The phrase "Suicide is Painless" is the title of a song that most people will remember from the opening credits of the movie version of M*A*S*H, but if you think about it suicide is anything but painless.
I've had a few friends commit suicide and when I think about them I am just angry! Angry that they didn't let me talk them out of it, angry that they are not here and I can't help them, and angry because I miss being able to talk to them and tell them of the hurt and pain they left behind.
Suicide is a bit of a selfish undertaking because it doesn't think about anybody but the person that wants to just "not be." One person I knew went to the extent of arranging pre-paid funeralarrangements for his wife and driving himself to just outside the funeral home before he took his own life. WTF dude! It's thoughtful and creepy beyond understanding.
So far I have talked only about people I know in this post, but what about people I don't know?
David Kellermann, Freddie Mac acting CEO, was found dead in his home Wednesday morning. His death, still under investigation, is a suspected suicide.
Cheung Shu-hung, co-owner of Lee Der Industrial Co., apparently hung himself in his factory. The motive behind his suicide was not given, but I’m sure it wouldn’t take a genius to figure out. Cheug, and his company Lee Der, were under immense pressure by Chinese officials (who are eagerly trying to protect the country’s crucial export industry from a bad reputation of being potentially unsafe/dangerous). They have been trying to regain international consumer confidence, after a handful of recalls in the recent past, with new regulations, inspections, and increased pressure on manufacturers, like Cheung himself. Cheung’s Lee Der was temporarily banned from exporting products, causing him financial stress and damage. Chinese goods have been under fire after a chemical additive in pet food caused the death of some pets in the United States; and toxic ingredients were found in a long list of products, from seafood to toothpaste, which were recalled or rejected by a number of countries worried about safety.
Chung Mong-hun, a son of the late founder of the giant Hyundai conglomerate has been found dead below his 12th floor office. Chung, a top executive of the Hyundai conglomerate, was indicted recently to face trial over a scandal around the inter-Korean summit of 2000.
He was one of South Korea's top executives and had been accused of the illegal transfer of money to North Korea over the historic summit with the South. He jumped from his office on the 12th floor, the BBC website reported. Chung was chairman of Hyundai-Asan, a Hyundai subsidiary that runs a series of joint ventures in North Korea with the Government.
Chung had been accused of transferring up to $100m to the north to persuade North Korea to agree to the summit three years ago, which at the time was hailed as a historic success. However, North Korea's participation now appears to have been motivated more by money than a desire for reconciliation with the south.
Former Enron Corp. vice chairman J. Clifford Baxter was found dead in his car in a Houston suburb early Friday, the victim of an apparent suicide, police said.
Suicide is a sad and less than honorable way to go out, mostly because of what is left behind, which is shattered lives of angry loved ones.
I don't know what to say, but to my friends that I lost . . .
. . . I miss you brother
Monday, April 27, 2009
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Stories about trees
This doesn't have anything to do with trees, but I thought I would title the post that way just to see if you were paying attention.
Life, Liberty, and the ability to access the internet
I'm always sitting in front of my computer. I am, in point of fact, sitting in front of my computer right now.
It's funny how some people will send out an email message and expect a response within minutes, like email is some kind of instant-message tool or something.
Some people get their email sent to their Blackberry, um I mean crackberry, these mobile devices are often referred to as CRACKberrys because of the addictive nature of being in constant contact with others.
I'm not sure I understand this need to be in constant contact with friends, relatives or business associates? There are people that are always texting their friends or family, texting while driving, texting while going to the bathroom, talking on the cell phone while in the bathroom, texting someone while you are in the doctor's office . . .
I just don't get it?
What sort of communication would someone need to have with someone else when the Doctor says "turn your head and cough," I can't imagine.
I sent an email message to my family a day or so ago and never got a response. I guess the excuse would be that they just don't check their email everyday. This is also something I just don't understand?
How could you not check your email everyday?
I guess for me, someone who doesn't text people, or talk to them on my cell phone while I'm in the bathroom, it just seems odd to not respond to an email message.
It's my connection to the outside world.
It's funny how some people will send out an email message and expect a response within minutes, like email is some kind of instant-message tool or something.
Some people get their email sent to their Blackberry, um I mean crackberry, these mobile devices are often referred to as CRACKberrys because of the addictive nature of being in constant contact with others.
I'm not sure I understand this need to be in constant contact with friends, relatives or business associates? There are people that are always texting their friends or family, texting while driving, texting while going to the bathroom, talking on the cell phone while in the bathroom, texting someone while you are in the doctor's office . . .
I just don't get it?
What sort of communication would someone need to have with someone else when the Doctor says "turn your head and cough," I can't imagine.
I sent an email message to my family a day or so ago and never got a response. I guess the excuse would be that they just don't check their email everyday. This is also something I just don't understand?
How could you not check your email everyday?
I guess for me, someone who doesn't text people, or talk to them on my cell phone while I'm in the bathroom, it just seems odd to not respond to an email message.
