Idiot Burger King lettuce mauler posts photo on 4chan

Burger king guy with your boots in the lettuce......after you are fired and probably have some charges brought against you...and you sift through the ashes of your reputation after people figure out who you are and give you shit from here to the end of the earth for doing something like that....I wonder if anyone will ask you WHY?  And I wonder if you will answer.

That's what I always wonder when I read a report or hear a story like this.  WHY did you feel like you had to step in the lettuce.
Do you hate the type of people that would eat a cheeseburger?
Do you only hate the type of people that would eat a cheeseburger from Burger King?
Is it Burger King you are mad at and trying to make them lose customers?
Or are you just pissed you are working in a fast food restaurant wasting your potential?  I'm curious...seriously.
When I hear about someone spitting on somebody's food or god...worse....(and we've all heard those stories...come on) I think 'why in the hell would a person be angry enough to want to do that?'

Even when a customer pisses me off, and oh, they have; I have never ever considered sliding in a bodily fluid somehow with their order.  Not that I could, in the manner of retail I worked in...but still.  I just couldn't do that to somebody...it's so freaking nasty to imagine biting into a burger or taco or any type of food and find out that someone had been overly generous with you for some bizarre reason the probably couldn't logically explain when questioned by authorites.  Except to say "i was pissed off'

ah another case of 'i was pissed off so my stupidity and evil bullshit is warranted and justified'

um. no.

somebody needs to make this boy a burger, i'd say.........right after stepping on some of the ingredients for it. probably should video tape him eating the whooooole thing.  and then apologizing; not for being an idiot, because maybe that's out of your control...I don't know...but you should apologize for letting your stupid leak out all over other people.

enjoy your lunch!  oh...and when people figure out who you are?  i'd advise not eating out for awhile.......someone might think it's 'funny' to give you a little of what you gave for real.

be well wanderers  - back soon xx blackbird

On Wiener's Wiener

you see, the point is not whether or not you actually or metaphorically cheated or not

the point is, Mr. Wiener, that you LIED

you said you didn't, said you'd been hacked, said you were hiring a PI firm

but you LIED

you Mr. "I'm going to keep my job in the gov't because I didn't cheat."
you miss the point entirely. you should leave because you lied

and now that we know it, that you would lie with so much responsibility on your shoulders;
not only to your constituents
and despite your 'moral code'
but to the young people (and by young, I mean the age of the women you were sending ego pics to)
of our nation

to them, you are a liar, and you can't be trusted

so, be glad that your wife, if you are lucky, will be able to trust you again
but don't ask the people of the country to. you had your chance. you blew it

tough.

but hey, you could always look into a career in those online chat porn things, right?
I have a feeling you'd be a natural....... ;D

the sadrobe of blueness

happy new year!!!!!!!!
*boom chcka boom chka boom*
(there's music playing in my head like i've been possessed by the ghost of marilyn monroe)
(won't SHE be disappointed. hehehe)

how are you people?
i have no idea if i will actually write more than i did last year but that's what i intend do to. not a resolution.
did i say resolution? no. just a ....foggy goalish idea really.

i'm here not to talk about happiness and positivity, as is all the rage at the start of a new year; but to talk bout being sad.
i know there are alot of sad people out there right now.
and i mean everyone; from the dude who's just a little blue when he stops long enough to think about it, to the family that is misssing a loved one at the holidays, to...every little nuance of sadness that's out there.
and they keep on keepin on (me included folks)
you do what you need to do, keep a smile on your face...but you're still blue. what to do?

so- i decided -- just now which is what inspired this post -
you know what i think you should do?
instead of worrying about not being sad and how you shouldn't be sad?

embrace it. love your sadness up.

make a sadness robe that had sadness colors or maybe patterns or images put on fabric that either represent some of the events that were particularly sad moments and when you wear it you can like...make hot cocoa and watch a movie and hug yourself a lot (and your robe and all those moments)

and maybe you'll put on sad music and dance around and sing in your sadrobe of blueness and when you feel a little better you can put her away again with a hug and smile.

AND maybe you'll add stuff to her over the years - sort of a work of love in progress and a bit of reverse psychology on your sadness

what do you think?

if i knew how to sew i would make one - and spike my hot chocolate

hey hey 2011~~let's rock n roll beyotch

knock it the hell off with the ad blitz youtube

alright youtube. that's e-fucking-nough already

i mean - i get that you grew too big for your britches. i get that you were created by a little fish that suddenly found themselves in a pond with piranhas and sold out to let them deal with the headache. i'd have done the same

you stayed pretty much the same but as peoples egos caught on and the lure of instant fame grew the growing pains started -

first - a few ads here and there...on the sidebar...at the bottom the screen
then came the ever present and HUGE movie trailer on the main page
then i noticed vevo getting more and more music videos - good for a bit
now vevo feels like big brother somehow
MORE IMPORTANTLY - NOW, youtube, you've got freaking ads between every single freaking video on every single playlist. and not a variety of ads. oh no. that would be too thoughtful - instead lets drive it into their minds like brainwashing for idiots

the same fucking commercial. over and over and over and over and over
the viking was ready to break the computer.

