Thursday, April 30, 2009

Not Much Going On Today..

I heard that "pandemic" thing is not such a big deal, even though the WHO raised their warning level to 5? So confusing...

One US car company is on the road to recovery, or distinction. I guess we will see.

Sean Penn is getting divorced, like anyone cares? Why is that "news"?

The UK military is leaving Iraq this week. We in the US should all say "thank you" to them!

Tuesday, April 28, 2009

Arlen Specter Needs To Retire

Come on dude, you are 79 years old and know you can't win again. You already switched sides before. Knock that crap off and go spend some time on a beach with your grand kids.

Eurovision 09 - Albania - Armenia

Strong entry, great voice. Kejsi Tola sings Carry Me In Your Dreams.

Inga & Anush - Jan Jan, Armenia. Nice harmony.

That Wedding

Just a couple pics from the wedding I went to in March...

(Click to enlarge)

There is nothing funnier than Storm Troopers holding roses and the ladies holding the Blasters! Darth does not look pleased.

Sunday, April 26, 2009

No Bull..

This cracked my ass up....

Lebanon Is Smart

Really they are, so sarcasm. Their Central Bank pulled all of their money out of international investments in 2007...

I hope they have fair elections (coming very soon) and we don't see all this wealth in the hands of unfriendly folk.

Saturday, April 25, 2009

Bea Arthur, Dead

87 Years and a hell of a good life. Smooth sailing lady...

Armand Van Helden

How can you hate hot chicks playing, bouncing and getting wet? Great video.

My Bank Has Been Sold...

Yep, Provident is going ahead now with the switch to M&T Bank. I got this package in the mail yesterday and this is going to be a pain in the ass. The print is so small, I don't know if people with poor eye sight are even going to be able to read them. I worry for the elderly, who may need help making the switch and reading the documents. Some might dismiss it as junk mail.

If the account number changes I will have to get new checks too. I haven't read deep enough into the "packet" to figure that out. This is going to kill my whole weekend, because they didn't give us a simple timeline of when to do what...

At least the PIN on my check card won't change. I rarely use it.

Dianne Feinstin Is Busted

It's just another rich bitch trying to get richer...

They are all crooks.

Friday, April 24, 2009

I Don't Feel So Good

Sixty Dead in Mexico

Latest from WHO: Avoid the "*.*dine" ani-viral meds, they don't work.

Fun Facts from the CDC:

Man, I thought we had to worry about the Bird Flu, seems like it's the Pigs instead. Now if "Pigs fly", we should all know it is officially the start of the apocalypse! I guess if this is air born, then that covers it. Head to the hills!!

The Alphabet From Satellite

Too much time on your hands dude....

You Think Unemployment Is Bad In The US??

In Spain, it is at 17%. I guess we in the US should say "sorry". The whole world is blaming us for their bad investments anyway.

I Can Stop Bullets!

Wonder Woman could use these too!

Thursday, April 23, 2009

Who's Time Has Come?


I think I would rather bang a light socket with the power turned on.

Sunday, April 19, 2009

Michael Hayden Is Mad

Mad at President Obama for letting these 4 documents about the US use of torture out into the wild. I see his point, he is worried about winding up in jail, so it's not a shock that he is against this happening. Maybe he could try being against violating the Geneva Convention.

And I pat myself on the back for staying away from bald jokes, or spewing what kind of polish to use on the top, or being a good model for future missile technology.

And look at all those medals! He never saw a day of combat, but gets all these trinkets!! So cool to be him...


This is an interesting view on extremism in Pakistan, which probably applies to the whole world.

South Africa Point Of View

The things I hear in this are "crime" and "corruption". The same I hear from my friend who lives there. And I thought things were bad where I live....Oh right, they are.

Saturday, April 18, 2009

Spring In Japan...

Really good story, insight into Japan's culture..

A Wrench In The Obama Plans

So if the UN says letting the dudes who did the waterboarding off the hook is a "no no" how does he get around it?

Oh right, he will do what most countries do and just ignore the UN. It's ok, they won't do anything about it. The rest of the world will, maybe.
(No one was tortured or hurt in any way while producing the bolg post)

Against All Odds

I guess since we have been left hanging for 4+ years, this might be the lat Postal Service tune. Sad Gib can't take a few months off from DCFC to wrap up a new CD.

Working Together

Even a socialist nation like Venezuela can see the bright side of talking with the very country it wanted to wipe out 4 months ago. Hmm, could Obama be actually opening some doors that have been closed over ideals and not real differences? I say yes. At the end of the day, we all want a beer and dinner and something on TV that doesn't suck.

