tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-133492142024-03-08T14:01:38.731-08:00True Stories....My Life, On & OfflineEdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09442675308783126565noreply@blogger.comBlogger75125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13349214.post-10008826366505789222007-08-27T10:19:00.000-07:002007-08-27T10:22:36.720-07:00More Hype Coming Soon....It's been a long time...but I now have some extra free time in the coming weeks. All is good on the home front and job front (In fact, couldn't be better). But, I have lots to share with the world. Keep checking back as I will be re-launching this blog. If you're all still out there...let me know!Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09442675308783126565noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13349214.post-1158773901577120862006-09-20T10:32:00.000-07:002006-12-25T06:05:55.350-08:00A Little Diversion Called Life.<div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/31931697@N00/248369351/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://static.flickr.com/87/248369351_e805953c5d_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /></a> <br /> <span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/31931697@N00/248369351/">Good, Ol' Joey...sigh.</a> <br /> Originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/31931697@N00/">EdnPHX</a>. </span></div>It’s been awhile since I’ve posted. Been busy with life. Needless to say I have been traveling all over for work, going up to Northern Arizona on the weekends and just enjoying the little things of life, and the big things as well. But I also have not written in awhile because of the last post and the idiot that decided to post the mean and nasty comment. After a well investigated search, I’ve come to the conclusion that I really could care less who that person is. Although I am 99% sure of who it was, I figure, hell, let him just wallow in his miserable life and continue on the downward spiral. I even thought about posting a link to the Maricopa County Court System to be really mean and cruel, but then I though, eh, that would be stooping to the low level that he is at. So, all in all, he knows who he is and well, that’s enough said. All, I have to say is you know who your friends are, and you definitely know who are not. The end.<br /><br />A lot has gone on in the world, since I last posted. There are so many things I could comment on, and going forward I definitely will, such as:<br /><br />1. Can you believe Whitney Houston and Bobby Brown broke up? <strong>FINALLY.</strong> It’s about damn time. I can’t wait for her next “I’m so damn mad screaming diva” album.<br /><br />2. How low can gas prices go with the election coming up? Can the Republicans be any more obvious? Gas hit under $2.00 a gallon in my hometown of Cleveland, Ohio. Hummer sales are going to SOAR! (Whatever.)<br /><br />3. OK, can Joey Lawrence get any hotter? As far as I am concerned, he <strong>IS</strong> the star in “Dancing with the Stars” on ABC. (Of course, there is that little rumor that Joey is known for having something big, other than his dancing ability…but I digress…sigh…)<br /><br />4. I just love Meredith Viera on the Today Show. She seems so much more fun than Katie Couric.<br /><br />5. The political election in Phoenix and Arizona is getting absolutely <strong>INSANE.</strong> God, love my Janet sign in my front yard! John Kyl is a complete idiot. I cannot wait till mid-November when there are no political attack ads.<br /><br />6. When will NASA understand that the debris flying off the Space Shuttle is not the problem considering that the Shuttle itself <strong>IS</strong> a pile of ancient flying debris. Did they ever think about putting nice smooth large panels over all those exposed pipes and wires so that debris wouldn’t float all over the place?<br /><br />7. When was the last time you were yelled at like a child by your President?<br /><br />8. The new “Here and Now” Monopoly game is fabulously fun! They even have a space for Cleveland, Ohio (Mediterranean Ave) and Phoenix, Arizona (Kentucky Avenue). Check out the actually game pieces….way cool.<br /><br />9. Dealing with job recruiters can be way frustrating.<br /><br /><br />Speaking of Job Recruiters, I have decided to take the job search seriously considering my boss has become even more of a “C You Next Tuesday”. In fact, its getting extremely hard to get out of bed and go to work. Work has turned from a fun career to a job. To manage, I’ve now manipulated my schedule to “work from home” on Fridays. It does give me some relief but it’s still hard working with a woman who does nothing but lie to you. I’ve stepped up my front by contacting Employee Relations at my company. Unfortunately, the problem is when you work in Human Resources, you ARE employee relations. There’s really no place to go when someone in HR has a problem. Which sucks. So, in an effort to change my work life around I have decided to funnel my frustration and negative energy into finding another job. And it’s starting to work. I had 2 interviews with 2 different companies and have to return calls back to 2 additional ones. So, its hopefully a matter of time before I have an offer on the table. I really do love my job and actually do like the company, but I cannot work for this woman any more. Only time will tell.<br /><br />The good part is that I have a lot of diversions other than work going on. You know the little and big things in life: the house, Tim, travel, and trying to relax. I finally got my mountain bike tuned up and it’s ready to roll. Now that the weather in getting cooler I can enjoy it once again. Who knows, maybe I’ll have a story to tell about the biking adventures around Phoenix? More to come….<br clear="all" />Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09442675308783126565noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13349214.post-1156521326774647712006-08-25T08:55:00.000-07:002006-09-21T23:34:25.916-07:00More Than Meets The Eye.<b>Transformers</b><br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/IL5c2DUnYno"></param><embed src="http://youtube.com/v/IL5c2DUnYno" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><br> I am so excited about the live action film “Transformers”. I remember these little robots from the 1980’s in my adolescence years. I’m actually not shocked, at all, with the studios remaking this cartoon into a live action film <span style="font-style:italic;">(I mean, come on, they remade the Flintstones for god sakes!). </span> Either case, it should make for some interesting fun in the summer of 2007. Here’s the teaser trailer for <a href="http://www.apple.com/trailers/paramount/transformers/">Transformers.</a> I also found this gem of a commercial that uses some of the same graphic technology as the upcoming movie. Looks like the movie should be ultra cool.<br /><br />Speaking of transformers, the house is slowly transforming into a great gem of a house. Little improvements here and there are all now starting to show great visual effects. Outside I’ve resorted to mostly cactus and succulents. And, believe it or not nothing has died. In fact, with the recent rain we’ve gotten they are actually growing! Who knew?<br /><br />On the job front, well, that couldn’t be more disappointing. Well, as I expected my new boss, went back on her promise of promotion and stuck me with more work and more responsibility. All of this without a title change or even an increase in pay. She’s a total bitch, plain and simple. But, if all goes well, she will be fired within the near future. I’ve been told she is being investigated for some naughty things at the company. <span style="font-style:italic;">(It rhymes with “bugs and shlal-cohol” and hexual carbassment”)</span> Yes, believe it or not. So maybe I’ll just take her job once she leaves. What a messed up bitch.<br /><br />On the Tim front, things couldn’t be better. He’s playing volleyball again. This is a huge thing for Tim. He’s competitive. And volleyball is his way of kicking some major ass in the competitive front. <span style="font-style:italic;">(Did I mention that volleyball players are way sexy too?). <br /></span><br />More too come. Been busy with work travel….you name it, I’ve probably been there: San Francisco, Colorado Springs, Minneapolis, Portland, San Diego, and looks like I might be going to, <span style="font-style:italic;">(gulp) </span>Des Moines. I feel sometimes like I live in San Fran…..the people at the hotel I stay at know me by my first name. Oiy.Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09442675308783126565noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13349214.post-1153507334685768012006-07-21T11:42:00.000-07:002006-07-21T13:37:13.563-07:00Everyone Does IT....<b>Everyone Does it...</b><br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/yqSmXuYJ_4I"></param><embed src="http://youtube.com/v/yqSmXuYJ_4I" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><br>Birds do it, bees do it, even Boston beans do it…..Yes, and you know what I am talking about: sex. So why is it that so many people are uptight about talking about sex? Point in case: This absolutely wonderful commercial in Australia. Nissan took the bold steps to make a fun commercial for its Tiida car starring Kim Cattrall from Sex And The City. If anyone knows me, they know that I totally love and identify with Kim’s character in Sex And The City….god love her. So you can imagine how I found this commercial intensely fun to watch.<br /><br />Unfortunately this commercial was pulled from many stations in Australia and New Zealand. Don’t even think about it showing here in the conservative, religious-right, Focus on Everyone’s Family, wacked-out United States. It’s funny, after you watch the commercial and really digest it, it’s really not that bad. Yes, it’s suggestive, but it’s not out of line…no more than bikini clad blondes opening up a bottle of beer, or Paris Hilton with a Carl’s Jr. Hamburger. So why is it that people are so uptight about sex?<br /><br />Here’s my theory. I propose that these people are just not getting any, and because of it are too sexually frustrated to watch anything with a hint of sex. You know those people…the ones hiding behind that Bible, or are so uncomfortable about themselves that they blame other people for their shortcomings. We’re all human and we all have an instinctual need for sex….so why deny it? <em>(As long as it’s done in a non-destructive way.) </em>Our culture discourages sex. Discouraging something we all do. Just like masturbation. Which then leads to discouraging self-expression, free speech, and the pursuit of happiness. Not very American is it?<br /><br />Who are these people that actually call up the television stations and complain? If I were the switchboard operator here’s what I would say:<br /><br /><em>Ed: “Thank you for calling Channel 3, how can I help you?”<br />Caller: “Yes, I’d like to complain on the Nissan ad.”<br />Ed: “What seems to be the problem?”<br />Caller: “It’s offending, and sexually explicit!”<br />Ed: “What exactly is it that you find offending?”<br />Caller: “Um well…she’s suggesting she’s aroused by driving the car.”<br />Ed: “Ok…so can you give me more detail?”<br />Caller: “Well…she’s sexually enjoying the ride…if you know what I mean.”<br />Ed: “Actually I don’t, could you be more descriptive?”<br />Caller: “Excuse me? It’s obvious she’s sexually aroused by the car!”<br />Ed: “Are you sexually aroused by this car?”<br />Caller: “What? No!”<br />Ed: “Do cars sexually arouse you? Do you find them seductive?”<br />Caller: “Um No!”<br />Ed: “What kind of car do you drive?”<br />Caller: “Excuse me? What does that have to do with this complaint?”<br />Ed: “Ma’am I’m just trying to get as much information as possible.”<br />Caller: “A Ford Taurus. I don’t see why you need to know that.”<br />Ed: “Actually miss, you drive a boring car, so I assume you haven’t been laid in awhile, there fore you must find this commercial offensive.”<br />Caller: “What!!??.”<br />Ed: “Yea…..so I suggest you just get over it, trade your Taurus in for a convertible, and try masturbation. It works wonders.”