tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35427712011-04-21T13:00:47.776-05:00blah, blah, bile, cynicism, blahFavorite Junk Mail Subject Line:
"rectify taint"der kommissarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01471222813395343524noreply@blogger.comBlogger2131100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3542771.post-1168377129484828952007-01-09T15:01:00.000-06:002007-01-09T15:12:09.513-06:00It's not my birthday/It's not todayExcept, it totally is! And I didn't bring anyone any damn birthday treats.So, I've been goaded into updating, because of some party or something. Many of you have gotten invites, but if there's any confusion, here's the info:My party is at my house. If you don't know where I live, or who to ask for directions, then you're probably not invited. It is at...some der kommissarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01471222813395343524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3542771.post-1145394071524800382006-04-18T15:55:00.000-05:002006-04-18T16:01:11.533-05:00You know how I know you're gay?I think I'm being brainwashed into liking Coldplay. Not that I hate them, really, but I don't necessarily care much about them. However, since they've recently been added to the rotation on the work radio, they're sounding mighty good in comparison to some of the other crap they're playing. I'd really love it if I didn't have to hear Maroon 5 ever again, but it der kommissarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01471222813395343524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3542771.post-1143068541811095482006-03-22T16:49:00.000-06:002006-03-22T17:02:21.823-06:00A pig is a filthy animalor, reason #53 our landlord is a dumbassSo, I goaded Shirley into asking our landlord if we could have a dog. Poor Shirley. Please accept my public apology for making you take that bullet. After hemming and hawing and generally going on and on about completely unrelated shit (as he is wont to do), Landlord said he'd really prefer not, since they can pee on the floor andder kommissarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01471222813395343524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3542771.post-1141927270481466742006-03-09T11:55:00.000-06:002006-03-09T12:01:10.493-06:00I think someone at my music/movie distributor has an interesting sense of humor. Or, they're really, really dumb. I was placing an order today and noticed that the listing of DVDs coming out next Tuesday includes SheSpies, Season 1, which someone at this company has listed under the Horror category. See -- they can be funny, too.That's all.der kommissarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01471222813395343524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3542771.post-1141252313895784762006-03-01T16:14:00.000-06:002006-03-01T16:31:53.906-06:00Heat is *so* overratedYou know, I thought that maybe when Lord Sweatpants and his litter of awful children moved out last summer, we wouldn't have much left to complain about at our house. Turns out, I was wrong.Two Saturdays ago, we woke up to a very chilly house. Shirley had to leave for a gaming convention, so I called our landlord and he came right over to fix it. Sounds great, right? der kommissarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01471222813395343524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3542771.post-1133560308499639472005-12-02T15:21:00.000-06:002005-12-02T15:51:48.510-06:00Reason No. 512 why I'm a horrible person.So, the funeral for my co-worker was today, and it was hard, and it sucked. That's not why I'm a horrible person. I am a horrible person because I spent the week being disgusted with the new girl, who has worked here for less than a calendar year (and has spent 1/3 of that time out "sick"). This new, incompetent person has been crying off and on all der kommissarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01471222813395343524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3542771.post-1112645385160049602005-04-04T14:46:00.000-05:002005-04-04T15:09:45.160-05:00I've been thinking about posting for a long time and have never actually followed through. Today has been sufficiently dumb and bad that it's time to post.I don't really feel like going into detail about the badness right now. Better for all that I don't waste your time. Here's a little sample, though, of why today is bad: I have a store that I run, and I hired students to work for me. That der kommissarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01471222813395343524noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3542771.post-1095959435523157592004-09-23T09:25:00.000-05:002004-09-23T12:10:35.523-05:00Huh. It's been so long that I almost forgot how to do this whole blogging thing.
Technically, there's probably lots to report, but I'll distill it all into a few phrases:
Violin players annoy me.
HR departments can suck it.
Wedding planning makes me hate even my own grandmother.
This weekend, I get to experience the first of the pre-wedding festivities -- a bridal shower which I pray will be der kommissarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01471222813395343524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3542771.post-1089730469614843132004-07-13T09:51:00.000-05:002004-07-13T09:54:29.613-05:00Well, I know I've been slacking on the blog front, but it's only because I can't slack on the work front. Things are getting crazy with the whole new store thing -- we're getting closer and closer to being an actual store. With merchandise and everything.
Also, I had to mention, before I forgot, that my band is having another show -- and this one's in town. We're playing the New Moon again onder kommissarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01471222813395343524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3542771.post-1087398747573152712004-06-16T10:06:00.000-05:002004-06-16T10:12:27.573-05:00Last night I reluctantly drank half a can of Busch at practice. Blech. I don't even have the right to be a beer snob, but it left the worst aftertaste ever in my mouth -- like some small mammal died.
Anyway, speaking of practice, we're having another show on Friday. It's in Appleton, but you should come anyway. Here're directions from 41:
East on college avenue to downtown
Left on Morrisonder kommissarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01471222813395343524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3542771.post-1087246027472961432004-06-14T15:45:00.000-05:002004-06-14T15:47:07.473-05:00Oh, and here's another little treat for IP. Probably, you can get this in a few weeks at GenCon. I'll look forward to playing it.der kommissarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01471222813395343524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3542771.post-1087245853921120012004-06-14T15:32:00.000-05:002004-06-14T15:44:13.920-05:00*sigh* Well, I'm back from "vacation." I guess it's in quotes because after all the driving and dealing with grandma, I'm a little more tired than when I left. Travel sort of does that to people, though.
Now, I know people are supposed to love their grandmas, and I do love mine dearly, but is it also normal to occasionally want to kick their teeth out? Because if not, then I'm more evil than der kommissarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01471222813395343524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3542771.post-1086100139278547422004-06-01T09:27:00.000-05:002004-06-02T16:18:23.200-05:00EEEP!
