Wait For It.

Just wait for it.

Uh Huh Huh Huh

I may be on to an actual political scandal here. Detailed photographic analysis indicates Joe Biden may be the latest politician to fall victim to a raging libido. Could this be his illegitimate son? Compare the images for yourself. The implications are staggering.

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Signs of Geekitude

You know you're a geek when you're sitting at work with a live-blog of the new Google browser launch in the background. (Ok, that's not the geeky part.) Upon seeing that the download is now live, jumping up and doing a full on wind-sprint back to your office to install it because you're convinced it will be so popular that the links will go FUBAR and you'll lose your 0-day cred - that's pure Geek.

Technorati : browser, chrome, download, google

Letting The Truth Be Known

There are some people on Earth whose entire existance hinges singularly on their ability to be a raging asshole of epic proportion. I know this will come as a great shock to most, and should this information get out to the general public there could well be mass panic, riots in the streets...looting, or even the collapse of major religions. Ok, well not really, but still.

I'm going to open the floodgate and let the torrent flow. My boss is an asshole.

I don't just say this because he's my boss. No, I've had bosses I actually got along famously with in the past. It's just this guy...my God where to begin? The way I usually explain him to people is this. Imagine a hyperactive Jack Russel Terrier with a really bad attitude who is being forced to intake huge quantities of meth.

You only see him at most once or twice a week, and then it's only because he's found you've been party to some excessively minor infraction of a rule that nobody knew existed before he shat it out in a fit of panic at the need to have a rule with which to charge you. I don't know if it's just because he's a diminutive little prick or maybe he just has a diminutive little prick and has to overcompensate for it by running off at the mouth.

There's definitely some Freudian principle at work with him. Of that I'm sure. He's incapable of actually uttering anything polite or inspiring without shortly following it up with a sniping, backstabbing, mean-spirited, verbal dagger of sheer douchebaggery.

It's like...no child left behind, only it's 'no assholish thing left unsaid.' Just as sharks will die if they stop swimming, I think he's convinced his penis will shrink even further if he stops taking shots at people. Apparently he's unable or unwilling to realize that there is a time for being an asshole at work, but that time does not extend from open to close every single day of the week.

I am sick of sucking it up and just letting him rant. From bringing up issues which should have been

resolved privately at staff meetings to calling me at 5 pm on my day off and giving me a blast of shit for not being there and then lying through his crooked teeth and telling me he told me I had to be and too many other instances to get into. (The keyboard would actually break from overuse if I detailed the reasons I can't stand him into a compact, War and Peace style 'tract.')

If you're reading this, ***, I would just like to tell you politely: Piss off, asshole.

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Tales from the Deep

Hoax, dinosaur or just (too much of ) something in the water; a group of Swedish film makers claim to have caught the equivalent of the Loch Ness Monster on film.

I'm sure in the end it'll be CGI or some other such gimmick, but it's still humbling to think that something like this might really be out there somewhere even if the odds are remote.

Technorati : Sweden, bizarre, monster

Mac Daddy Gunsmith gets Life

Just so you know the US doesn't have the corner on guns and gang problems, a man in Britain has just been sentenced to life in prison for converting replica weapons into fireable versions.

Grant Wilkinson drove a Porsche and entertained his girlfriend in five-star hotels with the profits he made from converting replica machine pistols to fire live ammuntion...ballistic tests linked a spate of shootings to the same batch of guns. Officers visited Sabre Defence, in Northolt, West London, where Wilkinson had bought the replica weapons...claiming that they were for use in a new James Bond film.

It is believed that he sold his weapons, for between £1,500 and £2,500 each, to a network that could trade with gangland leaders.

Amazingly enough, this wasn't a small bedroom style operation.

Tenants of The Briars, a property owned by Wilkinson in Three Mile Cross, near Reading, became curious about the ramshackle sheds at the end of the garden and opened the doors. Inside they found computer-operated lathes, workbenches, firearms and weapon components in one building and what appeared to be a test-firing range in another.

Siriusly Insane

185 days have gone by since last I labored to sit myself down before the keyboard and spew my thoughts out here. Of all things to prompt me to actually put finger to plastic once more, I'm sitting here listening to Sirius at w**k, and am stunned with how repetitive this station is.

Though I don't know the actual name of this station (access to the receiver is more precious than gold here,) I can say that apparently it's called 'Top 5 80s Rock Songs.'

The entire catalog seems to consist of Quiet Riot, Guns N' Roses and occasionally, some Crue for a change of pace. Don't get me wrong, I like some of the songs. It's just that there's really only so many times in a day you can hear Welcome to the Jungle before you want to scream and or tear someone's head off in a fit of maniacal rage and then paint my own simulated Pleistocene cave art on the walls with their blood. Or maybe that's just me. I don't know, I guess I could be over-reacting a bit. Either way, for the six or seven people out there who regularly stumble across this site, here's lookin' at you. I'm back.