Watching what I say

Obviously, I usually have no shame in what I say on my blog. After all, it is my blog, and I have the right to say what I want. Except when it comes to what I say about other people.

It’s not so much that I care if I offend some people. Most of the people who are offended by what I say I don’t care all that much about anyway. However, I don’t want to put something in writing that would get a friend in trouble. I don’t want to rat them out about how they acted at work (especially since I am usually have worse behavior). Getting my self in trouble is fine, in fact, probably a common occurrence. But that’s the difference; it’s me, not some other co-worker.

I also don’t want to say something about one person, and have a different person think I am talking about them. And that actually has happened in the past.

So, today’s post is more about the venting that could have been, not the venting that was. It’s short, to the point, and done.

I don’t want to live on this planet anymore

Recently it made news that Kate Mulgrew (of Star Trek Voyager fame) is narrating a documentary that declares the sun revolves around the earth. I have no idea how this happened, but Kate Mulgrew says that she was tricked into making that film. And even worse, upon researching the film more, I have found that Dr. Michio Kaku, a man I look up to, also appears in this documentary. I am now very doubtful about the quality of this movie, and I will not even list its name. It doesn’t deserve the credit.

According to an article I have read, written by Lawrence Krauss, another physicist who is “interviewed” in the documentary, there may be some shenanigans going on. This other physicist doesn’t even remember being interviewed for this documentary. This tells me that they were either interviewed under a different premise, or that the director and producer used clips of other interviews in order to get these smart men to say what he wanted them to say. It is amazing what a good editor can accomplish.

In the age we live in, I have a hard time believing that people still believe that the sun revolves around the earth. However, some people still believe that the earth is flat, that evolution is a myth, and that the moon landing is a lie. With all of that, I am no longer surprised; it is very possible that people believe that the earth is the center of the universe.

It should also be stated that the individual who produced this has also come out as saying that the holocaust is a myth. Now, this individual has every right to express his views. It is his right to make himself look like an ass. And a part of me actually wants to view this film, but I do not want to give this guy the satisfaction of having one more view.

Now, that being said, if I was offered enough money, I would have narrated this documentary. I would never speak in favor of the work, but I could easily narrate it. I really should thank this producer, at least he made me realize that I am not the dumbest person on earth, he has that position all to himself.

Idiot.

Sad Sight

Years ago, for Christmas or my birthday, my now ex-wife bought me a fridge for my wine. I admit, it was a great gift, and I damn well took it in the divorce. It is supposed to hold 44 bottles, has two temperature zones, and a light so you can see the bottles. Not the labels, but at least you can see the bottles.

Through the years I have managed to keep it full of all sorts of wine. I even found that you can fit more than 44 bottles if some of those are dessert wines; I may have even forced more than 50 bottles in the fridge. I had so many bottles of wine that some of it had to go into storage.

Recently, I have not been able to get my ass to a winery. So, while I have been consuming my wine, the resupply train has been missing. I am actually down to 20 bottles of wine. Less then 50% capacity! This is a crime of epic proportion.

I don’t know when I will be able to restock, but it may be during the summer. Hopefully my current stock can last that long. I cannot run out of Jersey White. I don’t even think I have anything left in storage.

I have an alcohol problem. I am running out of it.

A Minor Inconvenience

I know that life is this day and age is easy when compared to the life of the Neanderthals, but when something goes wrong, we act like it’s the end of the world, as we know it (and I feel fine). And I know I behave that way as well. This weekend, something I take for granted stopped working. It’s not anything big, but it was something that I have grown used too.

The keyless entry and locking on the MINI stopped working. And oddly, it only stopped working on the driver side. I can still lock the trunk and the passenger side, and may even be able to open the sunroof, so I highly doubt that it is the battery. But for some reason, the locking and unlocking on the driver side is kaput.

Now, this would be only a minor inconvenience, except for the fact that I have my memory. I can never remember that when I hit the button on my key, the driver door is still unlocked. I am so bad with my memory, that even after telling a friend that I can’t lock my door with the button on the key, I went out to get something from my car with him, and he had to point out that I didn’t lock the driver side.