It Hurts To See You Dance So Well

By the Pipettes, I love the stretched harmonies. I could eat these gals with a spoon!


I like that broad...

The Cure

Roxana Saberi Is A Spy!

So says Iran;

Eight years in Jail for reporting the news. Nice place that Iran. She was Miss North Dakota too, maybe tack on another couple years for that?

Friday, April 17, 2009


I thought that was a fear of Cats!

Meg And Dia Are Cute

Kind of cookie cutter "pop" music. I like Meg!

This is Roses, live in studio..

Pirate News

Oops, not that kind of Pirate. These dummies hosted a site that let anyone share anything they want. It was full of virus infected files (so I hear?) and anyone frequenting it was at risk anyway.
Why the hell is no one prosecuting every Chinese Market and house all over the world. They have all the movies before they are even released and no one seems to care???
Bye bye Pirate Bay...

Thursday, April 16, 2009

May That Be With You

I suppose it's no worse than any other religion on earth, so what the hell. Let us be Jedi!

Why the coppers though? Should they designate if they are "dark side" or not? Do these blokes get special helmets and cool utility belts? Do they call the Seargeant "My Lord"? And does the Seargeant mind it?

I guess the light sabers won't break any UK gun laws, so go for it!

Green Lung?

A little bloody if you watch the video, but could someone really inhale a seed and have it grow in their lung?? I recall that watermelon seed growing in the stomach from my childhood...

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

Must See This!

Pretty god damn amazing singing on the UK's version of American Idol (it's the original, we copied them).

Simon is an ass.

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

The IE 8 Experince

I just upgraded to IE 8, yes, I am brave.

First off, it's a 23 MB download, a slow one.

Once I ran the Setup, it asked me to run Windows Updates. Annoying, my PC is up to date...cancel.

Next was the MSN Toolbar. I would rather cut off my penis with a chainsaw...cancel.

The install was funny. MS has totally given up on having a progress bar and just had a sliding indicator that the install was still doing something.


Now it's acting like an update..configuring part 1, wait, wait wait, login, wait.

Once I open IE 8 , the Links toolbar is loaded with MSN this and that links...delete, delete, delete. It asks a bevy of questions, like using compatibility with older browsers. Why the hell would I install a new one if I wanted an old one??

I am waiting to see what the "Smart Screen Filter" does. I left that turned on. I guess it replaces the old Phishing filter??

French Port Blockades

Blockades are something out of WWII or the Cuban Missle crisis. Oh, Star Wars Episode 4 too.

These ports are used by fisherman and ferrys that carry folks betweek the UK and France. So A lot of people are understandably pissed that the fishermen are doing this. I guess these French fisher dudes would rather lose their jobs entirely, by over-fishing, rather than cutting back. It sounds like they have too many dudes fishing. Go drink some warm wine.

Sunday, April 12, 2009

Saturday, April 11, 2009

Don't Try To Change Things In Iran

Nope, try it and you will wind up in prison, hung or stoned to death. My Iranian friends tell me how wonderful Iran is, and I think they believe that. They also call the government "crazy", and I think they are right.

It's a shame Persia has lost it's way and the great heritage they once held in the world. Things could change I suppose, but I doubt that will come from within.

The Low Frequency In Stereo

Very 60's-ish. Out of Norway, I think...



Homepage; Check out the Sound and Video.

De Phazz

The Mombo Craze, I love it!

Turn it up, Lullaby. Very cool string and horn arrangements.

Mala Vita

They have a BIO here;

Balkans with a Latin twist. Not bad at all... Put on your shirts though.

Japanese Synchro System

Interesting stuff. This is called Check It, Spread It.

Dan Deacon Is Insane...

Or a genius, it's up to you to decide;

Heard Hird?

Jazzy electronic goodness..

About Those Gas Prices..

Forbes ran a story pointing to Goldman Sachs and others being at the center of it.

When oil prices started coming down, I remember hearing all these news stories about demand dropping too. But everyone I talked with didn't get it, they still drove as much as ever.

Friday, April 10, 2009

Einstein And Newton Had Aspergers??

My son was diagnosed with the same, but mild. I am waiting for him to find a spark to discover something to change the world....

Trek This..

Create Your Own

Can I Get A Drink?

Personally, I find getting to know the bartender and tipping real good will lead to reduced bills. The smaller the bill, the bigger you make the tip. Eventually, you will wind up just paying for one drink in a night.

Stripper Tax?