<br />Caller: “Excuse me!!?”<br />Ed: “Um yea…..so just get over it. Bub-bye.”</em><br /><br /><strong>God, I wish I could do that.</strong><br /><br />So, after you watch the commercial again <em>(which I know you’ll do), </em>think about how offending it is. Is it that bad? Or, how about we show commercials that show real people crashing in Volkswagens <em>(scare tactic), </em>or show the expanding cotton in a tampon <em>(just downright gross), </em>or how about even those political slur ads with the upcoming elections in November <em>(no ethics)? </em>Yes, there are a lot of “offending” things in the world. But an ad like this is no where near as offending as the things the actually do get through.<br /><br />Something to think about….<br /><br />PS: Here's the even longer version of the commercial. <a href="http://www.nissan.com.au/video/200601-tiida45.asp">FABULOUS.</a>Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09442675308783126565noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13349214.post-1153110147394226182006-07-16T21:18:00.000-07:002006-07-16T21:28:57.266-07:00The Oh "From" Ohio....<div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/31931697@N00/191409669/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://static.flickr.com/48/191409669_42ae781cd9_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /></a> <br /> <span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/31931697@N00/191409669/">Liza helping Parker "find" herself.</a> <br /> Originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/31931697@N00/">EdnPHX</a>. </span></div>It was a jammed packed fun filled weekend. Tim and I had a couple of our close friends over to help us break in our new home. It was a smashing success that ended up with everybody in the pool and more liquor consumed than an Irish funeral. What more could you ask for in a housewarming?<br /><br />Aside from the party, I came across the best movie trailer of a movie that looks absolutely awesome. The movie is called “The Oh In Ohio”, and it stars one of my favorite actors: Parker Posie. I remember that they were filming this movie back home in Cleveland, Ohio some time back. I got calls from my family and friends back in Cleveland saying that Parker Posie was in town and she was asking for me. <span style="font-style:italic;">(Well, actually that’s not true, but how fun would it be to have the original “Party Girl” say something to that effect?...but I digress…)</span> It also stars gay-icon Liza Minelli, and a slew of other A, B and C-List stars. What makes it great is that it is filmed in my hometown of Cleveland, Ohio….and from the trailer looks pretty darn true to the look and feel of the city. So I’m all excited to see the movie until I look at when the general release is.<br /><br />Why is it that when a movie comes out that I really want to see, it always has limited release in cities far, far away? For god sakes, it opened in Cleveland. <span style="font-style:italic;">(Well, I guess that’s a given since the movie happens in Cleveland.)</span> But still, Phoenix will not see this movie in some time according to the movie website. <span style="font-style:italic;">Sigh.</span> I feel like I am living my Brokeback Mountain drama all over again. I guess I will have to see it on my next trip to San Francisco this month.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.apple.com/trailers/independent/theohinohio/trailer/">The Oh in Ohio Movie trailer.</a><br clear="all" />Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09442675308783126565noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13349214.post-1152293367836173472006-07-07T10:25:00.000-07:002006-07-07T10:35:16.876-07:00Things that don’t die.<div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/31931697@N00/184181262/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://static.flickr.com/77/184181262_45f7ecb35e_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /></a> <br /> <span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/31931697@N00/184181262/">Gotta love my Saguaro.</a> <br /> Originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/31931697@N00/">EdnPHX</a>. </span></div>It’s amazing how things tend to not go as planned. Case in point: plants. The past couple weeks I have been busy planting in the front and back gardens. I had this grand idea that I would have all of these really cool plants, lots of color and things that would last throughout the year. I ventured to Home Depot and Lowes to find such flora that would survive the absolutely brutal desert climate. I dragged Tim with me to have a second set of eyes <em>(and well, he lives here too…so he needs to be involved in the process, of course)</em>.<br /><br />I read every damn label, instructions, tag, and even asked the “oh-so-informative” garden associate <em>(that was way sarcastic). </em>I bought plants that would flourish in the direct sun, heat and dry climate here in AZ. I watered, watered, and watered again <em>(but not too much)</em>. And, of course, the beautiful flowers died. The only things that survived were the cacti and succulents that I planted along side the flowers. So, now I am just going to throw my hands up and plant more cacti and be done with it. The good part is that I am very happy with the cacti and succulents because they last and some of them do bloom now and then. Quite frankly, it’s nice to plant things that don’t die…..and in the long run, I’m sure I’ll be happier.<br /><br />Which got me thinking. Plants are a lot like relationships. Just replace the flowers with all your ex-relationships, and substitute the cactus with the one you really do love. Sure things get thorny now and then, but that cactus can weather a hell of a lot and still survive. And if your lucky, it blooms with some really awesome flowers that rival any other plants. <br /><br />So here I am, watering my plants and having a Zen moment. <em>(These moments tend to hit me at the weirdest times….watering plants, on the toilet, driving on the freeway, watching Star Trek….you know what I mean…).</em> That’s when I smiled and saw Tim….he’s one hell of a Saguaro. Oh and by the way this is him: <a href="http://static.flickr.com/63/184146223_a08aa5e6d3_o.jpg">TIM</a>.<br /><br /><em>*happy sigh*</em><br /><br />A Couple things before I go for the weekend…I am absolutely obsessed with the new album by Connie Bailey Rae. It’s a wonderful CD that is perfect for a lazy Sunday Morning reading the paper in the sun. <em>(Thanks to <a href="http://ellesheri.spaces.msn.com/PersonalSpace.aspx?_c=">Lady Miss Elle </a>for putting the song “Put Your Records On” on her fab blog….) </em>I think this is my favorite new music of the year so far.<br /><br />Also, I tried a new look for the blog….something different, and a little brighter. More fun to come….<br clear="all" />Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09442675308783126565noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13349214.post-1152218703474273932006-07-06T13:41:00.000-07:002006-07-06T13:46:35.696-07:00What the World needs right now is….<div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/31931697@N00/182744445/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://static.flickr.com/49/182744445_f777b2c430_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /></a> <br /> <span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/31931697@N00/182744445/"></a> <br /> Originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/31931697@N00/">EdnPHX</a>. </span></div>A Strong Black Woman. That’s right, a bone-fide, straight from the inner city ghetto, all-American, “bitch get out of my way” black woman. <em>(Not to be confused with the pervious post concerning Star Jones, she is an <strong>annoying</strong> black woman.)</em> What makes me bring this to the blog today? To be honest, it’s all of this news on North Korea, actually. It’s amazing that a little country like North Korea can make such an impact on the political scene. Hurling defunct missiles into the Sea of Japan does make a political splash. Although I have to admit, knowing that they could possibly put nuclear warheads on top of those defunct missiles and potentially send one our way is a bit unnerving. Also, the pictures of the North Korean leader are particularly annoying. He looks like the kid who got beat up at school, and now has a “Dr. Evil from Austin Powers” ego, and now is going to get back at the world for stealing his lunch money. Point in case, the picture on this post.<br /><br />As to such, I propose that we do an American Idol type search for America’s Strongest Black Woman. Let’s find the biggest, baddest most ghetto diva and send her right over to Pyongyang to bitch slap Kim Jong-il with some big ol’ long duc dong. Now, seriously you know that such a strong woman would not put up with these political games. She’d tell it like it is and tell it straight up! <em>(okaay?) </em>Unfortunately, we have Condi Rice as America’s strong black woman. <em>(I absolutely love the photos on CNN of her, they always show her scowling or in a “pouty pose”)</em> <br /><br />Although she has the “Don’t fuck with me fellas” look, Condi is a far cry from a strong black woman. Just think of it…we get the top 10 finalists in the Strong Black Woman Idol competition and we send them over to the World’s hot spots in a convoy of Cadillac Escalades with a simple message: “Don’t fuck with us, or will kick your nappy ass.” We’ll even throw in Martha Wash to sing a battle charge as the convoy approaches. There is no escape from the scorn of a strong black woman.<br /><br />Of course, if the resistance to the Strong Black Woman Convoy fails, well, they you just pissed off 10 Strong Black Women. Now, the convoy turns into 10 Angry Black Women, and well, you just as well should consider the place nuked.<br /><br />In either case, when you sit back and look at the world, it’s a pretty crazy place. From Iraq to North Korea, from Global Warming to Gas Guzzling SUV’s…..there’s no one single solution. But, throw it a strong black woman and it’ll be much more interesting to watch!<br clear="all" />Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09442675308783126565noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13349214.post-1151607563295989432006-06-29T11:55:00.000-07:002006-06-29T12:05:37.993-07:00Star-Fangled View<div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/31931697@N00/177856829/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://static.flickr.com/49/177856829_eb55e31fc4_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /></a> <br /> <span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/31931697@N00/177856829/">Big Fat Star Jones</a> <br /> Originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/31931697@N00/">EdnPHX</a>. </span></div>Why is it that, at times, we are drawn to the stupidest things? I don’t think I’ll ever have the answer to that, but recently, I have been absolutely drawn to a really stupid thing: Star Jones. Gosh, I really <strong>despise</strong> that woman. So, knowing that, I was pleasantly surprised by her recent departure from The View. But, I was even MORE pleasantly surprised by the abrupt dismissal of her sorry ass the next day from the show.<br /><br />If you know anything about Star Jones, you surely must know she is one of the most self-absorbed women on television. From her dramatic weight loss and her outright denial that the gastric bypass surgery had anything to do with it, to her absolutely insane self promoting wedding to her banker hubby. Anyone who looks for sponsors for a wedding as if it were the Superbowl looking for advertising space, is a little self-absorbed. What pissed me off about her the most were her obviously anti-gay remarks she made on The View, which honestly turned me off to the show from the get-go. She also had this “holier than thou” attitude. And, of course, she always played the victimized “black woman” and how she was the voice of “the people” on the show. <em>(Now honestly, how victimized could a rich corporate lawyer be?)</em>.