I Don’t Like My Job.

In the grand tradition of sucking, I’m going to have to start going to work two hours earlier every day next week. I really don’t like my job, y’know.

Now, I really want to start writing stuff to prevent this site from being another mopey guy’s personal journal, but I guess I’m not going to do that today.

And as for my new computer, I still haven’t done anything more to try to get it together. I guess I should do that tomorrow or on the weekend, since I won’t have as much time next week and beyond…

Patrick-o Killed The Radio Star

Actually, I just killed a radio. And I didn’t quite kill it. Anyway, I had this little hand-held radio at work. Y’know, like a walkie talkie thing. Well, I dropped it into the machinery while it was running. The battery fell out on impact, so it was fine, but the rest of it got crushed under some wheels. And the rest of it still functions, though the liquid crystal display is all screwed up. All in all, I’d say I enjoyed crushing some company property. And that is that.

Also, I am going to make as many “Video Killed The Radio Star” references as I can for the duration of this month.

I Don’t Even Have A Lawyer…

If there were simply no way to avoid being taped to a train and brought to Wisconsin, would you do it? Yes. You would. You’d have no choice.


Rambo Philanto.
That’s the name of my lawyer.
Well… I wish it was.

Alright, since I’ve started working only night shifts, I’ve felt far more rested and stuff. I’ve been generally feeling better (though I still despise having to go to work). Thus, starting next week, I’m going to do things for the site, dammit. Be there, or be so square you’re a rectangle!

Dot This!

I don’t listen much to the radio. Granted it is a fine way to tune out the real world, but I’m getting better at doing that all on my own. But even so I’ve noticed that at least two local radio stations are stating to use “dot” instead of “point” in their names. Like Eighty-three-dot-seven or whathaveyou. Internet killed the radio point, it seemed.

And even before that I had seen phone numbers started to use dots instead of dashes. That’s far more of a stretch.

I have to be against this. If I don’t fight such changes, what’s to keep them from replacing decimals in other circumstances? What’ll I do when they hold the Senator’s family hostage for Three-dot-five million dollars? I don’t have a clue! And what if they decide to replace the dashes in Morse Code with dots as well? Think of the confusion that’ll cause. I won’t even get started on Dot and the Kangaroo.

I do, however, support replacing the word “O’Clock” with “dot-clock”. I think doing this will solve so many problems you’d crap if you knew them all.

Anyway, I’m done.