Though the above does cause some squealing on my part, it seems a little undignified for someone named Ice Master E. Slick. Yeah.
I don't know what I've done, but somehow the word's out that I'm the CD-ordering guru here. I'm already getting free shit, though it's not super cutting-edge indie free shit. Yet...der kommissarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01471222813395343524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3542771.post-1085754772161780022004-05-28T09:24:00.000-05:002004-05-28T09:32:52.160-05:00Okay, I know we're not Madtown, but yay WI!
Anyway, I haven't been updating because I've been busy, busy, busy trying to get things underway for the new store, while also keeping up on my 10,000 other duties here on the home front. One of my elderly co-horts retired this week, leaving me with the compulsive cleaner who doesn't actually like to read books. On the upside, though, I've never madeder kommissarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01471222813395343524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3542771.post-1084305253285459022004-05-11T14:51:00.000-05:002004-05-11T14:54:13.286-05:00Okay, this is not-so-confidential to IP: This might make you cry, just a little bit.
After all, it's just what you need: More toys and games...
Love,
DerKder kommissarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01471222813395343524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3542771.post-1083876263615739792004-05-06T15:44:00.000-05:002004-05-06T15:49:18.983-05:00Okay, it's time for some silliness. It's sort of a lame Readers' Digest moment, but sometimes this stuff just strikes me funny. My favorites are: 4, 5, 8, 18, 24 and 30. (IP, this is mostly for you.)
Thank God for church ladies with typewriters. These sentences actually appeared in church bulletins or were announced in church services:
1. Bertha Belch, a missionary from Africa, will be der kommissarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01471222813395343524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3542771.post-1083794615804302642004-05-05T17:03:00.000-05:002004-05-05T17:07:54.623-05:00Here's the thing I hate about co-workers: they rarely understand the words that come out of my mouth. Really, almost never.
I just had a conversation with Jackie, in which I tried to explain that I will never be able to get out-of-print books for customers, and there's no point in filling out special order forms for those books. Just because Amazon says they have copies for sale doesn't mean Ider kommissarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01471222813395343524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3542771.post-1083698537692858472004-05-04T14:22:00.000-05:002004-05-04T14:26:02.123-05:00Currently, I am wearing my viking helmet, which some of you may have seen. It's rather large. Today is Hat Day at work. Against my (occasionally) better judgement, I decided to participate. Everyone else is wearing baseball caps, though. I was today's unwitting star. Now, every time the student cashiers change shifts (which is often, since they have to go to class), I'm required to go der kommissarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01471222813395343524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3542771.post-1083163823240588962004-04-28T09:50:00.000-05:002004-04-28T10:05:29.590-05:00My schedule, these days, seems to be filled with band-related stuff. Which is good, really. Sunday, though, I missed the Robin's Nest to play at an open mic night. While I'm glad I went, I really wish everyone could've been there. Some things are just too weird to be missed. This open mic that we attended turned out to be in the basement of a church. Though called "The Coffee House," it wasder kommissarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01471222813395343524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3542771.post-1082559916599174352004-04-21T10:05:00.000-05:002004-04-21T10:09:16.640-05:00Today is random Red Shirt Day, as I mentioned was coming. I "forgot" about it and didn't wear red, but I was stupid and wore pink. Now people are telling me, "well, you're wearing light red," which is making me regret even coming in today. If I was going to wear red, I would've worn fucking red, not pink. Though, I guess it's probably my own fault for not wearing blue or green and bypassing der kommissarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01471222813395343524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3542771.post-1082494034679890252004-04-20T15:47:00.000-05:002004-04-20T15:51:12.983-05:00This morning, we got a visit from the soul-shredding machine. Many large trucks come park in our driveway, since we share it with a large building filled with crazy people (as opposed to our smaller one). Usually, they're garbage trucks or beverage distributors. Today, it was a document shredder. I have never actually seen a truck that shreds documents, but I guess I didn't expect it to soundder kommissarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01471222813395343524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3542771.post-1082135465453989062004-04-16T12:11:00.000-05:002004-04-16T12:14:58.780-05:00I decided to walk to work this morning, so I took my CD player and listened to a new CD I bought. Is it weird that it almost made me cry, how good it was? It's not even a sad CD (quite the opposite, actually).
So, today at work is Potato Day. Yes, you read that right. Potato Day. In an effort to gather bookstore staff into one big warm, fuzzy family, management has decided to start an der kommissarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01471222813395343524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3542771.post-1081794739895635712004-04-12T13:32:00.000-05:002004-04-12T13:37:12.903-05:00So, thanks to all who saw me play Friday. That means no one. Our next gig is in West Bend on Friday. I bet that will draw a huge crowd of you, as well, since I don't even know where The Filling Station is. Anyway, it's at 9.
So, this past Friday's show was something of a thrown-together mess. Our friend who co-owns the coffee house apparently asked Steev and another guy to perform at a "der kommissarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01471222813395343524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3542771.post-1081527635978866962004-04-09T11:20:00.000-05:002004-04-09T11:24:19.890-05:00So, I read your post from yesterday, and I have this to add:
Crazy people frequent the grocery store at all hours of the day and night, but the later you go, the crazier they are. Last week, we went sometime in the late evening. Possibly even at night. Anyway, we were on our way to check out and the boy disappeared to look at something or other. I had a big cart full of stuff, so I let this der kommissarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01471222813395343524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3542771.post-1081526030811378642004-04-09T10:53:00.000-05:002004-04-09T10:57:34.250-05:00When she was teaching me how to drive, my grandma told me, "Always drive like everyone else on the road has completely lost their minds." I've never had cause to believe other drivers were all (all!) crazy until this week. I don't know if it's spring fever, or something in the water, or what. Maybe I've become a crazy driver magnet, but this week I've had to: dodge a gigantic conversion van der kommissarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01471222813395343524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3542771.post-1081201048753083922004-04-05T16:37:00.000-05:002004-04-05T16:41:07.436-05:00I know it was Palm Sunday and things will probably only get crazier (this being a big week for the Jesus), but I was sort of disgusted that a certain movie was still sold out yesterday evening. Thankfully, I've been spending my money on more secular trash like Dawn of the Dead and Hellboy. I definitely deserved it after a stupid, stressful day.