calm down, i said - i'd read about some youtube commercial blocker somewhere in the past week and decided to go find it. how very nice of firefox to come up with an add on for that. i can't remember the name and neither can the viking but it was something snappy. anyway it works, but forget streaming videos. can't just start a playlist and get to work unfettered. we are now being punished for our tenacity and determination not to have that add - or any ad - force fed to us ever again

so they'll make it a pain in the ass to use youtube and eventually get rid of us to pay us back for chucking the commercial brainwashing

i can't believe of the marketing world has taken the net by storm in the last 2 years. yeah yeah it's always been there. but i was on the net when it was an apple in your tech dude's virtual eye and stuff like IM or youtube or twatter or any of it existed. (and we had to walk barefoot 6 miles to get to a computer that took way too long to change sites)(and we liked it)

the point is..it's out of control people. and we just let em

go ahead...take over every site, every show, every social networking place
tell me to buy your female products and shoes and cars
just like on tv. pretty soon you couldn't watch a show without 4 8 minute interruptions and a football game of 2 hours took 4. what a joke. now you can't watch a show on hulu without the same
but hey, i can take it -
took it all my life didn't i

up until the constant commercials and hateful shock value news drove me to quit tv for 5 or 6 years. got it back this year due to teenage bribery. and feeling like i was messing with their minds somehow for them to not know what family guy and ...other ...random ..nonsense, was all about. let them fit in a little better by knowing. anyway. that is another story. i still don't watch the tv....and...

the net is mine dammit. (not in the al gore way...more in a creepy lurker kind of way) it's my freedom and solace and my choice of what i see for news. my choice. that's the point - isn't it. the net is about having so much control at your fingertips. now it's dissolving on the net.

and the marketing genius' at youtube decide that the world will not be right until we are all gagging to death on insurance commercials right before the holidays

thanks youtube guys. you've stolen another piece of what was the peoples and gave it to the exploiters

cheers

now i have to listen to pandora

walking around blind

i do this
all the time. i don't MEAN to walk around blind - i always told myself i would never be one of 'those' people. and yet i find myself in various stages of waking up. or opening my eyes again and seeing something that has been sitting there for weeks

i'm not waxing poetic. i mean literally. i have not even looked at these freaking pictures of myself and the kids in weeks. i've glanced in their general direction. i'm aware of them in my peripheral.....but, i just noticed, about how long has it been since i've reallly seen them?

sometimes there will be a pile of Random Stuff on the stella table. (it is a butcher block a beer distributor who owed me a favor and knew i loved stella and gave it to me) hence the name 'stella table.'

shit - the coffee is done. brb. it's an old fashioned camping coffee percolator....thing

(we got sick of buying cheap ass coffee makers that break within a month or so. or people give them to goodwill apparantly thinking, well, this is a piece of shit i don't want to deal with but maybe some poor person will have latent electronic coffee machine repairperson skills and will be able to use this. if they aren't too lazy. SO for over a year now we've been using the trusty ol' grandpa and grandma's metal cookstove/camping percolator pot. and it tastes pretty damn good. not quite as convenient...but then all that is convenient is not quality. laughs)

ok!! on with the show. heh.

back to the stella table (beer not rocky)
so this pile was there, right? and it kept building. now...i have 4 kids. 4, 11, 13, 14. 3 boys. nothing on the table is mine so i keep walking past it. am i aware the pile is growing? vaguely, yes...
am i aware that it now appears to include trash and at least one unclaimed shoe? hmmm. maaaaybe. this can go on for months, hypothetically.
then all of a sudden one day when i'm feeling particularly bright and shiny, i suddenly 'see' the table. without giving it a thought i swirl in like the master of efficiency and productivity i am and have that table and all of its random contents that everyone was ignoring, put away and shining like a little beacon of 'please pile stuff on me again'

as if it was no problem!! ha!! begone little piled table, little pile of dust, unclean house, projects not finished, chores not done - avaunt ye!!!
(ha.) - and i wonder to myself, why ever was i avoiding that so? it was so not a big deal and look how easy it was and so much better!! why don't you just go tackle every little annoying pile that your avoiding!! and off i go with renewed vigor thinking 'well come on, you always knew you were invincible..just get on with it' as if i knew it all along. pfiffle.

i knew it was like a looming goblin there...dark and piled and annoying.
i would sneak around it and refuse to really look at it, as if not looking at it would somehow make it dissappear without my needing to intervene and deal with it. and then suddenly, everything is clear! the birds are singing, you notice sunlight and clean up a whole bunch of stuff again and start to get back on track like the wonder woman you knew was in there...

until you find yourself in one of these stages of waking up
and realize you've dozed off on your own life again.

i do wonder about that dead zone
the one where you're awake but your not
aware but not really
interacting and in control in your imagination
but in reality sort of a ghost in your own life

is it the quiet secret breaking of a heart
is it an illness that no one would hear
is it just never being able to really get up
after being knocked down too many times
is it dissillusionment
or just...apathy

why do we disconnect
where do we go
why is it so hard to remember

be well nomads

raven