badgerville

I swear, I'm going to keep this thing updated.

2005-01-08T23:37:00.000-08:00

Honest.

assbadger radio. tune in.

2004-12-01T21:30:00.000-08:00

http://yikes.amer.net:8000/listen.pls

Click or copy and paste into your audio player of choice.

What should I write about?

2004-11-24T22:58:00.000-08:00

Making fun of Canadians? Nah, too easy.

Work has really been keeping me busy lately.

2004-10-02T01:30:00.000-07:00

So many unanswered IM's and emails. So many blog posts to write as well. Sure, it's good to be busy again, but I usually get home from work and crash on the sofa before The West Wing is even over. WTF? Do I need to start drinking coffee with dinner too?

Technolust

2004-09-26T14:49:00.000-07:00

I was finally overcome by techno-lust at the Apple Store this weekend.

It all started when I got my final unemployment checks in the mail on Saturday. I have been going round and round with the Washington State Employment Security Department over a few hundred dollars in UI money that they owe me. Well, the money finally showed up almost a fucking month after I started my new job. You really don't want to get me started on a rant about those asstards. So I really didn't need the money to pay bills, so I said "wtf, let's go replace the stolen iPod." My roommate needed to replace hers as well, as she left it on an airplane recently. We hopped on the streetcar and a few minutes later we were walking amongst all the cool gadgetry that fills the SF Apple Store I had gone in with the full intention of getting the 20 gig model and not spending a dime over $300 (my employer gets a corporate partnership discount on Apple stuff, so the 20 GB iPod is only $270). But then I started thinking, which is always trouble, especially when it comes to me buying tech stuff... I want to use the iPod as a drive to not only store music, but to carry around my personal files and and applications as well as an emergency bootable OS X partition, so I'm really going to need more than the 17.5 gigs or however much space a formatted 20 gig iPod would give me. After a few minutes of debating in my head, I settled on the 40 gig model. I figure I can use the extra storage space for porn or something.

Some dickhead stole our recycle can yesterday.

2004-09-15T23:43:00.000-07:00

I took the trash, recycling, and compost cans out to the curb monday night for Tuesday pickup, like normal. And of course around midnight, the homeless people came down the street picking through to get glass bottles and cans, again, like normal. But when I went out Tuesday morning to pull the cans back into the garage, the blue recycle bin was missing. wtf? Who would steal my recycle can? Why would you do that? Isn't it kind of obvious that something's amiss if you are walking down the street with a big blue fucking 40 gallon recycle can on wheels? I just don't get it. To whomever has it, I hope you enjoy it, asslick. You get a nice almost-new container for your recyclables, and I get to pay the trash company for a replacement.

Panties

2004-09-12T22:41:00.000-07:00

Girls, you know we can see your panties, right? Like in the office and shit.

1. You are aware of this, yes?
2. It doesn't bother you?

Just wondering because lately I've been noticing a lot of panties hangning out all over the place: at work, walking down the street, on the train, at the grocery store, etc. Not that I'm complaining, mind you.

Brunch with the Smallberries'

2004-09-11T21:40:00.000-07:00

Let me first start by asking why the hell aren't there any freaks on BART at 9:00 AM on a Saturday? It was a rather uneventful ride out from SF to Darth's. The weather was wonderful; sunny and warm but not too hot. It was pretty much just me and one or two other "normal" people on the train, so I was able to sit and read for most of the trip, which was about 50 minutes. I was just about able to finish up the 9/11 Commission Report, which I've been making my way through this week. I got off the train and found Darth, who was nice enough to give me a ride to his house from the station. We rolled in his pimpmobile; the top was down, the chrome spinnin'. Got to the house to find that Zelda and Bruno had already arrived. Yikesahootie arrived shortly thereafter. I think she was on the same train that I was, but she was riding her bike from the station to Darth's house. Like last time, our hosts put out a great spread: coffee, juice, bacon, sausage, fruit, eggs, toasted garlic bread with roasted orange peppers, and other yummy stuff that I can't remember off the top of my head. There was much eating and laughing. A good time was had by all. Zelda brought books for everyone. Darth Jr. won his football game as well. No walks with the dogs this time, but I think I may bring Gracie next time. And a pair of skates.

Printer Pirates at the office.

