Archive for February, 2006

Enron: a reflection of emmerka

Tuesday, February 28th, 2006

so today i took some time to watch Enron: smartest guys in the room and it not only was entertaining and enlightening, but depressing… but that doesnt make sense. let me explain.

my world view is skewed… the current administration has become a string of fuck ups tied together with knots of scandal. Iraq, torture, Harriet Miers, Katrina, wire tapping, Dubai [and to think a blowjob seemed like an impeachable offense]…. but i guess that’s just this last term. gotta respect the reelection on the platform of “partiotism” against a pitiful opponent to boost your confidence.

but anyway: Enron shows a tie to the administration while reflecting the greed saturating emmerka [i believe America will return when the president can pronounce it... or has an approval rating of over 40%]. the film describes, very clearly even for someone financially retarded, how the top execs of Enron created a bankrupt pile of shit from a multibillion dollar company in just 10 years [from a 65 million dollar company in just 24 days]. it outlines how Enron used structured financing, false profit reports, and rolling blackouts in California to pad their wallets.

while they become the 2nd largest land owner in colorado [one exec did this after leading an Enron subset and taking $250 million before resigning] the retirement pensions and 401ks are drained of almost 5 billion dollars.

it reminds me of how we are all losing touch with each other [even with more ways to interact than ever before] to the point that we’re unable to look beyond our own concerns. everyone has their price and for some that price is very low. big business will continue to manipulate because the government and media allow it to happen. does anyone care that the media is controlled by 5 [probly soon to be less] companies and doesnt have the balls to ask hard questions or when they do are diverted by the claim of “classified”?

what’s your price? how much to steal money from your grandma? how much to not ask questions of your boss? how much to mute that voice telling you you’re fucking up?

… you wouldnt you say? … wrong. that’s juss cause no one’s offered anything high enough yet.

ps… no worries. posts will revert back to thoughtless ramblings

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sweet nectar of the obese

Sunday, February 26th, 2006

so alcohol and i have issues.. have for awhile, but while chillin at blarn watchin twelve mile band i was reminded how funny alcohol can be. the drinks get in some folk and they get stupid. i’m not going to pretend to have a clue what actually went on, but what follows is a series of events i saw go down last night:

guy dancing all over the floor (wearin a sweater for those who were there) gives some blonde a hug on his way back from the bathroom… she’s not impressed. skip ahead. he comes back around and appears to spill either on or on something owned by the dude this girl is with. i’ll help you picture this guy… blue t-shirt, about 200 – 250 lbs, maybe 6 ft tall… and not fat big, we’re talkin big big. the guy gets pissed and grabs his coat and moves over to the sidebar.

while this goes down blonde freaks out. grabs her purse, grabs her coat, and starts screaming something. she walks over to blue tshirt and starts yellin. i guess she wanted to leave and he had just bought a couple beers so he (logically) was chillin til they were cashed. maybe she thought for some reason he should take on sweater. either way tshirt seems to have taken the high road and walked away from it.

now… while blonde is still bitchin a bigger guy in blue stripes starts talkin to sweater cause i think he was a buddy of tshirt. sweater is about 5′ 9″, 150 lbs, and scrawny… this would be a fun matchup to watch if you like watchin elephants trample their trainers. too bad it didnt come to blows like i hoped. instead the green shirts came in and seperated stripes from sweater. sweater went back to sittin by the fireplace watchin the show and stripes went to chill w/ tshirt over at the sidebar til the beers were gone. blonde seemed to keep bitching for another 10 mins.

now picture this situation sans-booze. sweater wouldnt have been dancin around and probly wouldnt have kept wanderin over to blonde. the beer wouldnt have been there to spill and tshirt wouldnt have had to stick around until his beers were gone. blonde probly wouldn’t have been such a bitch and stripes wouldnt have felt the need to get in the mix.

i figure the situation would have been completely defused if there was a situation at all. thank you miller, budweiser, or in this case (because of $1.50 PBRs) pabst for all your help making my weekends entertaining. and thanks to twelve mile for providing a soundtrack.