<br /><br />Anyway, I was happy to see that she was booted off the show. It was about time. I guess she’ll have to resort to schlepping shoes for Payless Shoes <em>(which of course, she would never buy from. I wonder if the geniuses at Payless know that?) </em>I personally think Rosie O’Donnell had a hand in the whole thing, and if she did, <strong>THANK YOU</strong>. This is one star I’d be happy to see extinguished.<br /><br />On a lighter and more positive note, I came across a video from MSNBC.com with Keith Olbermann. He has this wonderful habit of making fun of Bill O’Riely. If you know me, you know that I hate, yes, hate, Bill O’Riley. <em>(Almost as much as Ann Coulter…the ultra-conservative she-male.) </em> The man is pure evil and doesn’t have a problem spreading messages of hate. Anyway, check this link out on Keith addressing Bill on his recent remarks. <a href="http://video.msn.com/v/us/msnbc.htm?g=76dcb4d9-78d6-48b3-b3c0-d1d7f8c497bf&f=00&fg=email">Way to go Keith!<</a>br /><br /><br />Happy Fourth of July! I thought I would wish you all a little early! Tim and I have plans for absolutely nothing but working on the house this long upcoming weekend! I am taking some pictures of Tim and me this weekend, so I PROMISE to have a pic of him on here soon. Sometimes you have to wait for the good things!<br clear="all" />Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09442675308783126565noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13349214.post-1150326216058456802006-06-14T16:00:00.000-07:002006-06-14T16:06:31.976-07:00The Future (with some updates….)<div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/31931697@N00/167316872/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://static.flickr.com/29/167316872_047ee8ebaa_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /></a> <br /> <span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/31931697@N00/167316872/">$200k ticket outta here.</a> <br /> Originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/31931697@N00/">EdnPHX</a>. </span></div>It’s been slow at work. Yes, believe it or not, it gets slow (now and then) here in the wonderful world of Human Resources. But that’s a good thing considering that I have a ton of work to do on the house. Slow times allow me to take longer lunches for the gym, trips to Home Depot, and even some telecommuting from home. Got to love it. But like many of you, when it is slow at work I do what most people do: surf the net. So, I though I would post a couple of sites I came across that really makes one think about the future. You know, that George Jetson, pleeping flying car, moving side walks, moon base kinda future. So here’s some REAL legitimate websites of the not-so-distant future.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.destinyusa.com/mainSite.html">DestinyUSA.com</a>: When one thinks of shopping you think of the cities that offer the most: Paris, New York, Chicago, London, Los Angeles, and Syracuse. What? (Did he just say Syracuse?) Well, if developers have their way, Syracuse will be the next shopping Mecca. I came across this site by accident. When I dove deeper in the site I was absolutely amazed at what these developers are trying to do. Hotels, Shopping, Restaurants, and Entertainment all enclosed in a huge habitat that is energy efficient, self-sustaining and greener than Kermit the Frog in a Hybrid SUV. The architecture of the place is pretty wild as well. Think of an extreme makeover for your local mall. Definitely a cool vision of shopping in the future. <br /><br /><a href="http://www.virgingalactic.com/en/">VirginGalactic.com</a>: Now, who wouldn’t want a trip to outer space? Well, now you can put it on your upcoming Christmas list right next to that Prada sweater. And I know all of you have an extra $200,000 to go. Yikes, that is a lot, but it’s awesome that Richard Branson is actually going through with putting “normal” people in space through this new company. I’m sure prices will come down (<em>or at least I hope they would</em>), but for now I’m sticking to a 737 with a bag of peanuts. (<em>Hmm…I wonder what it takes to get into the 200 mile high club?</em>)<br /><br /><a href="http://www.burj-al-arab.com/">Burj-Al-Arab.com</a>: Sexy, sleek, and over the top. This hotel is simply gorgeous and is just the start of a number of Extreme Hotels being built in Dubai. “Designed to resemble a billowing sail, the hotel soars to a height of 321 metres, dominating the Dubai coastline. At night, it offers an unforgettable sight, surrounded by choreographed colour sculptures of water and fire. This all-suite hotel reflects the finest that the world has to offer.” How cool is that? What’s even more amazing is that even crazier hotels are currently in construction. Actually makes one consider going over to the insane Middle East to check the scene out. Now, only if we could get more hotels like that here stateside.<br /><br />Now, for some updates. <br />1. Got passed up on a promotion at work, and am really bummed about it. But, I still have a job and it could lead to better opportunity down the road.<br />2. I hope to plan on posting a picture of Tim and me soon. Yes, he’s hot. (<em>For those of you who want to know.</em>)<br />3. The house is slowly coming along…and we hope to have a house warming party in July some time. I plan on painting the house over the next week. (<em>God help me</em>.)<br />4. I plan on posting some insightful topics in the near future. Been hard to blog with so much going on.<br /><br />That’s about it….more to come…<br clear="all" />Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09442675308783126565noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13349214.post-1149612030038715032006-06-06T09:37:00.000-07:002006-06-06T09:40:30.160-07:00Diamond in the rough....<div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/31931697@N00/161765774/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://static.flickr.com/64/161765774_9e335eaf96_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /></a> <br /> <span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/31931697@N00/161765774/">This little gem.</a> <br /> Originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/31931697@N00/">EdnPHX</a>. </span></div>Just a short post to let you all know its been friggin’ CRAZY the past couple weeks. Tim and I finally moved into our new home. Here are a couple things to keep you thinking until I can post next:<br /><br />1. Never move when it’s 110 degrees Fahrenheit outside.<br />2. Good plumbers are a godsend.<br />3. 3 Day Blinds installers like to smash windows..thank god they are insured.<br />4. Having tons of gay neighbors is fabulous…they all came over to say hi on our move in day....very Desperate Housewives.<br />5. The Summer Sale at IKEA helps out greatly.<br />6. I hate hex wrenches.<br />7. Your first time using Flood Irrigation for the yard is a scary, scary experience.<br />8. I am so glad and happy I own a home.<br /><br />More to come…stay tuned!!!!<br clear="all" />Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09442675308783126565noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13349214.post-1147885634896909202006-05-17T10:04:00.000-07:002006-05-17T10:15:50.426-07:00The Best Dressed<div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/31931697@N00/148247840/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://static.flickr.com/55/148247840_42a0ff1eb3_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /></a> <br /> <span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/31931697@N00/148247840/">Marge is sure to get laid in THIS outfit.</a> <br /> Originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/31931697@N00/">EdnPHX</a>. </span></div>I’m in San Francisco this week for work. I really enjoy SF. One thing that always impresses me is the fact that people here are really well-dressed. All the men and all the women dress fashionably and impeccably. It doesn’t matter if they are going to work or the gym, people here really know how to dress and do it well. Another thing that amazes me is that they are always prepared when the weather changes. If the temperature drops by 2 degrees, “poof” they have a hooded pull-over or Prada windbreaker. If rain starts to fall, “poof” they have a Dior umbrella or a Columbia Rain Parka. It’s simply amazing. Be it a backpack, “manbag”, side saddle, or those adorable Kate Spade purses, people in SF seem to pull a plethora of couture fashion magically out of their bag. Only New York gives this city a run for the money when it comes to good looking, fit and well dressed people. It’s like walking in a Banana Republic or Nordstrom’s catalog. God, I love this city.<br /><br />I’m also here in the Bay Area to interview for a potential promotion at work. I had a long discussion with the Boss from Hell and she finally came to the realization that I was the only one left standing after all of 8 resignations. <em>(Yes, I used it to my advantage and now am interviewing for a promotion…hey, a guy’s gotta do what a guy’s gotta do. Okaaay?)</em> Now, it’s just a “wait and see” situation here at work. The interviews went well, and I hope to find out soon. <br /><br />This morning though I had an absolutely crazy experience getting my cup of Starbucks. As I was waiting in line for my Non-Fat latte I noticed behind me there was a really beautiful guy waiting for his morning cup of Joe. This guy was stunning. 6’2, brown hair, ice blue eyes, exceptionally muscular build, form fitting white polo top with khakis, chiseled features…the guy was straight off the cover of Men’s Fitness. He was getting looks from EVERYBODY: women, men, even the floral arrangements were tilting his way. I could sense all eyes on him.<br /><br />As we were standing there, another equally hot guy was walking towards and entered the Starbucks to get his morning cup of ambition. He had to be 6 foot, brown hair, green eyes, perfect muscular build, dressed in a business suit (probably Hugo Boss), perfect smile, tan, and could be a runway model on his worst hair day. There was so much “good looking” in the room that people were getting nervous and fidgety…as if the caffeine from the coffee didn’t do that already. Then it hit: When I realized I was in SF and when my masculine fantasy ended. The two saw each other, and….<br /><br /><strong>Guy One:</strong> (eyes wide and surprised with a high pitched gasp) “Guuurl..what are YOU doing here!”<br /><br /><strong>Guy Two:</strong> “Oh hey princess! (exchange pecks on each cheek) Augh, it’s been a rough day…I broke up with Stephen and I need to find a job!”<br /><br /><strong>Guy One:</strong> “You finally ditched your sugar daddy. No more Paris Hilton for you. Aww…come here peaches!” (hugs)<br /><strong>Guy Two:</strong> “I know…but I totally went on a shopping spree with his AmEx Platinum card and got me some fierce clothes and this fabulous suit….don’t I look fierce!??”<br /><br /><strong>Guy One:</strong> “You look incredible. You GO GURL!”<br /><br />I barely dodged the pearls, sparkles, and shimmers that were flying through the air. The people around me were just as amazed as well. The two Asian girls in front of me whispered into each other’s ears and giggled. The Starbuck barista rolled his eyes and the floral arrangements started to wilt. (As did many other things). Never fails, they always look hot until a purse falls out of their mouth. Sigh. (Thank God I have Tim.)<br /><br />I fly back tonight, where I look forward to a quiet night at home with Tim. Who knows, maybe I’ll get upgraded to First Class. If not, I’ve always got next week. We’re both going to SF again for Memorial Day weekend. Tim is really looking forward to it. But I’ll have to remind him to pack accordingly. (Not that it will be difficult for Tim…he always looks good.)<br clear="all" />Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09442675308783126565noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13349214.post-1146787340731601352006-05-04T17:00:00.000-07:002006-05-04T17:05:06.076-07:00Oh, The Places You’ll Go….