I posted something about Susan Sarandon and Michelle Pfeiffer somewhre else. So, coincidentally enough I get piece of spam with the following subject and body by some pig with an Italian email addy (<!-- e --><a href="mailto:[email protected]">[email protected]</a><!-- e --> <[email protected]>)

"Subject: Susan Sarandon (M) stipping her casual in real ocean

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Michelle Pfieffer showing her shaved pussy and perky tits to paparazzi"

Now, I'm pretty sure this is no phone ringing incident here, so is this something to be seriously suspicious of or no? How can they do that if they are?

This recent FLOOD of threads about 'jobs' and "employment" have made me think back just enough to reach a state to throw something together to perhaps entertain, bore, and/or disturb you. Whoever said this place was dead, full of bodies, and sucked? They're fuckers and moreover I am used to the smell & will always love you, so don't you listen to Rooner and the rest of BoredPlanet. So I will keep any "novelesque" post here so not to clutter the board. Actually I don't mean that. I will post them where I feel they belong and in the context I feel appropriate, ie where I fucking want to, whether this is my "blog" or not, clever one, and if that tugs a cock the wrong way, well they can just go over to their computer there, put their face right up the monitor real close like, focus real hard, and read.........this......"Sorry about that"

So I think back a bit about me. I was always quiet, a bit runty, an easy target in short. It seems no matter who I stood next too, I always had to look up. I never spoke really or tried to, not in crowds anyway (ie. two or more). When I see a group of people talking and smiling, I used to get nervous & scared because more times than not I would be observing in some humiliating situation or from a battered ant-eye view if conscious. So I think a lot of my original personal characteristics have stayed with me somewhat and now let's get to...."work"...hoho!

I remember this one old man that used to be at the office. He seemed a kindly fellow, friendly, full of good-natured & fatherly advice, always a smile....except for me it seems.
So nothing new here. I am used to the odd person here and there who find my cold silence and gaze more unnerving then the regular person who is just content to leave me be if they even notice at all (you hurt me, arpi). I'm not an unreasonable man nor unfair, nor unempathetic. So why do I even remember this person now or at all? Well for whatever reason I kinda felt bad I made him as uncomfortable as I did. I purposely stayed out of the way, never tried to make eye-contact. If we passed in the hall, I curtly knodded and continue my glance at the floor or the paper I was holding. We were a regular "I don't fuck with you, you don't fuck with me" cliche

But these things have a way of sometimes "crossing over our little the Mason Dixon line where I'm not bothering you and twisting my balls the wrong way, you old fuck you and fuck your cunt wife too POP POP Bye, fuckers". It's funny and unfortunate how such things come about but I digress. So despite our estrangement I never really thought about the fellow. Well maybe that was a lie, I was admittedly kind of hurt I suppose that someone might have such a "sinister" view of me as a person as I never really went out of my way to bother or hurt anyone that wasn't asking for it or just did somthing to me.... but this is repeat information & irrelevant (it really really hurts, arpi) and I assume common to most, I'm nothing special, no fucking great revelation here. Nonetheless, the stage is set for something interesting.

So we're at a company function, completely worthless event, completely worthless job actually, full of completely worthless task and routine. I have since decided I will never do anything of personal worthlessness ever again. What I do, whether it's hire a whore, try to pick up some broad, type a post, etc it's because it either leads to, is during, or will lead up to orgasm or somekind of intellectual and/or sado-masocistic pleasure or fullfillment. So there is some kind of scene going on that the kindly old fellow is trying to mediate and calm. It's not a physical one just some blowback from an unwholesome situation that kinda effects everyone there as we get on in our worthless lot with perhaps not as great a level of personal satisfaction as one would want out of one's experience engaging in personally worthless tasks. So, I kind of veer into the buzzing crowd to listen (rock in hand...hoho!), the old man can really put worthlessness into perspective and further how the changes hwe sees as the logiczl conclusion can postitively effect us. The whole worthlessness is worth it and touching to me. I was impressed. The crowd disperses and there he is, looking at me. His wife is there and she has a very warm smile and motherly look about her, she was clearly just captivated by her husband's oratory, leadership and Hitleresque rallying influence. Yeah, he's a real gentleman, Betty, top shelf, and he sure is lucky to have YOU.

