February 27, 2005
The Top 20
You know, one of the things that always interests me is how people find my sites that I make. I am an information hog and I like to dig through the stats of my websites on almost a daily basis. Just for the hell of it I thought I would post up what people are searching for when they unwillingly wind up here. I do feel sorry for the dumb asses that are searching for real help and wind up on my tips page. So anyway, in a way to sluff off writing a real entry, I'm just going to post the top 20 search strings from each of my sites, enjoy:
disgruntledhuman.com Total Hits in Feb: 35,572
1. walmart sucks
2. mtv sucks
3. customers suck
4. wal-mart sucks
5. violence on television
6. golfing tips
7. wal mart sucks
9. massage therapy pictures
10. police scanners
12. realistic police scanners
13. shadd rap
14. asshole customers
15. broken english klik
16. pisses me off
17. should i get a divorce
19. walmart problems
20. walmart suck
blog.disgruntledhuman.com Total Hits in Feb: 7,177
1. orajel penis
3. hooters shirts
4. human fuck
5. blow shit up
6. evangelical bullshit
7. goddamn that dj made my day
8. human and fucking
9. human painting
10. human shit
11. jessica miles
12. lawsuits against mc donald's
13. waiter blog
14. arthicreme company
15. artificial dog balls
16. bachelorrete news
17. bad cigarettes
18. blow shit up comic
19. bob vila fired from this old house
20. bridget marks
3rdbass.disgruntledhuman.com Total Hits in Feb: 81,472
1. 3rd bass
2. mc serch
3. lucy ball
4. pete nice
5. gas face
6. prime minister pete nice
7. who's on third
8. monte hall
9. pete nice baseball
10. zev love x
11. 3rd bass bio
12. word serch
13. 3 blind mice
14. bass pictures
15. gas face video
16. pop goes the weasel
17. queens pictures
18. back to the grill again lyrics
19. darkness pictures
20. face pictures
There is also the 3rd Bass message boards I have, although there really isn't any searching since the board is linked to the page and most find it through that, the board has had 41,055 hits this month.
cartman.disgruntledhuman.com Total Hits in Feb: 7,560 (a far cry from the 708,856 hits back in July 2004)
1. cartman special olympics
2. eric cartman
4. cartman for president
5. eric cartman special olympics
6. special olympics cartman
7. cartman suck my balls
8. election* cartman
9. eric t cartman
10. eric t. cartman
11. hella cool
12. pictures of stan and wendy from southpark
13. stan marsh pictures
14. timmy living a lie
15. bad kitty my chicken pot pie
16. butters alter ego
17. cartman and special olympics
18. cartman chicken pot pie
19. cartman eating cheesy poofs picture
20. cartman email
February 26, 2005
I've been feverishly working away trying to get my 3rd Bass page finished. When I say finished I mean all of the new content I was sent uploaded to the site. I got this content almost a month ago now, but I had to get everything organized and ready. Most of what I got was old magazine articles dealing with 3rd Bass which were scanned at unbelievably large resolutions. I had to cut all of those down, but try not to distort any of the words on the pages because otherwise no one could read it. Last night I finished creating all of the pages and uploading all of the content to the site. That's another task finished, now a few more to go.
I also have the third installment of Customers Suck about 99.99% done. I don't have a new page created to upload yet because I'm kind of working on a new design for the site. Yeah, and I highly doubt this one is going to be up in the next couple of weeks either. I'm working hard on learning how to code CSS for this site. The current site is run with HTML and a little bit of CSS controlling the text but that's it. I want the CSS to control everything on the new site, and I'll have to see how that works out.
Hey, in some good news I bought South Park Season 5 on DVD tonight. I got it at Best Buy because it was only $29.99 instead of $39.99 that those assholes at Wal Mart wanted to charge me. Apparently that little smiley fucker with the sword had the day off and didn't feel like slashing that price.
And in some bad news... we're supposed to get between 4 and 5 inches of snow tonight. Ain't that a bitch? I'm so sick of this winter weather; first I see the days getting longer, with it being brighter earlier and later everyday then I see the snow melting everywhere and now they say that there is going to be a shitload more dumped on us. Well, isn't that just wonderful news?
