One Last Update

I'll be on vacation for most of the week. When I get back, I'll update.

A quick aside: DA, I wish you could be there, man. I'm really gonna miss you.

--Weasel, needs this vacation bad

Fuck You, American

Seriously, fuck you.

I refuse to fly your airline ever again. I hope you asshats go bankrupt.

--Weasel, "Someone needs to have their ass fired for this bullshit."

Score!

I got a really cool surprise when I checked the mail today: my Mew DS (which I laid claim to most loudly) was sitting with the rest of the mail.

It's in pretty good shape, for a used game system. I just need to bust out my DS starter kit, which is sitting in a layaway, and find the Mew DS top cover (doink, found it, thanks be to Prime for braving a box forest) I ordered from the Pokémon Center and I'll be ready. Ready to wait for the next six months to pass so I can get my hands on Diamond and Pearl...or more accurately, whichever of the two I will actually play, as Prime will get the other.

Things seem pretty quiet on the job front. My transfer is now in motion. I have no idea when everything will be finalized. It may take a bit; I'm one of a large group of associates who are trying to transfer out. No one enjoys their jobs anymore.

We are hemorrhaging associates. We are down 30 cashiers, have fewer people on the sales floor and in ICS, and the management is now trying like hell to hire new people. Not that they'll last. New associates never last more than a few weeks.

Oh well, enough of the downer. I'm going to admire my DS.

--Weasel, thinking of getting a few DS games to help ease the pain of waiting. Trozei, Nintendogs, maybe Magnetica for Prime if he's good...

Steve Would NOT Approve!

Seriously, stop it.

Acting like this will not bring Steve Irwin back. And do you honestly believe he would approve of this behavior? I sincerely doubt it. So, whoever is doing this: knock it off. NOW.

End of Summer

The calendar may still say summer, but I beg to differ. The leaves are beginning to change, the nights are getting cooler, the days are steadily growing shorter.

This sucks.

I really didn't have a chance to enjoy summer and poof, now it's gone. Never got a chance to hit the pool or the lake. Never got a chance to take a nice, long walk in the park. Never got enough free time to do anything I wanted.

On the bright side, I have vacation (and BotCon!) coming up in a couple of weeks. Gods, how I need the time away.

It'll feel damn good to see my friends again, to hang out, shoot the shit, and forget about my lousy job.

BotCon can't come soon enough.

--Weasel, "Nineteen days and counting."

Fuck You, Disney

Seriously. Fuck you.

And a big old go fuck yourself, Scholastic.

Gods, how I wish another studio had gotten the rights to distribute Studio Ghilbi's films here in the states. Then I could completely cut that craphole called Disney out of my life.

--Weasel, "The Ministry of Truth couldn't be prouder."

Fade to Black

"Conserving koala bears is easy. When it comes to conserving the nasties like spiders, snakes and crocodiles, and things that kill you and eat you, it's a different story to get people to value those animals. People say, 'What the hell are you conserving them for?' and he made a strong contribution in making people think a lot more about the values of conserving these animals."

So long, Steve. I'll miss you. You did one helluva job.

Asshats of the Week

"Out of the Frying Pan" Edition

You did your thing, now serve your time.

Troy Gentry is facing jail time for shooting a caged, tamed bear by the name of Cubby. Yes, a tamed, caged bear. Swift one there, Troy. Your actions earn you an all expenses paid trip to Alaska for a bear hunt. There are a few rules for this, you know: no weapons, no gear, no chance in Hell. We'll see how much of a "real" man you are when Cubby's extended family has a fighting chance. Have fun at the Bear Family Reunion.

Don't quit your day job... oh wait, you did.

Good one, Andrew. Instead of helping Wal-Mart, you've given them another dose of public humiliation. You know, you really shouldn't have quit your day job. Wal-Mart could still use your "help". (Maybe a few more bonebrained comments would finally convince the public at large that it is a very bad thing to shop at the Grinning Monster.) Your comments have earned you a mint-scented enema, so your ass will be minty fresh the next time you wanna speak out of it.

I see drunk people... they don't know they're drunk.

I can't find the words to describe this. Under 21, with a DUI. And caught with pot to boot. At least you didn't kill anyone. You've earned a trip to rehab, where you'll see lots of stoned people. And you can't make them go away.

And people wonder why OJ got off.

These two retards caused a car crash which ended in a driver being injured and his passenger suffering brain damage. What do they get? A couple of slaps on the wrist and a "Now don't you good boys do that again." The judge earns brain surgery (to remove his head from his ass) and the two boys earn a training program a la 1993's classic movie, The Program. Hope you dildos like playing chicken with fast moving cars.

Somebody's hungry for an asswhuppin'.

This moron waits until his host is out of the room, removes dinner from the hot pan, and dunks in the hosts kittens. I would say this guy was acting stupid, but it blatantly apparent that this is anything but an act. Idiot boy has earned his dumb ass a cheap, no frills neutering: one lit stick of dynamite and the order to count to ten. (Hey, it's more than obvious that this dipshit couldn't count to ten without the aid of both hands. >:)

That's about all the asshattery I can take for one week. So until next time remember, if you don't want the "honor" of being on this list, don't be an asshat.

CBS = Complete Bull Shit

Film at 11.

An exorcism pilot. Inspired by the life of that fucking Liar Bob Larson. Great CBS. Just go ahead and merge with Fox. You're obviously full of the exact same shit as News Corp.

