tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-118587292024-03-12T21:18:26.487-07:00Homo Ono6 Carloads of Garbage and MeHomo Onohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07409454827854533562noreply@blogger.comBlogger70125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11858729.post-69652564288037252212009-03-02T18:18:00.000-08:002009-03-02T19:01:41.212-08:00I'm on hiatusMeanwhile listen to this:<br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2Pigs4XFqDA&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2Pigs4XFqDA&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object><br />Towa Tei - Mind WallHomo Onohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07409454827854533562noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11858729.post-35039512286357199632008-12-29T03:11:00.000-08:002008-12-29T03:12:00.126-08:00I Want to Be Evil<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tQ5VaBgXzuM&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tQ5VaBgXzuM&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Homo Onohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07409454827854533562noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11858729.post-10341074489450851332008-12-10T19:01:00.000-08:002008-12-10T19:06:19.944-08:00ScratchingIf you google image my real name this is one of the photos you get on page 1:<img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 294px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpqnh-fEfYXkIeqsPgn5rPXVbtLkWiiBSijoB-4lizzqeeC67Leb6t4N1C7DrOr4WeNcWltjFpq3VSK8u9gkpjT7mY-S2VvTvvzX94fBoASVIH7J70LhBWAsC9TR-5kZJaYtNl5w/s320/bedpost.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278362912423595490" /><div>Is it supposed to be my bedpost or am I one of the marks?</div><div><br /></div><div>(And yes, I had a completely legitimate reason for google imaging myself.)</div><div><br /><br /></div>Homo Onohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07409454827854533562noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11858729.post-7129624312632962972008-10-31T04:28:00.001-07:002008-10-31T04:28:46.028-07:00Cancel Out Your Neighbors<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UQvw8rvcQxg&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UQvw8rvcQxg&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Homo Onohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07409454827854533562noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11858729.post-11667761676431707152008-09-17T19:26:00.002-07:002008-09-17T19:30:14.452-07:00Not Photoshopped<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/b_wayne/2866156875/" title="Not Photoshop by B Wayne, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3075/2866156875_4b6ac57c40.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="Not Photoshop" /></a>Homo Onohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07409454827854533562noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11858729.post-57754551138971654122008-08-15T03:52:00.000-07:002008-08-15T04:03:25.793-07:00The Soundtrack to Me<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7TMoy6DNTO4&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7TMoy6DNTO4&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br />Stereolab- Fluorescenses<br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Tb5T-BT68ZU&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Tb5T-BT68ZU&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object><br />Stereolab- Miss Modular<br /><br />What better to play on my birthday?Homo Onohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07409454827854533562noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11858729.post-46673781112336588722008-08-15T03:48:00.001-07:002008-08-15T03:49:50.076-07:00...to me<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1A7ImqPcN08W_L4pVDQcur579Nc9dKXt6gQfTThIOs-1vNlSTMzOBqLPGJQyBqCC2oU6hdQIBhuxwZ96gL0iFFFHQRQLKXBFI7PZ9BTKQNfGX9Vytez2N1cUf995IKUaLlnlZcg/s1600-h/HappyBirthdayCakeFire.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1A7ImqPcN08W_L4pVDQcur579Nc9dKXt6gQfTThIOs-1vNlSTMzOBqLPGJQyBqCC2oU6hdQIBhuxwZ96gL0iFFFHQRQLKXBFI7PZ9BTKQNfGX9Vytez2N1cUf995IKUaLlnlZcg/s320/HappyBirthdayCakeFire.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234694771188777522" border="0" /></a>Homo Onohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07409454827854533562noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11858729.post-67012569151313773152008-08-08T04:19:00.000-07:002008-08-08T04:23:24.977-07:00The National - Apartment Story<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RnI28bdZylM&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RnI28bdZylM&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Homo Onohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07409454827854533562noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11858729.post-74588741675859883352008-08-08T04:13:00.000-07:002008-08-08T04:19:14.953-07:00I agree but when I post this on line does it make a noise?<p> </p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr-FsSDKK5lpIEn_2KBlaLgeL3XN-UJwW6JgD6vthSOivK8M09JM3XbT9p1xzHkSP8GLRiNV7vgZhzWUJgfMQ-Ov9ZF3IAPhcmk-GKuNJmQdfq4QvH7DPJ4D5z61LbD4x2iOrm/s1600-h/michaeljosephgross.