Archive for September, 2010

Meg Whitman and Her Housekeeper

Posted in general weirdness, political, politics on September 30, 2010 by Nada

Meg Whitman finally got a big dose of what she’s been serving up here in the California gubernatorial race. She’s all mad now, holding press conferences and saying crap like, “Gloria Allred does this before every election.” And to quote the hyperlinked article, “Indeed, before Gov. Arnold Schwarzennegger, a Republican, was first elected to that office, Allred had a press conference with a woman who claimed the former Hollywood movie star had groped her.” We elected The Gubernator anyway. I voted for him, grope or no. I think he’s done a pretty good job too.

Meg should write notes to herself like I do, and those notes should read, “Remember not to diss other candidates as my platform. They may retaliate.” I guess they did, and to be honest, I don’t care if she hired an illegal alien to clean her house. She’s the one making the big deal out of it. What I do care about is her platform is based on maligning the other candidates. Every single T.V. ad I see she she just tells me what a liar and boob Jerry Brown is. You know what? It makes you look like you have a screw loose, Meg. And where did you find that crazy picture of Jerry Brown with the errant facial hair (singular). Are you one of those mean girls from high school? Why don’t you tell us something about how you plan to save California from our financial crisis. Maybe you’re not concerned with that. Hard to say.


Whoa Nellie!

Posted in animal, Oakland, she-it on September 28, 2010 by Nada

I think “Whoa Nellie” is a Southern saying. It’s the nice version of SHE-IT. Anyhoo, the heat is raging on here, at least for today. Weatherbug’s a liar. It’s already 95 degrees at noon and going to be steadily climbing until tomorrow, then was should get some fall temperatures. I like the weatherman who said mid-broadcast a few days ago, “Summer’s finally here on the first day of fall.” Hilarious, and yet not, as I look at my doggies splayed out on the oriental rugs with their tongues lolling out of their mouths. The small dog keeps giving me the “what for?” because I won’t take them outside of the house in the heat.

UFCW Hypocrisy

Posted in general weirdness, holy crap, LOL!, Oakland on September 25, 2010 by Nada

Lordie! Jon Stewart’s Daily Show is hilarious. Check this out where the UFCW Nevada steps in it.

Of course, that’s nothing new for us in my hood. They pulled the same crap here 3 years ago. Only it wasn’t funny like Jon Stewart’s Daily Show.

Then there’s this. UFCW Local 5 unionized Oaksterdam University here in Oakland. Wow! What was Oaksterdam thinking? They actually courted this process. All I can say to Oaksterdam now is, “See ya. Wouldn’t want to be ya.”

Here’a a quote from Dan Rush, “Oakland’s UFCW Local 5 will ‘educate its members’ about the advantages of controlling and taxing marijuana, and encourage them to spread the gospel of letting adults do what they will in private. Not because the union endorses marijuana use, says Local 5 organizer Dan Rush, but because weed and hemp, like cigarettes and alcohol in UFCW supermarkets, mean jobs.” Huh? No, it doesn’t. Just means dues money paying you for whatever mess it is you do. And umm, most of us don’t go to the grocery for cigarettes and alcohol. Most of us go for food. Yup. Stuff like cottage cheese, Dan.

Church Laughing

Posted in LOL! on September 24, 2010 by Nada

You know what church laughing is – laughing so hard in church when it’s supposed to be deadly serious, and you can’t stop. Without further ado, I give you Switzerland’s finance minister, Hans-Rudolf Merz, in parliament, trying to answer a question about cured meats.


Posted in BART, general weirdness, Oakland on September 23, 2010 by Nada

I finally got a picture of Pigy. He stopped by to gobble seed. Pigy has a telltale white rectangle on his back – his gang colors, as in the gang of one, feathered variety.

I went into the city today to meet with a realtor. I give. Oakland wins. Hopefully, the broker can find us something close to the Big Guy’s work with a yard, one story, and near-by public transportation. Everything else, we can work around. I now carry a minimum of 4 BART cards with me since they demagnetize at every turn. Card #1 didn’t have enough funds. Card #2 was demagnetized. Card #3 was demagnetized. Card #4 worked. I find it distressing every time I turn around the cards are demagnetizing. I carry them all in the same holder, not near my phone or iPod. I was trying to talk to the station agent, when yet another crackhead holding a small can of cat food started screaming at her and alternately pounding on her cage. I will say it again – Oakland you win. I lose. Let me leave in one piece as soon as possible. After the crackhead screamed “Have a blessed day and I am not your husband,” he went up the escalator and the agent gave me a new little wallet with some special magic walls to keep my BART cards safe. It’s very cool, mostly plastic. Hope it works. Hope I get the hell outta Oakland.

Macy’s Mess

Posted in she-it, shopping on September 22, 2010 by Nada

This is Macy’s downtown San Francisco 6th floor, by the windows facing Union Square. I walked over to the windows to get better cell phone reception and found this, hoarders trash heap. WOW! Not really something I wanted to see, and frankly, hard to believe. At first I thought maybe it was stored displays, but if you look closely there’s garbage thrown in there amidst the rubble. Damn, Macy’s. Get a grip, or a cleaning crew or a dumpster. You can do better than this. Way better.

Freakin’ Notes

Posted in computer, she-it on September 19, 2010 by Nada

I found another note on my desk IN MY HANDWRITING. It says, “Draft, Interested week, Try to South.” Bummer. What does that even mean? I threw the note out and have moved onto the next hot topic of concern – installing the flash plug in on my Mozilla browser on our Linux EEE PC. That machine is a punk, with baggy pants and its briefs showing. I’d like to sail it across the yard, like a plastic frisbee into the wooden fence, and watch components fly into the air, like tiny birds.