Why is Woods an idiot? Quite simply – he got married. Now there is nothing wrong with getting married, but if you want to live the life of a rich single guy then don’t get married. Think about it for a moment. If Woods was single and he had 10 girlfriends, nobody would care. They’d be hailing him as a hero in the tabloids and he would have the respect of men around the world.
Instead, he chose to get married which means that he needs to live the life a married guy and not be screwing around on his family. Now maybe secretly men are still hailing him as a hero, but we (as men) must also acknowledge that his behavior is unacceptable.
If he wasn’t married there wouldn’t be women coming out of the woodwork to announce their affair with him. When you are single, you are expected to date multiple people and it’s not scandalous.
So rather than live the life he apparently wanted to live, he got married and now it’s a problem because his sponsors don’t want that image associated with them. He stood to be the first athlete to break the $1billion mark but now he isn’t going to make it. Sorry Tiger, no pussy is worth that kind of money and that’s why he’s an idiot.
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
Perfume and Cologne
Do you ever get that not-so-fresh feeling? Next time you do, keep it to yourself. If you have never noticed any women on the elevator reeking from perfume you are probably wearing too much yourself.
When I can smell you at 15 feet, outside, with the wind blowing the other direction, you have on too much perfume. I don’t care if it was cheap stuff or the $1000 an ounce custom made from all natural wombat urine perfume. It’s too strong.
And lately I am noticing guys are not immune. The other day I was hanging out with a few friends and they were getting ready to go out. One of the guys goes inside to get ready. He comes out about 10 minutes later with a fresh shirt on and a freaking TON of cologne. I almost gagged. In fact, 2 hours later I could still smell it on me just from being close to the guy.
So please, trust me…a little sprtiz goes a long way. Besides, it’s more interesting if the person has to get close to you in an effort to smell you more….not when they are holding you at bay with a 10-foot pole because they are trying to get away from you.
When I can smell you at 15 feet, outside, with the wind blowing the other direction, you have on too much perfume. I don’t care if it was cheap stuff or the $1000 an ounce custom made from all natural wombat urine perfume. It’s too strong.
And lately I am noticing guys are not immune. The other day I was hanging out with a few friends and they were getting ready to go out. One of the guys goes inside to get ready. He comes out about 10 minutes later with a fresh shirt on and a freaking TON of cologne. I almost gagged. In fact, 2 hours later I could still smell it on me just from being close to the guy.
So please, trust me…a little sprtiz goes a long way. Besides, it’s more interesting if the person has to get close to you in an effort to smell you more….not when they are holding you at bay with a 10-foot pole because they are trying to get away from you.
Plane Fat Bastards!
By now, I’m sure just about everyone has seen this pic –
It made it’s way around the blogosphere and then the news media picked it up and circulated it. Let me first state that I don’t believe that was during takeoff. You might note the two seats that are empty behind him and it looks like he is talking to his buddy either in-flight or prior to take off. Flight attendants are pretty good about not letting people be unsecured during takeoff and landing.
Now unless you are that fat bastard, or you have to deal with him, STFU. If someone wants to be a fat bastard, then let them be a fat bastard. Unfortunately, I have been stuck to people like that on the plane for hours. In fact, I was in the terminal and the largest person in the terminal was a slightly older woman – she was pretty damned big. I thought to myself “I hope I don’t have to be next to her.” I shouldn’t have thought it. Not even for an instant because I got stuck next to her on a regional jet for 2 hours. She was so big that we couldn’t put the armrest between us all the way down. At least she didn’t smell. Fat bastards sweat a lot getting through an airport and onto a plane. There is usually a good chance they aren’t going to smell too good.
But the worst ever was getting stuck to someone that was not quite as big as the person in the picture, but they weren’t far from it. I think a few extra value meal upgrades to the biggie size would have put ‘em there in a year or two. It was an AA flight up to the north east somewhere (Jersey maybe?) and the flight was just under 4 hours in duration. I got stuck in a window seat because I liked to look out the window. This was before I wised up and realized that the isle is the place to be.