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr-FsSDKK5lpIEn_2KBlaLgeL3XN-UJwW6JgD6vthSOivK8M09JM3XbT9p1xzHkSP8GLRiNV7vgZhzWUJgfMQ-Ov9ZF3IAPhcmk-GKuNJmQdfq4QvH7DPJ4D5z61LbD4x2iOrm/s200/michaeljosephgross.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231758382168798306" border="0" /></a>"As a normative way of socializing for gay men, online cruising is a disaster. We need to recognize its effects -- including its tendency to isolate us, encourage objectification, and diminish our sense of life’s nonsexual possibilities -- as disasters. We need to recognize that too many of us, too much of the time, are cruising online because it is easier and feels safer than thinking about the love we are missing and the power we do not have. Too many of us, too much of the time, are cruising online because it’s easier and feels safer than mustering the courage, patience, discipline, and imagination required to help ourselves and each other become the men that, in our strongest moments, we want to be.<br /><br />"Gary Cohan, a physician who treats half of A-list gay Hollywood, says we have to start thinking in a deliberate way about what normal social interaction consists of. “For a long time,” Cohan says, “it has been considered normal to be on the Net. We need to start thinking, That’s not normal.”<br /><br />"We need to put our heads together and try to figure out what we want normative social life to look like. Whatever the answer turns out to be, it will involve creating social structures that serve and gratify our desire to have sex with each other and also promote and support the possibility of developing and sustaining intimate relationships. Gay men came close to the goal of building such a society when they were hit with the plague of AIDS. That generation learned the rewards of sacrifice and of setting limits on the place of sex in our culture. But to those of us who were children or teenagers during the epidemic, AIDS made coming out so scary that we preferred to avoid getting too involved in our gay forefathers’ world.<br /><br />"And along came the Internet, a tool that let us build gay lives without having to get very involved with older people -- not that, if we’d wanted to, there were a whole lot of them still living. Now, though, it seems our avoidance has created a different kind of society, more isolating, more brutal, and weaker. We still don’t know how to have enduring relationships. We still don’t have examples. We still don’t have mentors. We still don’t have courtship rituals. We are still getting HIV.<br /><br />"We celebrate the fact that we’re out to the straight world, even though the only thing that means, in many cases, is that they know we’re gay.<br /><br />"When we logged on, I don’t think most of us realized we were creating new secret lives. I don’t think we knew what we were getting into. But we got into it. For most of us, this is not working. And if it’s not working for you, then it’s time to get off."<br />- Michael Joseph Gross, in an <a href="http://www.out.com/detail.asp?page=1&id=24005"><span style="font-style: italic;">Out Magazine</span> story</a> titled <span style="font-style: italic;">Has Manhunt Destroyed Gay Culture?<br /><br /></span><h3 class="post-title">via Joe.My.God</h3><a href="http://joemygod.blogspot.com"> joemygod.blogspot.com</a>Homo Onohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07409454827854533562noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11858729.post-26853664577697526392008-08-01T04:57:00.000-07:002008-08-01T04:58:26.079-07:00Situation resolvedSort of.<br />No more sad Tuesdays.Homo Onohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07409454827854533562noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11858729.post-3553087628752499592008-07-29T18:01:00.000-07:002008-07-29T18:28:56.193-07:00Song for a Sad Tuesday<object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6oLk2RGbJ-M&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6oLk2RGbJ-M&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object><br />Okkervil River- No Key, No Plan<br /><br /><br />My long absence from this spot was because of....<br />you've already guessed it<br />...work.<br /><br />I will not bore you with the details of how many hours I've worked or how many tragic meetings I've been in. I've just been busy. But there is one situation I will detail:<br /><br />For the last two weeks, I have gone out of my way, bent over backwards and taken great pains to keep secret a great mistake of a coworker. I have tried everything I could to keep from exposing the mistake, hoping that she would come forward and accept responsibility. She has been given every opportunity to do so. However, she did not and what has resulted is a situation where the company will now owe a large sum of money to a supplier to cover expenses for the mistake. Her superior is refusing to cover those and at whose feet do they now fall? Mine. She messed up. I tried to cover for her. When the situation grew so bad that I needed to tell her boss, the boss did not take the time to have a one on one meeting as I requested so that I could explain. The boss wrote the whole thing off as a miscommunication on my part because mistake-maker took no responsibility.