February 19, 2005
Apparently I'm Retarded
All I've been hearing on the news lately is that the gas is going to be skyrocketing in the very near future. Well, being someone who already hates paying $1.99 a gallon I decided to go and fill up my car tonight. I go to the gas station and I pull up to pump #8; I open my gas cap, stick the nozzle, flip the lever up on the gas pump and I hit the "pay inside" button. My gas pump does it's thing and then the nice little screen on it says "Ready; Start Pumping." Well, apparently I'm retarded or something because at that moment on the loudspeaker the guy running the gas station registers inside gets on the loudspeaker and says... "Ready on pump 8 with the red car."
Who in the hell is that for anyway? First off I can read and I saw the little thing on the pump telling me that I could pump my gas so I pretty much figured that I could. Now if I'm looking at the pump and I see that I'm on pump 8, why did he say in the red car? I'm not in a real big gas station, so I'm assuming there is not a second pump 8 because that would be stupid and confusing, so did he think if he said ready on pump 8 in the yellow car I would have been confused and had to leave? I guess I'm just too old school because I'm used to going to the gas station and doing my thing and only having the clerk bother me when I pay.
I found out Friday that we are going to be getting lottery tickets back in our store. What the fuck for is the question I have to ask. See, we have tried to sell lottery tickets in the past and we never really sold that many because our corporate office wants us to sell the scratch off ones but not the major ones like Megabucks and Powerball. You know what? Those are the ones that most people want to buy. Nobody gives a shit about the instant tickets anymore because most of them only have a top prize of $1,000 or so. Nevertheless, since my corporate office doesn't have a clue they decide that we need those back in our store. It just amazes me that corporate never listens to the individual stores for input considering that we are here and we know a little better than someone sitting their ass behind a desk what we sell. Oh well, if everything plays out like I want it to, maybe I can be out of there around the start of summer. Damn, that would be too nice.
February 15, 2005
Late at night I'm often stuck watching some lame infomercial on TV because for whatever reason I seem to wake up around 3am and can't fall back asleep. The perfect remedy to fall back asleep is not to count sheep, but to bore yourself into oblivion. That's where the infomercial comes into play. So here's how the scenario plays out. I wake up around 3 and I stumble into the bathroom and do whatever I need to after sleeping for a few hours. I come out and I lay back down and I realize that I'm no longer tired like I was earlier. I figure hey, why not just flip on the TV for a little while and then I'll lull my sorry ass back to sleep in no time. After 3am there really isn't any real programming on to keep me interested, I might as well watch an infomercial and that will knock me right out. Well, I flip on the TV and I usually go to bed after watching something on Comedy Central so when I turn the TV back on I'm instantly watching an infomercial for Girls Gone Wild. No shit, every night like clockwork it's on Comedy Central. So there's no way I'm going to watch that shit, I'll be up all night; maybe even awake.
Time to flip the channel. Well, that's interesting, some guy named Esteban that I've never heard of is selling a guitar and lessons. Wow, I always wanted to learn to play the guitar; shit, I better watch some of this. Ok, got sidetracked, wanted to fall asleep so I better find something more boring. Make more money... blah, skip that one. Oooh, check out that piece of exercise equipment that I'll never use in my life. Damn, exactly how many different machines are there for you to work on your abs these days anyway? So I decide to do a count of how many different machines there are and at 4am there are three different ones. I keep flipping because I have to be up in a couple hours and I don't need this shit.
Suddenly I come across a new one that I haven't seen before for the Magic Bullet. When I first heard the name I thought it was going to be some sex toy, at least that's what the name sounds like to me. Now the Magic Bullet is some sort of food processor but the part you grind up your food in is also able to be thrown into the microwave and you are going to save time and money if you waste your money on this product. I've since seen a couple different promos on this item but the one that sticks out in my mind is the one at the kitchen island with the supposed married couple cooking for some of their stupid friends. Now I don't know how acting goes in Hollywood and all, but I'm guessing that the hierarchy goes something like this: You work in infomercials and when you hone your skills and prove yourself then they allow you to work in porn. Honestly I've seen quite a few stupid infomercials but this Magic Bullet one has got to have some of the worst acting I've ever seen. This thing comes with a full size blender and a juicer which I've been told is much better than that $200 juicer. The husband makes this fat guy a drink with the juicer and he puts a bunch of vegetables in it. Then he tells the guy that the taste of the fruit will overpower the taste of the vegetables and you won't even taste it. He put broccoli in the drink ok, he fucking juiced broccoli and god knows what else and tells this fat guy, who the last time he saw a vegetable was when he saw his comatose aunt in the hospital, that he won't taste it and it'll be good for him. Let's just say I didn't believe the fat guy when he drank the juice. First off he didn't finish it, he should have chugged the shit because him just nodding his head like a retard didn't do it for me. I also want to know how he got this hot chick that is sitting next to him. Come on people, a little reality here. The fact is that the entire supporting cast in this infomercial was horrendous. I've never seen such a shitload of yes men and women in my life. So of course after watching this infomercial and getting pissed off at the people in it I now realize that it's 5am. Well fuck, now the morning news is on and I might as well watch that and see where they send Jessica Miles off to today.