This is my complaint. I have gotten so used to locking my door this way that odds are I am going to have to keep checking if I locked my car. I have the memory of a goldfish, and this has interrupted my normal patter in life.

I may actually have to get this fixed.

Oh, The Pain

With the cat purring in my ear, the sun shining right in my eye, and the pounding headache, this was a rough morning to wake up too. And even now, I seem to be dragging, barely functional. Late nights and early morning risings do not mix, but thanks to my internal alarm clock (and three hungry cats) after getting to bed at 2, I still woke up at 6. And I do not seem to function well on 4 hours of sleep. And that fact alone may explain this poor blog.

But as I was saying, the pounding head, one of the more painful hangovers I have had in a while. I did have a great time playing Warhammer with my friends, even if my team did lose (I was out of the game pretty early on). It was a good night, but these late nights and my early morning personality do not mix. So today is going to be a slow day. I do not see myself getting much done, and I may even have to nap in the middle of the day. I will do what needs to get done, laundry, food shopping, and my daily blogging, but that is about it.

I am never ordering Chinese take-out again. And I am sure that the food did wonders for my blood pressure.

A Fish(ing) Tale

Years ago, when I still lived up in NJ and before I turned vegetarian, a couple of friends and I decided to go fishing. So, I borrowed my uncle’s boat, got the bait, the fishing poles, and set out with my friends Pete and Steve. It wasn’t a notable day, so why would a fishing trip be blog worthy?

Well, while we were out fishing, it seemed that no one informed the fish. We weren’t getting any nibbles, let alone any bites. Now, I will say this, it is true that a bad day fishing is better than a good day at work. It was so relaxing and peaceful. But not one of us was getting any fish.

All of a sudden, my friend Steve started saying “Here fishy fish… Here fishy fishy.” And suddenly he got a hit! He slowly reeled it in. It wasn’t a big fish, but it was the first catch of the day. We easily unhooked it, and returned it to its natural environment. Even when I wasn’t a vegetarian, I still liked the “Catch, kiss, and release program” as my Aunt called it.

As soon as we settled back down after the excitement of the first catch, he started saying it again. “Here fishy fishy. Here fishy fishy.” And the rat bastard caught the second fish of the day. And yes, it was a different fish; it was a slightly different size. I couldn’t believe it. There was no way that “here fishy fishy” works. I actually said that if I said it, and caught something I would issue a public apology. So, next thing I knew, I was sitting in a boat in the middle of the Barnegat Bay saying “Here fishy fishy.”

So Steve, here it is, a few years late. I would like to issue a public apology. “Here fishy fishy” actually works.

Oh, and Pete refused to say it, and was the only one to go home without a catch. But I bet he still had a good day.

Three Thing Friday

1. One size does not fit all. You cannot manage people all of the same. We are human. We are all different. Some of us need to have our hands held while some of us can be left alone. Some of us need to be constantly praised and some of us do not. Some of us want to have our time in service acknowledged while some of us think that being given a certificate and a pin for showing up to work is pointless and a waste of time and effort. Manage people as they need to be managed. A good manager knows this and treats his or her personnel as individuals. We cannot all be grouped together as one. We are different.

2. Time delay. Apparently a friend invited me to go to a wine bar with her yesterday. I cannot say if I would have or would not have gone. Why? Well, while she sent the email at 4 PM, I didn’t get it till 12 AM. What the hell yahoo and gmail? She could have walked a note to my house faster then that. There is no reason that walking should be faster than a speeding electron. So no, I didn’t go out and have a glass of wine, which is sad, because this was one hell of a week, and I could have used a drink with a friend.

3. AWS. Alternate Work Schedule. While I will say that there are plenty of things wrong with working in my office right now, one of the things they did get right was allowing the alternate work schedule. Working and extra four hours each week so I can have every other Friday off is fantastic. It’s small things like this that do the little things for morale. Now, I don’t get why people who worked 10-hour days before are no longer permitted to do so, and they were not even given a good reason for not being allowed. Everyone agreed that the work was being done. But at least the leadership allowed the 9-hour days. If we can only get leadership to understand that telecommuting, 10-hour days, and just trusting you employees can actually work. So, I am going to enjoy this Friday off.

