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DUDE!!!! A sin has been committed!
Wednesday, May 29, 2002

Last night, as I was counting sugar packets on my tables and wrapping them up with rubber bands (it was dump night), I overheard a couple high school chicas arguing over the use of the word "dude". Seeing as I have gotten flack from a couple of people for using this word myself, and praise from a few others (very few), I had to offer up my two cents.

Basically, I told them that "Dude" was cool as an interjection, and necessarily gender neutral as "Dudette" reeks monkey butt. One girl asked if I had seen Dude, Where's My Car? I had, and it was ok. Then I asked her if she remembered Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure. You know, the one where Keanu Reeves first showcased his so-called acting shtick. Well, turns out this girl had NO IDEA who Keanu Reeves was!!! Granted, he's not the best actor of our generation, but he HAS been in some memorable flicks: Speed, The Matrix, Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure, and Bill and Ted's Bogus Journey. (Connie, I will never forget you replaying Keanu say the word "cool" like fifty times when we saw Speed at your house. Ah, the good ole days.) Eventually I remembered that he was in Sweet November too, and she had seen that one. She didn't remember the guy so much though. (That flick was too syrupy sweet. I can like chick flicks, but this one struck no chord with me. Blah.)

Well, we finished our list of need-to-see Keanu motion pictures. Me and one of the girls did the hand shake, shoulder hit thing as they headed out, and then she went all ghetto on me or something. We were like "sweet dude! peace, out! Catch you on the flipside." (She's white, btw, and very few things in the world are funnier than watching a white person try to imitate ghetto. IT DOESN'T WORK PEOPLE!!!!) They were the most fun table all night, and I wasn't even their server! I don't know, maybe I needed to stress release with a little silliness. Anyway, dude, it was cool. Now, go be excellent to each other. ;-)

Beware Vague Job Offers ...
Wednesday, May 29, 2002

So I went for this interview yesterday with this company called Vector. They were hiring people to sell Cutco Cutlery. All I knew going in, though, was what the letter I got in the mail told me ... that the job garaunteed a starting pay rate of $14. (No, I didn't forget those two lovely words "per hour." Just wait, all will be explained.) Turns out, they sell "by appointment only." This means that if I take a job there (I've been offered one) then I'd have to make appointments with people and drive all over town to show them the knives and stuff. You get $14 per appointment, plus a progressively higher commission the more you sell. It would be an AWESOME opportunity to gain communication and business skills. They have a very reputable training program that focuses on college students, but I really don't think I'd have enough time. To make decent money you'd have to make MANY appointments each week, AND be a naturally good salesperson. Plus, I'd have to take off hours at O'Charley's. Ah well, the hunt for a day job continues.

Just a couple'a Swingers!
Monday, May 27, 2002

D*** Funny: US Patent Number 6,368,227: Method of Swinging on a Swing. You know how most people swing forward and backward on a swing? These dudes, Mr. Olson and Mr. Steven, "invented" a way to swing sideways. (The electronic audience ooohs and ahhhs.) Edison would be proud.

If the logistics of this confuse you, have no fear. The patent gives explicit instructions for swinging sideways ... two and half pages worth of instructions (approximately). If you want to test out this "new" swing yourself, just send in an application. The patent says that "licenses are available from the inventor upon request." :-)

O'Charley's Stuffs
Monday, May 27, 2002

Ok, SOMEONE screwed me over tonight. Someone took MY food and put it on the wrong table. Argh, I hate when crap that happens b'c it was completely not my fault, but I still get blamed by the customers and the kitchen staff (who had to re-cook the meal). Then, at the end of the dinner, I mistakenly told my table that their whole bill had been taken care of when it was only one meal that had been taken off. Grrr, that's just embarrassing to have to ask people to pay after you've told them they wouldn't have to. People need to friggin look at the table number on their tickets if they're going to run food.

Oh, also, yesterday I saw an old grade school and high school chum at O'Chuck's. When I first recognized him I yelled out "Jason!" "Nope, try again," he said. ... *Slightly awkward pause* ... "Oh yeah, Vincent! I don't know why I thought your name was Jason. How have you been?" I gave him a hug, and we talked a bit. He was there with his girlfriend. She seemed really nice, can't remember her name though. I'm glad things are cool with him now. He didn't seem to have the best time of it during the years I schooled with him. Anyway, I was just happy to see someone I knew.

IMPORTANT NOTE: I LOVE seeing people I know at O'Charley's. If any of you peoples that I know and love happen to be in the Brentwood area, PLEASE stop by. Even if you just want an appetizer or a dessert and just want to chill wid'me, it's all cool. Just COME. It makes my day, especially if I'm having a bad day or something. I'm working five days a week now. Oh, and feel free to tell the host(ess) that you'd like to have me as your waitress. That's perfectly legit to do, and it even makes me look good if people are askin for me. So, don't question it, just GO. If I know you by face and by name, I would LOVE to see you at O'Chuck's. Laterz!

Our Gimpy Dog
Thursday, May 23, 2002

Well, I WAS going to write about my sister Carly losing an apple chunk up her nose pipe, but then I found something even funnier. Our dog Chester is old, deaf, arthritic, and fat. Lately, he has been escaping through our wooden fence's door. Today, I was the first in my family to witness this miracle in action.