That's about $4 million dollars US. There are either a whole lot of these Swedish strippers, or they make a real good living!

Thursday, April 9, 2009

Tegan And Sara

Nineteen, yeah...listen.

Come On

Living Room

Billy Bob Is Out Of His Fucking Mind

Or maybe he is just a complete asshole who can go fall off the face of the Earth. Oh wait, he already did...

Wednesday, April 8, 2009

Funny Radio

The Junkies kill in this segment...

Open it and go to if you want more.


It's a prank. Nice try GM. It won't help. Who the hell wants to ride in one of these?? If you do, you don't live near a major city.

Oral Causes Cancer?

That sucks (get it?). Um, really though. You chicks need to keep your "head" on straight, ahem. It would really "blow" if all of the best felationists' wound up with Cancer. Us guys would really miss you and your talents. That's more than could "swallow". Keep a "stiff upper lip" and don't let it "blow up in your face" ladies.

I Don’t Like Spam

Yep, 97% of all email is now SPAM. I know at work, they block over 2 million spam emails per day, but still they come....

Tuesday, April 7, 2009

Global Cooling

I actually write down when we get our last snow flurry on my Calendar each year. Last year, it was April 4th. Today it is happening on April 7th. That must mean we have gotten almost one percent cooler, because it is happening one percent later in the spring. Refute those "facts". Go ahead, the data is as solid as anything real "scientists" are tossing around.

Israeli Police Kill..

A guy in a car.

Yeah, I can understand killing a guy for wanting the "Police" to stop demolishing a house because the original owner was a terrorist. Of course, everyone in the house must be terrorists too.

It would be like tearing down the house of a guy who killed someone when driving drunk, and putting the rest of the family out on the street. Would that be cool in any "modern" country? Of course not.

Way to build support for your side, all of you, both of you.

Saturday, April 4, 2009

The Infamous Chins

The Infamous Chins. Part 1

In Redford Michigan, I took my first ever real paying job, at the ripe young age of 15 (I was almost 16 and I guess the laws were lenient back then?). That was 1977, Disco was the rage and Saturday Night Live was “The” show to watch.

The Place, Chins Chinese Restaurant. It’s still there on Plymouth Road, as far as I know. I looked on Google Maps and I can find the building, but not the listing, so maybe it closed down. The building looks like it was built in the early 60’s and had been through a few makeovers for sure. The front had a Tiki look. I haven’t been back in so long, I could not say for sure, but I bet it’s about the same still. Everything in a chocolate brown stain and some cheesy totem like carvings with palms about.

So I have to first setup the layout of this place. It faces North and is a rectangle shaped building. About 1X3 proportion. The place could sit around 200 people, I would guess. The front half of the building was the dining split down the middle, north to south. At the back (south side) of the dining room was the waitress’s area. It had the coffee makers, soda and roll steamers. All patrons got rolls and butter with ice water, shortly after sitting down.

Immediately behind the waitress area was the dishwasher (the beast) and about an extra 20 square feet of area to manage the task of the dishes. I am guilty of cooking a few things (eggs, chicken breast etc) in the dishwasher, just to prove a point, that the water was insanely hot! To the east of the dishwasher were the restrooms, which had their own hallway access out to the dining area. There was also a non restricted entrance from the bathrooms to the kitchen/
and dishwasher so we often had patrons wandering where they should not. To the west of the dishwasher was a set of large stainless sinks and beyond that, the rows of ovens and ranges where all the cooking was done.

So the cooking area stretched a ways back and the refrigerators and a huge set of old style stainless steel coffee makers there, used to make/brew the tea. These things were enormous and luckily the waitresses had to refill them. I think they only needed reloading twice on an average day. Maybe 3 times on a busy weekend and I would guess 20 gallon capacity each.

The hallway from the bathrooms also leads back to the “soda” room, where everyone who did, would go to make out, while on the clock. It stored the many syrup and soda water canisters that fueled the soda fountain in the waitress area out front. Past that was a large room that no one could ever seem to figure out what to do with. It was mainly temporary storage for dried foods that wouldn’t fit in the adjacent main store room, chairs, whatever had no other home. The carpet was shabbier than the dining room, which was not the best itself. That’s about it.

The Infamous Chins. Part 2

I began my working career as a dishwasher at Chin’s. My sister had gotten a job as a hostess at the place and they had an opening. She didn’t warn me about how shitty the job would be.