<div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/31931697@N00/140555407/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://static.flickr.com/44/140555407_60e7ea12f7_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /></a> <br /> <span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/31931697@N00/140555407/">On the Edge</a> <br /> Originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/31931697@N00/">EdnPHX</a>. </span></div>There’s nothing like a big hole in the middle of nowhere. Yep, that’s right a big ol’ hole in the middle of the barren desert. (<em>Well, it’s actually cooler than it sounds</em>) This past weekend Tim and I decided to tour some of the wonderful tourist sites here in the great state of Arizona. Believe it or not, there’s a heck of a lot to see out here in the desert Southwest. So here’s the four destinations we visited in 48 hours last weekend. (<em>Yes, we hauled ass all over the state</em>).<br /><br /><strong>Meteor Crater, Arizona</strong>: Four score and 50 thousand years ago, a big ball of metal fell from the sky and slammed into the earth at roughly 40,000 miles per hour. What was left was a big meteor crater and a subway sandwich shop. <em>(Well, ok….the Subway was added later down the road, but it’s quite amazing where you’ll find a Subway now-a-days, let alone a Starbucks.) </em>After watching the Discovery Channel one day, I was immediately interested in going to visit this strange place. So, we ventured up to see the huge crater and were honestly quite impressed. In the photographs it looks big, but until you see it for yourself, it’s hard to imagine the sheer force of the meteorite slamming into the ground. You may remember seeing the Meteor Crater in the movie “Starman” with Jeff Bridges. Well, fortunately there were no alien ships descending down on us that day, but that didn’t mean there weren’t any odd people there. Including Jolene who worked at the Subway shop at the visitor center, shlopping 6” Meteorite Subs for $2.99. <em>(Which actually were just the $2.99 6” meatball subs…..very clever.)</em> Tim and I laughed on the way out imagining Jolene saying to her friends <em>(in a hick Texan accent)</em> “I wurk at the Subwaay, at dem there Meteor Crayter” The place is interesting to see, though. I would pass on the Meteorite Sub, and go for a cool postcard at the gift shop instead.<br /><br /><strong>Petrified Forest National Park:</strong> OK, first thing’s first: There are <strong>NO</strong> trees in this forest. In fact, there’s barely any vegetation at all. But, there are plenty of petrified tree trucks strewn all over the place. The neat freak in me came out and made me think “Geez…someone really needs to pick up after themselves!” It’s another pretty barren place, but it did have some interesting things to see like the petrified tree trunks, prehistoric wall paintings, and the lunar-like mounds of dirt. It’s definitely a wild place. It was quite peaceful. That is, until a tour bus the size of a football field pulled up and dropped off 3,000 senior citizens all with cataracts and hearing aids with low batteries. “Wha? Huh? Harold! Can you see that! Wha? Huh? My walker won’t make it up there! Shirley did you take your pills? Ohh! What? Huh?!” This went on for a number of minutes before I looked at Tim and we headed back to the car and drove our way to Flagstaff. On the way there we stopped at the Painted Desert which was quite nice.<br /><br /><strong>Flagstaff, Arizona:</strong> We spent the night in Flagstaff which is a really cool town. Being that the town itself is at an elevation over 7,000 feet, it was much colder than the surrounding desert. Flagstaff is place where you feel like you should be walking around in ski boots carrying a snowboard. It’s so radically different from the rest of Arizona. You feel like you are in Colorado or Idaho in the mountains. There was still snow on top of the San Francisco Peaks which made for a nice backdrop. We had the best dinner I had ALL DAY at the Olive Garden. <em>(That was sarcastic)</em> We were hungry….starving actually…and it was there. That’s why we ate at America’s most sub-standard Italian restaurant.<br /><br /><strong>Grand Canyon, Arizona:</strong> If you never been to the Grand Canyon, you really need to go. It’s quite a sight to see. We got up early on Sunday and drove to the Grand Canyon from Flagstaff and made it record time <em>(less than an hour)</em> with absolutely no traffic. We literally pulled right up to the park entrance and paid the $20 entrance fee with no wait at all. We spent approximately 10 hours at the Canyon, hiking the trails, taking pictures, enjoying the views and trying to translate what people were saying. There was absolutely no one <em>(except us)</em> from the United States. Ok, maybe that’s an exaggeration, but you’d be hard pressed to find someone who spoke English and was from the US. The Grand Canyon really is an amazing place. The pictures you can take there are simply amazing…that is, unless The Great Wall of China is blocking your view. <em>(The Great Wall is not actually in Arizona, but a huge crowd of Asian tourists lining along the rim of the Grand Canyon blocking your view, is. Hence, what I like to call the “other” Great Wall of China.)</em> <br /><br />Overall, we had a great time and a lot of fun. It was a great stress reliever for me as I’m closing on the new house in a couple of weeks. By Memorial Day, I’ll be a proud homeowner….and all the fun <em>(and stress)</em> that goes along with it. Arizona is a beautiful state. I’m happy that I am finally getting to enjoy it.<br clear="all" />Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09442675308783126565noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13349214.post-1145809381951723712006-04-23T09:23:00.000-07:002006-04-23T09:27:56.860-07:00Push My Buttons.<div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/31931697@N00/133519072/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://static.flickr.com/56/133519072_df2f186100_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /></a> <br /> <span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/31931697@N00/133519072/">The seductive Easy Button.</a> <br /> Originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/31931697@N00/">EdnPHX</a>. </span></div>It’s been a crazy and rough past couple of weeks. Although most of the stuff has been good news it’s still quite a stressful time in my life. Lots of change and unexpected crap that just pops up. So, to my delight I found my solution to the trials of life by watching a Staples commercial. Yes, a Staples commercial. Their new ad campaign centers on a device called the Easy Button. <br /><br />Whether you’ve seen it or not, the idea is quite simple. The device is a big red plastic button with the word “Easy” on it. It can be placed almost anywhere, on a desk, on a table, on a car dashboard….it can be picked up, it can be put down. You could even glue it to your forehead if you really wanted to stand out. But what makes this device so magical is the powers that it commands. When things get tough, press the easy button.<br /><br />So I was excited to see that Staples has actually mass-produced the Easy Button for purchase at their stores. I, of course, bought one and brought it back to the office to see if it really worked. I put it right next to my phone, as that is where the bulk of my work stress comes from. As I looked at the big red button, I thought of all the use this darn thing would get:<br /><br />Complicated employee relations issues? <span style="font-style:italic;">Click.</span><br />Sexual Harassment suits? <span style="font-style:italic;">Click.</span><br />High Prices at the gas pump? <span style="font-style:italic;">Click.</span><br />Stress with the new house? Click.<br />Bad Women Drivers? <span style="font-style:italic;">Click.</span><br />The idiot at Starbucks who can’t make up their mind in front of me in line? <span style="font-style:italic;">Click.</span><br />The Iran nuclear Program? <span style="font-style:italic;"> Click.</span><br />Doing my taxes? <span style="font-style:italic;">Click.</span><br />Al Qeada? <span style="font-style:italic;">Click.</span><br />Painting the House? <span style="font-style:italic;">Click.</span><br />The 2008 Presidential election? <span style="font-style:italic;">Click. Click. Click.</span><br /><br />The possibilities are just endless. But as the work stress came rolling in, and I pressing the Easy Button, nothing really happened. To my dismay this big red button was nothing more that a Madison Avenue ploy to purchase a piece of plastic made in China for $4.99. Big bummer. My dreams of “Gosh, it’s so hard to get my favorite porn stars to come over. Click.” are now gone. (Really big bummer.) Now, the Easy Button sits next to the company logo stress ball and the penholder with pens I never use. The magic was gone, then enchantment faded, and the word “Easy” really meant “Dreaming”. <br /><br />So, then I though what mythical “other” buttons would be fun to have (and work of course.) So here’s a couple other “Buttons” that would be fun to have.<br /><br />SLEAZY. <span style="font-style:italic;">(For those really prude people)</span><br />MUTE. <span style="font-style:italic;">(For those people you just want to shut up.)</span><br />LIFE. <span style="font-style:italic;">(For people who need to get one.)</span><br />PRETTY. <span style="font-style:italic;">(When you want to “pretty up” things, places or even people)</span><br />AA. <span style="font-style:italic;">(For the drunk people at bars.)</span><br />CLOTHES OFF. <span style="font-style:italic;">(For those times when you just wish the other person would.)</span><br />CALGON <span style="font-style:italic;">(When you just wish Calgon would just take you awaaaaaaaaay.)</span><br />MONEY. <span style="font-style:italic;">(Got to have this one.)</span><br /><br />Again, the list can go on forever. But it’s nice to dream, isn’t it?<br clear="all" />Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09442675308783126565noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13349214.post-1145572527719030192006-04-20T15:35:00.000-07:002006-04-20T15:35:27.813-07:00Gosh, I'm Tired!<div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/31931697@N00/132079549/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://static.flickr.com/55/132079549_15d5828c26_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /></a> <br /> <span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/31931697@N00/132079549/">SOLD!</a> <br /> Originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/31931697@N00/">EdnPHX</a>. </span></div>Yup, that’s right it’s been a crazy last couple of weeks…and quite frankly I’m tired. The good news is that good things are happening. (Knock on wood.) I am buying a house. Yes, I am finally taking the leap into home ownership. Made an offer on a house last week and it’s going through. I’m happy I found a house within Central Phoenix in a good neighborhood. (Not to mention a relatively good price) Now, I’m just getting exited looking for things like a washer and dryer, shades, and what color I plan on painting the house. Tim is already lining up us buying a chocolate lab puppy when the house closes and we move in. Yes, we’re excited. Did I mention is has a pool too? <br /><br />On the job front, the evil boss situation is turning out to work in my favor. I had an offer from another division in my company. As it turns out, the powers that be slapped my evil boss hard on all of the retention problems in her department. Because of this she came back with a sweet offer for a rather large promotion to keep me. Needless to say, she made me an offer I could not refuse. We’re working through the details and the promotion will be in place by May 15th. I figure I could definitely use the promotion and I’ll only have limited interaction with her in the new position. A win-win situation none the less.<br /><br />So now it’s just trying to keep up with the house and work situation. This weekend should hopefully be a relaxing one. I’ll have more time to post then….and give you some insight on some insightful topics.<br clear="all" />Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09442675308783126565noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13349214.post-1144446949749383932006-04-07T14:55:00.000-07:002006-04-07T14:58:30.166-07:00Turning off the Cruise Control.