How can a department run effciently when there is only rule by committee?
I was put incharge when we started. It's unofficial. Jessy told me that there was no money or title in the position but that someone needed to figure things out and train everyone how to do things. When Jessy was replaced Sam left things the way they were. And Jodi din't say that we were not going to have leadership. So how do we now have rule by committee?
Told today that it was unfair for me to have my way all the time. If we were in someone's home that would be true. But we are in work. And work must run efficiently. Change for the sake of change is no way to get things done. If you watched how things are done now you would cringe. Two of the girls get in their own way all the time. And now they are in everyone's way which was what both of them hated about working last Summer's madhouse rush. So now everything is in everyone's way and our ability to get things out the door is diminished.
You can not run anything by committee and get it done. I have been trying to get things back to the way we were doing it last Summer because everyone eas happy from us little peons to the bug shot. But we have someone who will not learn. Lazy-brained is a nice way to put it. and I can't stand that.
So I guess now we see an ugly side of me that I didn't know was there... I am a tyrant when it comes to logic and process and such. I've used words. Then I used anger. Then the silent treatment. Now I just have to let them have their way even if it doesn't make sense and it drives me nuts. I'll have to listen to everyone complain about needing more help because there is too much laundry. But if they would quit moving pieces and stacks of pieces from one end of their work space to the other three or four times then they wouldn't have to complain. We aren't going to be allowed more help. There is a magical formula beyond my comprehension that the bean counter uses and we will not be able to get passed that.
The tyrant is kinda ugly, admittedly. I don't really like her. But the tyrant has to protect the part of me that wants to die when I come home and feel like an absolute failure because everyone is complaining about everything. And the tyrant wants some respect. It's tired of the wimpy me feeling like she deserves to be mistreated. While it is a necessity... it is an ugly thing in me. If Sir Knight saw that back around january then it is no wonder that he decided to detonate the Valentine bomb. But why not talk about that? Another mystery.
Saturday, July 3, 2010
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
There is a lot to be said for appreciating one's heritage and knowing one's roots. On the one hand it can be a source of pride, a shared bond among members of an ethnic group that says we belong together even if we did not grow up together, and it is a platform for beginning to understand who you are. The From Whence You Came is just as important as the To Where You Went and all the steps in between. With any luck your ethnicity helps you see where you can be strong and where you may run into trouble.
Being German has some distinct advantages, chiefly tenacity, persistence, pride and determination. A tenacious German doesn't release his or her goals without the attempt to achieve them. Persistence, related to stubborn or tenacious, means that there is always more than one way to skin a cat (How did that cliche happen? I dunno). If one path doesn't work, try another. And another. And another. Pride in self, craftsmanship and heritage should give a German an edge over others by granting the most fleeting of human pursuits in the realm of self help... finding self worth. Of course inflated pride becomes egoism and egoism destroys entire ethnicities when left unchecked. Determination is the thing that finds those extra reserves of strength... the ones you didn't know or forgot that you had. It all helps make us meticulous in our crafts, intellectually strong and focused.
Being German has some disadvantages too. Sometimes we don't know when to quit, persisting to the point of futility. Sometimes our pride makes it more important to be right than to be anything else. And that single-minded, focused determination can alienated people around us and allow us to trample on other people. [TODAY THE PART OF GODZILLA WILL BE PLAYED BY YOURS TRULY] If I am going to get chewed on because things are not getting done the way management wants and I have spent months seeking the cooperation of my "team" to no avail then I see no point in continuing to be nice about it. I have been nice. And nice didn't get me anywhere. So I tried angry since it was the only thing that got any one's attention. And that got me the "Leave your personal issues at the door" lecture. I also got the "Everyone has problems. No one wants to hear it. Get over it." while the other person at work who was involved in the conflict was allowed to persist in his behavior. Another employee was allowed to "piss in my wheaties" without apology or correction which has escalated to physical damage. So... having been told to get over it and basically shut up, I did.
The first one put me in my place one day. And I have been doing what she said. I haven't said anything about my issues with our co-workers and the mentally abusive environment. I haven't said anything to her in weeks. So today we had the meeting. "I don't want you to think this is a gang up on Sherry thing." So class, what have we learned about people who tell you what it isn't when it looks exactly like they say it is not? It has to be their way or no way. Smile and move on.
