I have not sold out!
Wednesday, Nov. 09, 2005 at 2:22 p.m.
Does it just seem to y�all that all I have done recently is post odd photos and make snarky comments about them? I know, I�m saying that like it�s a bad thing, especially when there are so many photos out there to be snarky about. For Example:
I mean, how can that not promote snarkiness, porky mouth, and general smart-assedness? Those men are so daffily happy about their state of singlet-dressedness, and the shorter fellow on the end is terrified of what�s in his singlet, fer cryin out loud. Or daffily amazed. And where in the world were five large singlets found in all different colors, at the same time, and how in the world were these fellows coerced or otherwise convinced to doff them so daffily?
Oh wait. I know the answer to the how. Alcohol. In copious amounts.
On another note, I didn�t know sock garters still existed.
On another another note, I�ll bet the center guy in blue with the shades thinks he�s Bruce Willis, circa Moonlighting days.
Moving on.
Lately I�ve been watching a slew of Traffic Safety films � with titles like Highway to Hell and The Last Prom, many with grisly images of mangled bodies and twisted metal, and voice-overs or text-crawl saying �this could be you!� Remember these from high school and Driver�s Ed? Yeah, some of these are from 1959.
Back in 1959, most cars were made of heavy freaking steel, and had no seatbelts. There also was no speed limit in many areas, and there was no interstate, if I recall, so most driving was done on poorly or nada-lit country roads. No gates at railroad crossings. No jaws of life. No cell phones. And paramedic skills and equipment were nowhere near what they are today. So now we�ve got great technology and safety ratings on vehicles and really high insurance rates yet we�re still plagued with maniacs on the road. Or maybe the technology gives drivers a false sense of security. Man, you should have seen some of those cars, though. 1950�s honkin big fat heavy steel Detroit cars mangled into so much shrapnel.
Hubster begins his new job today.
Sorry for the abrupt change and lack of segue.
Last night there was a little going-away bash at one of the local grills and I was pleasantly surprised at how many people showed up. I was even more surprised at how much talk there was about how some of the bigwigs were ready to escort Hubster right out the door after he announced his resignation. Apparently that�s SOP, because said company is concerned that said resignee is going to steal trade secrets, formulas, and processes. I suppose that�s valid, but at the same time, that would have left the company with no metallurgists and in quite a bind, so Hubster felt obliged to stay for a little while to help train a newbie. Not that the newbie is totally up to speed, but it helped keep the Big Boss from losing it after having to fire one met, deal with another�s transfer cross-country, and the third�s resignation without having to resort completely to self-medication by Corona. Bets are on, however, to see how long Big Boss lasts before retirement.