Well, it happened. I was offically asked to read someone's mind at a board meeting today.
Pointy Haired Boss: Where did the files go? King_Mob: I don't know. Maybe they are not gone, as we have run all the restores. Perhaps they arn't where you are looking for them? Pointy Haired Boss: What was he thinking? King_Mob: ... sorry, you're asking me?
I'm totally smitten with this dancer I met last night.
Now normally I'm perfectly aware and comfortable with the business transaction going on and allow myself to let it be real for the length of the song only, but this is different... I think.
To those dancers out there, current and past (or even hopeful), would you/have you ever dated a client from... Read More
I used to dance.
All those signs are indicative of two possibilities.
1) you're right
2) She thinks if she convinces you that she likes you you're more likely to come back - and often.
I used to dance, both in clubs and at bachelor parties. DO NOT kid yourself that there is anything extra with this girl. She either:
a) is trying to get you back to the club to spend more money on her; regulars are a stripper's lifeline
or b) is a train wreck. No stripper with half a brain dates anyone she meets at a club. It's too dangerous, and ALWAYS against house rules -- she'll get fired if she meets you outside the club. Anyone who's dumb or desperate enough to violate that common-sense rule is not someone you want in your life.
Lots of girls reveal their real name, or what they SAY is their real name. It's a trick to make you feel special, like you've gotten privileged information. I've gotten paid a hundred bucks just to sit and talk with someone for half an hour. Yes, guys like the boobs, but what they really go to the club for is to feel special. "A beautiful girl wants to please ME." If that fantasy is maintained by a lap dance or a conversation or being flattered by refusing a tip, doesn't matter. She has still achieved her goal and made an investment in you hoping for future financial returns.
Please please don't kid yourself into thinking this girl is actually into you. You will get hurt. I've seen it happen.
So, I go to the doctor.
And there is this SMOKING HOT blonde nurse this time.
She takes my blood pressure, and might have even been flirting (I can dream).
Doctor comes in and retakes my blood pressure because he seems to think it is too high.
MY BP comes out fine this time.
Doc: Hrm. That's weird. King_Mob: Sorry Doc. You just don't do... Read More
Open mailbox.
Find letter addressed tp me from the NRA.
Open said letter.
Inside find a survey to fill out and send to my COngressman because the NRA is, Fightin Mad!!!
Do the survey, because I'm an oblidging sort.
Answer YES to pretty much every question, which is not good for their case as every question was asked sarcastically... Read More
If these guys were KGB (now called the FSB) they sure were dressed crappy. Come to think of it, the guy's t-shirt was brand new, right out of the package. Maybe he had bought it for this covert lakeside intimidation operation. Hmmmm. A distinct possibility. I'll be sure to carry a knife or at least a poisonous umbrella next time I go to the lake.
I think I also need a stamp on my forehead saying "does not live well with others". Or just "Does not live well with fuckheads". I had a lovely time in South Carolina and come home to a dipshit roommate who provokes a screaming fight a day later. T-minus three weeks and counting to one-bedroom salvation!
The next logical step after buying the Sansa m260 was to re-examine my downloading patterns. Currently I use eTomi which I paid for to right to use, but that's a bit of a loop-hole legally because that only covers software licencing and not the media content. Also, I realized that I have never bought an album online in digital format before, and... Read More
Facist Theology: When you have a government that perfers a certain moral code derived from a certain religion and that moral code turns in to legistlation to suit one certain religious point of view, and that code happens to be very right wing.
Frank Zappa is my new hero. He argued with them on his own level, and when they started acting like kindergarteners, he just said "why don't you kiss my ass". Brilliant. Funny how nothing has changed in 20 years.
Hey, you can always go back to my previous journal entry and write me a little something. It makes me happy.