I just finished with my last final of the semester. And the news is good, although I won't know for certain HOW good until next week. In Business Management, Business Communications, and Network Security, I received "A" grades. In the first two courses, that's an accomplishment, because the instructor does not liberally hand out high grades. In Marketing and Accounting, I received a "B". In Marketing, I was points away from an "A", but the "B" should still keep my average in good shape. In...
Well, as of today, there is exactly one month left until the last day of finals. And immediately afterwards, I will start on a *new* job ("new" in the responsibilities of the position, not in the people I will be working with). It will be a management position, so I get to torture my underlings with all of my newly acquired information from Business Management. Hey, I had to suffer in my day...it's THEIR TURN now! (LOL!) I'm doing better than I had hoped in Accounting. I'm sitting two percent...
My on again, off again dieting is on again. Now, it's not total yoyo dieting, as I didn't revert back to my biggest weight (at my worst, I neared the 400 pound mark; I got down to about 280 and plateaued; for the last four years I've been about 320), but still, I've gotten sidetracked on getting to my goal weight of 250 (I should probably be lower, but I figure I'll aim for 250, see how I feel, then go from there. Baby steps.) So it was with some delight that I stepped on the scales last nigh...
This is a song I've been working to put together right for awhile. It still needs work, but I thought I'd present it as is. Merry Christmas, JU! It was Christmas Eve in nineteen seventy something, The trees hung heavy with the winter snow. We sledded down the hills in cardboard boxes We huddled up and shivered from the cold. We lived in a small two bedroom apartment My mom, two brothers, a sister and me, We'd come home every day and make our dinner While mom finished her shift at the...
Locamama wrote an article about political correctness recently. The idea was that it was a good thing, and, of course, opinions of all stripes were offered. As a larger than average person, I have my own perspective, as obesity is one trait against which it is still politically correct to discriminate. I don't want someone to come up with a "quaint" term to describe what I am. I am what I am, and that is FAT. A cutesy term doesn't change that fact, it doesn't change what I see when I look in ...
As the debate on Vista grows from the angry to the comical, I am beginning to notice an interesting trend. More people that I speak with about computing have expressed an interest in trying alternative operating systems and hardware. In fact, I am of the opinion that in 5-6 years' time, you'll be able to walk into your local electronics store and choose between a variety of operating systems, all with approximately equal levels of functionality. Games, again in my perfect little world, will be w...
Over the years, I have made friends with various people, both in real life and online, that one would not expect. And there's a reason for that. I don't give my friendship easily. Now, that doesn't mean I won't be friendly, it just means that if I consider you a "friend", you're family. I'd take a bullet for you, and I will defend you unfailingly in front of others. But that doesn't mean I'll agree with you. In fact, in the circle of people I consider friends, I prefer to include the ones ...
This has been an article I've long had floating around in my head, in response to one JU regular's quite ignorant accusation that I have the run of "bad luck" with jobs that they have with theirs. I haven't updated people on my personal life lately, because, frankly, I have been more than a little tired of some of the games for some time, but here goes: When I started on JoeUser, I had just left the mine. The mine had never been my idea of a permanent job. I was working at the time in plumbin...
It was not that long ago that rape trials would center on the sexual life of the accuser. Basically, one had to be practically a nun in order to get any justice in many of those trials. The mentality was named the "blame the victim" mentality, and was rightly shunned for the stinking thinking that it was. A look at today's headlines shows just how far we've gone back to the "blame the victim" mentality. Only it's not rape this time, it's mass murder. http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20071108/ap_...
(Note: this is a bit of a diary piece. I have a lot of crap running through my head right now, and I need to filter it somehow) In the highways in the hedges In the highways in the hedges In the highways in the hedges I'll be somewhere a workin for my Lord (The Carter Family, In the Highways) ...
I was headed back from a late day at work, and decided to stop at Taco Bell because I had a short window of time before I needed to be at the school. I placed my order and waited in line 20 minutes, something I've come to expect. After 20 minutes, when I got to the window, they still hadn't assembled the order. They were arguing about what should be in it when it was right there on the stinking ticket. I had ordered a chicken quesadilla "value meal". Well, after they finally gave me the or...
The Woody Guthrie Tribute here will be going on in just two weeks. And as the chairman for the event, I've been going back and forth with different people on just how things will be laid out this year. Our biggest controversy this year is over hot dogs. See, it's my position the hot dogs should be provided for free on the first night. When the issue of cost came up, I offered to donate them if it was a problem. Well, the board voted we'd do the hot dogs for free, and the board would pay. ...
OK, I tried to embed this but it didn't work. Here's a "new spiritual" from Lawrence Welk back in the day. If you can't enjoy THIS, man, sumtin's wrong! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ye3ecDYxOkg And further, from the "I can't believe it" file, here's the Velvet Underground. Check out the old folks dancin' to it! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i48BP1PUoFI&mode=related&search=
Another song from the GidMac songbook: The Ballad of a Dime The Beggar he sat on the streetcorner Where they were sellin' apples for a dime He reached inside of his empty pockets But he didn't have a thin little dime He walked up to a businessman Dressed in a suit so fine He asked if he could spare some money But he wouldn't spare a thin little dime He walked inside the churchhouse door Where the preacher was sayin' his lines When they passed the plate, he feared he wouldn't ...
I have to admit, I've truly, genuinely, not been doing well. I'm at the end of my rope, and everytime I think I'm done with this nasty little town, they throw something else at me. I look forward to the day I see this burg in my rear view mirror. And I've never ever felt this way about a city. Even Pahrump was one we left with some degree of sadness. As I stated earlier, my faith is still strong, but my dogma's gone. I don't want to play Christian Crips n' Bloods anymore, the whole denomin...