *not* a good offense, folks.

    The game was close, at least. At least for most of it. At least until the defense didn’t show up. For either team. The difference in a 6 4 loss? A captain younger than me and possibly than my brother. I have no idea where the defensive half of either team went, though. Some of those plays tonight *should* have been stopped. Ah well, if I could pick a bright spot out of this game, Sundin’s second goal in as many games would have to be it. I think he’s upwards of 3 or 4 points in 2 nights, too–there’s a reason, folks, why he’s now the all-time leading point getter for the team. Unfortunately, at the end of the day that really means squat. But I’ll take it just the same. Monday, we shuffle off to Buffalo. Here’s hoping the whole team shows up.

  • It’s even sweeter in replay.

    Thanks to Mojo 640, I got to watch the third period of Thursday’s game. For those who live under a rock, or perhaps don’t follow the game of Hockey as closely as I do when I can, that was the period on the day when Mats Sundin became the all-time leader in two categories on one shot. And I have to say, though it would have been better not to be at work when it was happening so I could watch it live, even looking back at it in replay fashion… it still feels good. And now, for the first time since the season started, I can watch a game in my own apartment on TV (go digital cable!). So I shall go do that. Penguins gonna die!

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