My sister Erica had just walked out of the backyard. Chester gazed at the slamming door as though it were a new discovery. He turned away, then turned back, his flab bouncing joyously. One more time he circled himself. Then, he crouched down on his hauches and attacked with all the agility of a pregnant hamster. With one raised paw he shoved the door off it's hinge. Immediately, he scuttles into the garage, and do you know what he does there? He starts scarfing down Lucky's cat food. That's right, Chester is a traitor. Now I understand why Lucky always wants fresh food.

In other news, a giant Hackberry tree in our backyard lost a bough to straight winds last week. Today my father fancied himself a "tree surgeon" (yes, that is an actual job title), and tried to drag the dead limbs away with his pickup truck ... it didn't work. The real "tree surgeons" should be coming later this week. Until then, let's just hope there aren't any more storms. The other large limbs are aimed to fall through Carly's bedroom window next. (In case the guys don't get here in time ... we'll miss ya Carly ;-).)

That's all the news for now. Laterz.

Fair Warning
Thursday, May 23, 2002

I tend to be more dramatic and opinionated in writing than in person. Weak writing is boring, and hardly worth reading, imho. Be ready to take things I say with a grain of salt, opinions have a tendency towards exaggeration and excessive harshness. Any sarcasm you read in an entry is intended for entertainment purposes, and will rarely stem out of true bitterness. I have FUN writing diatribes. ... That is all. You may now move freely about the planet once again.

Smokers are Dumbasses. Please, allow me to elaborate ...
Thursday, May 23, 2002

Observation of a Waitress: I've been in the smoking section the past two nights. Whenever a smoker uses an ashtray, we have to replace it with a clean one for the next table. The managers worry that the dirty ashtray is a "health issue." ... Catch the irony? These people inhale tar, and we're helping them. Why should I have to work to protect someone else's health when they won't protect themselves? Seems to me they have an on-again, off-again relationship with hygiene maintenance. More importantly, this relationship seems to largely depend on whether they have to make the effort, or someone else does. They're either schizophrenic, or they hate me ... perhaps both.

There's the issue of old butts looking and smelling nasty ... but smokers gave up caring about things like that long ago, right? I say, let them look at other people's skanky-gross-crumpled-old butts! (Ahem, cigarrette butts.) I shouldn't have to touch them. ... Then again, maybe I'm just a lazy waitress who doesn't want to waste her time cleaning other people's growdey ash trays.

What Daria character would you be?
Wednesday, May 22, 2002

Surprise, surprise. She's a writer and she has a dry, sarcastic, biting humor. Who ELSE could I possibly be? Heck, if I had the clothes and the glasses, I'd even LOOK like her. Only, she's a bit more bitter than I am. Oh well, go Daria!

What if TV Channels could compete in Celebrity Deathmatch? Hmmmmmmmm ......
Tuesday, May 21, 2002

Weird fact: Celebrity Deathmatch was on VH-1 tonight ... what's UP with that? (By "tonight," I mean the 20th.) Did I miss something here? Are they so lacking in creativity that they have to steal MTV's programming? VH-1, why don't you stick to your epic countdowns instead of copy-catting your way to coolness? You cannot steal the teeny boppers from MTV. ... Ah well, my rant is done. On a positive note, the episodes they showed were very funny: there was a showdown between Christina and Britney, John Travolta faced off with Nicolaus Cage (literally), and three doctors from ER fought to the death (Clooney not included :-( ). I think the best, though, was Hugh Grant beating Clint Eastwood and the like with his blindingly pale chest, only to be later mauled by the oh so masculine Andy Dick (enter sarcasm *here*).

In more personal news, today was pretty cool. Got up about 1:00, went to O'Charley's to do some paperwork, then hung out with Brent and Tayrn. They made me cry! .... b'c i was laughing too hard :-D. Damn those water ducks - I mean, ducTs!

Tomorrow should be cool. I'll be making the big bucks again, with my first night back at O'Chuck's. Don't know if another job will pan out, but I really want one. I'm calling FYE Music tomorrow. Days as a waitress suck, and I need to do something besides the food biz. Laterz.

Congratulations Sabrina!!
Sunday, May 19, 2002

I just got back from a wedding shower. It was really nice. The food was great, and we finished the afternoon with a cutthroat game of spoons. Sabrina, my old high school chum, is tying the knot in June. All I can say is, I wish her all the best. Love you Sa-be-be!

In other news, I am currently watching that paragon of junior high movies: Clueless ... Hey, don't blow this flick off! It's actually based on the novel Emma, just with rich, slang-slinging, valley-girls. Ah well, just a guilty pleasure I suppose. Laita.

My sister Erica is SO cool!
Sunday, May 19, 2002

Well, I wanted to keep everyone updated through the summer. Considered mass e-mailings, but decided that would make everyone hate me. So, I'm jumping on the diary bandwagon instead. "Everybody's doing it!!!" ;-) To catch you up on the first week of summer, I've organized my pile of rubbish from college, put in some work applications, and watched movies with the fam. Looks like I'll definately be working at O'Charley's again in the evenings. Hopefully there'll come a day job for me somewhere at the Cool Springs Mall too. That's all for now!

Oh, and the title of this message is to thank my sister for showing me a very cool website to get moving graphics (www.mediabuilder.com/). More media for me to manipulate, mwuhahahaaaa. I'm in heaven. Laterz pplz.