Super Boob XXXVIII Leave it to a Jackson to ignite a controversial event on public television and claim that it was a "wardrobe faux pas." R-i-i-i-ght. I guess she always wears those pretty, sun-shaped nipple shields.

Sure, I gasped when J.T. grabbed Janet's breastplate and a boob popped out, but I thought that perhaps it was a flesh-colored bra or some kind of body suit. No way that they would show an actual tit on television.

Then Monday morning came as did the e-mails showing close-ups of Janet's (Miss Jackson, cause she's nasty) adorned boob. "Wow!" I thought. I guess it really was her breast. On the morning drive to work it was on the radio; it was on the local news stations at lunch. And to answer the nationwide question, "was I offended?" Fuck no. Hell, that was the best part of the halftime show. Then again, I'm a single guy without children.

But what about the really important stuff? You know, like the incredible, "down-to-the-freaking-wire" game that ended with Viniatieri's successful field goal kick at 0:04 seconds in the fourth? The amazing 69-yard touchdown pass hammered out by Delhomme? Sure, I was awed by the fact that her boob was shown. On CBS. And after the dust settles, you'll realize, "huh, it's just a boob." We see them all the time. On the Internet or in the flesh. It wasn't even that great of a boob, if you ask me.

A game like last night, though, isn't something you witness everyday.



Bostonians On Crack What the fuck were they thinking? I'm talking about the masses of complete and utter idiots smashing and tipping over somebody's car because the Patriots won the Superbowl. "Oooo, like they've never won a game." They've won two in two years; and somehow that warrants that kind of behavior? And some dumbass gets plowed over with an SUV. Serves them right for being in the midst of that Cesspool of Stupid. The firefighters should have shot the crowd with water in the frigid temperatures to "cool 'em off." I'm not calling all Bostonians idiots, just the ones dumb enough to be participating in the imbecilic destruction of personal property. That could have been your car they demolished.



Commercialism The Sierra Mist commercials were great, the Pepsi commercial with the bears was great, the 7-Up commercial with the "Make the Basket" gag was wacky, the Budweiser commercials were great, the Bud Light commercial and the "rocket sled" horse was hilarious, the Ford GT is freakin' awesome, the movie previews were great, and you can't pay me enough to watch "Survivor: All-Stars."



Endnotes Josh Groban's NASA tribute was absolutely stellar and Beyonce's rendition of the National Anthem was phenomenal. The pipes on those two are amazing! The halftime show paled in comparison to the opening kickoff show.

The only grits cookin' here are those in Jan's large can of whoop-ass to idiot drivers.
This is what Jan stirs up:

Pisses me off to no end when some retard looks at me
coming down the road towards him or her (acknowliding equal
opportunity here) and burns rubber on two tires to get on the
road ahead of me..... and then runs 10 mph to make a left turn 100 ft down the road.

Stirs my grits when idiots that get their license at WalMart
never consider giving any kind of signal about what they
think they wanna do next. They're blowing horns and waving fingers and talkin' on cell phones. The bigger and more expensive the vehicle, the more obnoxious they are.

And, the #1 thing that pisses me off is all the Yankees invading us and telling us WE don't know how to drive while
they're the ones damming up the interstates day after day after day with wrecks. Shucks, we all know the short cuts on the back roads. We're sittin' home laffin' at 'em .....

Annie is having gas pains. No no, not that kind; just the kind that involves her indolent coworkers in the gasoline industry who just seem to breeze through the day without a care...and knowledge. Testify, Sistah Annie!:


Have you ever worked with people who are so set on merely getting through another day, they never take the time to learn anything new about their jobs?

I'm a big fan of Fridays - always have been. It seems such a very long way away on Monday morning. To keep my sanity, I like to learn new things about my job.

We work in the gasoline industry. There are lots of different rules and regulations in place and more coming all the time. We market in Missouri and Illinois - lots more regulations at the state level. We have lots of customers with different requirements depending what state they do business in and what time of year it is.

Some of these people I work with have been there for five years or more and still don't know anything about our customers or their needs. What do they do all day? Sooner or later you have to pick up SOMETHING, don't you?

I constantly have customers passed off to me because (I guess) it's too much trouble to learn where they get product, what product they need, who is their carrier, what are their hours, what brand are they, don't speak English so well, etc., ad nauseum. It just gets really old after a while. Besides, if you learn something new, you might have to do that job ALL THE TIME! That would leave no time for visiting with everyone else. And you can't talk when you're thinking, can you?