I started on a weekend when they actually had 2 people dedicated to dishes alone. The dishwasher was huge and had a water heater that raised the temperature to around 200 Degrees. Similar to this one;

It was bad enough in the summer that there was little AC in the kitchen and worse that I had to stand right next to the beast. One washer would take the incoming dishes out of the tubs where the bus-boys or waitress' dropped them (the noise was deafening, between the beast and the never ending smash of incoming dishes I am surprised I can hear at all now), rinse them into a monster disposal, load the trays and feed the full racks into the machine. The other washer would take the clean dishes exiting the beast (piping hot, unless they had a few minutes to cool off, which was rare) and have to get them stacked properly for use. Glasses went out to the Waitress area and everything else was positioned so the cooks could load them up.

After I had been there a while, I got to know the characters. Genie was the lead waitress and was a motherly figure, but a very strong person. Most of the time, she was very good about answering questions and providing guidance. If someone did something wrong, she would call them on the carpet. If you back talked her, you were risking your job and were certainly destined for a tongue lashing. She was the police, judge and jury. The owners of the place trusted her to keep it going.

Marvin was the owner, a tired looking man who seldom spoke to the staff. My father sent me his obituary a while back, so that may explain the place closing. To me, he was unapproachable, so we had little interaction, unless he needed something. Then it would be a “take this over there” type conversation.

Marvin’s wife, Kitty, was probably a great person outside of the restaurant. Inside though, everyone was scared of her, except Genie. She had that thick layer of makeup almost like a geisha and looked kind of scary. If she got pissed, watch out. She was so “in your face” that even the cooks (all Chinese immigrants) shied away from her.

Marlon was the oldest (maybe only) son of Marvin. He was in his early 20s and a fairly jovial person. He was left in charge of the place often because Kitty and Marvin were busy at their other larger venue, Chin Tiki in Detroit proper. I did some research and the place I was at was actually called “Chin’s Chop Suey” (shoot me) and was actually in Livonia Michigan, right next door to Redford. It opened in 1955. Marlon’s sister was around too, very cute, petite and very quiet. She helped out with whatever she could.

Lou worked in the soda room, which was also the bar and waited tables too. The waitresses would drop the orders back there and Lou would make the “Exotic Cocktails”. He was a short wide and slightly heavy man, mid-twenties. Smiling almost always and had a great laugh. If Lou was mad about something, he would get so red in the face it was scary. Hi haircut resembled Moe from the 3 Stooges. We wound up being pretty good friends and did dinner after work often, when we both closed the place. Strangely, the age difference was never an issue with Lou and a lot of the other people there. He also doubled as the bouncer. He was trained in the martial arts, studying to become a cop and it was always a trip to watch him walk up to an unruly customer offer his hand and then quietly and quickly escort the person out side, never letting go of that hand. He had confidence in himself that actually spilled over to anyone around him, a feeling that you were safe with the guy. You need a ride somewhere, car died? Lou was there. He was the kind of guy I could only wish good things upon.

The Infamous Chins. Part 3

The waitresses at Chin’s were all pretty, even the older ones (must have been a policy?). They clashed regularly and were a mish-mash of persona that provided entertainment for me always. Since the dishwasher was right next to the swinging doors to the dining room, I would always get to see the shows, when one waitress dragged another into the kitchen by the arm to argue/fight. I would be right there, front row and actually stop what I was doing, cross my arms, lean back on the beast and watch, listen. These were mostly good people, but the mundane job at hand drove them to tear into each other over the most trivial things. It was hilarity to me, and man would they get pissed when they looked up from their arguing to me standing there, grinning like an idiot. Had I a video camera back then, you would be amazed at the footage. They would notice me, scowl and then scamper farther into the kitchen or back room to finish the fight. One would trounce back through first, triumphant and the other(s) would follow, usually looking defeated or teary eyed. Most of the arguments were about customers. Some of the gals had “regulars” and if they tipped good, wanted to keep them all to themselves.

I will run the ladies down;

Stacey; brunette with long curls, it was popular at the time. Excellent body (in every way, though some people might suggest a boob job, I would not) and a very pretty face, a bit like Sigourney Weaver, bit more slender and she knew she was hot. She had a younger sister working there too, who wanted to be as hot as Stacey, but would not make the cut. In short, Stacey was a self made bitch; she knew it and did not care. She was above the whole place, in her mind.

