Thursday, April 29, 2004

To be exact, this is what my computer blocker had to say about the Century 21 page.

"You have been blocked from accessing this site per Dane County Policy. This site has been classified as Hate Speech."

Can someone please go to this page and tell me if this is still the Century 21 page? I just want to be sure.

Yesterday at my place of employment we had a fire least we thought it was a drill, until someone realized it hadn't been planned. Within 5 minutes of us evacuating the building, the fire trucks showed up along with police cars. A man jumped from the fire truck wearing full fireman garb and carrying an ax. He ran towards the all-glass doors, pulling intending to smash them in. The closer he got to the doors, the more he realized that there wasn't a fire. Apparently, we have faulty wiring here that sometimes sets off the fire alarms. I'm sure he knew that, but you just have to play it safe.

Upon hearing snippets of many conversations outside, all of which contained the phrase "Burn baby burn" I realized that many lives would be ruined if the building turned to rubble; however, not a single one of those lives would be that of an employee.

Wednesday, April 28, 2004

During lunches, I used to play Pool on Pogo with Ryan. We used to have a good time. It gave us an opportunity to chat and play pool, while I ate my sad lunch-meal in my cubicle pretending not to be alone. It was good times then.

Those times are over, my friends. I feel like I'm in high-school again. I went to join Ryan for our daily pogo-pool fest, only to be greeted by the words "Surf Stopper. Access blocked." Remember that lovely Bess the Dog joke we used to have guarding our prescious internet in high school? Well the thing we have here at my workplace is even worse than Bess' replacement, X-Stop. Back in the day, we would surf to sites that were "blocked" by using an anonymizer like "Silent Surf" or "Anonymizer". Guess what? Those sites wised up and no longer offer their services for free. You have to PAY. HA! Yeah right. Not bloody likely!

To make matters worse, I often search the Century 21 page to see what homes are for sale. I was greeted by the lovely "Surf Stopper" telling me that this page has been blocked because it has been determined as a Hate Page. Now people...I realize that real estate agents are not necessarily the most well-liked people in the world, but is NOT a hate page. Unless it has been ransacked and taken over by hackers, it is merely an MLS directory. Now I've really seen it all.

You might think you've grown up, but you haven't. No matter what you do or where you go, Bess the Dog will always be nipping at your heels.


Thursday, April 22, 2004

I wish I had more time to write on this. It gets kind of sad when you're older and you realize that you no longer have time to write, or draw, or whatever you like to do in your case. Most of your day is spent wasted making money so that you can enjoy the very small amount of free time left. It seems pretty bunk, if you ask me. You didn't, but that's okay.

As a result of this stunning revelation, I'm concluded that we ought to reform the time system that we have implemented. I realize that our system is based on rotations and revolutions of various heavenly bodies, the earth's axis, and yada yada yada. I, for one, don't care. I think that we need to scrap the current system and move to a 30 hour day. The current system offers us approximately 365 days a year for which to enjoy the 24 hours nestled within that day. I attempted to do the math on this in order to figure out what affect my system would have on the length of the year, but I soon realized that I can't even add let alone do an equation of some sort. If you're smart enough to figure it out, help me, would ya?

I don't care if under my system I only live to be about 60 years old. (That is a relative number to our current system.) I will have 6 extra hours to do as I wish....Of course, I will waste my 8 hours working. I will continue to do that, but be greeted with 6 extra hours of play, sleep, or whatever the case might be. I realize that some days will begin during the evening. Some will begin at dawn. Some will begin at midnight. Some will begin in mid-afternoon. Who cares? Variety is the spice of life, or so I've been told. Imagine how much more exciting things would be if every day brought new scenery and new expectations!

In conclusion, life is a bunch of crap. You waste most of it doing things you don't want to do in order to make the few hours you can call your own comfortable.

In this country, you can't even be a hobo or a person of the're always trespassing.

That's right. It's funny.