Well, this guy sits down in the seat next to me and proceeds to take up ½ of my chair space as well. I’m not kidding and I’m not exaggerating. This guy’s right arm is in my space and taking up about ½ of my spot. I asked the flight chick if there were any other seats available and she said “sorry, full flight,” which it was. I should have got off the plane. I was miserable. This was back when they served real meals on the plane but I had to skip mine because the guy was so fat *I* couldn’t get my tray table down to accept the meal.
I wrote an anti-fat-bastard letter to AA. They didn’t do much, but I’ve since seen other airlines do something. Southwest seems to get quite a bit of attention over it. I recall one person suing them because he felt like he was singled out and embarrassed in front of people when they wouldn’t let him on the plane. Folks – this guy was freaking huge. He would have been lucky to fit in three seats. Southwest didn’t single him out, he singled himself out by stuffing his face with happy meals and krispy creams for 20 years. This guy wouldn’t have been able to be anywhere without feeling out of place.
Anyway, I guess my point is that we often can be cruel and circulate rumors and stories that have nothing to do with us, but I’m glad to see the airlines doing something, hell, anything, about it.
It made it’s way around the blogosphere and then the news media picked it up and circulated it. Let me first state that I don’t believe that was during takeoff. You might note the two seats that are empty behind him and it looks like he is talking to his buddy either in-flight or prior to take off. Flight attendants are pretty good about not letting people be unsecured during takeoff and landing.
Now unless you are that fat bastard, or you have to deal with him, STFU. If someone wants to be a fat bastard, then let them be a fat bastard. Unfortunately, I have been stuck to people like that on the plane for hours. In fact, I was in the terminal and the largest person in the terminal was a slightly older woman – she was pretty damned big. I thought to myself “I hope I don’t have to be next to her.” I shouldn’t have thought it. Not even for an instant because I got stuck next to her on a regional jet for 2 hours. She was so big that we couldn’t put the armrest between us all the way down. At least she didn’t smell. Fat bastards sweat a lot getting through an airport and onto a plane. There is usually a good chance they aren’t going to smell too good.
But the worst ever was getting stuck to someone that was not quite as big as the person in the picture, but they weren’t far from it. I think a few extra value meal upgrades to the biggie size would have put ‘em there in a year or two. It was an AA flight up to the north east somewhere (Jersey maybe?) and the flight was just under 4 hours in duration. I got stuck in a window seat because I liked to look out the window. This was before I wised up and realized that the isle is the place to be.
Well, this guy sits down in the seat next to me and proceeds to take up ½ of my chair space as well. I’m not kidding and I’m not exaggerating. This guy’s right arm is in my space and taking up about ½ of my spot. I asked the flight chick if there were any other seats available and she said “sorry, full flight,” which it was. I should have got off the plane. I was miserable. This was back when they served real meals on the plane but I had to skip mine because the guy was so fat *I* couldn’t get my tray table down to accept the meal.
I wrote an anti-fat-bastard letter to AA. They didn’t do much, but I’ve since seen other airlines do something. Southwest seems to get quite a bit of attention over it. I recall one person suing them because he felt like he was singled out and embarrassed in front of people when they wouldn’t let him on the plane. Folks – this guy was freaking huge. He would have been lucky to fit in three seats. Southwest didn’t single him out, he singled himself out by stuffing his face with happy meals and krispy creams for 20 years. This guy wouldn’t have been able to be anywhere without feeling out of place.
Anyway, I guess my point is that we often can be cruel and circulate rumors and stories that have nothing to do with us, but I’m glad to see the airlines doing something, hell, anything, about it.
Wow...
So I am pulling my usual crap and not updating the blog for a very long period. I “recently” had to go back out to the power plants and work on a NERC CIP remediation project.
I can remember what I did and didn’t write about all of that, but we had put in a bid for a project to help a power plant with NERC CIP remediation back in April. We lost the bid and another company got it.