Arm over her should he looks at me and for perhaps the first time ever without intent to pull the pin of a "best and most polite way to lose the loon" grenade. He asks me a question, not job related specifically but about this situation he just outlined, put into crystal focus for everyone, and sent off the lot with a simultaneous sense of togetherness, pride, and elation. So he says to me...ME....*tears... "What do you think, is that fair?" I was almost flat-lined. Further, really honored, flattered, and even relieved at that particular moment...the moment that we have seemingly & finally broke through the personality wall separating us. This guy wasn't a presumptive dickhead, I was thinking at that moment. He's almost a father-like figure. I'm buying this fucker a card in June. So then I said, "Yeah I heard about what was going on, and I just don't really care enough to think about it.".......Silence that seemingly silenced the entire room.......That moment haunts me with regret to this day. I have set that day and that moment as the marker by which I measure the improvements I have since ventured to make of my own flawed and defective personality and outlook.

Moving on and wrapping up, his once kindly eyes turned almost menacing. He looked at me like I was a turd for only just half a second, then he found himself again and returned to his god-like, gentlemanly, & stately composure and manner. And he said, without aggression or heat, "Yeah...well you better start caring about something one of these days." I just stood there like I was just doused with a bucket of cold reality. What has my life become?...hmmm....

I dunno but sometimes I think about that a lot and it's almost like I re-live it in my mind. I can even almost hear his and his wives heads rolling around in my trunk when I was on my way to the river before I went home that night.

after about a 1 yr and 2 1/2 months, i finally got the job offer i was supposed to get but then had a bunch of stupid things happen. i then had unemployment. then i worked from home with a boring ass job that paid good money if i was actually motivated to put the hours in, but never really was.

but, at least i got two summers out of the deal. now i get to go back to waking up at god awful early times.

only regret i really have is not taking more trips to cool places, but even though i had some money saved i couldn't just blow it all because i didn't know when they'd finally get their shit together and finally make me this offer.

also since its for con edison, i missed all the stupid heat wave bullshit that usually happens, so i don't have to worry about that for like 9-10 months. i do have to worry about getting my ass to work on snow days though. that'll suck.

Biospheres, Mr Valentine. The wave of the future.

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I voted to send the ball to space, let the fool waste more money.

fun movie

Some of these are "market sizing" questions where the accuracy of the answer isn't important, but it's the logical method you go through to answer them that is important. These are all in person, and saying "I'd Google it" isn't a proper answer.

1. How many golf balls can fit in a school bus?

2. You are shrunk to the height of a nickel and your mass is proportionally reduced so as to maintain your original density. You are then thrown into an empty glass blender. The blades will start moving in 60 seconds. What do you do?

3. How much should you charge to wash all the windows in Seattle?

4. How would you find out if a machine’s stack grows up or down in memory?

5. Explain a database in three sentences to your eight-year-old nephew.

6. How many times a day does a clock’s hands overlap?

7. You have to get from point A to point B. You don’t know if you can get there. What would you do?

8. Imagine you have a closet full of shirts. It’s very hard to find a shirt. So what can you do to organize your shirts for easy retrieval?

9. Every man in a village of 100 married couples has cheated on his wife. Every wife in the village instantly knows when a man other than her husband has cheated, but does not know when her own husband has. The village has a law that does not allow for adultery. Any wife who can prove that her husband is unfaithful must kill him that very day. The women of the village would never disobey this law. One day, the queen of the village visits and announces that at least one husband has been unfaithful. What happens?

10. In a country in which people only want boys, every family continues to have children until they have a boy. if they have a girl, they have another child. if they have a boy, they stop. what is the proportion of boys to girls in the country?

11. If the probability of observing a car in 30 minutes on a highway is 0.95, what is the probability of observing a car in 10 minutes (assuming constant default probability)?

12. If you look at a clock and the time is 3:15, what is the angle between the hour and the minute hands? (The answer to this is not zero!)

13. Four people need to cross a rickety rope bridge to get back to their camp at night. Unfortunately, they only have one flashlight and it only has enough light left for seventeen minutes. The bridge is too dangerous to cross without a flashlight, and it’s only strong enough to support two people at any given time. Each of the campers walks at a different speed. One can cross the bridge in 1 minute, another in 2 minutes, the third in 5 minutes, and the slow poke takes 10 minutes to cross. How do the campers make it across in 17 minutes?