Peggy; very cute in a “girl next door” way. I found out from her that Peggy was short for Margaret and had a long discussion about that not seeming right to me. Still doesn’t. She was the sweetest thing walking the planet as far as I was concerned. I fell immediately in love with her. Me 16 then and she 21. We had a kind-of date once. We went to the Ford Museum/Greenfield Village in Dearborn, where she lived. She had never been herself. I met her at her place (so small I thought it was more fitting to Hobbits or Munchkins even) and had a nice day exploring the village. Our relationship never went beyond friends and she would often join in on our after work get-togethers. I can only hope she has had a good life. She taught me a lot about being a good person, through example. She knew what was worth a fight and what was not. She taught me patience too.

Cheryl; She was just a little bit chunky, but sweet and very cute, kind of like Peggy was. Towards the end of my run at Chin’s, before I joined the Navy, we actually went out a few times. She was only 19, but in college and looking for more than a boy, I am sure. We went to a few movies (they still had a drive-in back then, excellent B-horror movies, we saw Phantasm, Piranha and a horrible movie about bigfoot) and anytime I tried to start some groping (she had a nice body too), I was rejected, sweetly. She moved to Alaska and we stayed in touch by snail mail for a bit, and then lost touch completely.

Karen; It’s hard for me to write about her. Karen physically looked a lot like Louann Fernald

She was the first girl I shouldn’t have fallen in love with. She didn’t go to my high school in Redford, she went to neighboring Livonia. She was gorgeous, witty, happy and seemingly free. One slow night at work she was sitting alone at the back of the restaurant waiting for a customer to come in. I was eating my dinner, which I usually prepared myself. I had seen the cooks drop food on the ground, pick it up and toss it back in the wok for a few seconds, then serve it up. Karen was there and we talked a bit. I don’t know how it came up, but she was asking me about pot. Had I tried it? I had and I always got sick and usually threw up, I didn’t tell her that though. So I offered to get a joint and let her try it, she said she never had before. What happened with her will be a story unto itself.


Soon after I was working there regularly, my friend Rob decided he was bored without his sidekick (me) around and took a job as a dishwasher too. It was regular practice that the dishwashers were promoted to bus boy as those guys moved on to better things. I had been pretty tame at work, but when Rob came on board, he proved to be the catalyst (as always) to mayhem.

Doing dishes sucked, no other way to describe it. It was dirty, smelly, loud, hot, humid and you stood on rubber mats all day that were like honeycomb. You took out the trash, mopped the whole kitchen and vacuumed the dining room (while the waitresses made angry eyes at you because you were holding up closing shop). It was the grubbiest job imaginable, so of course, one must rebel, right?

We started a campaign of revenge, all the while appearing completely innocent of it. We would get sodas, free for the employees. We would take the drink back to the dishwasher area, but save the straw wrappers. Did you know those paper straw wrappers acted like a slow burning fuse when lit and left smoldering? We did, but again, it’s another story on using those to create bottle rocket salvos. It was hilarious when we left smoldering straw wrappers behind the exhaust vent on the beast. The smoke was invisible because of all the steam, but everyone in the kitchen could smell the unusual burning smell. All of the burners were gas, so this stood out. It would not be long before the cooks or Marlin would start sniffing around and we would be oblivious to it when they asked. They would start walking all over the kitchen and out to the dining area too. Once the wrappers went out, just a puff of air and all the ash/evidence was gone. We were laughing at the mayhem it caused, dying on the inside and would crack up after we closed.

The Infamous Chins. Part 4

I will start off here with one of my favorite memories of the place. It was early on a weekend and Rob and I were both working. It was early and not busy at all yet. Rob grabbed an egg and we went back to the large, mostly empty, store room in the very back of the place. The idea was an egg toss. So we started about 10 feet apart from each other and after each tossed the egg to their foe, would take a step back. We were about 20 feet apart when Marlon bounced into the hallway leading to the room and (of course) I had the egg. Even though I could have slipped it into my apron, I made the idiot move of putting it in my mouth. Rob’s back was to Marlon as he entered the room and was surprised. I started to walk toward Rob intending to just go past them both back to work. Marlon stopped me and stood between us and the hallway. He wanted to know what we were doing and Rob took the lead, telling him that we had been cleaning up the trash in the parking lot (a lie, we would only do that if told to). Marlon was suspicious and Rob couldn’t help but start laughing when I wouldn’t say anything. That made me laugh and the egg left my mouth in a beautiful arc and went a good 7 feet before splatting on the carpet. Marlon had to duck to avoid it hitting him. Rob and I were stunned for a second, and then we both erupted in laughter. Marlon was livid, but didn’t know what to do. He sternly told us to clean it up and get back to work. Later that night he did make us police the parking lot for trash, fair enough I think. Weeks later we all laughed about it when we went out to Big Boys after work. Marlon was an ok guy outside of work.