<br /><br />There is no way to sum this whole story up in a few words suitable for a blog but if I tried they would go something like this:<br /><br />I tried to do something nice. I got screwed. Such is life. People suck. Amen.Homo Onohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07409454827854533562noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11858729.post-41631686987764690882008-07-28T05:08:00.000-07:002008-07-28T05:21:15.684-07:00These are the days when I wonder why I live in Texas<table style="width: 392px; height: 841px;" id="f2" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"><tbody><tr><td width="15%"><table id="f2" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"><tbody><tr bg="" style="color: rgb(241, 244, 245);"><td style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" colspan="3"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Dallas</span><br /></td> <td style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="blkVerdanaText10" align="center" valign="middle" width="100%"><br /></td> <td class="blkVerdanaText10" align="center" valign="middle" width="100%"><br /></td></tr></tbody></table>Today<br />Jul 28</td> <td width="10%"><img src="http://image.weather.com/web/common/wxicons/31/34.gif" border="0" height="31" width="31" /></td> <td width="35%">Mostly Sunny</td> <td align="center" width="25%"><b>105°/78°</b></td> <td align="center" width="15%"><br /></td> </tr> <tr> <td class="f2a"><span class="blkVerdanaText10">Tue<br />Jul 29</span></td> <td class="f2a"><img src="http://image.weather.com/web/common/wxicons/31/30.gif" border="0" height="31" width="31" /></td> <td class="f2a"><span class="blkVerdanaText10">Partly Cloudy</span></td> <td class="f2a" align="center"><span class="blkVerdanaText10"><b>102°/78°</b></span></td> <td class="f2a" align="center"><br /></td> </tr> <tr> <td><span class="blkVerdanaText10">Wed<br />Jul 30</span></td> <td><img src="http://image.weather.com/web/common/wxicons/31/30.gif" border="0" height="31" width="31" /></td> <td><span class="blkVerdanaText10">Partly Cloudy</span></td> <td align="center"><span class="blkVerdanaText10"><b>102°/79°</b></span></td> <td align="center"><br /></td> </tr> <tr> <td class="f2a"><span class="blkVerdanaText10">Thu<br />Jul 31</span></td> <td class="f2a"><img src="http://image.weather.com/web/common/wxicons/31/34.gif" border="0" height="31" width="31" /></td> <td class="f2a"><span class="blkVerdanaText10">Mostly Sunny</span></td> <td class="f2a" align="center"><span class="blkVerdanaText10"><b>102°/79°</b></span></td> <td class="f2a" align="center"><br /></td> </tr> <tr> <td><span class="blkVerdanaText10">Fri<br />Aug 01</span></td> <td><img src="http://image.weather.com/web/common/wxicons/31/30.gif" border="0" height="31" width="31" /></td> <td><span class="blkVerdanaText10">Partly Cloudy</span></td> <td align="center"><span class="blkVerdanaText10"><b>102°/78°</b></span></td> <td align="center"><br /></td> </tr> <tr> <td class="f2a"><span class="blkVerdanaText10">Sat<br />Aug 02</span></td> <td class="f2a"><img src="http://image.weather.com/web/common/wxicons/31/34.gif" border="0" height="31" width="31" /></td> <td class="f2a"><span class="blkVerdanaText10">Mostly Sunny</span></td> <td class="f2a" align="center"><span class="blkVerdanaText10"><b>101°/77°</b></span></td> <td class="f2a" align="center"><br /></td> </tr> <tr> <td><span class="blkVerdanaText10">Sun<br />Aug 03</span></td> <td><img src="http://image.weather.com/web/common/wxicons/31/34.gif" border="0" height="31" width="31" /></td> <td><span class="blkVerdanaText10">Mostly Sunny</span></td> <td align="center"><span class="blkVerdanaText10"><b>101°/78°</b></span></td> <td align="center"><br /></td> </tr> <tr> <td class="f2a"><span class="blkVerdanaText10">Mon<br />Aug 04</span></td> <td class="f2a"><img src="http://image.weather.com/web/common/wxicons/31/34.gif" border="0" height="31" width="31" /></td> <td class="f2a"><span class="blkVerdanaText10">Mostly Sunny</span></td> <td class="f2a" align="center"><span class="blkVerdanaText10"><b>99°/78°</b></span></td> <td class="f2a" align="center"><br /></td> </tr> <tr> <td><span class="blkVerdanaText10">Tue<br />Aug 05</span></td> <td><img src="http://image.weather.com/web/common/wxicons/31/32.gif" border="0" height="31" width="31" /></td> <td><span class="blkVerdanaText10">Sunny</span></td> <td align="center"><span class="blkVerdanaText10"><b>100°/77°</b></span></td> <td align="center"><br /></td> </tr> <tr> <td class="f2a"><span class="blkVerdanaText10">Wed<br />Aug 06</span></td> <td class="f2a"><img src="http://image.weather.com/web/common/wxicons/31/30.gif" border="0" height="31" width="31" /></td> <td class="f2a"><span class="blkVerdanaText10">Partly Cloudy</span></td> <td class="f2a" align="center"><span class="blkVerdanaText10"><b>98°/76°</b></span></td> <td class="f2a" align="center"><br /></td> </tr> <!