Getting up at what feels like 5:30 is not ever myder kommissarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01471222813395343524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3542771.post-1079210188805102212004-03-13T14:36:00.000-06:002004-03-13T14:39:37.060-06:00"'We cannot get out'..."
I write this from my underground bunker at work. It is Saturday, and we've been invaded. I'm hiding down here, in the dark, praying that it will be over soon. The middle-schoolers are like locusts. The buzz is deafening and they're consuming everything in sight. I've already been paged to the front once and the whole time I was up there, I could only think of der kommissarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01471222813395343524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3542771.post-1077744570665046552004-02-25T15:29:00.000-06:002004-02-25T15:32:16.590-06:00I guess there are always ups and downs at work, but I really wish one of the downs wasn't sexual harrassment awareness training. Ugh.
To compensate for that, though, here's an up: The bookstore might be expanding to another space in the union. It would probably be mostly DVD rentals, DVDs & CDs for sale, magazines, and...graphic novels. Oh, and my boss put in a word with the director to der kommissarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01471222813395343524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3542771.post-1076969908444265532004-02-16T16:18:00.000-06:002004-02-16T16:21:02.670-06:00The Queen of Darkness claims another soul
Yeah, I made the mistake of letting my little geek light shine today. I spent the next hour-and-a-half in a never-ending conversation with yet another geek fan boy. Like moths to a flame, they are. At least this one's buying stuff, though.der kommissarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01471222813395343524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3542771.post-1076713072697025162004-02-13T16:57:00.000-06:002004-02-13T17:00:23.246-06:00This is hardly surprising
What San-X Character Are You?der kommissarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01471222813395343524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3542771.post-1076711122925060632004-02-13T16:25:00.000-06:002004-02-13T16:30:46.106-06:00I'm unapologetically stealing the following from a book, because it made me laugh out loud:
Over- and Under-Represented Human Experience in Pop Songs
The ratios below represent the prevalence of popular lyrical themes against the collective human experience of that theme, excluding feelings inspired/manufactured by pop songs on said subject.
1,350*:1 Unambivalent, heartfelt, unselfconscious, der kommissarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01471222813395343524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3542771.post-1075928680699101872004-02-04T15:04:00.000-06:002004-02-04T15:06:59.076-06:00Holy stupid people!
According to the big bossman here, Monday was the busiest day in our store's history. Blech. It didn't seem that bad, which is probably a tribute to our mad retailin' skills, but even as a normally busy rush day, it still sucked. There's been the usual bumper crop of dumb questions and people who don't really want to hear the answers we have to give. Also, the usual der kommissarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01471222813395343524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3542771.post-1074286543523433192004-01-16T14:55:00.000-06:002004-01-16T14:57:36.123-06:00Heh, and I just checked my tracker. I got a hit for "fuck plinko he sucks," which is really funny since I never said that, though it doesn't mean I haven't thought it. Ha, ha. (Kidding, Plinko)der kommissarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01471222813395343524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3542771.post-1074285979794721392004-01-16T14:46:00.000-06:002004-01-16T14:48:12.513-06:00Well, I had a long and interesting discussion with my landlord last night, after I got my $255.00 water bill. Yeah, you read that right. Apparently, all the houses in our neighborhood got really high water bills this quarter, so I don't think we can blame my leaky toilet entirely. Still, I guess I'll have to bite the bullet and pay it...
Anyway, our conversation also turned to Roomie (he der kommissarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01471222813395343524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3542771.post-1073794668625214782004-01-10T22:17:00.000-06:002004-01-10T22:19:34.263-06:00Hey, thanks to all who attended my par-tay. I got cool stuff -- all good friends feed unhealthy addictions to barwear and accessories. Accessories include pretty, fuzzy scarves. Yay!
Anyway, it was a good excuse to get shit sorted out, post-roommate and pre-fiance, and with everything all clean and homey, we even had breakfast at "our" house today. Granted, it was at 2 p.m., but whatever. der kommissarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01471222813395343524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3542771.post-1073598972181287182004-01-08T15:56:00.000-06:002004-01-08T15:59:34.216-06:00Step into my lair...
So, everyone should attend my little b-day bash. You probably all know where I live, but if you don't, you should ask me and I'll tell you. The party starts 9-ish and he wasn't kidding when he said, "bring chairs." Bring chairs.
Ummm, work is getting a little busy, as it tends to when semesters approach. Many stupid people come talk to us.
Oh, and you should all make der kommissarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01471222813395343524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3542771.post-1072820409097349092003-12-30T15:40:00.000-06:002003-12-30T15:41:39.686-06:00Ugh, so the other bad thing about working during the holidays (the first being boredom) is that there's no one around to fix the problems. Everyone who got vacation time took it, leaving things in the hands of me and some poorly-trained monkeys.
My favorite part of all this is the impossible paperwork generated by our old, old store computer system. It is not an impossible amount of paperwork,der kommissarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01471222813395343524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3542771.post-1072122542815704792003-12-22T13:49:00.000-06:002003-12-22T13:50:22.483-06:00Thanks, all, for attending my OshVegas rock debut. I thought it went pretty well, all things considered.