The staunch German in me rebels at the thought. The logical German in me says that I should cut my losses. The angry German in me wants me to self destruct rather than capitulate. And the Non German Ethereally Connected part of me tells me to hang on because the better thing is so close to showing up, that if I leave I will be missing a chance at something wonderful. But it won't tell me what that is. Of course with a car loan waiting for approval I am being strongly discouraged from leaving and starting over...
And here is where my German fails me.
Being German has some distinct advantages, chiefly tenacity, persistence, pride and determination. A tenacious German doesn't release his or her goals without the attempt to achieve them. Persistence, related to stubborn or tenacious, means that there is always more than one way to skin a cat (How did that cliche happen? I dunno). If one path doesn't work, try another. And another. And another. Pride in self, craftsmanship and heritage should give a German an edge over others by granting the most fleeting of human pursuits in the realm of self help... finding self worth. Of course inflated pride becomes egoism and egoism destroys entire ethnicities when left unchecked. Determination is the thing that finds those extra reserves of strength... the ones you didn't know or forgot that you had. It all helps make us meticulous in our crafts, intellectually strong and focused.
Being German has some disadvantages too. Sometimes we don't know when to quit, persisting to the point of futility. Sometimes our pride makes it more important to be right than to be anything else. And that single-minded, focused determination can alienated people around us and allow us to trample on other people. [TODAY THE PART OF GODZILLA WILL BE PLAYED BY YOURS TRULY] If I am going to get chewed on because things are not getting done the way management wants and I have spent months seeking the cooperation of my "team" to no avail then I see no point in continuing to be nice about it. I have been nice. And nice didn't get me anywhere. So I tried angry since it was the only thing that got any one's attention. And that got me the "Leave your personal issues at the door" lecture. I also got the "Everyone has problems. No one wants to hear it. Get over it." while the other person at work who was involved in the conflict was allowed to persist in his behavior. Another employee was allowed to "piss in my wheaties" without apology or correction which has escalated to physical damage. So... having been told to get over it and basically shut up, I did.
The first one put me in my place one day. And I have been doing what she said. I haven't said anything about my issues with our co-workers and the mentally abusive environment. I haven't said anything to her in weeks. So today we had the meeting. "I don't want you to think this is a gang up on Sherry thing." So class, what have we learned about people who tell you what it isn't when it looks exactly like they say it is not? It has to be their way or no way. Smile and move on.
The staunch German in me rebels at the thought. The logical German in me says that I should cut my losses. The angry German in me wants me to self destruct rather than capitulate. And the Non German Ethereally Connected part of me tells me to hang on because the better thing is so close to showing up, that if I leave I will be missing a chance at something wonderful. But it won't tell me what that is. Of course with a car loan waiting for approval I am being strongly discouraged from leaving and starting over...
And here is where my German fails me.
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Here's a thought about dating profiles. If your profile picture shows you looking bored, it sends out the following vibes: 1. I am boring. Move along. Nothing to see here. 2. This whole process is boring and I can't really be bothered with you. Move along.
And you know what? A girl will. Now there is a difference between boring and pensive. Pensive says I have a lot on my mind. It might say that I will never notice you if you stop by. Or it might say "Please! Interrupt me!" But a bored expression says "Move along."
I'm not looking anymore. I have a sweet knight in white seer sucker to pay attention too. But with some of these sites you can't get it through their heads that you are no longer interested in their service or (emphasis on the following) their product. And the product is a bunch of guys who look bored or psychotic. Bad advertising, like crappy commercials, humor me. A picture is worth a 1000 words. Why would you want those words to be a page out of the DSM*?
* The DSM is the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual for Mental Disorders, currently in its 4th edition. #5 is due out in 2012.
And you know what? A girl will. Now there is a difference between boring and pensive. Pensive says I have a lot on my mind. It might say that I will never notice you if you stop by. Or it might say "Please! Interrupt me!" But a bored expression says "Move along."
I'm not looking anymore. I have a sweet knight in white seer sucker to pay attention too. But with some of these sites you can't get it through their heads that you are no longer interested in their service or (emphasis on the following) their product. And the product is a bunch of guys who look bored or psychotic. Bad advertising, like crappy commercials, humor me. A picture is worth a 1000 words. Why would you want those words to be a page out of the DSM*?
