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Saturday, February 22, 2003
Does anyone remember John Little?
aka MajesticIntel? Well, I knew he was from Texas and all, but his latest endeavor seems a bit over the top. Anyway I came across his blog which is funny about once a month and probably has very few female posters since it just blathers on and on about modern day conspiracies and what Saddam/Osama/Bush is up to today. I guess marrying a cute Canadian didn't temper him much. Well, enough nostalgia, I just wanted to post the funny thing that was on his site this particular month. (Although bear in mind, I think anything that includes the words "duct tape" is highly amusing.)
.: posted by Zemlet 2:03 PM
Tuesday, February 11, 2003
my secret garden
  
the fruit, the trees, the leaves the lawn, the weeds, the hedges, and all of it got cleaned up by 4 guys in 3 hours. They did an amazing job. Now I can finally go in the back and not
be afraid, feel guilty, or feel depressed. Makes me feel like I've got a real gem! yay!
.: posted by Rappin 9:58 AM
gold star and gold star envy
On friday feb 7, i got a maxis star performer award. The star performer is a 10 dollar amazon gift certificate, a plastic pin, and the envy of your peers.
They give them out for "extraordinary contributions" at Maxis. For me, it was putting little cars in the sims neighborhood screen. No big deal, I had fun doing it. I bumped in to Michelle and we were talking about 'the star award' not just at Maxis but at any company. The good parts are - you get recognized in front of your peers. It makes a person feel really special and appreciated at no extra cost, it's a fun way to get to know your co-workers. The bad parts are - normally, you have to know the right people to get the award. you have to have the right job to ge the award ( nobody cares, for example, if you are working on the help desk or testing, because you arent' doing something cool like marketing or a crunch for a demo.) Also, not getting the star can really stick in your craw. It can create rivalry. I still remember that my brother got the indian headband and the catholic summer camp for kids and I didn't. Star good or star bad? You decide.
I shuffled off my karma by spending the gift cert as part of my valentines day gift. heh.
.: posted by Rappin 9:46 AM
Sunday, February 09, 2003
The ring
this is poem I requested from mice a while ago. He wrote it... not sure... 10 years ago. I remember it pretty clearly and he some how managed to dig it up and find it.
the ring
That ring, that promise they promised to each other. When my older brother got back they would get married and have a child. A very beautiful child because they were both very beautiful.
So when they were apart he, being a football player was involved with a fraternity. And this week was fraternity week. The typical - how many people can we fit in a VW, in a telephone booth, in a bathroom - was going on. The excitement of being so close to others bodies, of being so young and popular clouded their minds. This time was especially exciting, this time it was how many people can we fit in an elevator. And they all crammed in at floor seven.
On the way up the inevitable happens. In between 7 and 8 it stops. The cables can not take the weight of blank of pounds of bodies and metal.
No help comes as the cables begin to creak and strands start to snap. Every one is screaming. The typical disaster movie panic scene. Both with the same results. Girls are crying. Guys are pissing their pants. The joke isn't funny anymore.
He: Dave Romeo Erikson being in football and the ROTC, decides to take control of the situation. "Would everyone please shut up. Now relax. I'm going to go for help.
(not to mention get the hell out of here,)
As he is climbing out the escape hatch, down, and around the elevator car
the cables
snap
AND THE CAR FALLS…
only slightly.
UPHELD BY DAVE'S SKELETAL FRAME splintering his bones compact
Somehow his corpse acts as a wedge
supporting blank # of pounds of bodies and metal A tribute to his fine structural construction
Meanwhile...
Dave's innards are instantly quashed, his organs punctured
STOMACH, INTESTINES, HEART, LIVER, LUNGS. Rendered totally inoperative.
it takes less than a second before his body issues a torrent of blood
which pours into the escape hole
And drenches his schoolmates in gore.
An hour later help comes and - however many people you can fit in an elevator -minus one- are all saved. Sure they're alive but there is no consolation for living with the memory of a wall of blood pouring into that box and onto them.
And her. She weeps uncontrollably at the funeral. It is no consolation to know that he saved their lives by dying. She weeps, she weeps, she cannot stop weeping. Kneeling in front of the coffin, denying the coroner's make up job. That's not him. That's not him. That is not him.
Sticking the ring back on the plastic coated skeleton that once threw footballs.
She had a ringing in her ears.
.: posted by Rappin 2:07 PM
Friday, February 07, 2003
I had no idea!
And I even have her albums. Did you know Wendy Carlos was originally a man? Wonder how this affects the theory that she might have had an affair with Moog?
.: posted by Zemlet 4:18 PM
Thursday, February 06, 2003
Beek?
I guess this is the same look anyone would make when they're not making any points.
.: posted by Zemlet 4:24 PM
Tuesday, February 04, 2003
bazooka joe says -
bazooka joe says
cows come, cows go, but the bull goes on forever
bazooka joe says
one who is prepared will be lucky.
bazooka joe says
"dear joe, i want to be like you, how can i be the smartest one in my crowd" - signed C.T. in CT.
"dear C.T. Get dumber friends!" Sincerely JOE!
.: posted by Rappin 4:36 PM
Saturday, February 01, 2003
Z's parents are visiting
They're stopping here on thier way to Vacation. Her mom gave us a very strange, but well appreciated present.
hands! on the doorstep!
.: posted by Rappin 6:47 PM
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