So, I'm sitting back at my little cave-desk at work and the girls in the front office are having fun boggling each others' minds with talk of The Wizard of Oz and how amazing it is that someone made The Dark Side of the Moon work as the movie's soundtrack. It's all I can do to keep my mouthder kommissarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01471222813395343524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3542771.post-1071853825978095432003-12-19T11:10:00.000-06:002003-12-19T11:11:42.153-06:00Last night's show went pretty well. It's very different playing without the drums and bass. I noticed it when we practiced, but it's always an adventure playing live. Without loud people to hide behind, I get to be the bass and I feel like, if I'm not playing, things are very exposed. But if I play, I feel exposed. And then if Kara stops playing, I feel exposed. So, exposed.
Anyway, the der kommissarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01471222813395343524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3542771.post-1071766957320891892003-12-18T11:02:00.000-06:002003-12-18T14:06:36.670-06:00So, in honor of our K-town show tonight, I broke out the glitter sweater again. I don't know what it is, but it inspires rapturous comments from nearly everyone I talk to. I was told by a co-worker that it was a super-cute sweater and that I "always have such cute shirts" -- which I didn't really know for sure. Sometimes I feel like I can barely be bothered to dress myself at all, so it's niceder kommissarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01471222813395343524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3542771.post-1071169437407590032003-12-11T13:03:00.000-06:002003-12-11T13:05:03.170-06:00Oh, and anyone up for a drive to Kewaskum (I guess that's really just me) can see my official Inkwell debut at a venue outside our practice space. Thursday, Dec. 18, we're playing at a coffee house in the K-town. It'll be a quiet show, as the space is so small we had to jettison our drummer and bassist, so it's just Steev and the string section. Also, maybe handbells. Steev wants to do a der kommissarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01471222813395343524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3542771.post-1071169063216121412003-12-11T12:57:00.000-06:002003-12-11T12:58:49.046-06:00So, nothing says the holidays like making an old lady cry. I am apparently so evil, I can accomplish this with very little effort. And, in fact, no idea I've even done it until my boss calls me in the next day, asking me to explain why it is Denise (of course, you say, who else?) left in tears the other night. Apparently, I can be terse and horrible without even trying.
However, on the other der kommissarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01471222813395343524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3542771.post-1069449552787485122003-11-21T15:19:00.000-06:002003-11-21T15:19:51.186-06:00I will be a LAN party widow for most of this weekend, starting in about three hours. Anyone with any fun entertainment suggestions should let me know. Otherwise, I will probably re-pot some plants and try to clean my damn house. Roomie volunteered to help me clean on Sunday, as we will be hosting a crazy photo shoot next weekend. However, her kind of help is just about no help. I'll be happyder kommissarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01471222813395343524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3542771.post-1069435264817607012003-11-21T11:21:00.000-06:002003-11-21T11:21:42.920-06:00OK, fine. Blogging isn't worth being fired over. Though, actually, having already had that happen, it wasn't so bad. (Nothing says revenge like a rock band.) I think that if you are bored enough by your job that blogging is your only recourse, then I'm sorry for you and maybe getting caught isn't the worst thing that could happen. However, I like my job fine (mostly) and I often have plenty der kommissarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01471222813395343524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3542771.post-1069352260250882752003-11-20T12:17:00.000-06:002003-11-20T12:18:17.123-06:00In response to your blog from Tuesday, I guess fuck you right back. I don't have a computer at home, and yet I have a blog. If you'd prefer, I'll stop posting and just bitch constantly to your face. I think people who worry about getting caught posting from work maybe should be more careful, but then, I work at a place where one of our bosses encouraged student employees to play solitaire whender kommissarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01471222813395343524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3542771.post-1069350384682832702003-11-20T11:46:00.000-06:002003-11-20T11:48:20.873-06:00Even though it's not yet Thanksgiving, holiday craziness has overrun the store. We rearranged a bunch of bookshelves and made a bunch of new signs, and we're still way behind on sales vs. last year. Our director went to a meeting with other campus directors and asked for suggestions to improve our store. Apparently, it doesn't matter what we do, because we're not Barnes & Noble. Even der kommissarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01471222813395343524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3542771.post-1067376153872410652003-10-28T15:22:00.000-06:002003-10-28T15:22:40.873-06:00Sorry it's been so long. I've been overcoming my work boredom with Big Money instead of bitching. However, the campus is too mired in controversy for me to resist any longer.
Remember when I posted about the legislator who wanted weight limits on textbooks? He's coming to have a forum here. I'd love to be there when all the faculty rip him a new one, but I'll probably be working.
Also, der kommissarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01471222813395343524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3542771.post-1066424220821700672003-10-17T15:57:00.000-05:002003-10-17T15:57:00.173-05:0010.18.03 @ 8.07 p.m.
The Inkwell Collective
with their friends
Inanimate Carbon Rod
will perform live music.
The Coffin Factory is an independent venue/practice space in the heart of Fond du Lac, WI. It does not have heat or running water. It has limited to no seating. Please prepare accordingly.
Take the lake road into Fond du Lac and turn left at the intersection by Casa de Mexico. der kommissarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01471222813395343524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3542771.post-1066349831037097322003-10-16T19:17:00.000-05:002003-10-16T19:18:07.490-05:00Earlier today, a customer came up and asked if we had any books on haiku, which we don't. I asked if maybe he'd like us to order anything, since our poetry section leans a bit heavily toward the Western canon, but he said to never mind. When he left, Jackie just sort of stared at me for a little bit, and then asked me what haiku was.
