Last Friday the layoffs started for the Los Angeles staff at PowWeb. This after Endurance assured and guaranteed me, on several different occasions, that their jobs would be safe through the end of the summer. Just another example of the sterling behavior of the GREATEST HOST ON EARTH. Yeah.
Category Archives: The Human Race
Thank you for calling the White House. My name is Krishna, how may I be providing you excellent service today?
For the second time the company I work for has been sold out from under me, and for the second time the buyer was not another company in the same industry, but rather an investment group. Our 77,000 clients are now being moved over to a company who’s main interest is acquisitions (Endurance International Group), and only seems to be using the web hosting business as a means to get to large amounts of cash.
This is the modern world
I had to tell about 20 people today that they were going to be out of work soon.
Dude! Your wiki is showing…
I used to lend a hand to editing a few articles on wikipedia, but it was such an exercise in futility and frustration that I had to quit.
Doctor, it hurts when I move my arm like this…
I am apolitical to the point of being apathetic. Neither Democrat or Republican, more a begrudging participant, and even then, only when it’s time to vote. As far as voting for president is concerned, I have done so every four years since 1980, and in those seven presidential elections I have not once managed to cast a vote for the “winning” candidate. That should give you an idea of where I’m coming from. Not exactly the mainstream, but I came to grips with that a long time ago.
Big Apple dreamin’ on a wooden floor
Recently back home from a week long trip to New York city, which is all well and good, except for the record breaking, biblical-proportions rain that fell for the entire week. Seriously, it stopped raining for maybe 15 minutes while we were there. Then I came home (Carol went on to Philadelphia for a few days), and it rained here for a week.
A Rambling Essay on Politics and the Bleeding Life Written While Drinking a Six-Pack (Tall)
I’ve been thinking about America a lot lately, and New Orleans, and that guy who went on live TV and said, “George Bush doesn’t care about black people.”
Don’t think twice, it’s all right
Gah, two new Dell computers arrived tonight. They weren’t supposed to be here until Monday. Now at least one of them will be taunting me all weekend to set it up.
Nobody’s fault
oh my. I laughed so hard that the Knob Creek I was sipping came out of my nose when I read about the hubbub over a hidden sex scene in video game “Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas.”
Secret Santa
most of us don’t pay much attention to our surroundings, since for the most part we see the same tired crap every day. so when something has changed, it can pop right out at you. and today something was definitely popping out at me from the side of the house. someone had propped something up against one of the big fan palms.
Everything we touch turns to rust
Associated Press says, “Ending a century-old tradition, Eastman Kodak Co. will soon stop making black-and-white photographic paper, a niche product for fine-art photographers and hobbyists that is rapidly being supplanted by digital-imaging systems.”
On the edge of seventeen
[image] A fan releases a dove outside Santa Barbara County Superior Court in Santa Maria, Calif., Monday, June 13, 2005, after Michael Jackson was acquitted in his child molestation case.
Life at 300 baud
Carol and I have been watching a great documentary for the past couple of days, and I know how documentary-hungy you bitches are, so here it is — BBS: The Documentary.
Lenny Bruce was right
ebay canceled two auctions I had running because they considered them, “Hateful or Discriminatory.”
Bad meat in the can
we certainly collect a lot of weird shit, there’s no denying that. beer cans, civil war bullets, old radios, HotWheels cars, plates with shit printed on them…it’s really a never ending list. but I will admit that I was surprised to learn that there were label collectors.