<div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/31931697@N00/124864004/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://static.flickr.com/43/124864004_3a2ab0220f_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /></a> <br /> <span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/31931697@N00/124864004/">Tom Cruise, South Park style.</a> <br /> Originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/31931697@N00/">EdnPHX</a>. </span></div>I have to admit, the creators of South Park are absolute geniuses. If you haven’t seen the episode “Trapped In the Closet”, then you are missing some of the best humor on TV. What strikes me the most is the fact that I cannot stand Tom Cruise. I could care less about the guy. Unfortunately, when ever I turn on the TV, glance over at the Tabloids in the checkout isle, or read the Life section of the newspaper, his name and face are all over the place. And that’s when I ask myself: “Who the hell cares?”<br /><br />I think one of the reasons why I don’t like Tom Cruise is because he represents everything I hate about Hollywood and American entertainment culture. Why are people obsessed with this guy? I used to work in the entertainment industry in the mid 90s and we had a word for these groupies: <strong>Starfuckers</strong>. Augh, I just love that word. It so captures the nature of these people. So what’s the deal with Tom Cruise? Here’s a couple of my perceptions of why I believe he’s a total wacko.<br /><br />Tom Cruise is gay. I mean, really, come on….think about it. If you do a google search on “Tom Cruse Gay” you get over <strong>7,080,000 </strong>results. That’s a heck of a lot. It’s full of rumors, eye witness accounts and factual sightings of “less than hetero” activities. Although I, personally, cannot prove a thing, I believe this guy is one of the biggest closeted moes out there. And, if that’s true, he’s living one big lie. And THAT pisses me off. Of course, he’s “straight until proven gay”, but have you ever gotten in a conversation about how “straight” Tom Cruise is?<br /><br />Tom Cruise is a wack job. Tom’s behavior publicly has not been what one would say is “normal”, even for Hollywood standards. Maybe it’s the Christian Scientology, maybe it’s the suppressed homosexual inside, maybe it’s all of the flash bulbs triggering a type of behavioral seizure; either case jumping on couches isn’t normal. (<em>Yes, Tom, your overly excited about Katie…..stop trying to prove you are straight….it’s not working.</em>)<br /><br />Tom Cruise is a horrible actor. Let’s be honest…do you see Academy Award in is credentials? Not so much. He’s a typical type casted actor that has no real ability to act. He’s up there with Vin Diesel and Arnold Schwartzenagger. But, yet he’s still one of Hollywood highest paid stars, go figure. <br /><br />Tom Cruise is hurting people. Proof in point is his outspoken words against aint-depressants. Again, call it the brainwashing of the Christian Scientology cult, but anyone who would tell people not to take prescribed medications without knowing background, or medical history of people taking them, is just out to get publicity. I know many people who are on anti-depressants whose life has changed for the better because of them. Tom doesn’t know them, thank god. Maybe if he took them he’d be in a better place too. Belief or not, he’s got a social responsibility with star power and he’s abusing it for his own personal gain.<br /><br />Which brings me back to South Park. I have to give credit to South Park for calling the cards on Tom Cruise. Of course, everything is fictitious, a satire, even. But, the fact remains that Mr. Cruise is a total wack job. What amazes me, though, is that he still has legions of fans that would do anything, and I mean anything, to be near him, get his autograph, or shake his hand. Sorta reminds me of Michael Jackson. And <strong>THAT’s</strong> when it starts getting scary.<br clear="all" />Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09442675308783126565noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13349214.post-1144263397799738512006-04-05T11:56:00.000-07:002006-04-05T11:56:37.880-07:00Immigration & Starbucks<div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/31931697@N00/123847287/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://static.flickr.com/40/123847287_ee4b03a14a_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /></a> <br /> <span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/31931697@N00/123847287/">Come one, come all. Just play by the rules.</a> <br /> Originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/31931697@N00/">EdnPHX</a>. </span></div>God love coffee. It wakes me up, keeps me going, and makes me happy. All is good with a warm cup of coffee. Be it Starbucks or Dean & Deluca (which is way superior to the former) it always brings a smile to my face and makes me feel good inside. That is, unless your way to Starbucks is blocked by 50,000 immigration protesters. (record scratch).<br /><br />“What the, who the? Immigration reform? Are these people crazy? Do they even speak English? Get the hell out of my way…..my cup of happiness is awaiting!” Here in Phoenix, as well as many other major cities in the US, the political landscape is all abuzz on immigration reform. But unlike the media and political buzz, most of the 300 million Americans don’t have a clue about, or even care, what everyone is up in arms for. So, I asked myself about what I believe this stuff is all about, and what I believe most Americans would say about immigration reform. I asked a couple people in my office about it and got a myriad of answers. “I have no idea what its all about.” “Send those illegals back home!” “The system is so f’d up I don’t know what anything is about.” “Augh, another march? Are you kidding me?” .<br /><br />The sad truth is most Americans don’t really care about immigration reform. The usual “How does this affect me?” question kicks in. And since no one knows, they just don’t care. So I thought to myself, what is immigration reform to me? And I thought to myself here’s what I believe in regards to immigration:<br /><br />1. Immigration should be like abortion: legal and safe.<br />2. In order to vote, you need to be an American. (Born here, naturalized, or be a registered citizen). It’s a right of the American People, not the world.<br />3. In order to receive public services, you need to be a tax paying contributor to the US. We can’t even pay for our OWN poor people, so why are we paying for other country’s people? Emergency/Police Services (like ambulance service) should be exempt for this.<br />4. If you want to work here or live here, you’ve got to play by the rules. People need to register with the Federal and State government. The process should be easy, safe and should address national security issues.<br />5. I don’t believe it should be a felony to be here illegally. BUT, I do believe that if you are here illegally, you need to either register or be deported. If you refuse to play by the rules, then you should leave. Try Canada. (No offense to Canadians.)<br />6. Although Spanish is great to know, our main language here is English. Please, at least, try to learn it. And your protest signs should be in English too….makes a bigger impact if people can read it.<br />7. If you continually break the rules, you should go to jail or not be allowed back into the country.<br />8. Protest marches should not block my way to Starbucks.<br /><br />That’s about it. Pretty simple. Of course there are plenty of other issues that I don’t know about. Why? Because that question kicks in again “How does it affect me?”. And because of that question most Americans don’t care. It’s my country, and if you want to move here, then go through the motions. If not, why not work on making your own country better? Yea, it’s pretty sad. So immigration reform? Sure, I’m all for it. As long as people wishing to immigrate here play by the rules and don’t’ block my way to a cup of coffee. Then I’ll just get mad.<br clear="all" />Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09442675308783126565noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13349214.post-1144025537142867292006-04-02T17:52:00.000-07:002006-04-02T17:56:55.506-07:00Hybrid Hysteria<div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/31931697@N00/122244852/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://static.flickr.com/1/122244852_108153736f_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /></a> <br /> <span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/31931697@N00/122244852/">Not Quite Yet.</a> <br /> Originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/31931697@N00/">EdnPHX</a>. </span></div>It’s amazing how hyped up hybrid cars are now a days. Just think, a very few short years ago, no one would know what you were talking about. Now it seems the word “hybrid” is mentioned in every car commercial, political conversation and Hollywood interview. Yes, America is obsessed with hybrid automobiles and the perception that they alone are saving the country, and the world, from the evil dependence to foreign oil. Oh yes, and saving the environment too….can’t forget that.<br /><br />I personally know 3 people who own hybrids. I’ll agree that their Toyota Priuses are quite nice…neat even. Push the button, flip a lever and off you go…sipping gas and expelling “look at me, I’m saving the world from evil” right out of their chrome plated tail pipes. All of them bought hybrids for the right reasons and economically it made sense for them. And yes, they look fabulously eco-chic. They love their piece of the automotive future. The only thing missing is the “pleeeeeeep” that the infamous Jetson’s family car made.<br /><br />But what I find amazing is that although hybrids ARE better than their gasoline counterparts, they are only MARGINALLY better. So I decided to be a good little blogger and actually look at the numbers behind some of the most popular hybrids. When looking at the EPA MPG’s, I decided to really only consider the low numbers in their calculations. Let’s be honest, the high mileage per gallon numbers are in the absolute right conditions and are an estimate. You can’t really guarantee perfect conditions on the road, especially here in Phoenix with construction, traffic and accidents. BUT, you should be able to hold true the bottom number. So, without further adieu:<br /><br />Escape Hybrid SUV: 36 city/31 highway<br />Toyota Prius: 60 city/51 highway<br />Toyota Hylander Hybrid: 33 city/30 highway<br />Lexus RX400h: 31 city/27 highway<br />Lexus GSh (2007): 30 city/26 highway<br />Honda Accord Hybrid: 25 city/34 highway<br />Honda Civic Hybrid: 49 city/51 highway<br />Honda Insight: 60 city/66 highway (The best of the bunch)<br /><br />Ok, yes at first glance they look like pretty good numbers right? Well, consider that these cars are NOT hybrid, but rather all gasoline, normal cars:<br /><br />VW Golf Diesel: 37 city/44 highway<br />VW Beetle Diesel: 37 city/44 highway<br />Toyota Matrix/Pontiac Vibe: 30 city/36 highway<br />Honda Civic: 30 city/40 highway<br />Hyundai Accent 32 city/35 highway<br />Acura TL 20 city/29 highway (I clocked my car getting 31mpg at times)<br />Toyota Rav4: 24 city/30 highway<br /><br/>So when you really look at it…although the numbers ARE better for hybrids, you have to admit, it’s not a HUGE difference. Which brings me to one of the points of this post: Why is it that we can go to the moon, put 10,000 songs in our pocket, and even make hundreds of thousands of Twinkies an hour, but yet we cannot make a car that gets 100mpg? People are raving about not having to fill up their hybrid after 400 miles. Shouldn’t <span style="font-style:italic;">normal</span> cars do that? I find that odd. One thing to clarify: I think hybrids are a great idea…and quite frankly I would get one. But, governments and auto manufacturers need to really do what they need to do: Make cars go farther on gas, or really stand behind alternative fuels, like hydrogen. <span style="font-style:italic;">(By the way did you know that 2/3rds of all matter in the known universe is hydrogen? Hmmm….don’t really see a hydrogen shortage anytime soon, do you?)