Wish Me Luck....

Tonight, I'll be throwing my hat in the ring to be selected to visit one of the most famous houses in all creation.

The P1WAC is choosing two people to accompany them to the Playboy Mansion to help celebrate the 50th anniversary Playmate of the Year, and to interview the Man himself, Hugh Hefner.

My Competition? A cop who stripped down to his belt, shoes and socks, a soldier who's shipping out in a few months to Iraq, and some others.

My interview is tonight and they'll be choosing the winner before Monday.

I'll update when I know more.

Take Care,

Mike G.

Workplace Fear Factor

I don't know whether naming names in this story will leave me open to legal action, and I don't have the resources or desire to find out. But I still want to let you guys know what happened, so please use all of your critical thinking skills when you read this post.

I, along with several friends were at a national chain restaurant/bar famous for hot wings and busty waitresses with white tank tops, and orange shorts. Our server, whom I'll call Mindy, asked if any of us needed anything since she would be unavailable for a while. I figured it was for a staff meeting, but she informed us that the entire staff was going into the walk-in freezer, and the last one out would get to go home early.

We thought she was joking, but we looked around after she left and realized that all the servers were gone. a few minutes passed and she came back shivering with a smile on her face. She had outlasted the others and had earned an early exit. While we were happy for her, it was a bit unsettling. Mindy told us that one of the managers had come up with the idea, and that it went on in other locations. She also said that she didn't mind doing it and neither did the other girls.

Male Perspective Disclaimer
This guy is a genius for combining the mathmatecal equation:

Cold + White Cotton Tank Top + Buxom Female = Look At These!

with the respectability and authority of management.
End Male Perspective

But honestly, there's just something unsettling about the whole thing. To me, it has all the earmarks of a Dateline investigation. And you just know that one day there'll be an accident where two girls got too intense and froze to death.

So the next time you find yourself at this particular chain, be kind to your server. It might be the last time you ever see them.

Take Care,

Mike G.

Facts, Pt II

Well, it looks like the guys at thememoryhole are asserting that 73 of the photos are of the Columbia dead, and the rest are of returning servicemen.

You can read more here, and you can see the pictures in question here.

As far as why the government would prefer that you not see the photos...

That's not my department. But as an armchair psychologist, I would offer that the more you try to hide something, whether it's a sex tape you made with an ex, {trustfundgirls.com}, a memo you should have looked at, or even a book you wrote long ago, the harder people are going to look for it.

Take Care,

Mike G.

Letting Facts Get In The Way...

Let's see if we can't sort this out.

Apparently, the webmaster of thememoryhole.org filed a Freedom of Information Act request to get photos of fallen American servicemen returning from Dover AFB. He posted the photos and they soon popped up all over the net.

But soon after, NASA issued a press release stating the photos were not that of the war dead, but actually of the astronauts from the shuttle Columbia explosion of Feb. '03.

And now for the groundless assumptions.

What if this wasn't a mistake, but a carefully planned misdirection? Except that NASA didn't get the message.

Just wondering....

P.S. give a visit to my pal Devin's blog to see how this stuff should actually be done.

Keeping It In Perspective....

Think that your life has hit rock bottom?

Need to laugh at the misfortune of others to make you feel good?

Click here, and then shed a small tear for the future of mankind.

Take Care,

Mike G.

Stoking the Flames...

Found this while looking for news to fuel with my righteous indignation.

Click here Dammit!

If things get worse, we might be able to do one for each member of the Administration.

Take care,

Mike G.

Yoo-Hoo......

To whoever commented on my post about the Left Behind book....

Please email me. I can't answer your criticisms if we can't have a dialogue.

Besides, calling me moronic doesn't bolster your point. All it does is prove that you can call people names. But if that was all you had in mind, then mission accomplished.

Take Care,

Mike G.

Sheer Balls pt.2

Well, the guy who bet all he owned on one roulette spin?

He won.

Now the question remains; Will the adrenaline letdown following the spin lead him to alcoholism and suicide?

Stay tuned....

Mike G.

Sheer Balls.

Check this.

This guy is a complete moron.

But like the car wreck alongside the highway, you can't help but stare.

Yikes.

Mike G.

At Least I Didn't Have To Wear A Name Tag...

When I go to the grocery store, I do on occasion use the self service lanes. If I only have one or two items, I find it's usually faster than waiting in the express lane, especially if you know what you're doing.

But the other day I went to my local Albertson's.

Apparently, the chain has been testing a new way to shop, called Shop 'N Scan. You get a scanning gun at the entrance and use it to scan your purchases as you go through the store. When you're done, you go to the self checkout line and upload the total from the scanner. You then pay as normal. The store has someone at a help desk if you get stuck.

Being a fan of new tech, I decided to give it a try. I liked that I could organize my stuff the way I wanted to, and I could make sure an item wouldn't scan differently at the checkout.

Checkout was painless and took less than two minutes, since all the stuff was bagged and scanned.

As I was walking out of the store, I slowly realized that I had done the work of at least two or three people, and I wasn't getting anything in return. I'm torn on whether or not I'll do it again. The part of me that hates interacting with the outside world is pretty cool with it , while the part that's desperate for any and all human contact isn't too keen.

Take Care,

Mike G.

Laying the Biblical Smack Down...

Some of you probably know that Glorious Appearing, has hit the shelves. It's the final[?] book in the Left Behind series, that tells what happens after the Rapture. It's basically the Book of Revelation, complete with Anti-Christ, Mark Of The Beast, Plagues, and a showdown between God and Satan.

Don't worry, I won't spoil it for you.

I will admit I've been scanning the books, but not for the inspiring tales of faith. As any comic reader knows, it's easy to cheer for the hero, but when you develop the villian, the story becomes more compelling. The more you believe that Dr. Doom or Ultron might actually win, the more you have invested in the book.

Yes, you've got the ultimate villain, but honestly, this story is only going to end one way. Now, I don't really fault the authors given their core audience, but what would have happened if......

PUBLISHER'S MEETING:

AGENT: Now fellas, I gotta say I loved the book. Absolutely loved it. All praise and Amen and all that jazz. But me and the boys were thinking, how's about we pull a twist on the audience?

TIM LAHAYE, JERRY B. JENKINS, AUTHORS : What do you mean?

AGENT: You know, like The Ususal Suspects, Sixth Sense, Se7en, that sort of thing. What say at the end of the book, God and his armies of angels against Satan...and the big guy loses? You can't buy that kind of publicity!



Come on, someone said something like that.



Also, this might just be me, but I think I'm starting to figure out why Bush has such a friendly relationship with the 'Religious Right'. For them, life on Earth is really just a warmup for the Final Battle between good and evil. That battle won't happen until the world gets pushed to the brink. Given Bush's track record, who better to usher us right on through to Armageddon?

Just a thought.

Take Care,

Mike G.