* The DSM is the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual for Mental Disorders, currently in its 4th edition. #5 is due out in 2012.
Summer time and the writing is easy
One of the things that it seems all of us geeks have in common, is that we spent Summer vacation in activities that looked suspiciously like homework. Just popped over to see what kind of Awesome Uncle Wil posted. BTW, was NOT disappointed. And recalled my own adventures engaged in such activity.
My favorite toy when I was a little kid was my Fisher Price Castle with it purple-robed king and queen, an armored knight (I know there isn't any other kind), blue-robed prince and princess, a teal-garbed footman in the stately plastic carriage complete with a pink and green polka dotted dragon who was unimaginatively named Puff. The castle had a trap door in the turret, a working drawbridge over a moat that could be filled with water to add a touch of realism, a false staircase hiding a dungeon door with creepy eyes peering out and a secret escape route behind the fireplace that lead through a tunnel to the outside of the castle walls where it met a gentle green slope. This was the setting for the first stories I composed at the tender age of five.
And this was the root of my Summer writing habit, the place where my reading and writing choice branched to take me down many roads that seemed to lead further and further away from the silly colors and the simplified decorations of youth to the complexities of adulthood. When I graduated from the living room floor to the soft earth under fluffy clouds, my writing season seemed to grow each year until I was living in a world full of my written words.
We built a new house when I was in high school. well.. We finished it, Dad and I. When my room was done I had a 4x8 panel painted black so that the toll designs that mom taught me might make a signature focal point for my room. It was her idea. And it only took me a few months to hate the permanence of something so unemotional and unimaginative in the middle of my room. I painted over it and started drawing the maps for the worlds that I wanted to write about.
I wrote so much in high school that I wondered if maybe there might have been a future in it. But I think the mages, warriors and the weird little animals wanted to be left out of the public eye. And I didn't really know enough to write conflict well, believably. At the same time, I had graduated from the Hobbit and LotR to Dragonlance and Marion Zimmer Bradley's erotica. The worlds were getting more complex and I spent more time with my music and other authors to learn how to write more grown up conflicts.
But those summers... bed covered in topographic sketches, cool breezes carrying the scent of fresh cut hay and drying horse hockey, colored pencils worn to stubs and character profiles that I had written... I killed so many trees in those languid months. Maybe it is all the cloud dragons and wyvern that come out to play in the Summer that bring the old stories out of our collective consciousness and ask for a fresh coat of paint. You have noticed that Winter clouds aren't as pretty haven't you? Maybe, it is that the mind is quiet without the demands of regurgitated facts and figures, deadlines and research papers that lets these things wander out of the recesses of our creative minds that made Summers so magical. Or maybe Winter is too depressing to be that creative. Of course it is busy with Holidays too so there is some consideration there. I don't know.
And at some point in time you do the grown up thing and put away the sketches, colored pencils and graph paper to work at paying your own bills. True, I did eventually get to the point where I had a studio with cool toys. But that is because one of the people I worked for noticed that I spent all my energy on their kids and not on things that made me happy. And I almost never share the fiction writing with anyone... just the painted stuff. But I didn't share the written art when I was a kid. The writing is where the frustrations came out. Processing the angst and frustrations let me make the happy uplifting art that people want to see.
So some how Summer became the time to purge and process. And it all started because of a plastic pink dragon that wanted to tell someone what he saw going on in and around the castle.
My favorite toy when I was a little kid was my Fisher Price Castle with it purple-robed king and queen, an armored knight (I know there isn't any other kind), blue-robed prince and princess, a teal-garbed footman in the stately plastic carriage complete with a pink and green polka dotted dragon who was unimaginatively named Puff. The castle had a trap door in the turret, a working drawbridge over a moat that could be filled with water to add a touch of realism, a false staircase hiding a dungeon door with creepy eyes peering out and a secret escape route behind the fireplace that lead through a tunnel to the outside of the castle walls where it met a gentle green slope. This was the setting for the first stories I composed at the tender age of five.
And this was the root of my Summer writing habit, the place where my reading and writing choice branched to take me down many roads that seemed to lead further and further away from the silly colors and the simplified decorations of youth to the complexities of adulthood. When I graduated from the living room floor to the soft earth under fluffy clouds, my writing season seemed to grow each year until I was living in a world full of my written words.