While I'll admit to enjoying a sense of superiority over theder kommissarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01471222813395343524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3542771.post-1066246108788623952003-10-15T14:28:00.000-05:002003-10-15T14:28:28.570-05:00So the Diamond rep came to see us today. I feel kind of bad for the guy, since he obviously spends most of his time travelling the states, apologizing for his company's sucky customer service. I think he sensed from my manner that I wasn't real happy with his bosses -- he seemed very nervous. Maybe my mind bullets were making him uncomfortable.
Anyway, he seemed like a pretty nice guy and der kommissarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01471222813395343524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3542771.post-1066160106851171952003-10-14T14:35:00.000-05:002003-10-14T14:49:43.883-05:00Either there's a conspiracy, or a random confluence of events is driving my boss several steps closer to gibbering insanity. First, there was some book that, with its associate pieces and minor cover variations, has at least six different ISBNs, including one that isn't actually associated with a book -- it's for ordering purposes only, whatever that means.
Second, some state representative is der kommissarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01471222813395343524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3542771.post-1065476069784243882003-10-06T16:34:00.000-05:002003-10-06T16:34:29.480-05:00Ughh. So, I have gotten the ick that other people recently had. This is what I get for laughing quietly to myself at the misery of others. Someday I'll learn.
Work was exciting today only because the power went out for over an hour this morning. All over campus, too. The first thing it reminded me of were stories from high school, when the power went out for several days because of an der kommissarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01471222813395343524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3542771.post-1064943855751654192003-09-30T12:44:00.000-05:002003-09-30T12:44:15.290-05:00So, I think I'm going to have to tell the bell choir people to find another director at the end of the year. Finding people who are interested in bells, and who don't have twenty billion other more important (they think) things to do is getting really difficult. To top it off, I have to find out all news relevant to my choir through one of my ever-vigilant members, and not from anyone actually der kommissarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01471222813395343524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3542771.post-1064508754950352622003-09-25T11:52:00.000-05:002003-09-25T11:52:35.783-05:00Work is boring these days. Yesterday, I played Big Money all day. Oh, yes, and I mean all day. It wasn't even that fun, but I didn't have anything better to do, so...Big Money.
The only thing that could make work even less exciting would be if the current faculty email thread continued for another two weeks. Yes, we care about gun control. Yes, it makes some people nervous and (apparently) der kommissarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01471222813395343524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3542771.post-1064002566023014022003-09-19T15:16:00.000-05:002003-09-19T15:16:05.956-05:00I am now officially in a rock band. Okay, maybe not a "rock" band, but an indie-folkie-emo collective-y band. Yeah. We're playing a show at the Little Farmer in a few Sundays. Maybe I'll tell people which Sunday after I make it through the next rehearsal. I decided to make this musical effort after the whole symphony fiasco -- I need to keep up some semblance of chops or I might as well sellder kommissarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01471222813395343524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3542771.post-1063920223684455912003-09-18T16:23:00.000-05:002003-09-18T16:23:43.540-05:00*sigh* Another weird day. Yesterday, there was the very disgruntled cashier at the grocery store, who decided that she really didn't want to deal with rhubarb (which she referred to as rutabagas) or bean sprouts. Or a toothbrush, or cilantro. She didn't want to look them up, I guess, so she just set them aside while mumbling to herself about not dealing with them. They didn't show up on my der kommissarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01471222813395343524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3542771.post-1062776089524511762003-09-05T10:34:00.000-05:002003-09-05T10:34:49.526-05:00Hooray for Joss. Probably, I would see this movie.der kommissarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01471222813395343524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3542771.post-1062626848067941872003-09-03T17:07:00.000-05:002003-09-03T17:07:28.070-05:00This is me, officially tempting IP to come get this book, which will be in our store tomorrow. I ordered two copies: one for you and one for me.
Oh, and work is busy and tiring. I hate people. As Rupert says so well in An Ideal Husband, "Other people are quite dreadful."
Um, and while searching for the above line, I found this. Yum.
Your ideal husband is Orlando Bloom! I herebylabel you
der kommissarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01471222813395343524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3542771.post-1062448730891243512003-09-01T15:38:00.000-05:002003-09-01T15:38:50.886-05:00Ugh. Today is the suck. I'm sure it won't be later, but for now -- the suck. I've grabbed a little personal time at the blog. I figure I could use a break from all the stupid questions. So I used my little break to look up song lyrics. There's this song that I hear all the time and it makes me laugh and then gets stuck in my head for a few hours. Roomie said it could be a Donny Osmond songder kommissarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01471222813395343524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3542771.post-1062178326062272892003-08-29T12:32:00.000-05:002003-08-29T12:32:06.063-05:00Um, eat me. 562,115: Imperial Pyrotechnist.der kommissarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01471222813395343524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3542771.post-1062170421988701442003-08-29T10:20:00.000-05:002003-08-29T10:21:17.493-05:00I woke up this morning feeling pretty skanky, mostly because I sat through the majority of the MTV Video Music Awards, for no apparent reason. I couldn't turn it off, and I thought I'd at least get something done while it was on, but I sat on the couch the whole damn time. Uuggh. I don't believe I've ever felt dirtier (no, not Drrrty). I'll admit I was glad I caught the opener, but then der kommissarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01471222813395343524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3542771.post-1062099398871200342003-08-28T14:36:00.000-05:002003-08-28T14:36:38.893-05:00This post is pretty much only for informational purposes: I don't work Saturday or Sunday, so D&D would be fine either day (except maybe for some time on Saturday, during which I might assemble a large workbench for Shirley's mom). I work on Monday, and I'll try to refrain from comments about Labor Day and my laboring on that day. I only work until 5, so any picnic would eventually be graced der kommissarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01471222813395343524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3542771.post-1061996495660212982003-08-27T10:01:00.000-05:002003-08-27T10:01:35.663-05:00So, here's some news that will probably only fuel Plinko's fury. Which means I'm doing my job. In the normal course of things, I would be thrilled to see a movie made from stuff I like to read, but I can't speak for the success of any comic strip-based movies, ever. Mostly because I can't think of one I've seen. Also, they're not really sticking with an animated format. In related news, der kommissarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01471222813395343524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3542771.post-1061917324205922162003-08-26T12:02:00.000-05:002003-08-26T12:02:04.126-05:00Thank God someone else is picking on the missus so I won't have to. It doesn't mean I'm not going to, though:
Good Christ, dear! I mentioned, like, a week ago that you should probably post and let people know you made it back in one piece. I mean, most of us know that, but you do have friends in other places. They might worry about you. I even have a suggestion for a topic. You could maybeder kommissarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01471222813395343524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3542771.post-1061821875367141932003-08-25T09:31:00.000-05:002003-08-25T09:31:15.353-05:00IP, Mrs. Jones, you have to read this article. Go do it now. I have to be at one of those screenings! Dear, if you were here right now, I'd be punching you in the arm.