Immediately after taking the job, I started saving my earnings, so I could get a good 10 speed bike. It would make getting to work a lot easier (I hated asking for rides). I got a good one too, not top of the line, but not the bottom either. About $120 bucks if I remember right. The ride to and from work was about 5 miles, maybe a little less. Both Rob and I were speed demons on our bikes. We went as fast as possible, often in the middle of traffic. We would sometimes pass cars when were on the sidewalk! Chin’s was nice enough to let us leave the bikes inside the large store room while we were at work. I had the bike for about a year, then upgraded to my eldest brother’s beaten up 1972 Plymouth Duster. It was baby blue and had a nasty dent on the back passenger side. My brother wanted to dump it after he dented it, so I offered $250. He took it and I was happy to not be biking all over town, especially when it got cold.

We would often go out after work on Friday and Saturday. Some nights we got everything done early and were off a little after midnight. Other nights it was busier and we would be there till almost 1AM. I couldn’t vacuum the dining area till all the customers had left, so it was usually up to the waitress to swish the lagging customers out of the place. Genie would sometimes lock the front door early when she was there closing. We all hated when someone would show up right before closing, for dinner. It was often a drunk and his date from the bar two doors down. We would all lump it and hold out while they ate. A few times we had couples fall asleep in their booth. It was very uncomfortable for the waitresses to go wake them up and ask that they leave. If they got rowdy, Lou was there or some of the larger bus boys to mop things up. So once everything got closed out, the hostess would clear out the cash register and do her count. I would be vacuuming and the waitresses were refilling the salt and pepper shakers. It was forbidden to leave dishes for the next day, so the last task was usually one or two last washer loads of leftovers. Any soup (by the way, egg drop soup smells like a nasty sulfur fart), gravy, rice etc, that was left over, went down the drain. We would leave the aluminum rice pots (about 2.ft across and almost 3 ft tall) to soak for the next morning, because it was impossible to get them clean without it. Sometimes I would take a quart of the fried rice home for the next day or a late night snack.

The time together outside of work was always fun. We rarely talked about current events and just goofed or talked about movies, work, TV, what was going on in our lives. I liken it to warriors (modern or medieval) getting together after a battle and milling over the event. There would inevitably be a story about customer that day. One I recall was Cheryl telling everyone about a guy who had come in and chain smoked, even while he ate. In between bites he would cop a drag. I saw that one myself. Drunks and bad tippers were prevalent in the discussions too. I liked that we had a regular place to hang out after work and laugh/joke. Big Boys had some real good sandwiches too. More than once I asked Marlon why Chin’s didn’t have this sandwich on the menu?? We always tipped really good, unless the service sucked.

As long as I worked there, I had the Sunday morning shift. Besides cleaning up the Saturday leftovers, there were collateral duties. I was presented a rice pot (see above) full of shrimp. The ones that are about 3 inches long. The heads had been removed, but the rest of the shell remained. I had to sit and un-shell the whole lot. I hate the smell of shrimp and most fish for that matter. I wouldn’t gag or anything, it was just annoying. Later the steam from the beast would soak the fish smell into my clothes. I did get real good at shelling the bastards though. The cooks gave me a few tips.

Another collateral Sunday morning chore was cleaning the fridge. It was huge and obviously cold. You had to use bleach, great for the skin. The nastiest thing in there was the blood from the chicken and beef. It would be caked onto the shelves underneath the bins they were stored in. It took a lot of work to get them clean. Sometimes you would find something that had been overlooked for some time, rotten, stinky, and nasty.

The cooks pre-rolled all of the egg rolls for the next week on Sunday morning and I would help pile the bins into the fridge. I asked and was shown how to roll them and they all laughed at me when I tried myself. These guys were like an assembly line when they were rolling. It was always impressive to watch.

The Infamous Chins. Part 5

Karen. This is actually hard to write…and re-live.

As I describer her, she was gorgeous (to me anyway). I wasn’t gaga over her at work or anything, I just thought she was hot. If you could have seen her walking (not strutting..just seductive, fluid, confident, hard to pin down exactly what) in that waitress uniform, you would agree. She started working there a fair while after I had started. She was a friend of one of the Hostesses, Lisa. The Hostesses will be a chapter unto themselves, at least one of them will. Actually at least two will.

So Karen and I were chatting and the thought of her trying some pot came up (it was everywhere in Detroit at that time). I had some friends who grew their own, so it wouldn’t be a problem to get some. They were funny guys, brothers (not black, really brothers). But I wander….