-- end loop --> <tr><td colspan="5" class="inDentA"><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">For the Fahrenheit impaired: </span><br /><b></b><table style="width: 420px; height: 386px;" id="f2" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"><tbody><tr><td width="15%">Today<br />Jul 28</td> <td width="10%"><img src="http://image.weather.com/web/common/wxicons/31/34.gif" border="0" height="31" width="31" /></td> <td width="35%">Mostly Sunny</td> <td align="center" width="25%"><b>41°/26°</b></td> <td align="center" width="15%"><br /></td> </tr> <tr> <td class="f2a"><span class="blkVerdanaText10">Tue<br />Jul 29</span></td> <td class="f2a"><img src="http://image.weather.com/web/common/wxicons/31/30.gif" border="0" height="31" width="31" /></td> <td class="f2a"><span class="blkVerdanaText10">Partly Cloudy</span></td> <td class="f2a" align="center"><span class="blkVerdanaText10"><b>39°/26°</b></span></td> <td class="f2a" align="center"><br /></td> </tr> <tr> <td><span class="blkVerdanaText10">Wed<br />Jul 30</span></td> <td><img src="http://image.weather.com/web/common/wxicons/31/30.gif" border="0" height="31" width="31" /></td> <td><span class="blkVerdanaText10">Partly Cloudy</span></td> <td align="center"><span class="blkVerdanaText10"><b>39°/26°</b></span></td> <td align="center"><br /></td> </tr> <tr> <td class="f2a"><span class="blkVerdanaText10">Thu<br />Jul 31</span></td> <td class="f2a"><img src="http://image.weather.com/web/common/wxicons/31/34.gif" border="0" height="31" width="31" /></td> <td class="f2a"><span class="blkVerdanaText10">Mostly Sunny</span></td> <td class="f2a" align="center"><span class="blkVerdanaText10"><b>39°/26°</b></span></td> <td class="f2a" align="center"><br /></td> </tr> <tr> <td><span class="blkVerdanaText10">Fri<br />Aug 01</span></td> <td><img src="http://image.weather.com/web/common/wxicons/31/30.gif" border="0" height="31" width="31" /></td> <td><span class="blkVerdanaText10">Partly Cloudy</span></td> <td align="center"><span class="blkVerdanaText10"><b>39°/26°</b></span></td> <td align="center"><br /></td> </tr> <tr> <td class="f2a"><span class="blkVerdanaText10">Sat<br />Aug 02</span></td> <td class="f2a"><img src="http://image.weather.com/web/common/wxicons/31/34.gif" border="0" height="31" width="31" /></td> <td class="f2a"><span class="blkVerdanaText10">Mostly Sunny</span></td> <td class="f2a" align="center"><span class="blkVerdanaText10"><b>38°/25°</b></span></td> <td class="f2a" align="center"><br /></td> </tr> <tr> <td><span class="blkVerdanaText10">Sun<br />Aug 03</span></td> <td><img src="http://image.weather.com/web/common/wxicons/31/34.gif" border="0" height="31" width="31" /></td> <td><span class="blkVerdanaText10">Mostly Sunny</span></td> <td align="center"><span class="blkVerdanaText10"><b>38°/26°</b></span></td> <td align="center"><br /></td> </tr> <tr> <td class="f2a"><span class="blkVerdanaText10">Mon<br />Aug 04</span></td> <td class="f2a"><img src="http://image.weather.com/web/common/wxicons/31/34.gif" border="0" height="31" width="31" /></td> <td class="f2a"><span class="blkVerdanaText10">Mostly Sunny</span></td> <td class="f2a" align="center"><span class="blkVerdanaText10"><b>37°/26°</b></span></td> <td class="f2a" align="center"><br /></td> </tr> <tr> <td><span class="blkVerdanaText10">Tue<br />Aug 05</span></td> <td><img src="http://image.weather.com/web/common/wxicons/31/32.gif" border="0" height="31" width="31" /></td> <td><span class="blkVerdanaText10">Sunny</span></td> <td align="center"><span class="blkVerdanaText10"><b>38°/25°</b></span></td> <td align="center"><br /></td> </tr> <tr> <td class="f2a"><span class="blkVerdanaText10">Wed<br />Aug 06</span></td> <td class="f2a"><img src="http://image.weather.com/web/common/wxicons/31/30.gif" border="0" height="31" width="31" /></td> <td class="f2a"><span class="blkVerdanaText10">Partly Cloudy</span></td> <td class="f2a" align="center"><span class="blkVerdanaText10"><b>37°/24°</b></span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /></td></tr></tbody></table>Homo Onohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07409454827854533562noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11858729.post-60605328948419240922008-05-23T03:29:00.000-07:002008-05-23T03:57:13.498-07:00Back to SchoolThis video was apparently made as a school project. If you can end up with results like this, I want to take the class:<br /><br /><object height="355" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XcI0jT1kE3A&hl=en"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XcI0jT1kE3A&hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br />One of my absolute favorite Spoon songs, Finer Feelings.<br /><br />I have been working part time on a video about the robots that deliver my mail at work. I may never finish it. I find working with video so limiting. Anyone know of some great video editing software that I should try?Homo Onohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07409454827854533562noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11858729.post-26578083992564770062008-05-21T21:21:00.000-07:002008-05-21T21:28:32.558-07:00I'm back.The roof of the Hyatt Regency Hotel in Hangzhou is covered with marbles.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimKNuObhQm0123g_BmrHPjRSE1FkefCjmq_mHQV-OldE9u3MjQwhQ-pNYOLsrQMQIvrBm0xrhdOsUjiDh2sowlXfDm_JH64XCBNEskoNHTxlhZBxC5OieZQOfBEVimfMeu2Md24A/s1600-h/IMG_1498.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimKNuObhQm0123g_BmrHPjRSE1FkefCjmq_mHQV-OldE9u3MjQwhQ-pNYOLsrQMQIvrBm0xrhdOsUjiDh2sowlXfDm_JH64XCBNEskoNHTxlhZBxC5OieZQOfBEVimfMeu2Md24A/s320/IMG_1498.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203052960175784802" border="0" /></a><br />Hundreds of thousands of marbles.