Could be worse - we don't always get it right the first time, but we get it done. That alone is a learning opportunity. If only they saw it that way.


Thanks for listening,
Annie

Cass sings us a new "Immigrant Song" that might not be as popular as Zeppelin's version, but it does hold true for many of us who were actually born in America. Actually I live in Oklahoma, but it's frightening that illegals have made their way up to Idaho. I wonder if the Arctic Circle has any illegal immigrants.....anyway, this is what Cass has to say:


Ok first of all, I know that you must live in Idaho. I swear your "Hitler" sounds like he would fit just fine here. I swear for supposedly being a racist state there are an awful lot of illlegals right here. I don't think "Get the fuck outta here and don't come back" translate the same or something. And no I am not a racist, but my hubby has been out of work for over a year. The way things work is big companies go thru temp agencies and the temp agencies send out few like my hubby. But after your 30 days back ya go into the pot so we don't have to pay you benefits. Of course next time around more than likely an illegals name will come up. (probably a cousin to the one that just left) Fuck me!! My absolute best friend is mexican-american (I hate writing that too!) but that is a damn site different than an illegal that doesn't understand english.So that is my rant. Take it easy.

Cass

If Hitler were to have been reincarnated, I think his spirit would be inhabiting my boss' body. Jan Voskamp is perhaps one of the stingiest, "coal-in-his-ass-out-pops-a-diamond" assholes I've ever met.

Essentially he hires immigrants (it's a safe bet that most of them are illegals) because they work for a lower wage, and eventually I can see him replacing all the "Americans" with them. One of the "Imm's" even has a "tear drop" tattoo under his eye; which is usually symbolic that he killed somebody. Nice, huh. Makes you all warm and mushy inside.

And now, my own job has been sequestered by one. I'm no longer doing duties in the office like I wanted. And this one is special, folks. He's "Bilingual." It doesn't matter if I have more computer knowledge than him. What does matter (in Hitler's beady eyes) is that he can talk to the other immigrants and convey directives from the boss. Soon Jan (yeah, it's a guy. Figures, huh) will achieve his own personal Utopia: Underpaid non-English speaking Mexicans working for him with only a few Bilingual Mexicans to translate.

That's another sore spot for me. If you're going to come to this country to seek work (whether you come in a "Coyote's" trunk or not) it would be really nice if you could speak perhaps a modicum of English. Just a thought.

So right now I'm now part of the new minority: American. And even as I type this I no longer have job security. My employment with Redbud Glass, Inc. may be hanging by a tenuous thread. I could be unemployed by the end of this week, month, or even tomorrow. It's almost a tangible feeling; very surreal.

Granted, the place I work at now is perhaps the armpit of Hades (naaa, that's too nice. Maybe the Asshole of Hades. No, wait. That's Jan...) and a former supervisor who worked there claimed that if I were to leave on my own accord or be canned, it would feel as a great weight has been lifted off of me. Yeah, and my wallet; until I have found another job.

So, all I have to say is this: Hey Marie, how's the job market in Canada?

Does anybody else want to share their feelings about their own Fuhrer?

As the mysterious voice that beckoned to Costner, "If you build it, he will come;" so do those who want to express their gripes. MysticWuv shares one of her rants and quite possibly one of her tits:


I Hate It When...........................

You walk into a crowed room and everyone stares at you like your a freak. Is
there something wrong with my hair? Is my tit showing? Did I forget to
pluck? Questions that go thru my head for that instant moment. Do these people
have nothing else to do but stare?
Ever get that ultimate little brat that stares at you the whole time
your shopping, or looking around? Looking like she has never seen a human
before? Even in the resturants, you get that one little parasite that kneels up on
the booth, looking over at you while you are trying to eat and hold a
conversation. What are the parents teaching these kids? Oh I forgot, the keep
turning around and looking at you to see if your looking at their adorable little
HAIRY LIPPED MONKEY.......lol.
People......CURB YOUR KIDS for heaven's sake!

MysticWuv

If the introduction above fails to explain what this particular blog is all about, then put the crack pipe down, Freakshow.

It's axiomatic, baby. "lucid SCREAMING" is a place for me to rant; to illuminate my annoyances. And since I'm a giving, caring Shiny, Happy Head; I'll let you share your irksome grievances as well. If you want to bitch about something, send me an e-mail with your name (first name is fine) and I'll post it.