It was the summer between jr and sr years of college. I was working at a christian summer camp. The owner installed a CD jukebox in the cafeteria, and one of the albums in it was Adventures in the Land of Big Beats and Happy Feets. They basically took some high-energy mixes of then-popular “contemporary christian” tunes, and linked them together with some odd little musical interludes. In many ways, I think the interludes are better than the actual songs. Every track is drenched in 80’s synth, and they all seem to have been chosen for their indirect lyrical references to God. It ends up being an overall enjoyable album, not overtly preachy, but clean enough for a church youth pastor.
Archive for August, 2009
It’s not clear why someone would sign up for an account, but not post something, since there’s no other benefit for signing up. When googling for your name reveals claims of account hackery… <shrug>
I see my assassins
have failed again”
“I did hear you
I just don’t care”
“Meat is murder
Tasty, tasty murder”
“I didn’t buy this cause it says fuck
I bought it cause it says fuck twice”
We cut the test team in half at work, without changing the schedule.
We are BUSY.
Two of my co-workers decided to spend the last two weeks re-writing tests that already work 100% of the time, in a new framework that isn’t linked into our automation or our reporting systems, instead of the overflowing basket of new tasks related to code that actually changed in this release.
Let’s just say they have cemented my feelings that we let go the wrong people.
It takes a special kind of loser to be proud of your success in denying children healthcare.
Then I find out they’ve already successfully fought emergency helicopter flights to the existing hospital. These people deliberately endangered children, so they could sleep better at night.
I hope they have nightmares all night long.
The world is full of families that would literally kill to be that close to any hospital, much less one that focuses on children. The world would be a better place if these losers would move out and let decent human beings move in.
Several years ago, I was driving the non-interstate route from Seattle to Vegas, by way of Reno, out of nostalgia. At some point in the trip, I remember seeing a sign, which I wasn’t fast enough with the camera to capture, that said
“Liquor Legal 24 hr
Gambling Legal 24 hr
Prostitution Legal 24 hr
Lobsters NOT LEGAL”.
I always wondered what that was about, now I know.
I was psyched to see Bugsy Malone was out on DVD finally. All the funky goodness in wide-screen even. I was surprised to see that Michael Jackson had a role.
UPDATE: Not the same MJ as we all know and ‘love’.