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4INsjAFut9mm6QYciFqBInNRqVquGM0RQbPRuRd0_w7DsGoi_Ra5auBUhidcgfv6NLEEGdohE7TcXQFp_gXk8xNOdAoZrVuOw8saJ38ocjYK2Ri_xPHjBIO1cVui5nREdcH7qBg/s1600-h/IMG_1497.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4INsjAFut9mm6QYciFqBInNRqVquGM0RQbPRuRd0_w7DsGoi_Ra5auBUhidcgfv6NLEEGdohE7TcXQFp_gXk8xNOdAoZrVuOw8saJ38ocjYK2Ri_xPHjBIO1cVui5nREdcH7qBg/s320/IMG_1497.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203053290888266610" border="0" /></a><br />Just thought you'd like to know.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdMR9UqxIvo65yiKLuVU0pnD2qhw4p5ZSCIvV8xsvuiJB8Moo9c9C_O0X064vdi4doUxBsWPM6Vm9PSy1znW05B8UkMvcVbUT9XKv9aLQwcmwpG6mLmMdiAsbvQnDPzXy1YvM7jA/s1600-h/IMG_1499.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdMR9UqxIvo65yiKLuVU0pnD2qhw4p5ZSCIvV8xsvuiJB8Moo9c9C_O0X064vdi4doUxBsWPM6Vm9PSy1znW05B8UkMvcVbUT9XKv9aLQwcmwpG6mLmMdiAsbvQnDPzXy1YvM7jA/s320/IMG_1499.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203054270140810114" border="0" /></a>Homo Onohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07409454827854533562noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11858729.post-77321630252140559222008-04-25T16:14:00.000-07:002008-04-25T16:40:07.264-07:00Nu-job-ugh<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipImouM4iSHzLTAtt5m5tQSMs2SzQ9eHikdJSkvnC1G8ZA_Wd3OBvbdjHgQySPLOg8PJ2RwopfhKs_qaGeRX1niJmY0q-FULQaihLgTSryejx8vK2qlTwX46Ie4eSO_aUobfMb0A/s1600-h/(2)HongKong.jpg"><br /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNZyj8oelRn8Gaxy7wWUsmrGbZFXoKE4oG0YvIesLEsFBTa6mAHZHBmbQjNWI4PjuI3owc6o4q5UDKdFLYfM7D4AgoEtVIQIHjwBfPeskV9bGemwlCvvuzDWb07Z24wRfUtKArJg/s1600-h/office.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 249px; height: 247px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNZyj8oelRn8Gaxy7wWUsmrGbZFXoKE4oG0YvIesLEsFBTa6mAHZHBmbQjNWI4PjuI3owc6o4q5UDKdFLYfM7D4AgoEtVIQIHjwBfPeskV9bGemwlCvvuzDWb07Z24wRfUtKArJg/s320/office.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193325324956561026" border="0" /></a>I don't even have time to read blogs anymore.<br /><br />Maybe things will be better when I get back from Asia.<br /><br />I finally get to leave next week after many delays.<br /><br />But soon I will be back here:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipImouM4iSHzLTAtt5m5tQSMs2SzQ9eHikdJSkvnC1G8ZA_Wd3OBvbdjHgQySPLOg8PJ2RwopfhKs_qaGeRX1niJmY0q-FULQaihLgTSryejx8vK2qlTwX46Ie4eSO_aUobfMb0A/s1600-h/(2)HongKong.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 384px; height: 248px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipImouM4iSHzLTAtt5m5tQSMs2SzQ9eHikdJSkvnC1G8ZA_Wd3OBvbdjHgQySPLOg8PJ2RwopfhKs_qaGeRX1niJmY0q-FULQaihLgTSryejx8vK2qlTwX46Ie4eSO_aUobfMb0A/s320/(2)HongKong.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193328653556215458" border="0" /></a>And that will make me very happy.<br /><br />Speaking of which, how about a Happy Friday tune from the Queen of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cantopop">Cantopop</a><br /><br /><object height="355" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Uj_PM2H087Y&hl=en"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Uj_PM2H087Y&hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"></embed></object><br />Faye Wong<br />Jiang ai<br /></div>Homo Onohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07409454827854533562noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11858729.post-38871252929485195482008-04-10T20:54:00.000-07:002008-04-10T21:21:33.911-07:00Song for a Happy FridayOf all things, it's.....<br /><object height="355" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eMOOHGhB_b4&hl=en"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eMOOHGhB_b4&hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"></embed></object><br />Coldplay<br />Speed of Sound<br /><br />Yeah I know. Odd choice. But, when I stop and really listen, I love this song. Years after its release (of course I could not listen back then- they're too big) it still registers well with me.<br /><br />Plus, another reason for my current interest, I am planning a return to the piano after a 20 year respite. At least now I know for certain that I will never be forced to play in church again.<br /><br />In case you're interested here are the lyrics:<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span>How long before I get in?<br />Before it starts, before I begin?<br />How long before you decide?<br />Before I know what it feels like?<br />Where To, where do I go?<br />If you never try, then you'll never know.<br />How long do I have to climb,<br />Up on the side of this mountain of mine?<br /><br />Look up, I look up at night,<br />Planets are moving at the speed of light.<br />Climb up, up in the trees,<br />every chance that you get,<br />is a chance you seize.<br />How long am I gonna stand,<br />with my head stuck under the sand?<br />I'll start before I can stop,<br />before I see things the right way up.<br /><br />All that noise, and all that sound,<br />All those places I got found.<br />And birds go flying at the speed of sound,<br />to show you how it all began.<br />Birds came flying from the underground,<br />if you could see it then you'd understand.