Living the Middle Life

In soviet Russia, the middle life is living.

Monday, November 27, 2006

I feel like being sarcastic.

So science is awesome. With the marvels of science we can do anything.

Let's see, with modern science people can live to be older than ever. Then their bodies deteriorate. So we clone people and replace your brain into the new body. Hey, now we're immortal. However, we're mistreating the clones, so we outlaw this.

We have lots of clones running around. So my clone kills me and takes my life. He leaves my dead body back at his house, where everyone thinks he died. Aw, hey, some doctor playing god decides to take HIS brain out of his dieing body and put it in mine.

You wanna good looking wife? Just order one.

Human life looses all it's value. Well, if we look at this materialistically, that's not so bad. After all, we're no better than animals if God hadn't made us in his own image. So what if life looses all it's value?

Because we all want someone taking our life. Right? There are those don't think so. They think it wont touch them. They are special, they are above everyone else. And even if everything else fails, technology will save them, technology that can destroy them, it will save them.

That same technology that starts your car on a cold day. That same technology that keeps web servers from ever crashing. The same technology that, well, you get the picture.

Yet without technology, we'd still be in the dark ages.

So my sarcasm is done for now.

Friday, November 17, 2006


So I'm at work today. A usual thing for Fridays. I'm hauling a cart full of cardboard boxes, whose contents I had just previously stocked, into the back. When this guy standing over by the cheese beckons me over.

"Where's the Swiss cheese?" he asks, pointing to the empty stop where the Swiss cheese is usually kept.

After poking around neighboring cheeses to see if one hadn't gotten shoved to the side I told him I'd look in the back. So I go into the dairy cooler and I find the boxes of cheese of the brand that was on sale, the type he wanted. It was a huge stack. There had to be 50 little boxes (just smaller than your head) stacked up there. I looked through them all. "Cheddar, Cheddar, Cheddar... Mozzarella, Mozzarella, Mozzarella... Colby, Colby, Colby..." No Swiss. It being Friday, we had a load in as well. (that being why I work fir, to put up the load) So I look all over the pallets. No cheese. Not even cheddar, mozzarella or colby. None at all on those pallets.

So I go back out onto the floor and tell him that we have no swiss. That I checked and I double checked. I even looked through the pallets.

He gets a little squinty in the eyes and takes a step closer to me, never blinking. I get a little panicked, but I keep my ground, I don't step back. If he wants to be mad, let him be mad. There's nothing to be done about it. If the warehouse didn't send us more cheese with the load, the warehouse must not have cheese either. There's nothing that can possibly get done. So I look right back at him and try to stay rather pleasant.

He looks at me for a while, he moved his head around to different angles, still staring. (Paul gets out his dictionary), Hmm... how about glowering? he continues to glower. I kept expecting him to say something, but he didn't. So I then inform him that he can get a raincheck (he can come back later, when we have cheese, and get the special deal) up at the front desk.

He asks why can't I give him one. After a moments pause I explain that, not only do I not have authorization to authorize one, but I don't have the raincheck slips. However, the people up front would be quite happy to give him one. He asks if I'm sure the people up front will give him one, still glowering. I tell him I am sure. He asks how sure. I tell him absolutely positive. He asks if I'm really, really sure. I tell him I am.

He glowers at me for a little longer. Then with a laugh, a pat on the shoulder, he goes off. I'm completely struck with... not-able-to-move-ness (or whatever it's name is), but I manage to smile and try to share in the joke.

Absolutely weird.

I've always wanted to try that on Wal-Mart employees, but I think that now, even I am not that heartless.

Friday, November 10, 2006

New Shirts

For a while now I've been in a mood where I feel like my wardrobe needs a change. Now, this is not something that's common for me. I'm a guy, and I'm even less wardrobe conscious than many other guys (at least I think). I've really never had much of a change in my life. When my old cloths get small or worn out, I'd buy new ones. All T shirts, sweaters and jeans.

However, I'm not a stylish person. Trying to look good in style and in actuallality. It's not something I want to bother with. How do I change?

Well, as I'm at work one day (yes a story about work) one of my managers comes in. I think he was getting something he left in the break room. But he's not in for work, so instead of the usual uniform he's wearing a T shirt.

My first thought was, "Woh, he looks weird without a collar."

This was were I got my inspiration from. (Well, it's not really inspiration is it?) My first thought was Polo Shirts, but I decided not, I've never liked Polo Shirts. (No offence to my Polo Shirt wearing audience.)

Button down shirts were next. A really awesome idea. They look nifty, and you can tuck them in and look extra snazzy in an instant. Being cold isn't a problem either, I can just put a shirt on underneath.

Only problem is that I only have four of them shirts.