2004-09-08T19:24:00.000-07:00

So I guess this is another rant. Shit. But anyway, these people are in every office. I've seen it many times before. Perhaps you are even one of them: The office Printer Pirates. You know what I mean. Those bastards who, as soon as you print something, seem to arrive at the printer to pick up their document and toss yours in the recycle pile. Fucking hell, that drives me up a wall. In my office, the black and white laser is right behind my cube, smack in the middle of the department, so when I print something, I can just get up, walk behind my cube wall and grab my stuff. Easy enough, right? The thing is, I print a lot of wide-format color stuff. And the three big printers are in a special room with the plotter and the Splash servers about 100 feet away from my desk. Since I work in the print production studio, with about 30 designers and production artists, it stands to reason that the color printers will be busy throughout the day. That's fine, that's why there are three color printers in the first place. But every damned time I printed something on the color printers, regardless of which of the three that I used, I only ended up finding about half of my documents in the output trays. The rest either ended up in the recycle bin or in the "mystery pile" of prints that accumulate and wait to be claimed as the day goes on. Almost every time I walked in to pick up my prints, there was a woman in there making color copies (the color printers also function as color copiers). Not always the same woman, every so often there was this one dude in there too doing the same thing. Anyway, I can only figure that these people, from accounting, I understand, that are the printer pirates that toss your prints about the room. The creative team members know to just leave anything that isn't their's in the printers' output trays.

But the thing that really bugs the shit out of me is that the printer pirates are so fucking quick to print something and then sprint to the color room to pick their shit up. For fuck's sake, most of accounting is on salary, so why be in such a damned hurry. And why the hell do you think you can come into the creative studio, use our consumables, which come out of our budget, not accounting's, and then diss us by tossing our stuff in the recycle bin?

Fucking printer pirates, man!

Yeah, I'm pretty sure I'm turning into an old woman.

2004-09-06T01:49:00.000-07:00

I'm sitting here reading through the Sunday sale papers and drinking a gin and tonic. What's next? Am I going to start yelling at the neighbor kids to turn down that "damned rock and roll music and stop smoking the marijuana!?"

By the way, Target has Metamucil on sale, two for one this weekend.

:old:

The Scum's had their baby this morning.

2004-09-05T13:30:00.000-07:00

Ra! At about 8:30 this morning, about nine days overdue. But she finally decided to make her debut. I think I get to go see her later today. Woohoo!

Chocolate bagels? wtf?

2004-08-31T20:54:00.001-07:00

So today was my first day in the office at the new job. My boss is rad. She and one of the other managers had a nice welcome breakfast get together for me this morning. There was coffee and juice, fresh fruit, and bagels. I was introduced to all the marketing people and creative people. Fun was had by all. Hell, there was even a huge "Welcome Adam!" sign. Anyway, about the bagels... I had just loaded up my plate with pineapple, grapes, watermelon, etc, and grabbed what I thought was a cinnamon and raisin bagel. I slathered that baby up with cream cheese and took a big old bite. To my shock, those little dark bits weren't raisins, but in fact were chocolate chips. Barf-tastic! I really don't like chocolate, never liked it, in fact. So there I was in front of a dozen co-workers with a mouthful of nasty bagel. Of course I didn't want to look like a tool by spitting it out in a napkin and tossing the damned thing. I sucked it up and ate it. All of it. Then went back to my desk and drank a liter of that kick-ass Fiji water.

How many other Fun Place posters have these here fancy blog thingies?

2004-08-30T21:57:00.000-07:00

I know infobabe and darth do. I don't think it would be possible for Dairy Maid not to have one, being a loaf-about college kid and all. Whom else?

There was a naked girl on the bus today.

2004-08-30T21:34:00.000-07:00

Not exactly something you see every day. Made the ride home pleasant.

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Third month living in San Francisco.

2004-08-30T21:10:00.000-07:00

It just dawned on me that I've been here since May 31st. Still getting used to all the new neighborhoods and whatnot, but the roommates are great. We have two dogs in the house and a family of raccoons living outside in the garden. All in all, the city is really starting to grow on me. I've seen a few rock shows, checked out a few bars, and gotten the hang of BART and Muni.

I think I'm going to like it here.

test

2004-08-29T21:03:00.000-07:00

is this shit working?