Anyway, seeing Gigantic this weekend only made us want to see another concert, so I hope the Johns make it this far west in the near future. Or, I guess we find an excuse to go east.der kommissarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01471222813395343524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3542771.post-1061320893955662862003-08-19T14:21:00.000-05:002003-08-19T14:21:33.970-05:00Happily, the toilet situation is resolved and the gaping ceiling hole went unnoticed. The landlord still made Roomie insane with rage, but she also made mention of her plans for Christmas, which don't include moving out. Sorry, dear.
Also, UPB called with wonderful, wonderful news and was startled by my landlord's foghorn of a voice, which stunned him into confused silence over the phone. I der kommissarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01471222813395343524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3542771.post-1061220878432439192003-08-18T10:34:00.000-05:002003-08-18T10:34:38.363-05:00Well. Woke up this morning and found all the water had drained out of the toilet tank. So, no toilet, especially as we're not real sure where it drained to and whether it's a good idea to dump in more. Anyway, Roomie called our landlord, who decided he needed to come over immediately, and was just incensed when she told him she'd rather he came over when one of us was home. Apparently, he der kommissarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01471222813395343524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3542771.post-1060895131200829742003-08-14T16:05:00.000-05:002003-08-14T16:10:02.936-05:00Sometimes, people really make you wonder. Our "competition" has moved from its traditional spot on the corner of Wisconsin to a really small storefront between Erb's and the booze store. From every report I've heard, it's a tiny, cramped fire hazard, but I guess the rent must be cheaper. They've also started a book reservation program like ours, but their mailing is a business-reply postcard der kommissarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01471222813395343524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3542771.post-1060785250555992972003-08-13T09:34:00.000-05:002003-08-13T09:38:58.483-05:00So, the subject of this, my next rant, is book publisher websites. Because they suck. I spent much of yesterday trying to locate a product on a business leadership-type publisher's website, and I was never able to find it. There are numerous references to it on other sites -- even a product number. Any of this information that I type into the company's own search engine (including the productder kommissarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01471222813395343524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3542771.post-1060478256178139532003-08-09T20:17:00.000-05:002003-08-09T20:17:36.160-05:00Okay. It's been a long while, but I have a confession to make, and I feel guilty about posting and not confessing, so my solution's been to not post. Bad solution. So, here's the confession:
There will be no symphony for me this season. I'm not allowed, because of my old blog. Apparently, a symphony sponsor (the sponsor of the little winter ball fundraiser that I bitched about, in fact) wasder kommissarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01471222813395343524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3542771.post-1059160492178106172003-07-25T14:14:00.000-05:002003-07-25T14:14:52.160-05:00Yay! I got a raise! Granted, it's a whopping 3%, bringing my wage up to $9.01/hour. Still -- a raise. It's about fuckin' time.
Day Three begins tonight. Last night was mostly sorting crap into various piles. Eventually, I'm going to have to figure out what to do with all the toys, games and sundry effluvia he's accumulated and doesn't use. Cardboard boxes are probably only a temporary der kommissarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01471222813395343524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3542771.post-1058996165424843802003-07-23T16:36:00.000-05:002003-07-23T16:46:03.450-05:00Yeah, alright. It's been a while. Suck it.
I would just like to mention that I currently have gotten two separate hits for wrong, wrong, wrong nudity: "naked airventure" and "airventure naked pictures." Why does anyone need naked EAA pictures?! Have they not seen the EAA members?
Today is Day One of my cleaning project: Make someone's apartment inhabitable. I got a small jump on things der kommissarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01471222813395343524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3542771.post-1057701100026977182003-07-08T16:51:00.000-05:002003-07-08T16:51:39.876-05:00For those of you who haven't discovered this yet (or who don't get/read email forwards), try this -- it's funny:
Go to Google. Type in "weapons of mass distruction" and hit "I'm feeling lucky" instead of Enter. Read the error message -- that's the joke, silly.
Oh, and if you haven't already, go register your phone number on the national no-call list. Your roommate will thank you.der kommissarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01471222813395343524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3542771.post-1057089122441125312003-07-01T14:52:00.000-05:002003-07-01T14:52:02.263-05:00Ooof. I just finished editing work's new website and presenting all my revisions (oh, and there were many) to my boss. I really liked being an English major in college, but being the only English major in the store definitely has its disadvantages. Like having to look at that website (I'm not posting a link, but it was bad -- ask Shirley). As I'm such a good employee, I refrained from commentder kommissarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01471222813395343524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3542771.post-1056658028786743512003-06-26T15:07:00.000-05:002003-06-26T15:07:08.810-05:00Holy shit. Things look a little different on the typing end here. Either I've been gone for a really long time, or I just chose an opportune moment to log in...