On Tuesday about 2 weeks ago I got a call from the power company asking if we (Skyline) could come out and help out – they are in a pinch and need some warm bodies. We start the discovery process to see what is needed from us as well as to begin the negotiation process.
Everything was still kind of up in the air – we knew they needed a few people for as long as up to Christmas, and perhaps after. On Thursday we got an email late in the afternoon – Could I be in Gillette, WY tomorrow. Umm…yeah, OK. Can you at least agree to our basic terms. We got the final confirmation at about 6:00pm CST.
At 1:00am CST I had finished doing laundry, packing, buying plane tickets, arranging a rental car, etc., all without knowing exactly where I’d be or for how long. I got about 2 hours of sleep that night as I was so keyed up from running around like a crazy person all night. I caught the first flight out in the morning and traveled all day to Gillette on almost no sleep.
Arriving in Gillette I got my rental car and found the hotel. I had just scarfed down a sandwich when one of the client reps called me and asked me out to the plant for a kick-off meeting. Off to the plant I go. 5 hours later, we were finished and had to be back at 5:30am.
Now, I’ve said it about a billion times. I am just not a morning person and getting 5 hours of sleep to get up early doesn’t suit me well. I really don’t enjoy getting up at the crack of…er…wait a minute, it’s not even dawn when we are getting up and leaving. Since that time, my average day has been like this:
Get up between 4:00am or 5:00am depending on how far away the plant is and what time we have to be there.
Drive 30 ~ 40 minutes to the plant.
Put in a 12+ hour day (some days have been 16 or 17 hours).
Drive 30 ~ 40 minutes back to the hotel
Sync my email and stuff since I am not allowed to get on the Internet at the plant. I also try to catch up on other work I have to do.
Crash
Rinse and repeat.
This has been going on since I left TX. No weekends off or anything fun like that. I’m pretty burned out right now, but I think I only have a few days left. The schedule is changing 4 & 5 times daily so who really knows….
I can remember what I did and didn’t write about all of that, but we had put in a bid for a project to help a power plant with NERC CIP remediation back in April. We lost the bid and another company got it.
On Tuesday about 2 weeks ago I got a call from the power company asking if we (Skyline) could come out and help out – they are in a pinch and need some warm bodies. We start the discovery process to see what is needed from us as well as to begin the negotiation process.
Everything was still kind of up in the air – we knew they needed a few people for as long as up to Christmas, and perhaps after. On Thursday we got an email late in the afternoon – Could I be in Gillette, WY tomorrow. Umm…yeah, OK. Can you at least agree to our basic terms. We got the final confirmation at about 6:00pm CST.
At 1:00am CST I had finished doing laundry, packing, buying plane tickets, arranging a rental car, etc., all without knowing exactly where I’d be or for how long. I got about 2 hours of sleep that night as I was so keyed up from running around like a crazy person all night. I caught the first flight out in the morning and traveled all day to Gillette on almost no sleep.
Arriving in Gillette I got my rental car and found the hotel. I had just scarfed down a sandwich when one of the client reps called me and asked me out to the plant for a kick-off meeting. Off to the plant I go. 5 hours later, we were finished and had to be back at 5:30am.
Now, I’ve said it about a billion times. I am just not a morning person and getting 5 hours of sleep to get up early doesn’t suit me well. I really don’t enjoy getting up at the crack of…er…wait a minute, it’s not even dawn when we are getting up and leaving. Since that time, my average day has been like this:
Get up between 4:00am or 5:00am depending on how far away the plant is and what time we have to be there.
Drive 30 ~ 40 minutes to the plant.
Put in a 12+ hour day (some days have been 16 or 17 hours).
Drive 30 ~ 40 minutes back to the hotel
Sync my email and stuff since I am not allowed to get on the Internet at the plant. I also try to catch up on other work I have to do.
Crash
Rinse and repeat.
This has been going on since I left TX. No weekends off or anything fun like that. I’m pretty burned out right now, but I think I only have a few days left. The schedule is changing 4 & 5 times daily so who really knows….
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