It's my connection to the outside world.
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
How to deal with real live pirates on the open seas?
I'm thinking that shooting them in the head is a very, very good idea
This method shows other pirates that general lawlessness and high-seas trickery will not be tolerated. This method sends the message that if you hi-jack one of our ships, or one of our friends ships we will not question you, we will not take you to jail, we will not let you have a trial, we will, however shoot you in the head.
Do not pass GO, do not collect $200 dollars, go straight to hell and swim in a lake of fire for the rest of eternity
I'm thinking after a few of the Somali pirates are shot in the head, and word gets out this career will become a lot less popular on career day at the local schools.
Hi class, I was going to bring my dad in for career day, but he is, or should I say WAS a pirate and was shot in the head and tossed overboard allowing the sharks and sea live to feed on his rotting carcase, so you see that is why my dad is not here.
Don't get me wrong, I don't think anyone should have the right to just go around shooting people in the head and all, but . . .
If you board a ship, or a plane, or car-jack someone at gunpoint with the intention of doing them harm . . .
Lake of fire!
This method shows other pirates that general lawlessness and high-seas trickery will not be tolerated. This method sends the message that if you hi-jack one of our ships, or one of our friends ships we will not question you, we will not take you to jail, we will not let you have a trial, we will, however shoot you in the head.
Do not pass GO, do not collect $200 dollars, go straight to hell and swim in a lake of fire for the rest of eternity
I'm thinking after a few of the Somali pirates are shot in the head, and word gets out this career will become a lot less popular on career day at the local schools.
Hi class, I was going to bring my dad in for career day, but he is, or should I say WAS a pirate and was shot in the head and tossed overboard allowing the sharks and sea live to feed on his rotting carcase, so you see that is why my dad is not here.
Don't get me wrong, I don't think anyone should have the right to just go around shooting people in the head and all, but . . .
If you board a ship, or a plane, or car-jack someone at gunpoint with the intention of doing them harm . . .
Lake of fire!
Friday, April 10, 2009
More about Las Vegas
Las Vegas is a strange place, you see all kinds of strange people and things, strange people doing strange things, and well yes, Las Vegas is not like any place in the world.
Las Vegas is, how you say, Out Of This World!
One thing about vegas that is strange to me is when people bring their kids to a place that is commonly referred to as Sin City. I mean what is an 8 year old kid going to do walking down the strip at 10:30 pm on a Tuesday night?
People do really, really stupid things when they come to Las Vegas.
You see a lady, well just for the sake of this story lets call her a "lady", anyway you see a lady with a baby kind of propped up on her shoulder at 1:00 am in the casino where everyone, including the lady is smoking, and she is poking away at the gambling machine she is sitting in front of! Wow, what a way to grow up, lulled to sleep by the beeps, dings and lights of a smoky casino. Poster child for gambler's anonymous.
Another strange thing about the Las Vegas strip is, what my wife calls "Boobie trading cards," you know those little cards with half naked pictures of porn stars that those scummy dudes hand out on the sidewalk up and down the strip. They stand there flicking the cards against their fingers and it makes this "clickity-clickity" sound that somehow must be irresistible to the average passer by. You try to walk by a whole line of these guys, while all of them are making that "clickity-clickity" sound kind of like being forced to travel down some sort of "gauntlet of porn" all the while their hands are darting out to hand you a little business card sized picture of some porn star with giant boobs! Don't get me wrong, I love boobies as much, if not more than the next guy, but these guys just annoy me. Sometimes they will even try to hand one to me when I'm walking hand-in-hand with my wife, dude my wife could care less about you and your boobie trading cards and she wouldn't be upset if I took one, but it's just GROSS! I would think these guys could find a job doing something just a tiny, tiny bit more respectable, I don't know like say cleaning up the used condoms at a bestiality show or something.
Las Vegas has some really ugly things going for it.
maybe a few pretty pictures will help
oh yea, clickity click on the pictures, they are better seen larger
Thursday, April 9, 2009
Las Vegas takes some practice
My wife and I visited Las Vegas for some fun on the strip.
No, not strippers, fun on the Las Vegas strip. The Las Vegas strip is a bit dirty and kinda gross during the daytime when the sun is out and you can see all the scummy losers in the bright sunshine. After sunset all the fat, bald dudes from the east coast with plaid shorts and sandals with black socks are still there, you just don't see them as much in the dark. Well, that and the fact that when the sun goes down they all move indoors to sit at a sticky bar stool in front of some sort of machine with dem blinking light and sounds and stuff.
The reason I say Las Vegas takes some practice is that if you want to eat decent food for a decent price, you must know how to "work the system." You can go to a buffet for $10 or so and eat all you can stand of the "worst cafeteria food" known to man, or you can pay $26 each for breakfast of finely prepared food.