Anyway, now that everyone else has mentioned what a good time they had, I thought I'd also mention that prom was pretty fun. I even danced a few times, which is more than I danced at my actual high school prom. However, I still felt der kommissarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01471222813395343524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3542771.post-958737212003-06-20T15:09:00.000-05:002003-06-20T15:09:53.786-05:00Hrmm. Aside from the usual problems with humanity (bad drivers, bad customers, etc.) now someone's stolen my paper recycling bin. People don't steal garbage cans, so I don't know what their problem is. However, upon reflection, I guess it's pretty typical OshVegas behavior to ransack front terraces for anything that's not nailed down, especially on garbage day. I didn't think anyone would der kommissarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01471222813395343524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3542771.post-955529512003-06-11T10:51:00.000-05:002003-06-11T10:51:46.303-05:00Yay! Ron Perlman is the coolest -- and only -- choice they could've made for this. Oh, and Yay! Childhood memories are fun, especially when the merchandise was so wonderfully gross.
Last night was a good night of TV-watchin' -- we saw the first disc of Kingpin "Producer's Cut" episodes, and then the missus got to see how Faith went bad. (Buffy: You don't get it -- you killed a man./Faith: Noder kommissarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01471222813395343524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3542771.post-952405192003-06-03T10:35:00.000-05:002003-06-03T10:35:12.330-05:00*sigh* So I've finished reading the new Billy Chaka novel and it was damn good. Anyone who would be interested in coming to visit me and purchasing the other copy I ordered should also remember to bring their alumni card (did you get one?) and get 20% off. I'm just saying...
Wait, I forgot he doesn't read blogs. Oh, well.
Also available soon are Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Philosophy: Fear der kommissarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01471222813395343524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3542771.post-949525802003-05-27T14:19:00.000-05:002003-05-27T14:21:48.000-05:00Um, I believe the phrase I used was "crazy Jesus trickery," dear, but thanks for reminding me.der kommissarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01471222813395343524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3542771.post-949521402003-05-27T14:08:00.000-05:002003-05-27T14:27:42.000-05:00Let me tell you, it's good to be home. The best day we had in Baltimore was Friday, during which we sat around, ate Mexican, and went to see A Mighty Wind (not to be confused with this), which was very, very funny (though Molly didn't think so...). Then, the drive home. I nearly had to kill my father because the whole time we were out in Baltimore, he laughingly told everyone who'd listen thatder kommissarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01471222813395343524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3542771.post-947875522003-05-23T09:47:00.000-05:002003-05-23T09:47:45.403-05:00Urgh. So vacation is nearly over, and good thing, since I can't take much more of this. I think it was a bad sign when I was close to killing them all after the second day in the car...
Grandma's list of irrational hatreds now includes Indiana (on top of Appleton, Minnesota, and various celebrities I can't be bothered to keep track of). Indiana deserves hating, apparently, because of their der kommissarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01471222813395343524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3542771.post-944717242003-05-16T16:44:00.000-05:002003-05-16T16:44:41.956-05:00I was reading this today and it nearly made me cry. Now I know what I could be facing as an uninsured person. It pisses me off that our country can be in so much trouble socially and economically and the current administration still continues to flap about tax cuts and rebuilding foreign countries. I read somewhere else that an army private gets paid $19,585 for a year of service, while the der kommissarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01471222813395343524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3542771.post-943316692003-05-14T10:07:00.000-05:002003-05-14T10:07:33.330-05:00For all y'all not on the mailing list, here's TMBG news: The documentary, Gigantic, about our beloved Johns is playing in Chicago June 20-26. Maybe we should road trip? I'm pretty sure it's not getting any closer than that. They're also starting work on a new album soon. And, for the book geeks among us, the kids' book version of "Bed, Bed, Bed" will be out in the fall -- it'll have a 4-song der kommissarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01471222813395343524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3542771.post-942901332003-05-13T16:57:00.000-05:002003-05-13T17:08:17.000-05:00Here's something for you GenCon addicts: A little run-down of all the cool shit that should've been happening in Milwaukee this year...
In other news, I'm finally done with the symphony season. The final gig didn't end in a tornado as I'd predicted, but I think the torrential rains and high winds made up for it. It wouldn't be symphony without bad weather. And of course I was out in it, der kommissarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01471222813395343524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3542771.post-936196332003-05-01T17:14:00.000-05:002003-05-01T17:14:17.796-05:00Two things:
One, I saw the geekiest license plate last night: O 2B XENA. Yeah. Does anyone know this person? I would like to know if it's a guy or a girl.
Two, I got two "Congratulations on your engagement" cards (which I have yet to share with Shirley -- sorry, dear). Two of the exact same card. I mean, I know a fair amount of little-old-lady types, but what are the odds? I didn't der kommissarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01471222813395343524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3542771.post-935458952003-04-30T13:34:00.000-05:002003-04-30T13:34:44.630-05:00For everyone's information, there will be a student pottery exhibition/sale May 9th, 8-7, at the ceramics lab. I know I'll be obsessing over porcelain stuff, as usual.
Also, I spent much of this morning photocopying the last four chapters of a very large textbook. Apparently, the publisher told us there was a new edition available (which we ordered), but neglected to clarify that it was a der kommissarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01471222813395343524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3542771.post-934904692003-04-29T16:47:00.000-05:002003-04-29T16:47:31.520-05:00Okay, so here's a preliminary list. Agents, lock up your celebrities.
1. Neil Gaiman - he also lives the closest, so you never know...
2. Isaac Adamson - just read his lists of favorites and you'll see how he's a shoo-in
3. David Bowie - I don't care how old he's getting, the Thin White Duke will always be hott
4. Owen Wilson - ever since Bottlerocket, man...
5. Adrien Brody - yummy even beforeder kommissarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01471222813395343524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3542771.post-934289552003-04-28T18:24:00.000-05:002003-04-28T18:24:21.133-05:00Umm, yeah. So, now that I'm all spoken for, I guess I should publish an official "list." I doubt I'll be able to stop at just five eligible guys, but I have no plans to try for 100.