So, the following weekend I have the joint in my car and Karen had agreed we would meet after work. The day was busy and I shooed Rob away at closing and blew off going out with the others. Karen hung back too and we wound up just chatting outside near our cars until everyone left. Once we were alone we got into my car and I don’t even recall if we actually lit the joint, but we surely wound up making out. I think we did light it, but I didn’t inhale much for sure if we did. She must not have either, because I don’t remember either of us being wasted. We quickly got into some heavy petting, all over the top of the clothing. That would be the MO for the duration of our relationship, and I use that term “relationship” loosely. She was a very good kisser and was the first girl I French kissed. She did it to me first (teacher) and I reciprocated.

I wanted so badly to unzip what she rubbed during the subsequent sessions, but I figured if she wanted that, her hand was right there. In hind sight, I am sure if I had undone my zipper, it would have gone further. It will never be known though.

The next weekend we went to dinner at a local Italian place, it was nice, but not real nice. I wound up sitting next to her in the booth, but she was left handed, so we kept bumping elbows. I had to change to sitting across from her. We had a great time talking and laughing and I drove her home (make-out/petting ensued).

So things seemed to be going swimmingly to me, when the following weekend at work, some kind of ruckus broke out fairly late on a Friday or Saturday night. This one I only heard, some yelling from the hallway going back to the large storeroom. I was busy and didn’t go back to see what was up, but I saw a few bus boys go back to take care of whatever was happening.

I found out after the event that it was Karen’s boyfriend looking to kick my ass. I had never seen or heard of the guy, but was told he was about 6’2 and (just my luck) was the QB on the High School Football team. That was all I F-ing needed, to be “the other man” with my first “hands on” romantic interest. Karen actually had the balls to come give me the “Dear John” talk a few days later and say we could only be friends. I was rather crushed, to say the least, but didn’t argue about it. I was still a virgin and had no clue what to do.

I was so bummed that my Mom, in a rare moment of obvious concern (not her fault at all that it was rare, I never showed much emotion or asked for guidance, so she never knew if I was bummed or not, or why) actually stopped me at home and asked me what was wrong. I told her nothing and since she reads these, now you know. I will say it was a kick in the ass that she noticed and asked me that. I decided I had to get over it, at least on the surface.

Karen did invite me to a few more make-out sessions after this point, which confounded me and I have to sadly report that I went along with it at first. It took me a few weeks to figure out that I was just being used to just fill in the romantic vacuum between her and her boyfriend and began making excuses to not see her anymore. I even adjusted my work schedule to not see her as much and wound up only seeing her on days when she was covering someone else’s shift. It was hard for me to be around her anymore.

I calculate now that she didn’t consider what we did as cheating on her boyfriend. I have met many women since who consider much more than kissing and petting as “not cheating”, in their minds. We do always find a way to justify our actions, yes? So many people now pay their shrinks to help do that for them. Justify their bad behavior.

I did actually see the hunchback boyfriend in person some time later (from a distance) and he appeared to be everything he was described to be. He would probably have ripped me in two I expect, if he wanted to. Later though, I never saw him on college or pro football, so I expect he faded into a menial job. The QB thing didn’t pay off.

So like I said, Karen was the first girl I shouldn’t have fallen in love with (puppy love, of course, at that age). It did still hurt, like hell. Like any kid would feel if he got dumped; even if he was self imposing being dumped.

I saw her once more about a year after I left Chin’s. Like an idiot, I came back home after boot camp and was hammered and wanted to go to Chin’s. My friends obliged. She was there, I was lit. I wound up throwing up (classy) out front of the place and her coming out there trying to help. I was so embarrassed (shooed her away then, yelling something nasty I am sure, I can’t remember) that I would never try to contact her again, not even in a friendly manor. Like a puff of smoke, she was gone for good, as was I.

44 Afghans Dead In Pakistan

Pretty fucked up, they want out so bad that they pack into a tin can like a bunch of sardines. It's not funny.

Oliver Comes To Life

In Rome. The world is going to hell in a hand basket.

I might check the storm drains in my neighborhood tomorrow.

Do Jews Hate Women?

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Just the "Ulta Orthodox" ones. No position of authority for you! Hmm, sounds a little like something I read about the Taleban. Maybe they can use that common ground to some useful compromise?

The whole story is here;

About Getting Old

I don't know if my parents went through this, but in the last year I have been shedding the many many toys my two sons had collected over their childhood. My youngest is now 19.