I appreciate my books and my Game Boy Advance SP much more these days. They're not so full of steaming piles of bovine excrement.

--Weasel, now understanding the need for "TV Turn-Off Week".

Dying of Cute Here!

Check out the latest Diamond and Pearl video, which has footage of the starters. Man, this only makes me want the game even more!

I was seriously thinking I would take the Penguin. I even had a nickname picked out for the little guy: Break. The Turtle (or whatever it is) didn't impress me at all (since it's kinda on the fugly side) and I don't do Monkeys. Monkeys are only good for a lowbrow joke that usually involves flinging poop and that's it. Or so I thought.

Not this time.

Damn you, Nintendo. Damn you, Game Freak. You made that Monkey sound so adorable and so cute that I want the blasted thing as my starter! And to top it all off, it's a Fire type. (Sigh...) I'm screwed.

Anyone know a decent name for a Monkey?

--Weasel, "And no, I'm not calling it Optimus Minor!"

The Terror Plot

Let's be honest here; one plot has been foiled. Great. But how many others are in the making? We've "won" this round, but the "war" is far from over.

There were two different attacks on the WTC; one involved a truck bomb, the other involved airliners. If you honestly think that stopping one plot has made us any safer, you're mistaken. The terrorists are just going to keep trying until they succeed.

--Weasel, not flying anytime soon.

How to Spot a Terrorist

If he's sipping Pepsi before boarding an airline flight, he's a terrorist.

This public service announcement brought to you by:

--Weasel, keeping our skies safe.

Summertime Blues

This has not been a good summer.

For the third time in as many months, I'm fighting off another cold. Three weeks ago, I was trying to fight off dehydration and exhaustion (both heat related; I still end up with a few dizzy spells from it all). Prime and I had a pretty bad exchange over the phone last Friday which led to me having a 20 minute crying jag at work. But the absolute worst? On Sunday, July 23, my mother called me and told me one of my aunts had died of cancer. I spent quite a few weekends at her place with her younger daughter while I was a tweenager.

All I want to do right now is scream.

I'm fighting off flashbacks from this past December, the heat (which broke recently, thank Primus!) has gotten both Prime and myself so frazzled that we had been snapping at each other (we don't have central a/c), our finances hit rock bottom last month and my wonderful job has been giving me shit schedules for the past few weeks.... if they even remember to stick me on the schedule, that is.

I want to scream, cry, throw a fit like a two year old until I'm so emotionally emptied out that I can't even stand, let alone walk.

I can't do that, though.

If I start, I may not stop for a very long time.

I hope August is better.

--Weasel, who wants to skip straight to September and BotCon...

The Continuing Crisis in the Middle East

You know, this really isn't anything new. It's the exact same thing, just a different day.

--Weasel, unsure whether to laugh or cry seeing this crap yet again....

The Coolest Thing Ever...!

I'm having a nerd-gasm over here!


Nintendo, stop torturing me! You know Pokémon is my crack! I need a hit... badly! ;)

It Keeps Getting Better....

He's still trying to defend himself.

Not just once, but twice.

(Soap box time: It does suck that the poor guy's personal info got posted. Don't stoop to the level of StoptheACLU.org, people. We don't want to end up using the same bullying tactics as our critics, okay? Okay. Now I'll get off the soap box.)

But in some sick, twisted way, I can't help but find this quote funny:

It is often the case that one person ruins the fun of many isn't it?

Not really, dude. I'm still here laughing my ass off. But I am sick and twisted that way.

--Weasel, who can't help but find the whole fiasco really, really funny.

Maximum PWNAG3

Ya gotta feel sorry for this guy.

First, he's suckered by The Onion.* Warning, sensitive readers may be shocked by the image preceding the main article. Just a quick "head's up".

Then he tries to defend himself and fails.

He tries a second vain attempt to defend himself, which just makes him look stupid. (Yeah, blame 'duh libuhrul skoolz'. Seriously, this is like a bad "You Might Be a Redneck" joke. So, how's that fifth grade GED working out for ya, Bubba?)

I'll be the first to admit, I've been suckered a few times. I've had brain farts (some big ones too, I might add), but this just takes the damn cake. I don't think I can add much more to this other than a shitload of derisive laughter.

--Weasel, "Seriously, keep blogging for the pro-lifers. You're a huge credit to their cause."

Hell in a Handbasket

Okay, remember the little problem I had last time I updated?

It's baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack!

I have a schedule for next week, but not the week after. My name is not on the board at all. Again. (The only reason I'm working this week is because I jumped through a few dozen hoops to get a head cashier to write me out a schedule.) It's a different co-manager that's running the schedules, but apparently he's just as damned incompetent as the last one.

I'd slam my head into a wall, but hell, what's the damn point anymore?

Slag

Just a quick update. I'm going to be really busy this week, so ten to one, I won't be able to update for a bit. Before I leave on my little absence, I'll share with you how screwed up my job really is:

Remember KB? Well, she had her baby and is now on maternity leave. KB was the one who did all the scheduling. The job went to a co-manager.

He has no fucking idea what the fuck he's doing. So, he lets the computer do all the scheduling.

The schedules are now insanely fucked up. Mine included. I'll have to go into work on Monday in order to fix next week's schedule. (Did I mention I'm not on it... at all?)

And this is a goddamned co-manager. A classic case of how to succeed in business without a fucking brain.

--Weasel, "Sad, ain't it?"

She's Lost It

Then again, she never had it to begin with.

--Weasel, "You go, girl."