<br /><br />Ideas that you'll never find,<br />All the inventors could never design.<br />The buildings that you put up,<br />Japan and China all lit up.<br />The sign that I couldn't read,<br />or a light that I couldn't see,<br />some things you have to believe,<br />but others are puzzles, puzzling me.<br /><br />All that noise, and all that sound,<br />All those places I got found.<br />And birds go flying at the speed of sound,<br />to show you how it all began.<br />Birds came flying from the underground,<br />if you could see it then you'd understand,<br />ah when you see it then you'll understand.<br /><br />All those signs, I knew what they meant.<br />Some things you can invent.<br />Some get made, and some get sent,<br />Ooh--<br />Birds go flying at the speed of sound,<br />to show you how it all began.<br />Birds came flying from the underground,<br />if you could see it then you'd understand,<br />Oh, when you see it then you'll understand.</span></span>Homo Onohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07409454827854533562noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11858729.post-31277064583761577412008-04-08T16:05:00.000-07:002008-04-10T03:50:16.668-07:00Office Talk<span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;" >The banal </span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">clichés used in offices have always gotten on my freakin' nerves.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">New Job</span> has exposed me to several that I had not heard before. I wonder if they are specific to this company?<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Note</span><br />All emails are referred to as notes as in "I sent you a note about this yesterday" or "I just got a note from Bob confirming that he received a note from Betty yesterday."<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Opportunity</span><br />The mandatory company-wide positive attitude causes most everyone to refer to any problem, oversight or major fuck up as an "opportunity." Example: "We have a strong opportunity in the domestic linens" meaning the ones we have don't sell worth a shit.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Drive, Driving, the Driver</span><br />The verb and objects derived from "drive" are taken as equivalents to "taking responsibility" or "responsible party" as in, "Homo Ono is the driver for this half-assed blog."<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Own, Owning, the Owner</span><br /></span>Much the same as "driver" above, this is used to signify who to blame when things go badly.</span></span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Does that make sense?</span><br /></span>This phrase is used in such a condescending manner it might as well be followed with "you fucking idiot." People who are explaining things that they feel are obvious to someone who is either unaware or disbelieving will pause and ask "Does that make sense" in order to get a positive reply. Then they proceed as if they have presented a compelling argument for their point of view.<br /><br />Yet none of these compare to the offensive way that a former co-worker used "<span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">white board</span>" as a verb. Example: "This problem is so complicated, we really need to white board it out"- meaning, we need to diagram the situation on the erasable board in his office. The echo of those words will follow me to my grave.<br /></span></span>Homo Onohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07409454827854533562noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11858729.post-5312940424636494252008-04-04T03:11:00.000-07:002008-04-04T03:15:30.898-07:00Song for a Happy Friday<object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JDd4KezAFv8&hl=en"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JDd4KezAFv8&hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Okkervil River</span><br />For RealHomo Onohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07409454827854533562noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11858729.post-18200774829090192662008-03-28T04:16:00.000-07:002008-03-28T04:19:37.304-07:00Song for a Happy Friday<object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nv44r3q6zgo&hl=en"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nv44r3q6zgo&hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Wax Tailor</span><br />Positively InclinedHomo Onohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07409454827854533562noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11858729.post-37502087700677747662008-03-27T19:42:00.001-07:002008-03-27T19:45:27.224-07:00Cannibalistic<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggx6Fz-pk4khsHHB2hG4lQWEtRJpHQGLcnCBCSyLWJjpfFNUCzEMskjRVKUVOpSJ0ILcl7F01EToI1_R1CnyQjEnPvp6jpNiytFgNKfXP3cR1-NqRHC5_3zSIQFIHg-TfAMHcg5w/s1600-h/snow.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 457px; height: 281px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggx6Fz-pk4khsHHB2hG4lQWEtRJpHQGLcnCBCSyLWJjpfFNUCzEMskjRVKUVOpSJ0ILcl7F01EToI1_R1CnyQjEnPvp6jpNiytFgNKfXP3cR1-NqRHC5_3zSIQFIHg-TfAMHcg5w/s320/snow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182617581247399906" border="0" /></a>Serving up fresh flesh for the children. It's a heart warming scene.Homo Onohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07409454827854533562noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11858729.post-84569239828109964402008-03-25T17:55:00.001-07:002008-03-26T03:48:45.577-07:00HomeSo I went home for the weekend.