We built a new house when I was in high school. well.. We finished it, Dad and I. When my room was done I had a 4x8 panel painted black so that the toll designs that mom taught me might make a signature focal point for my room. It was her idea. And it only took me a few months to hate the permanence of something so unemotional and unimaginative in the middle of my room. I painted over it and started drawing the maps for the worlds that I wanted to write about.
I wrote so much in high school that I wondered if maybe there might have been a future in it. But I think the mages, warriors and the weird little animals wanted to be left out of the public eye. And I didn't really know enough to write conflict well, believably. At the same time, I had graduated from the Hobbit and LotR to Dragonlance and Marion Zimmer Bradley's erotica. The worlds were getting more complex and I spent more time with my music and other authors to learn how to write more grown up conflicts.
But those summers... bed covered in topographic sketches, cool breezes carrying the scent of fresh cut hay and drying horse hockey, colored pencils worn to stubs and character profiles that I had written... I killed so many trees in those languid months. Maybe it is all the cloud dragons and wyvern that come out to play in the Summer that bring the old stories out of our collective consciousness and ask for a fresh coat of paint. You have noticed that Winter clouds aren't as pretty haven't you? Maybe, it is that the mind is quiet without the demands of regurgitated facts and figures, deadlines and research papers that lets these things wander out of the recesses of our creative minds that made Summers so magical. Or maybe Winter is too depressing to be that creative. Of course it is busy with Holidays too so there is some consideration there. I don't know.
And at some point in time you do the grown up thing and put away the sketches, colored pencils and graph paper to work at paying your own bills. True, I did eventually get to the point where I had a studio with cool toys. But that is because one of the people I worked for noticed that I spent all my energy on their kids and not on things that made me happy. And I almost never share the fiction writing with anyone... just the painted stuff. But I didn't share the written art when I was a kid. The writing is where the frustrations came out. Processing the angst and frustrations let me make the happy uplifting art that people want to see.
So some how Summer became the time to purge and process. And it all started because of a plastic pink dragon that wanted to tell someone what he saw going on in and around the castle.
New Feature
Every once in a while I look over what Blogger has going on for the brave writers who use their services. Today I saw that they have added a feature that lets blog readers share posts that they like. I've seen it on Wil's blog and thought "Wow... I would like that." But then I thought "Why?" It isn't like anyone really reads this.
[CUE COLLECTIVE FOREHEAD SMACK]
I know. But I was thinking that before I found out there were 8 of you confirmed readers and the handful that read without introducing yourselves. To you all, "Hi!" anyway. I keep getting random comments so I know that there are more of you reading based on whatever search brought you here. Of course ACG has a blog and lists me so I am sure some of you come from over his way. But yesterday while I was snooping on the Internets I found something very interesting: I'm being aggregated.
If you have not been introduced to the blessing/curse that is aggregation let me tell you about it. As best as I can tell there are legit news services who have programs that, upon using the proper keystroke, sends feelers out across the Webverse to collect new worthy items from the AP, New York Times and leading print news sources. They wrap everything that comes in from the feelers in a nice little package with track back links so that if you want the best range of information you can sign up for their site and have to only go to the one site. Reddit is Uncle Wil's favorite aggregator and is fairly popular. Aggregation sites don't just manage news.... as I found out.
Anyone remember back when I got on the German music kick and I mentioned that tape Messalina made for me? Well, one of those aggregators-for-non-news-purposes gobbled it up and posted it as a review for Peter Alexander on its website to sell some of its fine German musik wares. I don't mind that. Peter is wunderbar, glad to move some € and fan love his way. Of course I'm a bit miffed no one picked up on the Matthias Reim love. But hey... it isn't an intelligent search; it's just a search. And the site doesn't deal with Matti's style. But I've digressed again. I found some of the weirdest posts aggregated to INDONESIAN SITES???? HUH? Yeah. Not sure that makes any sense at all. But hey, if some guy on a beach facing the island of Guam gives two rats asses about my opinion on anything then more power to him. I'm sure my over use of the vernacular is good for some head scratching. I just think it is odd is all.
So in the spirit of cooperative musing, I decided to make it easier if you guys want to share things that amuse, annoy or make you scratch your heads. I enabled the share buttons so... engage.
