Yet again with the “you need to post more” emails!
Yes, I know this.
And I actually do post fairly often, just not here. If you want to see the scoop on what’s down at Casa de Tone, you need to hit my other site, toneparsons.com.
Of course, when something truely pisses me off, you’ll find a rant about it here.
Yes, netizens, I, the humble webmaster, am still alive and kicking.
Well… alive, anyway.
Life has been busy, work has been sucking much buttock, and I’ve had a house full of company. But all is good in the land of WWBD now, for I have discovered the secret to never ending happiness…
Lottery tickets!
Yes, I will indeed win the big prize, and then I shall use my new found wealth to dominate the world with an iron fist.
Of course, if that doesn’t work out, I’ll just keep doing what I have been.
Other useless stuff: I found a spiffy new website, Logopond. It’s a place where you can upload a logo that you’ve created and have it reviewed by “peers”. Of course, “peers” is a very subjective word. In reality, it’s reviewed by any smacktard with an internet connection. You can find my portfolio here.
I had intended on writing something rather witty and perhaps extremely offensive today.
Instead, I woke up with the back from hell.
I’m feeling surly, but not so much that I feel the driving need to roast religion, politics, the NRA, or even stupid people.
Perhaps tomorrow.
Cellphones have their place. They’re incredibly handy if your car breaks down, you’re at the store and need to find out if you need to pick up milk, etc. There are however, times when a cell phone should never EVER be used.
For example, I just got off a business call to someone who’s working off-site. He’s in a warehouse setting some equipment up. In the middle of the call he said “I hate this place… there’s nothing in here… they don’t even have toilet paper!”.
Then, I heard a toilet flush.
BEJESUS!! HE CALLED ME…. WHILE TAKING A CRAP!
*shudder*
I feel unclean now. If anyone needs me, I’ll be sitting in the shower, rocking softly and sobbing.
There are times when it’s blindingly clear that the world is populated by mouth-breathers.
Today is one of those days.
I attempted to make a purchase on my lunch break, the Black & Decker Auto Wrench. I need two of them (one for my father-in-law as a late father’s day gift and one for myself, because they’re just sooooo damn cool). Of course… I couldn’t find one.
What I did find, however, is that today was genetic throwback day for all of the drivers on the road. Apparently, red lights and turn signals are purely options to these people, as I was nearly hit twice.
Every parking lot I attempted to enter was in the same state: shopping cart madness! Why is it that people feel it’s ok to leave the cart in the middle of the damn parking lot where it can roll into someone’s car? Can’t you be bothered to walk those few extra feet and put it in the damn shopping cart return (which are conveniently placed all over the damn place)?
Don’t be an inconsiderate bastard. I don’t care of your car is a piece of shit, mine isn’t, and I’d prefer that your damn cart didn’t roll into it.
While I’m on the subject… here’s a few other parking lot etiquette tips:
Follow those 3 simple rules (and pretty much anthing else that is common sense) and you’ll discover that team WWBD will direct much less blind rage on your ass.