<br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/b_wayne/2362079779/" title="Out Back by B Wayne, on Flickr"><img style="width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2288/2362079779_753146e4ee_o.jpg" alt="Out Back" /></a><br /><br />I have a relationship with this place that I may never fully understand.<br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/b_wayne/2362079527/" title="Pee Dee 2 by B Wayne, on Flickr"><img style="width: 599px; height: 451px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2368/2362079527_4f8e049ddf_o.jpg" alt="Pee Dee 2" /></a><br /><br />It is where I'm from.<br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/b_wayne/2362079383/" title="Trestle 3 by B Wayne, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2363/2362079383_549cb51a46_o.jpg" alt="Trestle 3" height="800" width="600" /></a><br /><br />But sometimes I'd rather not feel so connected to a place where I know I'll never live again. On those acres, generation after generation of my family lived their lives but that ends with me.<br /><br />If I felt no connection, if I felt no love, it would be easier to walk away. But I do love it.<br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/b_wayne/2362910922/" title="Trestle 6 by B Wayne, on Flickr"><img style="width: 601px; height: 452px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2195/2362910922_2a20ca861a_o.jpg" alt="Trestle 6" /></a><br /><br />While there, I always feel a strange struggle between decay and life, permanence and impermanence, past and present.<br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/b_wayne/2362356393/" title="Silo crop by B Wayne, on Flickr"><img style="width: 487px; height: 370px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3104/2362356393_c28f34ea30_o.jpg" alt="Silo crop" /></a><br /><br /><br />What once was a giant forest became a field of cotton, then milo, then soybeans and then, became a forest again. Only to be wiped away<br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/b_wayne/2362910312/" title="Once a Field by B Wayne, on Flickr"><img style="width: 607px; height: 457px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2087/2362910312_36001d4526_o.jpg" alt="Once a Field" /></a><br /><br />by the jaws of angry insect creatures of steel.<br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/b_wayne/2363185906/" title="claw by B Wayne, on Flickr"><img style="width: 604px; height: 544px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3116/2363185906_727dccc9c3_b.jpg" alt="claw" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/b_wayne/2362910512/" title="Angry Insects 3 by B Wayne, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2240/2362910512_a79f69fb0d_o.jpg" alt="Angry Insects 3" height="800" width="600" /></a><br /><br />And all of this living and dying has occurred during my life while I was away thinking all things there remained constant.<br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/b_wayne/2362910764/" title="Angry Insects 1 by B Wayne, on Flickr"><img style="width: 592px; height: 447px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2078/2362910764_f19a892fae_o.jpg" alt="Angry Insects 1" /></a><br /><br />But these cycles extend far beyond my life. Trees became lumber, lumber became structures, structures became rot and rot nurtured trees.<br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/b_wayne/2362355357/" title="sky by B Wayne, on Flickr"><img style="width: 492px; height: 444px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3113/2362355357_f49434250b_b.jpg" alt="sky" /></a><br /><br /><br />And as all these things happen, the human emotions seem to linger like ghosts haunting these places- like the pride someone must have felt when this silo was complete.<br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/b_wayne/2362912332/" title="Silo 3 by B Wayne, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2316/2362912332_02439b97d6_o.jpg" alt="Silo 3" height="800" width="600" /></a><br /><br />I still feel it. I still see it. In the precisely laid horizontals and finely mitered corners, there are emotions. Human emotions.<br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/b_wayne/2362080209/" title="Silo 4 by B Wayne, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2254/2362080209_689bf24028_o.jpg" alt="Silo 4" height="800" width="600" /></a><br /><br />And now as it decays, as it turns into something unintended, it seems at peace with its surroundings. They all become one.Homo Onohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07409454827854533562noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11858729.post-87725432550031076802008-03-20T18:28:00.000-07:002008-03-20T18:35:06.417-07:00Song for a Happy Friday<object height="355" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ieT_lf9wK28&hl=en"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ieT_lf9wK28&hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br />LCD Soundsystem<br />"North American Scum"<br /><br />Since I'll be flying over said continent tomorrow, I'm posting early.