[CUE COLLECTIVE FOREHEAD SMACK]
I know. But I was thinking that before I found out there were 8 of you confirmed readers and the handful that read without introducing yourselves. To you all, "Hi!" anyway. I keep getting random comments so I know that there are more of you reading based on whatever search brought you here. Of course ACG has a blog and lists me so I am sure some of you come from over his way. But yesterday while I was snooping on the Internets I found something very interesting: I'm being aggregated.
If you have not been introduced to the blessing/curse that is aggregation let me tell you about it. As best as I can tell there are legit news services who have programs that, upon using the proper keystroke, sends feelers out across the Webverse to collect new worthy items from the AP, New York Times and leading print news sources. They wrap everything that comes in from the feelers in a nice little package with track back links so that if you want the best range of information you can sign up for their site and have to only go to the one site. Reddit is Uncle Wil's favorite aggregator and is fairly popular. Aggregation sites don't just manage news.... as I found out.
Anyone remember back when I got on the German music kick and I mentioned that tape Messalina made for me? Well, one of those aggregators-for-non-news-purposes gobbled it up and posted it as a review for Peter Alexander on its website to sell some of its fine German musik wares. I don't mind that. Peter is wunderbar, glad to move some € and fan love his way. Of course I'm a bit miffed no one picked up on the Matthias Reim love. But hey... it isn't an intelligent search; it's just a search. And the site doesn't deal with Matti's style. But I've digressed again. I found some of the weirdest posts aggregated to INDONESIAN SITES???? HUH? Yeah. Not sure that makes any sense at all. But hey, if some guy on a beach facing the island of Guam gives two rats asses about my opinion on anything then more power to him. I'm sure my over use of the vernacular is good for some head scratching. I just think it is odd is all.
So in the spirit of cooperative musing, I decided to make it easier if you guys want to share things that amuse, annoy or make you scratch your heads. I enabled the share buttons so... engage.
Sunday, June 27, 2010
Here's what an Encyclopedia can't do
I just spent the afternoon watching PAUL MCCARTNEY LIVE IN HYDE PARK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG
How much more cool does it get? Yeah yeah yeah... Sting. Matti. ...not the point. I just lamented the loss of printed compendiums because you can't "feel" the world. But Paul played to a great crowd who chose him over the World Cup. And I got to watch it live. Singing with the crowd. Crying with the happy and absolutely tickled that life is good enough for the whole world to watch if it wants to. This is what the Internets can do for you.
Youtube hosted with twitter. So just like all of us who got together over the Spiner fic thing last year, we got to watch and comment together; people all over the world. It was amazing. I wonder if concerts could go that route in the future.
hmmm...
OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG
How much more cool does it get? Yeah yeah yeah... Sting. Matti. ...not the point. I just lamented the loss of printed compendiums because you can't "feel" the world. But Paul played to a great crowd who chose him over the World Cup. And I got to watch it live. Singing with the crowd. Crying with the happy and absolutely tickled that life is good enough for the whole world to watch if it wants to. This is what the Internets can do for you.
Youtube hosted with twitter. So just like all of us who got together over the Spiner fic thing last year, we got to watch and comment together; people all over the world. It was amazing. I wonder if concerts could go that route in the future.
hmmm...
I miss Encyclopedias
I fondly recall many a Summer day, hiding from the neighborhood bullies, with the brand new World Book Encyclopedias that mom ordered from Dorothy Fromholtz. You know how it is with the new stuff. You grab a book, flip through the pages looking at the photos to see where you want to start. Then you flip thorough really fast so that the pages fan your face and you get that Freshly Printed Book smell. I miss Encyclopedias.
Sure World Book wasn't the end all be all of collected information like Britannica was. Its what we could afford. And everything was in there. Fact checked and all. And every year World book sent a Year Book to update entries or add new ones based on what was going on in the world. Sure we have the Internet and Everything is out there. But how do you know that it is accurate. And how do you hold the Internet in your hand? How do you feel the weight of things as ethereal as electronic information? The world in your hands would have made a great slogan. Now you get the world at your finger tips.
But think about that usage. At your finger tips. When things are at your fingertips they aren't in your hand. It could slip away or you could try to grasp something and end up pushing it away instead. There is a reason that we use language the way we do. When the world used to pay attention to what was really being said there was less confusion. Everything means anything now and the clarity that language used to provide is getting muddied again. Information is closer than it used to be. People are closer than they used to be despite geographic distances. But the things that we want to know or need to know aren't as easy.
a google search can take forever to find what once required a glance through the index. Sure you'd have to look other things up in the bibliography and footnotes. But at least a weak entry in the World Book yielded a list of other resources for you to explore. If I want to know what schalger musik is I need to wade through a lot of useless info to find out. And the laptop doesn't feel like the passport to other countries that the book was. I don't know why it should be like that. But it is.