Time to Step Up

The recent shooting in Fort Hood, Texas shows that it is time for the Army, and the Department of Defense as a whole, to step up and improve the treatment of our veterans and active soldiers. Sending civilians and soldiers to Suicide Prevention Training is not enough. And giving these same individuals “Active Shooter” training is not fixing the root cause. They need to come up with a new policy and plan to treat these soldiers for their mental issues.

I don’t know what was going through this man’s mind; I don’t think anyone can fully know. He was obviously suffering, and he obviously had some issues. I know I could not do what soldiers do and go to war. I don’t have the personality for that. And while I may even be called a pacifist and prefer to send soldiers to war, I do know that sometimes it may be necessary. But if we are going to send men and women to war, we need to take care of their needs after they return. We as a society cannot use them and then toss them aside.

It should be easier for vets to get the care they need. I have a friend who works for the VA, and every time he tells me a story of how tough it is for them to get treatment, I am actually ashamed. And those who need the treatment sometimes don’t because they don’t fit the “Hero” image that we want former soldiers to fit into.

I understand that the government has limited resources (funding) to treat everyone, but all soldiers should get the treatment they deserve. We should not judge a former soldier because he is addicted to drugs, since it may have been the soldiering that got him addicted in the first place. We should treat him for the drug use.

If we forget about these soldiers, we should all be ashamed of ourselves. My thoughts go out to the victims of Fort Hood, but if the government doesn’t come up with a solution and fix the problem soon, we will just have to go through this again.

May 16th

I have a problem. Everyone knows I have issues, but I am officially moving on to having subscriptions. The first thing I did when I got home today, after feeding my cats, was not laundry, or even turning on the TV.

No, the first thing I did was turn on the computer, log onto youtube, and watch the new TV ads for the new Godzilla movie. Why would I do this? I already know I am probably going to see it in the theaters more than once. I already know all of the actors that are in it. I already know that it will be released on May 16th. There is nothing for me to learn from the ads.

I am already sold on this movie, so why would I watch the ads? Well, I am hoping for new scenes. Not so much for Godzilla, since I already know he is in it and what he will look like.  No, I want new scenes of the other monsters. In the international trailer (yes, I watched this too) I believe I saw Rodan. Of course, I cannot confirm it since the one shot of it the monster was behind some nice cloud cover. But I know for a fact that Godzilla does not fly, well, except for when he did fly in the movie where he fought Hedora.

So yes, I keep looking at these movie trailers for a movie I am already guaranteed to see. Not for spoilers… Well, for some spoilers. I must know what monsters are going to be in this film. I really am a kid at heart.

An Award

Today, I finally received my ten-year certificate and the silly pin that goes along with it. The admin person handed it over the wall to me this morning and I did what anyone indifferent to an award would do. I tossed the certificate into the file, threw the pin in with it, and moved on with my life.

Well, it turns out that the admin person wasn’t supposed to give it to me. She was supposed to give it to the director so they can give it to me at the weekly pointless meeting on Thursday. I really don’t want any recognition for showing up to my job for ten years. And I definitely do not want the G3/5 leadership to be the ones to recognize my “achievement.” “Hey, you didn’t die, quit, or get fired! Here’s a pin.” So, no, I did not give the admin person my certificate back. I held on to it and locked it up in the drawer. I told the admin person to tell everyone that she made a mistake and that I refuse to give the certificate back. No reason for her to get in trouble.

Look, everyone in the office knows that the leadership is looking for any excuse to keep these pointless meetings going, but I refuse to be a part of it if I do not have to. The monthly briefings on what I do are bad enough. I know that meetings can be good and useful, but every time I am sitting in the meeting my mind drifts to an episode of M*A*S*H. Hawkeye writes to his father about the meetings they hold and how they would prolong the war for years.

That is how I feel about these meetings. Why are you wasting my time? I could actually be productive.

Plus, being recognized for 10 years of service (6 months late)? Big frigging deal. If I didn’t want to be recognized by the Director of CECOM, I sure don’t want to be recognized by G3/5.