<br /><br />And for those of you<br />Who still think we're from England<br />We're not.<br />No.Homo Onohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07409454827854533562noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11858729.post-26143707312305278722008-03-17T03:54:00.000-07:002008-03-17T04:17:12.271-07:00St. Patrick's Day<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP_QMJnc1WO8laNdYIAmBcPEJP6aKKKAhfama_vQx0zc1fp4bhrzLUpBaFSGGl40GB4xMxjExN4DE6Ec4hVLQ0AZmBn8MpQ1snWzqUIaU3DG3uI6edvx9w5LWo2eox8woQ4iyO4w/s1600-h/sign.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP_QMJnc1WO8laNdYIAmBcPEJP6aKKKAhfama_vQx0zc1fp4bhrzLUpBaFSGGl40GB4xMxjExN4DE6Ec4hVLQ0AZmBn8MpQ1snWzqUIaU3DG3uI6edvx9w5LWo2eox8woQ4iyO4w/s320/sign.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178666822296414050" border="0" /></a><br /><br />On your way in, please kiss my thermometer.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik2G4lg_BfiXuSjecuoSKleDE9boXiz70Rb-J4pq6gNwiD0_uZoy6n-PVxYEg4yzntpHRd36v6xeyhYMb8t9ikFDT8wGMlz8RKvDEiV0l9vlb8pTLluTFpFSGvaTNpbIp5e-iaWQ/s1600-h/p150270b.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik2G4lg_BfiXuSjecuoSKleDE9boXiz70Rb-J4pq6gNwiD0_uZoy6n-PVxYEg4yzntpHRd36v6xeyhYMb8t9ikFDT8wGMlz8RKvDEiV0l9vlb8pTLluTFpFSGvaTNpbIp5e-iaWQ/s320/p150270b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178667573915690866" border="0" /></a><br />It's Irish.Homo Onohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07409454827854533562noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11858729.post-51877430403505864712008-03-14T04:09:00.000-07:002008-03-14T16:44:13.589-07:00Songs for a Happy Friday<object height="355" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hnXCzFnkxtY&hl=en"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hnXCzFnkxtY&hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br />Imitosis- Andrew Bird<br /><br />It's a good thing I didn't buy this on vinyl because I would have worn a hole through it by now.<br /><br /><object height="355" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XQp4P73CZMk&hl=en"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XQp4P73CZMk&hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br />And oddly, someone has set one of my favorite Andrew Bird songs, Tables and Chairs, to a tour of a video game called Shadowrun. <s>Odd because it fits.</s> On second thought, no it doesn't. It is all way too solitary and glum for that song. There will be snacks after all.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Edited to correct mistakes of all kinds.</span>Homo Onohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07409454827854533562noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11858729.post-7579994677923884282008-03-12T15:46:00.000-07:002008-03-12T16:22:03.793-07:00LettersDear Dallas Drivers,<br />I know the signs along the tollway that read "Yield to Ramp" are confusing. Many of you seem to think these mean that you should yield to the ramp itself. It's a logical conclusion. And, if any ramp should decide to get up and move around, I would recommend yielding. However, the sign actually means yield to the traffic coming off the ramp. I hope that you <s>stupid morons</s> fellow citizens will try this next time.<br />Thank you.<br /><br /><br /><br />Dear Co-Workers,<br />I know you love your jobs dearly and wake up in the morning yearning to get back to your desk. When the time spent driving to the office is viewed as simply time that could be spent in meetings or answering emails, it is hard not to want to get back to your cubicle asap. But, there are 5000 of us who work in the same building. Given the American propensity to car pool, that means that 5200 cars are entering our parking deck at about the same time each morning. When you speed through the stop signs in the deck you are endangering me and could possibly keep me from getting to my desk. And that would be unbearable for me. So, would you please, SLOW YOUR ASS DOWN.<br />Best regards.<br /><br /><br /><br />Dear Lady Driving the Silver Chevy Citation at the Dry Cleaners on Lomo Alto today,<br />I'm not sure why you cut through that parking lot today. I'm not sure why you almost rammed into my parked car while doing so. I'm not sure why you sat at the parking lot exit when there was no traffic keeping you from leaving. I'm certainly not sure why you suddenly decided to put your car in reverse and slam into my front bumper as I waited behind you. I'm not sure why you did any of those things. However, I would like to point out to you that when one rams into someone else's car, they generally should make sure they did no damage and seek to find the owner. When you simply drove away, I felt rejected. As I followed you down Lemmon Ave. and discovered that the final destination of your desperate, erratic journey was the McDonald's drive-thru, I got a clue as to why you did all of those things above. YOU ARE A FUCKING IDIOT. And I have your license plate number.<br />Much Love,<br />Homo OnoHomo Onohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07409454827854533562noreply@blogger.com0