First you take the $10 buffet and realize the food sucks, and is gross! At that point you try the second option and realize you just blew $50 bucks and change on freaking breakfast, a really nice breakfast, but still, it's fifty bucks! Next you might try to find some middle ground, like say Denny's where a grand-slam breakfast is like $2.99, or $3.99 or something like that . . . but nooooo! this is Vegas baby, a grand-slam breakfast is $6.99 and it tastes like frozen pancake batter and the eggs are small.
There must be a way to figure this place out?
One way is to go away from the strip, go somewhere "regular" working folk in Las Vegas would go to get breakfast. I think I need to go to Las Vegas a few more times to try to figure that place out.
Oh, yea click the picture, its badass, and if you what to know more about what's going on in the picture, comment on my blog.
No, not strippers, fun on the Las Vegas strip. The Las Vegas strip is a bit dirty and kinda gross during the daytime when the sun is out and you can see all the scummy losers in the bright sunshine. After sunset all the fat, bald dudes from the east coast with plaid shorts and sandals with black socks are still there, you just don't see them as much in the dark. Well, that and the fact that when the sun goes down they all move indoors to sit at a sticky bar stool in front of some sort of machine with dem blinking light and sounds and stuff.
The reason I say Las Vegas takes some practice is that if you want to eat decent food for a decent price, you must know how to "work the system." You can go to a buffet for $10 or so and eat all you can stand of the "worst cafeteria food" known to man, or you can pay $26 each for breakfast of finely prepared food.
First you take the $10 buffet and realize the food sucks, and is gross! At that point you try the second option and realize you just blew $50 bucks and change on freaking breakfast, a really nice breakfast, but still, it's fifty bucks! Next you might try to find some middle ground, like say Denny's where a grand-slam breakfast is like $2.99, or $3.99 or something like that . . . but nooooo! this is Vegas baby, a grand-slam breakfast is $6.99 and it tastes like frozen pancake batter and the eggs are small.
There must be a way to figure this place out?
One way is to go away from the strip, go somewhere "regular" working folk in Las Vegas would go to get breakfast. I think I need to go to Las Vegas a few more times to try to figure that place out.
Oh, yea click the picture, its badass, and if you what to know more about what's going on in the picture, comment on my blog.
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
The "Do Not Call" list
The do not call list do not work!
I signed up for the "Do Not Call" list in hopes that those poor, underpaid, nasty, grumpy, angry call-center employees would just not have my number, and therefore would not call me.
I could not be so lucky.
They still call, heck I even get the pre-recorded calls made by some computer where I don't even have a person to hang up on. It lacks satisfaction when I slam the phone down on a pre-recorded computer message.
This morning I got a call from a real live person who used my name like 27 times in the first sentence he spoke! WTF, dude: "hello Mr. Smith, how are you Mr. Smith, well Mr. Smith the reason I'm calling is that, Mr. Smith blah, blah, blah so Mr. Smith you know that this cause needs you Mr. Smith and Mr. Smith can we count on your help Mr. Smith?"
I should have just hung up on the guy, but having him use my name 47 times just seemed to piss me off, so I ask what his name was and shot back a volley of my own using his name in the words that I spoke at every possible occasion. This really seemed to upset the guy (ah ha, my evil plan is working), his response was "I'm just doing my job" and then he ended the call.
Ending the call might have been a wise decision for him as I was just getting warmed up as far as fitting the guy for, yet another orifice with which to excrete human waste.
I really wish I could make the sales calls stop, then maybe the voices in my head that tell me to fight back against angry call-center employees would stop.
Please make is stop.
I signed up for the "Do Not Call" list in hopes that those poor, underpaid, nasty, grumpy, angry call-center employees would just not have my number, and therefore would not call me.
I could not be so lucky.
They still call, heck I even get the pre-recorded calls made by some computer where I don't even have a person to hang up on. It lacks satisfaction when I slam the phone down on a pre-recorded computer message.
This morning I got a call from a real live person who used my name like 27 times in the first sentence he spoke! WTF, dude: "hello Mr. Smith, how are you Mr. Smith, well Mr. Smith the reason I'm calling is that, Mr. Smith blah, blah, blah so Mr. Smith you know that this cause needs you Mr. Smith and Mr. Smith can we count on your help Mr. Smith?"
I should have just hung up on the guy, but having him use my name 47 times just seemed to piss me off, so I ask what his name was and shot back a volley of my own using his name in the words that I spoke at every possible occasion. This really seemed to upset the guy (ah ha, my evil plan is working), his response was "I'm just doing my job" and then he ended the call.
Ending the call might have been a wise decision for him as I was just getting warmed up as far as fitting the guy for, yet another orifice with which to excrete human waste.
I really wish I could make the sales calls stop, then maybe the voices in my head that tell me to fight back against angry call-center employees would stop.
Please make is stop.
Monday, April 6, 2009
Hello? Is this thing on?
No comments, no readers, no viewers. What do I gotta do to get someone to view, read and comment on my blog?
How about this shit, this is fuckin' funny
How about this shit, this is fuckin' funny
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