Sure World Book wasn't the end all be all of collected information like Britannica was. Its what we could afford. And everything was in there. Fact checked and all. And every year World book sent a Year Book to update entries or add new ones based on what was going on in the world. Sure we have the Internet and Everything is out there. But how do you know that it is accurate. And how do you hold the Internet in your hand? How do you feel the weight of things as ethereal as electronic information? The world in your hands would have made a great slogan. Now you get the world at your finger tips.
But think about that usage. At your finger tips. When things are at your fingertips they aren't in your hand. It could slip away or you could try to grasp something and end up pushing it away instead. There is a reason that we use language the way we do. When the world used to pay attention to what was really being said there was less confusion. Everything means anything now and the clarity that language used to provide is getting muddied again. Information is closer than it used to be. People are closer than they used to be despite geographic distances. But the things that we want to know or need to know aren't as easy.
a google search can take forever to find what once required a glance through the index. Sure you'd have to look other things up in the bibliography and footnotes. But at least a weak entry in the World Book yielded a list of other resources for you to explore. If I want to know what schalger musik is I need to wade through a lot of useless info to find out. And the laptop doesn't feel like the passport to other countries that the book was. I don't know why it should be like that. But it is.
Geek sigh [facepalm]
Just caught a preview for the Green Hornet. I knew it was coming because there was a fan vid being promulgated on Twitter last Summer. The fan vid was cool, a case for Nathan Fillion as the Green Hornet. So now youtube has the previews. Wanna guess who gets to be the Green Hornet? Seth Rogan. Really?
See the problem with everything that I saw is that the Green Hornet from the serials my mother watched while the world revcovered from the Big War and the comics that I read as a kid is that GH was not... ever A COMPLETELY BUMBLING IDIOT!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I guess this movie will make a case for the sidekick being more adroit than the hero which will make all of us who are struggling with the inane obscurity of our lives feel a bit better about punching in at work.
But the hero is someone to look up to. You aren't supposed to want to hide under your theater seat because the hero is a moron. Your eyes are supposed to be glued to the screen enjoying the action and soaking up the exemplary behavior, learning to emulate while your admiration deepens. You are NOT supposed to watching your life line splintering in the palm of your hand!!!!
Now I wonder how Hawaii 5-0 is going to be ruined. Thank God they were kind to the Holmes story. At least not EVERYONE in Hollywood is a baseless coward, afraid to do something new and adventurous. In a case like this if their were an honest way to do futures (see previous post on subject) then I wold totally take the bet against this one and send some unnamed Guido on a leg breaking trip.
The good thing about this. And it is the ONLY good thing. In the fall when Big Bang Theory comes back Sheldon will have something wickedly scathing and derisive to say about this that will entertain me for weeks thereafter.
See the problem with everything that I saw is that the Green Hornet from the serials my mother watched while the world revcovered from the Big War and the comics that I read as a kid is that GH was not... ever A COMPLETELY BUMBLING IDIOT!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I guess this movie will make a case for the sidekick being more adroit than the hero which will make all of us who are struggling with the inane obscurity of our lives feel a bit better about punching in at work.
But the hero is someone to look up to. You aren't supposed to want to hide under your theater seat because the hero is a moron. Your eyes are supposed to be glued to the screen enjoying the action and soaking up the exemplary behavior, learning to emulate while your admiration deepens. You are NOT supposed to watching your life line splintering in the palm of your hand!!!!
Now I wonder how Hawaii 5-0 is going to be ruined. Thank God they were kind to the Holmes story. At least not EVERYONE in Hollywood is a baseless coward, afraid to do something new and adventurous. In a case like this if their were an honest way to do futures (see previous post on subject) then I wold totally take the bet against this one and send some unnamed Guido on a leg breaking trip.
The good thing about this. And it is the ONLY good thing. In the fall when Big Bang Theory comes back Sheldon will have something wickedly scathing and derisive to say about this that will entertain me for weeks thereafter.
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