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Existing in a society of sychophants

I like the word. Sychophants. It begins with the sound of the word “psycho”. And that pretty much explains it all.

March in the business world brings its own version of “March Madness” in that most all companies do their performance appraisals in March.

Yippee. For managers, you have to write up the appraisals, get the requisite approvals, and cover the review. And if you have any soul whatsoever, you have been keeping notes on the performance of your reports for the entire year so that the review you write isn’t a bunch of crap that you half-way remember in between watching reruns of “The Daily Show”.

And I work with a bunch of sychophants. Suck ups of the highest order. It turns my stomach.

And you want to know what else is pissing me off? Women bloggers. Yeah, I went down that road and I am looking to buy property. Get over it. When women talk about themselves, their bodies, their thoughts it is cool and edgy. If I talk about a woman I am creepy, or disgusting. And yet I read womens blogs where they talk about their breasts, and their vaginas in the most graphic terms, and THEY ARE READ MY THOUSANDS OF PEOPLE. Both men and women. But just you wait, because if I started writing about my penis you could hear the stampede of browsers being closed all the way to Canada.

Though I do talk a bit about pooping, because pooping is pretty cool.

I digress. Continuing with the outrage.

Ah crap. I am done with the outrage. I just canm’t keep a good outrage rant going like I used to. I think I am going to go take a nap.

Or maybe poop.

L8R

My Personal Ipod…The MiPod

I have a reader who sends me stuff.

As if the first part of that sentence weren’t cool enough “I have a reader”. Said reader sends me stuff pretty much cinches the coolness part.

What is sent are jokes and commentary on what I have written. That being said, I asked permission to post some of what was sent, and that permission was granted.

Thanks.

I am not a big joke kinda guy, most jokes I really don’t get. But the ones that I have been sen are cute enough in their own right, so I thought that I would share them with you.

Lucky you.

Here is the first:

A lady goes to her priest one day and tells him, Father, I have a problem….

I have two female parrots,
But they only know how to say one thing.

‘What do they say?’ the priest inquired.

They say;

‘Hi, we’re hookers
Do you want to have some fun?

That’s obscene!’ the priest exclaimed,

Then he thought for a moment,
‘You know,’ he said,
‘I may have a solution to your problem.

I have two male talking parrots,
Which I have taught to pray and read the Bible.

Bring your two parrots over to my house,
And we’ll put them in the cage with FranK and Peter.

My parrots can teach your parrots to praise and worship,
And your parrots are sure to stop saying
that phrase . . In no time.

Thank you,’ the woman responded,
this may very well be the solution.

The next day,

She brought her female parrots to the priest’s house.

As he ushered her in,

She saw that his two male parrots
Were inside their cage holding rosary beads and praying.

Impressed,
She walked over and placed her parrots in with them.

After a few minutes,

The female parrots cried out in unison:
Hi, we’re hookers!
Do you want to have some fun?

There was stunned silence.

Shocked!!!

One male parrot looked over at the other male parrot
And exclaimed……………..

‘Put the beads away, Frank.
Our prayers have been answered!’

And then there is this one.

SPANISH Teacher was explaining to her class that, in Spanish, unlike
> English, nouns are designated as either masculine or feminine.
>
> ‘House’ for instance, is feminine: ‘la casa.’
> ‘Pencil,’ however, is masculine: ‘el lapiz.’
>
> So, a student asked, ‘What gender is ‘computer’?’
>
> Instead of giving the answer, the teacher split the class into two
> groups, male and female, and asked them to decide for themselves whether
> ‘computer’ should be a masculine or a feminine noun. Each group was
> asked to give four reasons for its recommendation.
>
> The men’s group decided that ‘computer’ should definitely be of the
> feminine gender (‘la Computadora’), because:
>
> 1. No one but their creator understands their internal logic;
>
> 2. The native language they use to communicate with other computers is
> incomprehensible to everyone else;
>
> 3. Even the smallest mistakes are stored in long term memory for
> possible later retrieval; and
>
> 4. As soon as you make a commitment to one, you find yourself spending
> half your paycheck on accessories for it.
>
> (THIS GETS BETTER!)
>
> The women’s group, however, concluded that computers should be Masculine
> (‘el computador’), because:
>
> 1. In order to do anything with them, you have to turn them on.
>
> 2. They have a lot of data but still can’t think for themselves.
>
> 3. They are supposed to help you solve problems, but half the time they
> ARE the problem; and
>
> 4. As soon as you commit to one, you realize that if you had waited a
> little longer, you could have gotten a better model.
>
> As usual, the women won.

The second one is painful for me. Because of the time wasted figuring out the divisions, rather than the areas of commonality.

Namaste.

The good times never stay, and the cheap thrills always seen to fade away

I love that line.

Don’t know that it is appropo to anything that I am going to write, but what the hell.   It is a great line.

Thursday is Valentines Day.  The day that we, here in the US, send the loves of our lives flowers, candy, and cards.  Do Not Forget The Cards.

Lets emphasize that, shall we?

DO NOT FORGET THE CARD! 

There.  That is appropriate.  I was picking out cards for MLW, and The Princess this evening and pretty much found the ones that I wanted in just a few seconds.  There was a woman who would pick a card, read it, and then get another one, read it, look at the two cards, put one back, pick another card.  This went of for about 5 minutes.  During all of this, I picked my cards, paid for them, and was walking past the card section to the back of the store.  And she was still there picking a card, reading it, staring at both that card and the one she was holding, sighing, and putting one back.

Sometimes I really like being a guy.  I am so superficial.

Namaste.