I heard on NPR this morning that the federal excise tax, the 3% tax on every phone bill in the United States (except WATS lines, Red Cross phones, and a couple others) originated to pay off the Spanish-American war.
Dear IRS:
I want my money back.
Thanks:
John
I'm something of a political agnostic until I realize I'm being taken for about $6 every month. $72 each year just from me. ...Not cool, Uncle Sam.
This blog has nothing to do with slogans. What would the three word slogan be for that? No Slogan Blog.
Monday, January 30, 2006
Monday, January 23, 2006
Crawling
My youngest little man crawled for the first time this weekend. He made it from one side of the living room to the other. We'd been working with him on crawling and it's obvious he wants to be mobile. He was pretty tired out from it so he didn't make the return trip but I expect to see a massive clean up at the homefront to combat the dangers of a mobile (almost) 7 month old.
Thursday, January 19, 2006
This just in
This just in, said person just got fired by his foreman. He was quite upset when he made it to my office and after his talk with the big boss he started on me about how he rode with somebody else and "this is messed up" being that he doesn't have a ride home.
Me, in all my tact, replied, "I'm not sure how I'm even part of this situation."
Later, that same morning (as in just now)
He sits down in my office and pulls out the paperwork I drew up, unfolds it, and says, "Let's see what this cocksucker wrote."
To which I replied, "I'm the cocksucker that wrote that, I just wrote down what he told me."
He mumbled some bullshit to which I replied, "If you have any issues with it you need to talk to [our boss's name here.]"
He said he didn't need to do that and continued to mumble a bunch of bullshit.
I'm not really in the mood for a bunch of mumbling bullshit so I started to give him a piece of my mind. After saying his name, as one would address another person, he walked away. I have no idea where he is and really don't care.
Once again, work and personal life are colliding.
Me, in all my tact, replied, "I'm not sure how I'm even part of this situation."
Later, that same morning (as in just now)
He sits down in my office and pulls out the paperwork I drew up, unfolds it, and says, "Let's see what this cocksucker wrote."
To which I replied, "I'm the cocksucker that wrote that, I just wrote down what he told me."
He mumbled some bullshit to which I replied, "If you have any issues with it you need to talk to [our boss's name here.]"
He said he didn't need to do that and continued to mumble a bunch of bullshit.
I'm not really in the mood for a bunch of mumbling bullshit so I started to give him a piece of my mind. After saying his name, as one would address another person, he walked away. I have no idea where he is and really don't care.
Once again, work and personal life are colliding.
"You’re killing independent George" - George Costanza - Seinfeld
Title Screen
I woke up in a bad mood this morning. Our downstairs neighbor left a movie on last night and we were blessed with the booming bass of the title screen music all night. The sticky parts of this situation are:
We have a 5 year old son whose room is directly above said person's apartment.
Our bedroom which also houses a 6 month old is directly above said person's apartment.
Said person is an employee of mine.
I feel the best course of action at this point would be to fight fire with fire. I have talked to him about this situation in the past, the police have talked to him on several occasions, and he simply doesn't understand logic. I just might make the trek to get my bass amp out of storage. I've been hankering to play my bass anyway and with 700 Watts RMS and twin 15" subs it just might make him realize that other people's bass is not always welcome in your living area. I just so happen to have the Johnny Cash box set and plenty of Merle Haggard to pump through that rig.
We have a 5 year old son whose room is directly above said person's apartment.
Our bedroom which also houses a 6 month old is directly above said person's apartment.
Said person is an employee of mine.
I feel the best course of action at this point would be to fight fire with fire. I have talked to him about this situation in the past, the police have talked to him on several occasions, and he simply doesn't understand logic. I just might make the trek to get my bass amp out of storage. I've been hankering to play my bass anyway and with 700 Watts RMS and twin 15" subs it just might make him realize that other people's bass is not always welcome in your living area. I just so happen to have the Johnny Cash box set and plenty of Merle Haggard to pump through that rig.
Wednesday, January 18, 2006
Moose
I've been reading this guys blog about life in Alaska and it just occurred to me. Why don't the Moose of Alaska move south? What is it about the cold that they love? I mean, other than wide open spaces, free range, and fewer people to kill them, but other than that, what is stopping them? Is there a fence or are they just that dumb?
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