</span><br /><br />Anyway, as much as we all love those nifty hybrids, here’s another thing to consider: “Do you know any people who drive hybrids who make UNDER $30k?” Nope…not me. You’d figure that hybrids would be the perfect solution for middle America, let alone the booming population of China. Because hybrids are targeted for the upper economic social ranks, the cost of a hybrid is, at most times, out of reach for most people. Can you justify the $3000-$6000 price premium on top of the regular car price? Nope, I wouldn’t really want to do that either. Because of this, hybrids will NOT drop in price anytime soon. Boy, Lindsay Loham, Brad Pitt and Salma Hayak sure look fabulous in those shiny hybrids. <span style="font-style:italic;">(Too bad they also all drive big SUVs too….sorta cancels out the point, doesn’t it?) </span> Is saving the planet and reducing our dependence on foreign oil only for the chosen few?<br /><br />So, next time your zipping along on the freeway and you pass that hybrid, think to yourself: Who are we kidding? Yes, it’s a step…a baby step. But, until perceptions change, governments change, and auto manufacturers change, hybrids are no more than regular cars, with marginally better mileage and a huge “cool” factor to them. Yes, it looks like the future is on the horizon….but the wait is going to be a little longer than expected.<br clear="all" />Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09442675308783126565noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13349214.post-1143524888394520252006-03-27T21:48:00.000-08:002006-03-27T21:57:57.486-08:00Choice Stops on The Information Superhighway.<div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/31931697@N00/119176167/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://static.flickr.com/38/119176167_d2e72c9e9b_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /></a> <br /> <span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/31931697@N00/119176167/">Oh, the things you'll find on the web...</a> <br /> Originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/31931697@N00/">EdnPHX</a>. </span></div>God love days off. Sometimes, you just got to take a day off from work. Call it vacation, PTO, personal day, or even a “mental day”…sometimes you just got to let go and let the monkeys fend for themselves. Plus with all of the drama going on at work it felt good to just sleep in and let the place burn down in a fiery inferno. <br /><br />So, aside from running all of the errands today, which included cleaning, tanning, haircut, dry cleaning, grocery shopping, car wash and the gym, I surfed the net and came across some absolutely interesting websites along with some newly downloaded music. But this post I’ll discuss some of the finer “pull-offs” of the world wide web.<br /><br />Our first stop is at a wonderful website called <a href="http://www.fuh2.com">FUH2.COM</a>. I absolutely hate and despise Hummers. They are nothing more than supporting the nation’s addiction to oil. Who, honestly, needs a big hulking tank of a car? Here in Phoenix, they are synonymous with little blonde rich Scottsdale 34DD plastic surgery soccer moms that have nothing better to do that shop. Augh. What a waste. But I did find this site humorous as it’s very fun to read, and brings one to “awe” with America’s obsession with excessive SUV’s. I’m mean, really, Hummer’s are so freakin’ stupid.<br /><br />Next stop on the wonderful web is <a href="http://www.t-shirtsthatsuck.com">t-shirtsthatsuck.com</a>. Now, I am not into those cutsie t-shirts that everyone buys at Abercrombie and Fitch or Hollister. In fact the guys that wear those t-shirts usually fit that certain stereotype of “got to be seen”….you know, the way too tight, disco ball, tweaker type. But, I have to admit these t-shirts are just down right hysterical. My favorites are “Sup-Fool”, “Fat kids are harder to kidnap.”, and “Where my Bitches At?”. Now you all know where to get my birthday gifts. (July 5th).<br /><br />No gay web site browsing experience is complete without visiting <a href="http://www.danoramaproductions.com">danoramaproductions.com</a>. Quite simply, the gayest place on the web. And you ALL know it’s fab. Ok, ok….it’s WAY gay, but way fun to click through. Check out all the Cher stuff. By the time your done…you’ll be using all those “ous” adjectives. Such as: illustrious, glamorous, fabulous, and sparkle double Dutch delicious. Yea, it’s that gay.<br /><br />Finally, speaking of birthday gift ideas, why not give the gift that keeps on giving? Yes, I’m talking about a kitschy bookends, candy dish or candleholder. If these are things that you just can’t live with out, then go to this gem of a website and order a <a href="http://www.itsablackthang.com/Diva-Dahlin-Collection.htm">Diva Dahlin</a>. No home décor is complete without one. Fo’real!<br /><br />It’s quite amazing how google can change your browsing experience. I actually found a website on how to turn your laptop into a weight scale. Scary but true…people actually believe this shit. I thought the picture was quite humorous. I could see my great aunt actually doing this. Tell her it’s a scale, and she’d stand on it. Ouch.<br clear="all" />Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09442675308783126565noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13349214.post-1143060256227000612006-03-22T12:44:00.000-08:002006-03-22T12:45:29.063-08:00Love & Closure<div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/31931697@N00/116474236/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://static.flickr.com/48/116474236_200d0113b6_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /></a> <br /> <span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/31931697@N00/116474236/"></a> <br /> Originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/31931697@N00/">EdnPHX</a>. </span></div>I had to say goodbye today. It was the hardest goodbye I have ever had to do, but it was necessary. Necessary for me and necessary for him. It was of those moments in your life were time stands still, moves in slow motion, and moves too quickly all in the same experience. I had to say goodbye to move on, to move forward, to complete the healing process. With a hug and a smile, I said goodbye. As emotionally painful as it was, it felt right. This song sums it all up:<br /><br /><strong>Always On Your Side - Sheryl Crow</strong><br /><br /><em>My yesterdays are all boxed up and neatly put away<br />But every now and then you come to mind<br />Cause you were always waiting to be picked to play the game<br />But when your name was called, you found a place to hide<br />When you knew that I was always on your side<br /><br />Well everything was easy then, so sweet and innocent<br />But your demons and your angels reappeared<br />Leavin' all the traces of the man you thought you'd be<br />Leavin' me with no place left to go from here<br />Leavin' me so many questions all these years<br /><br />But is there someplace far away, someplace where all is clear<br />Easy to start over with the ones you hold so dear<br />Or are you left to wonder, all alone, eternally<br />This isn't how it's really meant to be<br />No it isn't how it's really meant to be<br /><br />Well they say that love is in the air, but never is it clear, <br />How to pull it close and make it stay<br />Butterflies are free to fly, and so they fly away<br />And I'm left to carry on and wonder why<br />Even through it all, I'm always on your side<br /><br />But is there someplace far away, someplace where all is clear<br />Easy to start over with the ones you hold so dear<br />Or are we left to wonder, all alone, eternally<br />But is this how it's really meant to be<br />No is it how it's really meant to be<br /><br />Well if they say that love is in the air, never is it clear<br />How to pull it close and make it stay<br />If butterflies are free to fly, why do they fly away<br />Leavin' me to carry on and wonder why<br />Was it you that kept me wondering through this life<br />When you know that I was always on your side</em><br /><br />Now, it’s time to explore the new love in front of me and learn to love again. Sometimes with pain comes progress. And sometimes it takes love to find love. Now the anticipation of a new “great love” is happening. As this goodbye, as painful as it may be, will let both of us move forward.<br clear="all" />Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09442675308783126565noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13349214.post-1142877574772729732006-03-20T09:59:00.000-08:002006-03-20T10:02:24.690-08:00My New Boss is EVIL.<div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/31931697@N00/115375461/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://static.flickr.com/39/115375461_a7014b89ca_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /></a> <br /> <span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/31931697@N00/115375461/">My new boss absolutely sucks.</a> <br /> Originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/31931697@N00/">EdnPHX</a>. </span></div>It’s often said that people leave jobs not because of money, but rather because their boss is a total jerk. Well, I’m finding that out right now. You see, while I was in San Francisco last week, my boss resigned. I was devastated because, actually, I love my boss; she is supportive, dedicated to my development, and just an all around cool lady to work for. She always said “thank you” for doing a great job and made me feel totally valued. For Christmas, she even sent me a huge Napa Valley gift basket filled with totally cool stuff. I enjoyed my boss. She was awesome. So much in fact, that I would work at 110% my capacity level, because she motivated me to do even better than I already was doing.<br /><br />But, now she’s gone. And, she confided in me that the reason for her leaving was because her boss was a total evil bitch. And I now have to report to this evil bitch. I knew my boss was having trouble with her boss, who just started with the company not even a year ago. The rumor on the street was that her boss, who we will call “Angry Black Woman”, came to the company after leaving her previous company after a huge management shakeup/downsizing. We now know that she is now suing her previous company for racial discrimination for a very large sum of money. Yes, that’s right, she plays the race card. Now, if it’s legit, I’m in total support of it. But if you met this lady, you’d know she’s up to no good. To give you an idea of how evil this lady is here’s a couple observations:<br /><br />• Her door is always closed. (<em>Not very Human Resources of her, is it?</em>)<br />• You are NOT to talk with her unless it is important. (<em>Important on HER standards</em>)<br />• If you do not report to her directly, there is no need for her to know you. In other words, if she doesn’t HAVE to deal with you, she won’t.<br />• It’s her way or the highway. No input from you is needed.<br />• A one-on-one development session should not be longer than 3 minutes. (<em>NOT and exaggeration</em>)<br />• You are to complete a “status report” to let her know what is going on. DO NOT call her. SHE WILL CALL YOU if she needs you. This needs to be completed on a weekly basis, and is to cover everything you do and how this affects her.<br />• You will be immediately fired if you comment that she looks like an angry black drag queen.<br />• If you send her an email, you will not get a response in a reasonable time frame. Unless, you beg for an answer, at which could potentially get you fired for BUGGING her.<br />• She has a perception by the HR community at the company that she cannot be fired because she is a minority, and she’ll sue your ass if you should do such a thing, even with cause.<br /><br />Sigh. And to make things worse, all, and I mean ALL, of my co-workers in my group resigned in fear that they would have to work for the Angry Black Woman. I stand alone. Yes, I’m absolutely and totally screwed. 