The clouds have been rolling in. Yesterday was blue skies, today cream colored. Not complaining. Been around for a bit this afternoon. Had to get a new smoke detector because the one we have is about 10 years old and had to go.
They don’t last forever you know. Take one off your ceiling and you will see a date stamp on the back. Over 5 years, it’s advisable to ditch it. I did the smart thing and went to CVS and bought a new one since the hardware store sells it for $10.00 more.
Today on the news, it was mainly about Jim Bunning the Senator from Kentucky and his blocking the unemployment benefits and extensions. One or two other Senators chimed in, saying that people that are collecting unemployment benefits are living high off the hog.
I was surprised to see that other people thought that way, if thinking can actually be used to described these pigs. And I do understand their resentment, the high off the hogs sentiment must hit too close to home because I can only imagine that these people are fucking pigs.
It’s similar to what fuck tard someone from Bala Cyanide wrote last month when I got out when I could in that tar pit of a scam of a job. That I (and the other unemployed people) enjoy being out of work, without benefits and having to subsist on a much lower rate.
It’s lard asses people like that who seem to think like in that manner and by mentioning thinking as a verb for that kind of person I am showing a largesse that they rarely afford to others.
Today has been a day where I thought about people from the past. I do that most every day, but today I decided to write about it. I was thinking about some people I used to work with at HBJ. There was Annie Carroll who was a lot of fun, quite a lot of fun to be around.
She worked in the Psych department. Last I heard from her was a letter sent almost 20 years ago. She was living in Lodi. My father got the letter and angrily insisted that I immediately inform her that I no longer reside in Lodi.
Carlos Baez was also in the Psych department. He was from the Bronx, a former junkie and having an affair with Flo Ligouri who worked in the PO department. Carlos was one of those people that stopped being my friend when word got out that I was gay.
He thought it was disgusting. More disgusting than shooting up heroin and screwing around with someone’s wife while his own wife was home in the Bronx raising their kids. A class act that Carlos. He then started cheating on Flo with Maria Maldonado.
Looking back I am glad he stopped being my friend. People that lived in shooting galleries on Adultery Lane really shouldn’t throw stones.
Bill Wrice was a great guy that I worked with though. A true friend from those HBJ days. He couldn’t care less if I was gay or not.
We even stayed in touch once I left HBJ, even friends long enough to attend a party I threw in Weehawken. Last I heard he was a corrections officer and like most corrections officer and those in law enforcement he is off the grid.
But perhaps if he Google’s himself, perhaps he’ll find this and drop a line.
That’s about it for now. Anything happens I’ll let you know. You know I will.
Let this be a warning to you if you're planing on attending Fake Patricks Day this Saturday
I’m having a somewhat similar quandary, trying to remember the past while also responding to people from my past who wish I remember it like them. Apparently it all comes down to emotions and details. A loggerhead for sure.
But I’m mentioning the good, the bad and the indifferent.
John, (by Sally or Maurice on a Soap Box) Bold comments are by moi.
My mother did not love children and she tried to drown me along with the rest of the cats. I have no life so I am here judging yours. Any idea on how to handle a UTI? I caught one during childbirth. Not during my childbirth session, just one of the local feral pigs in my hut.
Sally
Well I’m just glad to know that you’re not my cousin, Sally. Like I wrote a month ago, you don’t know the full story since I never wrote the full story. But wingnuts never need the full story do they Sally?
I will say this, the company was quite shady, shady enough to make me flee as soon as I could. To this day I am confident I made the correct decision. It will only be a matter of time before the misdeeds of this firm will come to light.
But no Sally, you keep thinking that my $275.00 a week is living high on the hog. Yes I’m sure if I stayed at the firm when they go down, the trials that ensue will be a justified usage of your tax dollars. Not to mention my tax dollars. Are you looking for a thank you note? I’m sure making t shirts is a nice line of work, I wish you well in that. I hope you report the income of your cafe press sales properly. Wouldn’t want to see your income misused or unreported.
I hardly ever watch Rachel Maddow by the way. If you read this blog you will have read why I don’t. It is cute to see you jumping to conclusions. I don’t think I rant that often, perhaps you only read these posts if there is a rant since most of the time it’s detailing the day by day existence of yours truly.
Yes Sally, it is time for you to go back to work.
I feel like quoting Kathy Griffin here. There are t-shirts, coffee mugs, messenger bags and greeting cards to be made, and they’re not going to make themselves.http://www.cafepress.com/kinematic
Visit Sally Mae’s page! Support her! Buy a t shirt! A mug! A Messenger bag! A greeting card!
She doesn’t sell soap boxes since she only has one and she’s standing on it constantly.
It is Glenn Beck approved too!
Don’t forget “If you let your spirit out, where would it go?”
To a tea party rally perhaps?
Your arrogance reeks of tea, and it’s quite a bitter tea.
It’s true, I am a big fat fucktard.
Oh Sally Maurice (or whomever you choose to call yourself), I feel humbled by the fact that you seem to have been following this here blog for such a while.
I choose not to write about the shady bits and that is my prerogative. In fact, you, being the reader can read into whatever you want in any manner you see fit.
I wasn’t aiming for irony Mr. Maurice, Ms Sally Mae whatevs, just snark. So feel free to interpret what you will. As above, so below.
Thanks for reminding me about the bronze fish heads, you saw through my ruse, my you’re a clever one.
And also thanks for reposting this: “I was being thrown into the deep end so suddenly and found myself grasping at and gasping for air”
I forgot what a great line it was. See Sally Maurice et al, you’re good for something other than being indignant. Good for you.
Good luck with the T shirt business. Hopefully people who will read my comments will send you some business.
Best of luck Sally Maurice.
Oh, it’s ‘One and the same’, not ‘one in the same’. That doesn’t make sense?
Bronze Fish Heads? Lemon Curry?
Thanks for the laugh!
Honest to god, Sally, do you actually believe johnozed is the problem, as opposed to to your middle brow solution?
It’s so great to turn the victim into the villain.
It’s so corporate. It’s not us, it’s them.