So, we have matchbox cars dinged and dented, enough to fill a two gallon bucket. Lego's and Connects, enough for a 4 gallon bucket. These never wear out. A slew of board games, many never used and tucked under the bed in the spare bedroom. A collection of other items, some pretty high end stuff, like a Roboraptor;

It was used twice I think. I gave it away to friend with a young son, whom I hope enjoys it.

It marks the end of parenting; when gifts of anything more than a check, or cash will go to waste. I hope people do like me and give all this stuff to people who can use them. The Lego's and MatchBox cars and board games can go to friends with younger children, or to Good Will.

Trust me, I don't miss having small children, but it makes me feel older to not have any. I guess I have to come to grips with old age, even though I don't think like I am old. Maybe I should grow up? I doubt it, put me in the ground, then call me an adult. Until then I will blur the line between work and play as much as I possibly can.

Burning Airlines

Give you so much more...

Brian Eno from Taking Tiger Mountain By Strategy.

At the tail end of the 70's I was listening to some radio station in Detroit that played music that you would never hear on a commercial radio station and I heard Brian Eno for the first time. It was like none of the Disco and commercial music I had grown up with. This broke so many musical rules, that I was drawn to it like a moth to a lamp. The off key harmonies are cute, because it feels innocent. Like listening you a child in a 2nd grade play. I nearly wore out the Cassette tape of Tiger Mountain that I had purchased at twice the price of regular albums. I guess I felt compelled to listen to it twice as much.

The use of percussion, out of tune violin, horns, organs and insane guitar still stuns me, even now, 35 years later.

Cooling Is Normal With Global Warming

Ok, the first problem is having people who can't predict the weather next week, thinking it's "normal" to have cooling in a warming trend. The word normal implies you are sure about something, which no one is. They are all guessing, as are "computer models".

This article also contradicts itself by saying good long term data would result in better conclusions and proof, and counting 10, 20 or 100 years is no where near enough time to develop a "trend". It would take more like 5-10 thousand years, if not more. Better get started on that guys.

A Lego Messiah?

It's actually not Leggo, but PlayMobil. I wonder if they do equal time for Buddhist, Muslim and Judaism?

Friday, April 3, 2009

Fannie/Freddie Bonuses

Well, if this doesn't chap my ass, nothing else will. Those are my tax dollars and out of the 7600 employees getting bonuses, I bet a select few will get huge ones.

Th average would be $27,600 each, but you know most of them will get about $500 and a few bastards will get millions. I want my $210 Million back!!! Lets sell off that campus and put these assholes in the shitty empty offices downtown in Crystal City. I sound a little angry, huh?

I Can't Open My Eyes!

People never cease to amaze me.

Dr Who Stuff
That's cute. The new season should start here in the US next Saturday.

More Google Street View Madness

Dude, chill. They are driving down the street taking pictures of the neighborhood, just like anyone else with a Camera can do.

Thursday, April 2, 2009

This Explains A Lot

Sisters Are Good!!

We had 5 boys and one girl in my family, so I guess we deserve to be messed up. All in all, we aren't that bad... I wonder what would be different if one of my brother's had been a sister? Oh, I would have an extra Brother-In-Law!

Don't Hit Me!


Well done Keira..this is pretty disturbing. I am going to find her boyfriend and kick his ass.

Sweden Cuts Pirates

Oh, not that kind. The ones who share music and video via Bit Torrent. It will only piss off the kids, until they find a way around it.

Wednesday, April 1, 2009

Ted Stevens Will Walk..

This is funny because I doubt Stevens will run for office again, so go have a good death. What is even funnier is that all these attorneys prosecuting Stevens were part of the Bush administration. All they had to do was play by the rules and Stevens would finish his time in the clink.,0,838380.story

Oh, wait (conspiracy alert). Could these Bush attorneys have broken the rules on purpose, so Stevens would get off the hook?? Hmmmm. I would not count this out. I am sure Dick Cheney has a firm these guys and go work at.

Seafood Will Kill You

So is being a total showoff brazen asshole...

This is 20 kids who will never eat Salmon.

That Annapolis Thing Was a Waste Of Time

Yeah, Israel doesn't want to bother working towards "peace", let's just keep killing each other. It might help with that overpopulation problem (see below).

Strange these types of stories get no air time in the US?? Oh wait, I forgot. To the US, Israel can "do no wrong".

Too Many People

I can get behind this. We need more wars to cut back all these populations. Less food aid too. Kill a child, save the planet...I get sarcasm. Maybe we should just fuck less, it has worked for me.

Corporate Pranks

Pretty funny!