6 resignations in 2 weeks. So, now I am loaded down and stressed beyond belief. (<em>FYI, for those of you that may, by chance, think I have a problem with black women, it’s in your best interest to know that all of the resignations were minorities. Yes, she is THAT evil</em>.) What to do?<br /><br />Well, being a person who believes “The only way to escape a problem is to solve it.”, I have applied for 2 internal positions which I have 3 interviews set up this week. I also have an interview with an external company tomorrow night. So I got some things in the hopper, it’s just a matter of time before it happens. I even had some people I work with here offer to help me get out any way they could assist me. Made me feel really good. The one thing to remember though, is that I hold one hell of a big chip in my hand. If I leave, the Angry Black Woman is totally fucked. She doesn’t have clue about what I do, and she would be up shit creek if I leave. I could work this to my advantage, (<em>i.e. a huge retention bonus</em>), but in the end my life would still be miserable working for her. So now, it’s up to me to make things happen.<br /><br />It would be a great feeling to just get up and leave and get an even better job than I have now. I can sit here for the time being, but I know eventually I am going to have to move into a different position or company altogether. Crazy huh? Well, it’s going to be a bumpy ride, but I have a feeling things will turn out fine. Maybe if I am lucky she’ll get hit by a bus. <em>(Just kidding………….or am I?)</em> <br clear="all" />Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09442675308783126565noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13349214.post-1142732665371638822006-03-18T17:44:00.000-08:002006-03-18T17:48:21.253-08:00Lost Signs<div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/31931697@N00/114397394/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://static.flickr.com/43/114397394_09899404ea_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /></a> <br /> <span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/31931697@N00/114397394/">Broasted Chicken....and BEER.</a> <br /> Originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/31931697@N00/">EdnPHX</a>. </span></div>Mmmm…. Broasted chicken. Actually, I don’t think I’ve had broasted chicken. I assume it’s between broiled and roasted. Either case, this sign caught my eye on a trip that Tim and I took today. We explored the Superstition Mountains, Canyon Lake, and the hokey little Goldmine (<span style="font-style:italic;">tourist trap</span>) Town on the way. There were beautiful views of the mountains on our trip, as well as the plethora of tourists at Tortilla Flat and that hokey tourist trap town. <br /><br />Tim likes to take pictures…lots of pictures. In fact, if I didn’t know any better I would guess his mother’s maiden name is Kodak, Canon, or even Fuji. The guy LOVES to take pictures. We’ll be driving along and he’ll be snapping away pictures at 75mph through the tinted windows of my TL. I’m always amazed at the fact that the pictures do actually come out. Finally I told Tim that <span style="font-style:italic;">“Maybe the pictures would come out better if you took them not through the window and with the car going near 80mph.”</span> Tim looked at me and agreed. So now the window is rolled down and I’m asked to stop when ever there’s something worth taking pictures of. Needless to say my brakes are getting a workout. I don’t mind though. He’s totally enjoying it and he’s pointing out things that I never even noticed here in Arizona. The only problem is my camera is a total piece of shit. <br /><br />My camera, a Sony Cybershot, is a good camera, actually. It’s taken some very good pictures in it’s time (<span style="font-style:italic;">And I mean VERY good pictures…wink wink</span>). Unfortunately, it likes to eat batteries like an alcoholic drinks liquor. I could of bought a new camera with all the money I spent buying it batteries. I think it’s got to do something with when I dropped the darn thing. Now it’s pissed off at me and does nothing but eat batteries. Needless to say, a new digital camera is on the list of things to buy….in the near future.<br /><br />The only thing that I absolutely HAD to take a picture of was this sign. I have this thing for old signage. There’s nothing like an authentic sign to remind us of yesteryear. And the fact that I never saw the word “Broasted”. Maybe it’s the Midwest in me, but chicken was never broasted. I though to myself, this HAS to be a made up word. But to my surprise it IS actually a word…and in the dictionary, even. <br /><br />Unfortunately, the place was shut down….and for a number of years it looked like. So, I was not able to try their infamous Broasted Chicken. Damn. Maybe it was lack of business, the bird flu, or even, the elusive Lost Dutchman. Who knows. But, you have to admit…they had an awesome sign.<br clear="all" />Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09442675308783126565noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13349214.post-1142098904293630912006-03-11T09:41:00.000-08:002006-03-11T09:47:58.753-08:00This ad is HOT, and well..very GAY.<div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/31931697@N00/110926135/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://static.flickr.com/56/110926135_5e0ac92401_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /></a> <br /> <span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/31931697@N00/110926135/">This happens to me ALL the time.</a> <br /> Originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/31931697@N00/">EdnPHX</a>. </span></div>While in San Francisco, my friend Paul (<span style="font-style:italic;">the Ambassador of San Francisco</span>) and I ran downstairs from our office and grabbed a Starbucks to shake off the morning blahs. As many of you know, I travel to SF a lot for work. After we grabbed our morning cup of ambition, we stopped by a newsstand where Paul said “You’ve got to see this new D&G ad in the current issue of GQ.” I was sort of confused as to what he said, probably because I didn’t have the caffeine pumping through my veins from the cup of joe I had in my hands. Paul discreetly pulled out a copy of GQ from the row of magazines and quickly turned to the 5-page D&G ad. My mouth just about dropped to the floor. Was I looking at the newest issue of Playgirl or XY? As we paged through the ad, I couldn’t believe this was in GQ. (<span style="font-style:italic;">You know, because GQ is a “straight” magazine and all. No one would EVER guess that there are ANY homoerotic undertones to that magazine, ESPECIALLY since only total STRAIGHT guys read GQ and they do NOT cater to ANY gay clientele AT ALL. Yea, whatever.</span>) Anyway, the Ambassador pulled out the $5.99 and bought the magazine, where I instead opted for the current issue of Vanity Fair, as it had my “Number 2” (<span style="font-style:italic;">out of the top 10 guys I’d sleep with in the world…a fantasy, of course</span>) guy Tom Ford on the cover. You got to love Tom Ford…they guy is sexy beyond belief. (<span style="font-style:italic;">But, I digress….</span>) <br /><br />So today I was bored surfing the net this morning and decided to see if I could pull up pics of those ads. I came across the D&G website and found that they had an actual screensaver with all of the ads. (<a href="http://www.dolcegabbana.it">For those of you who’d like to see, just click here and search for it on the site.</a>) Again, I was quite amazed at the boldness of the ad campaign. I think they took the idea from Abercrombie and Fitch, but made it a little more mature (<span style="font-style:italic;">they boys have grown up a bit….post college maybe late 20’s 30’s kinda thing</span>) and a little more direct. Now honestly, when was the last time you stood there with a “friend” over a naked guy looking down at him in a room full of other hot guys? (<span style="font-style:italic;">Don’t answer that question some of you…</span>) Not very realistic. But definitely a fantasy. (<span style="font-style:italic;">Those men are going to tear that guy into two…..or at least that’s what the pic says.</span>) A picture IS worth a thousand words, you know.<br /><br />Anyway, I started to laugh after looking more in depth at the pictures. I thought to myself, “Gee…these pics are SO unrealistic….there are like NO Asian guys in these pics!” I have this blatant stereotype burned in my head of slightly overweight Asian “bois” wearing overly tight “extra small” black D&G wear frolicking around a crowded bar with a cranberry vodka in hand. Honestly, when was the last time you saw a hot Italian guy wearing D&G? Maybe in Italy, but not in the US (<span style="font-style:italic;">Aside from the occasional sighting in NYC.</span>) <br /><br />But, at the end of the day, these ads are quite good. They definitely provoke emotion and stare (<span style="font-style:italic;">whether good or bad</span>). And, the ads definitely have gotten some press. Would it make me buy D&G? Not really. (<span style="font-style:italic;">Do I look Asian to you?</span>) Now, if we were talking Armani, well, that’s another blog entry.<br clear="all" />Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09442675308783126565noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13349214.post-1141799108864213292006-03-07T22:25:00.000-08:002006-03-07T22:31:01.786-08:00Seminars and Spas<div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/31931697@N00/109548688/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://static.flickr.com/48/109548688_45d5dc0e3b_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /></a> <br /> <span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/31931697@N00/109548688/">Lowes Santa Monica Beach Hotel</a> <br /> Originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/31931697@N00/">EdnPHX</a>. </span></div>I’m currently in Los Angeles, Santa Monica specifically, for a professional development seminar. I was really excited to go, as I haven’t actually been to a “training” seminar for myself in a long time. I seem to be always teaching the seminars as opposed to actually going to them. The premise of the seminar was to develop my “Influencing and Leadership” skills professionally and personally. It looked like a really fun and interesting seminar. Additionally, it was a “privilege” to take as you had to be nominated by your manager and have thirteen thousand levels of approvals to go. I was, of course, one of the lucky ones to be nominated and got all the necessary nods from the powers that be. The course was to be held at the fabulous Lowes Santa Monica Beach Hotel right on the ocean next to the Santa Monica Pier. (<em>An exceptionally wonderful location</em>). I think I was more excited at the location of the seminar than the actual seminar itself. I should have listened to my gut, as that’s exactly how it turned out.<br /><br />You see, the bad part about working in Human Resources is the fact that you have exposure to almost all of the training that an organization has. And although that may sound great and all, it really can work against you when you need to sharpen your own skills. To this point, this seminar is nothing but rehash of stuff I currently teach. Yes, I was being taught stuff that I already knew and nothing was enlightening or “new” for me. In fact, I caught myself lip synching with the instructor a couple of times. <em>(I’m sure she thought I was mocking her or playing some silly game with her. Not to mention she improperly went out of order teaching the training sequence…but who am I to judge?) </em>So, as you can guess I am pretty disappointed in the overall course as it was nothing I did not already know. My skills in “Influencing and Leadership” were not sharpened. But, what I did enjoy was this fabulous hotel.