February 13, 2005
One of the most traumatizing painful times in my life happened tonight twenty years ago. February 13th, 1985 was the night my dad died. I'm not going to go into a lot of details of what happened since I do on my main site. I guess the feelings have really changed over the years since it happened. The first year it was a lot of guilt. My dad had a nice collection of old coins and I'd say a week or two before he died he showed them to me and I kept telling him that when he died I wanted those coins. When you remember something like that at 11 years old after you lose your dad it can lay some heavy guilt on you. There also was the fact that he absolutely loved to take me Trick or Treating and the last year that he was alive I told him that I was too old to have my Dad going with me and I went off with a friend. I also revealed to them that I didn't believe in Santa Claus anymore and his final Christmas was just a plain one with no Santa antics; which was something he loved. I felt extremely bad for taking away two of the things that he loved and kept thinking if I only knew I would have let him take me Trick or Treating and I would have pretended to still believe in Santa just for him. So I dealt with that for a while.
Within six months of him dying (he died of a heart attack) I began having real bad chest pains. I remember the pain extremely well, and whether it was real or not, it felt real. I don't know if it was anxiety attacks, panic attacks or what. So for a few months I seriously thought that I was going to die of a heart attack. Shortly after that I began experiencing real bad headaches which were eventually diagnosed as migraines. I would assume these were triggered by what I had went through plus the fact that I left everyone that I had known in school and wound up in a new place in a new school and lost my dad all in a couple weeks time.
The next thing I went through was fear. After I realized that I wasn't going to die, I became deathly afraid that I would lose my mom next. When you're living your perfect life and then it gets ripped up like that, you don't know what to expect next. I would worry whenever she would go somewhere and always thought she wouldn't come back. I dealt with that for a few years until we had moved again and I got into high school. When I got into 9th grade and I had a good three years that stayed the same without any major changes I started to simmer down some. The migraines went away and some of the overwhelming fear went away.
Even though most of the pain went away, whenever a holiday would roll around I would always get a little choked up. I wouldn't start crying or anything but I would just remember. Things like shooting off fireworks in the driveway or listening to old Gene Autry records at Christmas would pop into my head during those times. A lot of times I would wonder what it would be like if he were still alive. Graduation was tough since I always thought he would be around for that.
Recently if I have thoughts it's not what if he was here, but where would I be if he hadn't died? I doubt we would have moved, we wouldn't have had a reason to. I would have finished school in Tomah and I would have never met anyone that I know now and I may have not gotten into the internet or web design or anything like that. But minus all of that I still wonder how different life would have been; would my life be better off or worse off.
Of course I find myself now at 31 thinking about my dad who died when he was 37 and my own mortality keeps coming into my head. In my head I only give myself six more years to live even though I know I don't have the problems that he had. I also look at my life and think that when he was 26 he was married and had me and I'm 31 and still single and childless and am currently at a dead end in my job right now. I know part of the mortality comes into play because I am now in my 30's which is an age that I never really thought I would reach. I didn't think I'd die beforehand or anything, I just never contemplated turning 30. It was a blast to turn 21 but that 30 really sucked. I also always have that creeping thought of what is the point really? Regardless of what you do in life and how hard you try and how much you succeed; you're going to die. Whether you're someone living on welfare in a trailer park or you're Bill Gates or even the Pope, one day your number will be up. Sometimes I just wonder what it's all about.
