They're No Bill Shatner...

but then no one could ever be.

I was stumbling around youtube the other night watching some Dennis Leary and killing myself with laughter when I noticed these guys in the "related videos" section over on the right side of the screen. I have to say, I was impressed, and I spent about an hour watching everything they have up. So, with any more ado whatsoever...



Oh and here's the Shatner one, just in case you have been living in a cave or haven't been blessed with it before **cough** **cough**



Tole

Where Were You When I Was Unemployed?

I was sitting at my desk the other night thinking that I really need to keep the old resume current. I have a good job now and have had since September..BUT...you know...uncertain economic times and all that rot.

I started to search my pc for the most current version and after about 15 minutes realize I don't know where it is. I am getting pretty frustrated when I remember that I uploaded it to that Monstrously Monstrous job site back when I was unemployed.

I go. I log in. I download. I notice that there is an alert that my profile is incomplete. Oh well, may as well fix that while I am here.

After going through the 543 questions and not changing a single answer, I start to to wonder what I am missing. Oh well....oh hey...my experience level is wrong. So, I change it from 7-10 yrs to 10-15 years. That's it. That's the only change.

One week out from that change and I've received 5 emails and a phone call offering interviews...wow. If only I'd have changed it sooner I might not have spent six months tearing my house apart and putting it back together.

***sigh***

Go figure.

'Ware the Frankenthumb!

Well, I've been away a long time. Frankly I just haven't had anything to say. That was until Wednesday.

Over the last year my wife and I have completely gutted and remodeled our kitchen and both bathrooms. We have torn out all of our carpet and replaced it with laminate flooring. I have spent alot of time with my hands near to things that could literally made it so I could never count to ten again without using my toes.

I've cut drywall. I've cut hardibacker with a saw. I've cut tile. I've even done some modest carpentry. I've pulled and cut wire. All with no one to see my wonderfulness.

Well this week was one of the biggest projects yet. We had new electric service added to our house. We upgraded from the 60 amp serivce the house was built with back in the 70s to a shiny big ole honking 200 amp service.

I exercised a seldom used ability every husband has. I admitted that this was beyond my meager abilities and I called in a pro. I even talked him into letting me do some of the connections in the house so that he wouldn't have to charge me for them.

I was so proud of myself. I felt that my skills were being validated by a professional electrician. I was feeling very manly.

That's when this happened...***sssssliiiiice****


Imagine my chagrin when I had to schlep my goofy butt outside and ask the electrician to go finish making the connection I was working on when I did my dead-level best to filet my digit.

"Where is it?" he asks. "Oh wait nevermind I'll just follow the blood droplets."

Wisenheimer.

***Sigh***

But you know, after all that I've done to my house, if the only price I've paid is four stitches and a tetanus shot life ain't so bad.

Tole

One More Sign She's Mrs Right

A few nights ago I was visited by Lawdog et al and we decided a movie was required to make the evening complete. Well, after much discussing and searching the internet, one of our guests logged into Netflix and brought up this...

The Gamers: Dorkness Rising



And before you ask, it was every bit as campy as the title and write up suggest. It was a full plate of Great smothered in Awesome Sauce.

Now, as for the title to this post...not only did my Mrs. watch the entire film...she laughed right along with us. She so gets me and I am so lucky!

Tole

The Trials of Office Life

I knew it would come eventually. Friday my HR manager mentioned that I was getting a bit shaggy and might consider a haircut.

Personally, the status of my hair ranks about 847th on my list of things I concern myself with, so I was oblivious to the length it had acquired since last cut in August.

I supposed that it WAS time for my semi-annual haircut. So I fired up my clippers with the #5 guard and went to town removing about 6 inches of length from my glorious locks.

Now my ears and neck are cold.

***sigh***

Tole