<br /><br />Yes, the hotel. I have to admit, this hotel is almost on par with the W Hotel. When I arrived I decided to take full advantage of the Spa. They have a great spa here called the Ocean Spa & Fitness Center. Very nice facility. I immediately booked myself a 50 minute deep tissue massage and a 50 minute men’s facial. As I booked I did my normal request of “Can I have a male massotherapist?” Now, normally, this request can be met very easily, but when you book literally 10 minutes before the service, it’s not always going to happen. Unfortunately, they did not have a male working at the moment. <em>(A huge difference between this hotel and the W Hotel…as the W Hotel KNOWS their client base…wink wink.). </em>So I had a wonderful massage with a small Mexican lady with the massage force of a steam roller. I had no idea a little woman could have so much force. She worked me over like a big piece of meat….and it felt pretty good. Especially when she hit the glutes.<br /><br />Now, when you get a massage, one never knows if the massage guy (<em>or girl</em>) will hit the big old butt with a good deep tissue massage. If you haven’t had it done before, I highly suggest it. Now, it’s not sexual or anything, but it honestly makes for a really relaxing massage. This Mexican lady shoved her elbow on my butt <em>(as opposed to “in”, you perverts)</em> like nobody’s business. I never knew I had that many knots in my glutes. YIKES! Needless to say my ass felt awesome. (<em>Insert witty pun here</em>.)<br /><br />As for my facial, who knew one could devote 50 minutes worth of time steaming, buffing, massaging, scrubbing, extracting (<em>ouch</em>), mudding, buffing, rubbing, applying, mudding and steaming again your face? I’m usually used to the wash and apply SPF 15 kinda thing. I have to admit though it was a great facial. I felt so LA. All I needed was a pair of J Lo sunglasses, frosted hair and a polo shirt with the collar turned “up” driving away from the spa in my convertible Chrysler Sebring, blaring a Cher or Madonna song. You can’t get more “gay LA” than that. I’ll settle for just the facial, thank you very much.<br /><br />When I was done I went to the men’s spa locker room to take a shower and head back to my room. It’s always interesting in a spa locker room. It’s quite different from a gym locker room. In a gym locker room, you get the usual crowd of gay and straight kinda guys. Usually, you can tell if someone is gay (<em>by the long stares, heavy lisps, or rainbow flag towel as they frolic to the shower….or combination of all three</em>) or straight (<em>b line to the locker , b line to the door…maybe a shower if they HAVE to</em>). Well a spa locker room is quite different. EVERYONE stares and your chances of bumping into a gay or at least “bi” guy are 1000000 times better than at a gym. There must be something about getting your body rubbed up and down that makes men’s inhibitions drop to the floor like their towel in a the steam room. <em> (Which is always an experience.)</em> This spa was no exception. Lots of men with wandering eyes and “up to no good” smirks. Also, it’s the only place (<em>spa locker rooms</em>) where the steam room is packed beyond belief. Of course, I could be totally wrong and the spa could be crowded with men in touch with their feminine sides. (<em>Long pause</em>) Metrosexual my ass!<br /><br />I head back to PHX tomorrow. I’m looking forward to getting back to sanity. LA is a peculiar place. I honestly can’t stand the place. Maybe it’s my history living in New York, or the fact that people here are just weird. Sure, there’s some “beautiful” people here….but I never met such dumb people before. Don’t get me wrong, I’m sure there are some wonderfully smart people here, but I never truly connected with this place. It’s amazing how different San Diego (<em>my favorite city</em>) and San Francisco (<em>another favorite</em>) are from this place. LA is just not for me….the plane can’t take off soon enough.<br clear="all" />Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09442675308783126565noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13349214.post-1141407747271592972006-03-03T09:42:00.000-08:002006-03-03T09:52:47.900-08:00When in Rome or PV....<div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/31931697@N00/107261081/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://static.flickr.com/42/107261081_d4e1fb09c4_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /></a> <br /> <span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/31931697@N00/107261081/">The liberating square-cut.</a> <br /> Originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/31931697@N00/">EdnPHX</a>. </span></div>So there you have it, the elusive square-cuts. Yes, the article of clothing that is both sensually enjoyed by many and absolutely feared by others. I have to admit, I think square-cuts look way hot on guys; guys that should actually be wearing them. As for the rest, well…that’s why they made board shorts. Either case, my recent trip to Puerto Vallarta was a truly enjoyable trip, and a “coming out” of sorts. Coming right out of those board shorts and into a pair of <em>(gasp)</em> square-cuts.<br /><br />The flight down was really great considering I got upgraded to first class. <em>(Got to love America West/US Air Elite program….at least when you get upgraded….of course, when you don’t get upgraded…it’s the absolute worst.) </em>My travel buddies were Chris (<em>The President</em>), <a href="http://captianamerica.blogspot.com/">Will</a> (<em>The Captain</em>), Velasco (<em>No nick name yet</em>), and Paul (<em>Ambassador of San Francisco</em>). All of us flew down from PHX aside from the Ambassador, who of course flew from SFO. We arrived to wonderful hot and humid weather….perfect beach weather. We stood in line for about 30 minutes waiting to get through Mexican Customs. While in line, I chatted up a couple of older lesbian ladies, who swear by Puerto Vallarta. “You’re going to have such a fabulous time, you boys are!!” The conversation was a sign of gay things to come. We were soon quickly ushered into a van and taken to our hotel, <a href="http://www.hotel-mercurio.com/">Hotel Mercurio</a>.<br /><br />Puerto Vallarta is actually quite a nice place. I was expecting it to be more touristy, something like Cancun. But, actually, I was impressed by it’s old town charm, good beaches, and the fact that PV is the <strong>GAYEST PLACE IN MEXICO</strong>. I like to call it “Castro by The Beach”. There were gay boys everywhere. You couldn’t swing a dead cat without hitting some guy in square cuts or a sarong. <em>(For those of you who don’t know..a sarong is the gayest legitimate article of clothing you can posses. It says “Look at me and how comfortable I am with myself…and no, silly it’s not a skirt!”)</em>. The Hotel was adequate for sleeping, stashing your stuff and the occasional continental breakfast. <em>(and of course sex…for those that were able to do that.)</em> It wasn’t the W Hotel by any sorts, but it was close to the beach and the bars. <br /><br />The beach was wonderful. We anchored ourselves everyday by the Blue Chairs Beach Resort, which is where all the men hang out at. It was crowded, but not so much where it was ridiculous. We got 5 chairs on the beach very easily every day. The crowd of guys were awesome…tons of guys from Canada, Chicago, and other Midwest cities. All of them cruising through their mirrored sunglasses and periodically whispering comments back and forth between each other. <em>(Except for the drunk ones….they were quite obvious and couldn’t care less.)</em> Actually President’s Day weekend is <strong>THE</strong> weekend to go….it’s got a great mix of guys and isn’t too overcrowded. We drank Mango, Strawberry, and regular Margaritas on the beach and soaked up more cancerous rays of the sun than we could possibly want. I turned slightly red my first day, but it turned to a great tan thereafter. Everywhere you looked there were guys in speedos and square-cuts. I, of course, came unprepared and wore my board shorts the first day. So, I had to do something unthinkable.<br /><br />The 2nd day, we ran out shopping in the early morning, where my goal was to find a pair of stylish square-cuts. Now, this is a big step for me. It’s not like I’m fat or anything, but I’m not at 3% body fat either. But after one day at the beach I realized that about half the guys were muscle bound hotties and the other half were polar opposite. So, I had a 50/50 chance of being grouped into one of those groups. But then I thought to myself, “Ah, who the fuck cares….when in Rome…” So I bought my first pair of square cuts and felt liberated. All five of us looked quite good at the beach, all sporting stylish square-cuts. And, I got a number of looks as well….good looks, that is. Made me feel good.<br /><br />The rest of the trip was great. The food, bars, and travel companions were top notch. The Captain was the trip photographer, and I hope to get the official pictures very soon. If you’re debating a trip to PV, I would highly recommend it. Just don’t forget those square-cuts!<br clear="all" />Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09442675308783126565noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13349214.post-1141065931487733612006-02-27T10:45:00.000-08:002006-02-27T10:49:06.160-08:00Karma<div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/31931697@N00/105368606/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://static.flickr.com/35/105368606_da2c08743c_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /></a> <br /> <span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/31931697@N00/105368606/">Good news awaits inside....FINALLY!</a> <br /> Originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/31931697@N00/">EdnPHX</a>. </span></div>You have to love Karma. It gets the bad people with the bad and the good people with the good. What comes around goes around. Although I do not appreciate Karma all the time <em>(I am a good guy , dammit!) </em>it seems to take care of me when I least expect it. Now, I just need to convince Karma that I need to win the Powerball and all will be good. So, Karma got me back <em>(in a good way)</em> this past weekend. <br /><br />So, as you all know, I recently settled the Bank One/JP Morgan Chase lawsuit that was dragging on my for over a year. The stress, frustration, and just stupidity of the lawsuit were just crazy. And, as you may all know, I recently settled the lawsuit by paying half of the amount to those money grubbing idiots. Roughly $1900 and some change. It took every ounce of strength in my body to pay that amount to the evil money mongers that they are. But, I figured it was best because it put an end to the stress and I didn’t want to battle this out for months, if not years, on end. I figured I won some, they won some, but in essence, no one won the complete battle. That is, until I go the mail on Saturday…..<br /><br />It was like any other normal Saturday morning: the sun was out and the day was just perfect. <em>(Except for the fact that I lost my voice and had a sever amount of antibiotics in me fighting a bacterial infection….got to love Zithromax)</em> So I took my drugged up self and went to my mailbox. To my surprise there was an envelope from JP Morgan Chase. “What the fuck now?”, I said to myself. My anger boiled in me to the point I could feel my heart starting to pound. I aggressively opened the perforated envelope and got the biggest surprise. <br /><br />“Dear Edward:<br />According to our records you have an outstanding balance of $2199.63 in your Bank One Cash Balance Plan. Please advise us on how you would like to continue for us to either accrue this balance, or have the amount distributed to you. You can contact us at 1-800-XXX-XXXX.”<br /><br /><strong>WHAT!!?? </strong>(<em>Yes, you read correctly</em>). I had not a clue that I had a vested cash balance plan. So essentially, they are paying me the amount <em>(minus taxes). </em>How freakin’ cool is THAT!!!??? I guess this means <strong>“I WON!!!!” </strong>Those idiots are so big and ignorant that they have not a clue about how everything relates. <br /><br />You’ve got to love Karma.<br /><br />Next post coming soon: Puerto Vallarta: The good, the bad, and the <em>(gasp)</em> square-cuts!<br clear="all" />Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09442675308783126565noreply@blogger.com4