Oh, and for those of you who missed it, Shirley will now be referred to as "the missus." We spilled the news to my parents and grandma on Sunday and they took it in their usual sedate manner; then we split a der kommissarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01471222813395343524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3542771.post-932600012003-04-25T15:23:00.000-05:002003-04-25T15:23:47.746-05:00Today, I actually heard someone say, "I already boughted one." The person who said it was not a pre-schooler. She was at least 18 and was not, in my opinion, joking.
Someday, I will lost all faith in humanity and these things will no longer faze me.der kommissarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01471222813395343524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3542771.post-930073182003-04-21T17:18:00.000-05:002003-04-21T17:18:07.623-05:00My boss is possibly one step closer to yet another breakdown -- it's never a good sign when she's on the phone yelling, stuttering and near tears, and it's not a personal call. Actually, we were discussing this over Easter dinner and my dad suggested that I nudge her closer to the edge myself so I could have her job. So, I guess the evil is hereditary. And my parents always seemed like such der kommissarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01471222813395343524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3542771.post-924522072003-04-11T16:35:00.000-05:002003-04-11T16:35:56.513-05:00Um, I was just now playing Mah Jong Tiles, slacking off at work, and one of the ads along the side of the game was actually using the "war" in Iraq to sell product. It was for the Left Behind series of books, or at least it was a plug for one of the authors. I think the ad said something like, "Showdown in Iraq -- see what end times scholars think," and it had Tim LaHaye's name all over it. der kommissarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01471222813395343524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3542771.post-918574802003-04-02T12:20:00.000-06:002003-04-02T12:20:28.966-06:00Yay! It's bitching time! Except it's not about symphony -- it's about work. The feud is on again between the two elderly ladies I work with. Jackie was in Florida for several months and things were calm, but not anymore. All I hear about is what a bad co-worker Jackie is -- and I agree that she is -- but Denise will not complain to our boss. She'd rather be a martyr for the cause, though der kommissarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01471222813395343524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3542771.post-918482752003-04-02T09:40:00.000-06:002003-04-02T09:40:35.716-06:00Yeah, so I've been for shit lately. I have no excuse but laziness, so don't waste your time. However, I started symphony last night so I'll have plenty to bitch about, at least for a few days.
Before the bitching starts, though, I'll mention that our new conductor for this concert looks like an older, more flamboyant Mr. Swag. It's like if Mr. Swag were greying at the temples and gestured wayder kommissarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01471222813395343524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3542771.post-915715312003-03-28T16:40:00.000-06:002003-03-28T16:40:39.983-06:00So, I drove behind a minivan with its blinker on for about five minutes before it turned in the direction opposite from the signal. I was finally close enough at that point to read the gigantic decal across the back window: Omro Wolves.
I'll never tire of local humor, even when it's that easy.der kommissarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01471222813395343524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3542771.post-910128812003-03-19T14:57:00.000-06:002003-03-19T14:57:17.890-06:00I don't know that I have much, specifically, to talk about. Running around like a crazy person, trying to mail out all the symphony music, making appointments for my car and also for myself (you'll see), blah, blah. Work is boring, but not nearly as boring as this past Saturday, when I got to sit here for 10 hours with no internet access because the entire building forgot how to talk to the der kommissarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01471222813395343524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3542771.post-901180012003-03-04T10:14:00.000-06:002003-03-04T10:14:50.263-06:00Back to the slacking grind after a thoroughly satisfying shopping trip to Princeton. I even got to make fun of dear Shirley, though he couldn't make the trip. Here's why, so you may mock along at home:
We went to Princeton this weekend because there was a sale. They sent out postcards. Velveteen and UPB are on their mailing list, as is Shirley. So, because he can't go along on the trip and der kommissarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01471222813395343524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3542771.post-899238742003-02-28T16:04:00.000-06:002003-02-28T16:04:52.373-06:00First off, before I rant about anything else, there's this. I have such a hetero crush on Ms Garner, so I get all giggly at the thought of more movies. *sigh*
Anyway, thanks, all for attending my little soiree. I must say, for such a grab-assy good time, it was amazingly easy to clean up. Good thing I have such considerate friends...
Regarding my grandma's funeral, I will say this: Holy der kommissarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01471222813395343524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3542771.post-895023862003-02-21T10:10:00.000-06:002003-02-21T10:10:18.030-06:00For those of you who haven't already heard, the grandma with the tumor passed away on Tuesday. Visitation is Sunday 2-6 and the funeral is Monday, so I've got the whole day off work. Everything is in New Holstein, so I get to make a little pilgrimage to the Little Holy Land that is the east side of Lake Winnebago. Also, I might possibly be a pall-bearer, unless I am declared too short by the der kommissarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01471222813395343524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3542771.post-893210392003-02-18T13:07:00.000-06:002003-02-18T13:07:37.946-06:00Goddammit, I just broke my desk. One more crisis-type event and I'm going medieval on someone, I swear to Christ.der kommissarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01471222813395343524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3542771.post-893195562003-02-18T12:40:00.000-06:002003-02-18T17:28:24.000-06:00There's nothing like beating your head against the wall of co-worker incompetence. I am currently so frustrated and enraged that if a member of our MIS department actually showed his face, I would probably go berzerk and kill him before he had a chance to fix anything. Also, I'm contemplating an act of aggression against my friends in our campus' document services department.
First, the MIS der kommissarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01471222813395343524noreply@blogger.com0