Pretending Along

Thanksgiving

Let it be known, I love Thanksgiving. It is my favorite holiday. No presents, no one being critufied, no one being liberated from bondage, etc. Just you, your friends and/or family, food, drink, lively conversation (I use the term lively in its most abbrasive sense in relation to my family), perhaps some sports, and pumpkin pie.

Enjoy the pumpkin pie, folks.

Happy Thanksgiving... I'll keep on pretending.

And in the News, Spleen Venting

It appears that releasing one's ire rather than suppressing it can add to one's life span according to a study published in the American Journal of Epidemiology. This seems to make sense to me. I'll just refer my coworkers to this abstract next time I have one of my outbursts.

Readers Poll

I didn't want to post the same thing twice on two different blogs, but I want to know what people think, so I tossed it up on DCSOB. Let me know what you think.

We Know Where You Live

David P. Gilkey / Detroit Free Press
An Iraqi boy holds the remains of a TV set amid
the rubble of one of the houses destroyed
by U.S. forces in Tikrit. Guerrillas allegedly had
used the houses as sanctuary.

Taking a page from the book that has enabled Israel to win the hearts and minds of the Palestineans, the US is demolishing homes of suspected insurgency members.

That ought to show those pesky Iraqis that we're here for their benefit.

Nothing Today

The manager of one of the projects I'm working on keeps dropping subtle hints that he'd like me to complete the work that I've been assigned for his project. Some of the things he is saying to me lead me to believe that he wants me to finish things up. It's not really what he's saying, just the way he's phrasing it and the tone of his voice. Take, for instance, something he said to me yesterday morning,

"Chris, it's nearly a week after the deadline, when are you going to turn your sections in to me?" Or something he said to me when he was leaving yesterday, "Chris, I need you to finish up and turn those sections in to me."

Now maybe I'm overreacting, perhaps the undertones of what he's saying don't translate in text, but at any rate. No more posting for a while.

In other work-related news: It appears that there is no more Starbucks coffee in the office. That does it. I can take long hours, paying more for healthcare, a lessening in benefits, but this is the last fucking straw. I quit. OK, not really, but if I were independantly wealthy, I would so quit.

Wrong On So Many Levels

While sucking down some cancer outside my office, I saw a woman walking down the street carying one of these dogs:

And wearing these pants:

While I'm not going to go off on a rant about how much I hate those pants with provocative writing on the seat, I would like to raise the following question:

Why would anyone want to wear pants that had the word 'Juicy' written across the ass? Wouldn't that attract the wrong kind of people? Specifically those people who want juicy asses. Maybe I'm in the minority, but juicy isn't exacty an adjective that I associate with asses-- at least not in a positive manner.

Is Nothing Sacred?

The office supply bandit strikes again!! And this time the bastard has stolen my stapler. It was one thing when it was the three hole punch, and then scisors, but a stapler. That is not OK. Don't worry, you'll get yours, you thieving bastard.

"...I kept my Swingline stapler because it didn't bind up as much, and I kept the staples for the Swingline stapler and it's not okay because if they take my stapler then I'll set the building on fire."

Welcome

Welcome travelers, we've made it. I'd like to take this time to welcome you to Pretending Along's new home. Sure it's kinda empty, but we just got here. Our furniture and other baggage is still in transit. We're still waiting for our archive to arrive from the old home. Somehow, we were placed on one FTP route and our archives and other baggage were mis-routed. We checked with the airline and they told us the archives were accidentally sent here. So while I'm waiting for them to make it here, check out some of our smorgasblog partners:

DC SOB
live from the third rail

I've got some content on both sites.

And once again, welcome, thanks for making the trip. Check this space for updates as we make it more comfortable for everyone.