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cell phones

Saturday, February 25th, 2006

i can’t stand cell phones. probably the worst thing to happen to the public since tv, but just as (if not more) addicting. i have never had a cool phone. don’t care much because i don’t like talking on it. that and due to the haunting image of a flip phone breaking at the hinge after only being dropped from someone’s pocket i don’t feel they’d hold up to my conversational habits. but recently i have become semi-obsessed w/ getting a new cell because i seem to be using it more and have a growing distaste for my current phone.

Here’s the phone i was looking at, but don’t know if you’ll be able to peep the link or not. either way it’s an LG F7200. a hundred fifty cheaper than the slvr and fifty cheaper than that razr everyone’s pickin up. i can upgrade to a nation-wide plan finally [for those not in the know mine's a local to SE WI and pretty much sucks cacksack because for just like $10 more than i'm paying i'd have nation-wide with approx. the same minutes and texting] while still avoiding the lame ass camera-phone bullshit.

i guess it’s between that one or the silver razr cause i lack the social skills to do anything on my own unless directed by multi-million dollar advertising campaigns. i figure it’s about time i enter the current millenium and to that i leave with a question: anyone want to hit a cingular store to play with some phones?

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moving and boxes

Wednesday, February 22nd, 2006

so i started at Two Men & a Truck a bit ago… gettin used to the gettin up early and the lifting of random household items and such. but today was interesting in many ways.

started like any other… left and made the way to the first location and started moving shit around. the squirrely little husband asked us about unloading the truck they had overzealously loaded the night before. not a good sign. fast forward. everything loaded and at the second location…. as we pull up the brother-in-law is trying to get us to park on a part of the driveway that would put all 4 wheels on ice… moron. sign #2. so the driver parks the truck on the only ice-less patch that happens to mean he knocks the hell out of a tree with the truck. fast forward again. get to their large screen tv that they had signed a release of liability on and as i’m lifting my arm starts to feel weak and i know i won’t make it up the second flight of stairs. here’s where shit gets awesome.

i set the tv down on the first landing outside the house and take a second. tell chris i can’t get a grip right now and needed either a second or another way. the brother-in-law comes to the rescue all puffed up and ready to show some guns. asks if we needed help a couple times and the second time i’m game thinkin he’s got fresh arms. retrospect says bad idea. while he’s lifting the tv i move out of the way onto the driveway and miss the fall, but from accounts from the other mover he (brother-in-law) was adjusting his grip and it slipped down onto his foot, knocking off a 2 inch corner from the base on the tv. i come in to help him get it up the rest of the stairs and into position. the box (wife: i’ll describe her later) says “as long as it works i don’t really care” <--notice the "s. the whole process of moving the tv -- truck to placement in house -- was less than 10 mins.

fast forward once again… we’ve got everything else loaded and in place and are looking to have forms completed. the mini-man of a husband comes out upset lookin for a discount because of the tv and the tree. i start closing up the truck as the office is called and things are starting to get settled. driver comes out to the truck to explain what’s goin on because they’re on the phone and such. he goes back up to work things out and i hear the following:

husband: are we ok with $50??
box: NO!! They didnt finish their job so i don’t want to pay anything!! (as i’m down the driveway hearing her screech as clear as day)

and the discussion continues. they call up the office some more and we finally get a signature and head on our way.

so the wife… she’s a classy gal with all the sarcasm i can muster. as we’re at the first place she’s nice as hell… moving shit of her own. wearin some sort of brown velure that screams i’m middle-class, but like to think i’m upper-class. she obviously has control in the relationship cause the hubby probly couldnt get much better and knows it. her story not only completely changed from beginning to after loading, but she seemed like a box comin further and further out the attic. if i marry some skirt like this lady i might as well end shit quick with some bungy jumping or chute-less sky diving.

the next lady was super sweet and made the day less annoying, but still an interesting turn of events since when i get back to the office i find out that these doucheguzzlers were first upset about the tv which they had signed off on, then the truck hitting the tree which they couldn’t put a value on, and then claimed i stood around for 15 mins so they wanted a quarter of an hr of one mover refunded on their bill (about $10). what a classy gang of socio-economically confused mentally stalled folk.

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