14. You are at a party with a friend and 10 people are present including you and the friend. your friend makes you a wager that for every person you find that has the same birthday as you, you get $1; for every person he finds that does not have the same birthday as you, he gets $2. would you accept the wager?

15. How many piano tuners are there in the entire world?

16. You have eight balls all of the same size. 7 of them weigh the same, and one of them weighs slightly more. How can you find the ball that is heavier by using a balance and only two weighings?

17. You have five pirates, ranked from 5 to 1 in descending order. The top pirate has the right to propose how 100 gold coins should be divided among them. But the others get to vote on his plan, and if fewer than half agree with him, he gets killed. How should he allocate the gold in order to maximize his share but live to enjoy it? (Hint: One pirate ends up with 98 percent of the gold.)

Do you still think you have what it takes to work for Google?

I don't trust Craigslist, so I use the ole stand by. Let me take an example and I appreciate your feedback, specifically, dru can help because this is someone I would target were she a local. Further, I'll use her to set the stage. Relax, I don't know you other than you have black or brown hair or did and those things why I would target you in the first place.

You and sailor boy are at the bah, bs'ing with the usuals. He's ova there, you're ova here. Further I'm pretending I'm someone you know, some dude you know, see around, that guy, he's always around, talking, ok to have a convo with, don't reallly know, not super attractive but presentable, usually he might as well be a stool, etc. So he approaches while you're listening to some broad talk about some itch she has. I have a piece of folded paper, I stand next and ask if I can have a word, I have something that navy guy asked me to get, he's a bit busy so I'll just give it to you but I just need a private word to explain one thing.

So we veer off from the crowd unnoticed, we're standing there with about a 3 ft buffer between us anyone else, even set off like that our presense would again go unnoticed pretty much, blend right in. So I'm peeking over your shoulder from time time to make sure you-know-who ain't looking, he's not, he's talking to some chick who I might have a word with after I'm done here with you if he didn't already. It's very quick and sudden and unexpected but very direct and no big words. Before going into it, prepare to give a first reaction and if there is anyone else here with a cunt, do the same and rate it:

"Listen I just wanted to give this to you and what I just said over there was crap, I need to speak to you for just a quick sec. Now, I don't want to cause any trouble, disrespect you or your boyfriend, make you nervous, angry or whatever just here me out and it's your move. I'm not going to be vulgar but i was thinking about hitting on you very hard and you can just stop me in the middle if you want and off we go. I want you. Take this. It's my number. I live alone, lots of free time, flexible, so if you want to continue this conversation, call me and we'll set something up. I don't want cause any waves, you got your life, I got mine. I'm just thinking that maybe sometime you can over when you can get away and we can see how hard we can make each other cum. If that works out maybe try again after that. So call if you want or just chuck that." - then I walk away like nothing happened.

Of course on the surface parts sounds a bit hoakie. It's all about tone and eye contact. Like it or not it works, can cause issues though! I made a chick cum by a dumbwaiter once. She never called me after though but it's a solid rap, no? It doesn't yield immediate returns but it's what it is.

Comments?

...will it take plus or minus 3 posts for him to make a crack about how he stopped visiting because he was sick of reading my ramblings and then move on to dazzle and entertain? No sense of humor. DO I LIE?

Formerly taboo subjects here.

I've never really payed attention to all the discussions that have gone on here so I may be way off and I'm certainly not suggesting that we embrace these things as themes or even mention them again outside this little post box of mine. But here's my case and where I'm going. That first senetence of mine is reasoned by the following:

1) Stigmatized and not mentioned outside the context of mocking losers who first hijacked the Internet to type virtual orgasms at each other and the Short Bus freaks who "shocked" us all with their brilliance (I guess I they were somewhat amusing for a bit).

2) See above

3) See the other thread. Even galt enjoys. Case closed. But I credit myself and what I do as the only vehicle in which he could make this break through admission.

What other clouds hover over this board that make it the virtual graveyard it is? Outside your own personal events that have no place here, you can't think about nothing, can you?