February 09, 2005
Why I Don't Type LOL
If there's one thing I'm sick of, it's snow. Let's examine the situation here, I live in Wisconsin and apparently one of the penalties is that it has to snow. Well that's fine, but if it has to snow why doesn't it just snow a lot? I would rather be looking at grass or snow, but not a combination of both. It's like the weather has a split personality here. When I wake up in the morning and I'm looking at somewhere in the neighborhood of 1/4" of snow I get a little irritated. It's enough to have to go out and shovel but there's always that thought in the back of your head that the shit's going to melt in another month or so anyway. Well according to what the weatherman is saying now, we might get rain on Sunday so that should get rid of a bunch more of this shit... then again when was the last time they were right? You would think that in February I wouldn't be so irritated with snow because being in Wisconsin this is just the norm right? Wrong; and for any naysayers I just point you to February 2001. You see, in the early part of 2001 we had the mildest winter I ever remember having. In fact mild is too mild of a word to use here. I would say that it was downright warm that year. The one thing that sticks out in my mind is that when Dale Earnhardt was killed I called my friend to tell him and he had just gotten back from a round of golf. A fucking round of golf... in February... in Wisconsin. I also remember having thunderstorms that month as well as temperatures well into the 70's. Alas, here we are four years later and the only 70's to be found around here are in the nursing home.
In my almost ten years that I've been online I think I've evolved. One of these days I might put an addition onto the main page explaining my trek from chatting in TalkCity in 1996 to spending most of my time on here religiously devoted to my web pages. One thing I noticed back in the old days was the shorthand text we used. There was the LOL, the LMAO and many variations of LMAO including LMMFGDAO as well as others. I think I used LOL back when I used to chat but not to the extreme, and now I can't stand to type it at all; in fact it was painful just to type it now. I've been in the Yahoo Chat rooms off and on lately just checking out what's going on and I wasn't too impressed. Minus the porno bots, the environment has changed extremely. LOL and LMAO seemed to have stood the test of time and are still alive and kicking to this day. The other one that I've noticed that has come around is typing your feelings in between two *'s. Now I don't do that either. You see when I was chatting we had this real cool program called Pirch32 that we used and one of the functions it had in it was called actions. All you had to do was type the following: /me wants to kick your ass.
Then what Pirch32 would do was put your chat name in and it would say DisgruntledHuman wants to kick your ass. Ahh, the pure awesomeness of the action. Of course now chatters have traded actions for emoticons and we've got 1,000 different smilies to express our feelings. Nothing tells me you love me more than a smiley with a throbbing heart on... it.
My point is that even though I mingle in with the chattatonic crowd I'm not really into the lingo and I'm not really part of it. I think much like there are rules to follow everywhere else in society I think there should be chat rules. The first should be that you are not allowed to use LOL more than once every 15 minutes... and if you put it more than once in a sentence then you are banned for four days. Oh yeah, and if you start a sentence with LOL you're computer gets smashed with a sledgehammer.
The point I'm trying to make here is that you shouldn't rely on LOL and you really shouldn't think you need to use it to be part of the computer age. You don't need to waste your time typing stupid acronyms to look like you're in the in crowd when online. Seriously, wtf?
February 05, 2005
So I'm at Work...
Well, it was my weekend to work and since I had a whole eight days off I should be happy with that right? Well of course not, I'm a fucking disgruntled human remember? First thing off the bat when I walk in is the manager tells me that the night manager didn't run the reports the right way. Well that's a wonderful way to start off my morning since the last weekend I worked something similar happened and I had a shitload of problems. Basically the two steps that this person missed made a few reports not pull correctly and therefore they didn't send to our corporate office. I called the helpless desk right away to let them know about it and see if they wanted to correct the problem before I did anything else on my end. They didn't, in fact he told me to just do what I had to do today and if they don't see those reports down there at the office he'd call back and walk me through what to do to get them. Of course about 20 minutes before I'm ready to leave he calls to let me know that they didn't get those reports and we'd have to lock one of the registers up front (during the lunch rush) and the one in the office and I'd have to get out of my program I was doing so I could finish up and leave. Well that's just great since I now cannot finish my work and get out of here on time. I went out and locked the one register and the master register we have in our office, turned PC Anywhere on in our DSD office and got back on the phone and told him to do his thing. He said he would and then he would call me back when it was completed so I could get back into my program and finish my day. 30 minutes later he calls me back and tells me there is a problem with the sub-master which is our register one. For some reason it wasn't communicating properly and he wanted me to check it out. I asked if I was supposed to actually close out the register or just lock it and he said close it out. I didn't do that the first time so I went out there, unlocked it and shut it down and locked it again. I go back in the office and told him it was ready to try again so he did. Twenty seconds go by and he says ok, it's done; you can finish your computer work now. Hold on jack, 20 seconds it took you to pull that info and you left me hanging for almost a half an hour. Why didn't you call me back earlier so I could get the hell out of this place? I finally did get out of there, just 45 minutes late. On my way out the girl working produce tells me that some old fart called her and asked her what the price of strawberries was. She told him they were $4.99 a pound and he flew into a tizzy telling her that during the summer he can get a whole bucket for that price. She said well sir, it is winter and he slammed the phone down on her. Fucking customers.
