There are these things in life that you think are so simple until you are faced with the challenge of overcoming one of these feats. Let me give you an example. One of my breaklights went out, no big deal right? So I stroll into my neighborhood Auto Parts store with my burnt out bulb to find a suitable replacement. Looking at the assorted selection of replacement bulbs revealed no match for my fallen friend. So I strolled up to my friendly clerk and said, "I'm looking for a replacement bulb for my Honda Accord". The place went silent. I noticed that every face in the establishment was locked in on me with fear. Women began ushering their children towards the door. The clerk started straight into me through his Jeff Gorden Rainbow Warriors hat complete with Redneck Point. My pulse began to quicken as my brain sensed the sudden surge of anti-import tension in the air. As my eyes scanned my surrounding environment, I was bombarded with images of Ford, Chrystler, Rebel Flags, and Monster trucks. "Did you say Honda?" my 42 year old hair line receding 10th grade education level customer representative uttered. "Err no," I stammered, "I said Fonda, Do you have any Jane Fonda workout tapes?". Okie Fenokie let out a toothless grin. "Well shit boy, why didn cha say so. We don't carry essersize vidyoes here, this here's an auto-mobeel parts store. You gotsa go try Walmart if yous wants the fancy stuff. I quickly thanked the man and got my ass out of there. The point to this is that just because someting seems as easy as replacing a tail light in your import car, doesn't mean that you could end up hog tied in the back of an F-350 singing "Cotten eye Joe" in hope that this will entertain the family wart hog enough to forget his reproductive desires

Here are One Two pictures from this weekend.

my former roomate

I can't send email from work today because we just moved to a new building. So if I don't reply to anyone's email, don't get all upset over it.

I know it is time for a new poll, but I haven't any good ideas. If you think you have a good idea for a poll, please email me.

It used to be that when you got a bill, you got your statement letting you know how much you owe, how much you still owe, how much you will owe after you're dead, and an envelope to mail your insufficiently funded check back to them (with no postage, cheap bastards). But now it seems like that's just not enough anymore. Now you get a bunch worthless brochures and promotional advertisements that you'll never read. You just throw them away. Did you ever ponder all the work that went into that brochure. This was somebody's work, their life. Can you imagine the poor writer, slaving over each word, having it consistently shoved back into their face by their boss because it wasn't good enough? Then finally, after months of no sleep, no food, no sunlight, the writer emerges from their hole with the finalized product. Their boss gives a slight smile, and the writer knows their work has achieved the right to fit snuggly beside your bill. The journey has just begun. The little leaflet will travel many many miles. It will finally arrive in your mailbox, through rain, sleet, or snow. Unless its going to Hills Ave, then it only gets delivered whenever its 80 degrees and sunny so our little friend can wear his stupid little congo hat and chat with the crazy old man with the dog. You think I’m kidding? We only get half our mail when it’s partly cloudy. Anyway, so I was thinking all of this while I was glancing over a brochure I received with my lease payment. Apparently Honda noticed that I was getting close to the end of my lease, and decided to inform me about the advantages of leasing another vehicle with them, or as their top decision makers see it:

if (lease_end_date – current_date == some_predetermined_value) 

{

    send stupid leaflet; 

} 

I seriously have to question the editors that allowed this particular piece of literature to be published. I especially like the line ”The deadlines and pressures of racing challenge them, force them to think differently, unconventionally” Translation: ”The people responsible for your safety are overworked and can’t think straight, please buy our car.” The whole point of this is that everything you get in the mail is the result of hard work. Is it right for you to just ignore the fruits of others? I certainly hope future generations see this value. I personally think it’s a bunch of shit.