I was in Wal Mart yesterday and I walked past the clothes section and they had most of their winter coats on a clearance rack for $9.00. Nine fucking dollars I got a Starter winter coat that was originally $39.98. Can't beat that can you? Hell, I should have bought a bunch of them and resold them next winter for $20 a piece. I could have been rich. Dammit.
Of course at the moment I don't need a winter coat because Indian Summer finally arrived. Four months late mind you but it's here. We have been having highs in the 50's but of course reality is once again going to rear it's ugly head tomorrow and put us back into a world of shitty Wisconsin winter weather. Oh well, I'll be counting down the days until spring gets here... so I can bitch about having to mow grass and how much I hate the heat and humidity.
February 02, 2005
Back to Work and Shit
So today's the day. I am officially going back to work tomorrow and it really sucks. I thought for some reason that if I was away from the place for a week or so that I would stop disliking it so much and I would end up going back in a much better and refreshed mood; not so. Instead I'm faced with the ever growing realization that I truly hate my job. It's not just a job where I go there and I think that it sucks, it sucks even when I'm not there. Now not only do I have to go back after being gone for eight days but I have to go back to a shithole that didn't even have a proper replacement for me while I was gone. I usually have someone that does my job while I'm gone, and even though she doesn't have all of the training she can get it done without too many problems. So last Thursday when my load was coming in was she scheduled to work it? No, of course not; she was working that day as a cashier and they took a cashier that hasn't even done HBC for over 20 years and threw her into my department. Well that's fucking genius if I ever saw it. Let's take someone who hasn't done the job in a long time and give her absolutely no brush ups and just set her free into the department and let her figure it out as she goes. So I have that wonderful scenario to walk into tomorrow. I also have the overwhelming feeling that I'm going to walk off the job sooner than later. I'm not all for the walking off the job thing but I've only played it out in my mind about five times a day for the last few days. I think if I did walk out I wouldn't even feel bad about doing it which is a change from roughly a year ago. On the plus side I did check into schooling for Web Site Development while I was on vacation and I am almost positive that I will be going to school this fall. Let's cross our fingers anyway.
I think I said something the other day that I was going to bitch about my lame ass cellular service that I'm getting from Cellular One. Here's the deal on all that noise. Not even a year ago now I started having my calls getting dropped on my digital cell phone and when I went in to complain I was given this schpiel about the newest technology called GSM. According to the slick sales bastards the GSM was the newest craze and it would be totally replacing the digital within two years. They also said that as they were moving people from digital plans to GSM plans they would be able to dedicate more tower power to GSM. So anyway I get my new phone back in April and the first time I talked on it I could have swore that the person I was talking to was under water. It didn't get much better beyond that. I know at least five other people that have this plan; all with different phones and all with the same problem. The problem is that Dobson Cellular One's GSM service sucks major ass. Your calls will just drop out for no real reason, if the other person just happens to be on the same plan good luck hearing more than every third word out of their mouth. This is some bullshit contract that I am now supposed to keep for up to two years even though the service is not up to par. You know, I liked Dobson's, I really did. They are the only service I've had since I've had a cell phone back when I got my first analog phone. The only other time I had this problem is when I had a Mitsubishi cell and it sucked ass. I switched back to my Nokia and it was fine. Now of course since I know of at least five people all with different phones having this problem, the phone itself is obviously not the problem here... it's the company and their shitty service. If I had the ambition I would bring a class action lawsuit on their sorry asses. I know of five people that would sign on.
Oh yeah, fuck you groundhog.