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Goddammit, NBC.

August 8, 2008 / / 4 Comments

I could give a tenth of a fuck about the Olympics. I was happy that the opening ceremony took place today, because that meant they’re that much closer to being done. I really want to stop reading and hearing about them in the news, and they can’t go away soon enough.

There is exactly one Olympic event that I would watch: Tae Kwon Do. Those guys are amazing. I might even be able to pick up a combo or two watching them. NBC isn’t televising any of the competition. Apparently, watching men and women with insane levels of skill fight using razor-sharp reflexes isn’t interesting enough to warrant air time.

You know what is being televised?

  • Handball
  • Badminton
  • Water Polo
  • Canoeing
  • Field Hockey
  • Table Tennis

Are they serious? Handball? Water Polo? Fucking Ping Pong? I didn’t even know that any of these were Olympic events, much less that anyone would be willing to watch them on TV.

King No More

August 7, 2008 / / 0 Comments

A while ago, I posted about my change in job title. Someone finally noticed–my boss. As a joke, he changed my job title to “Junior Level Support.”

I don’t know if he randomly checked my server for some reason (it’s hosted by the place I work) and saw the entry, or if he just stumbled on it in the company directory. It would be bad if he actually read my entries, considering the things I’ve said lately.

Well, So Much For That Car.

August 3, 2008 / / 3 Comments

[This was on the 19th. I’ve been sick of dealing with the whole situation, so I haven’t made an effort to blog what happened.]

I’d just successfully tested for my Tae Soo Do red belt (just one more belt to go before black), and was on my way home on the beltline.  Jeremy and Christy were having a housewarming party, and I was looking forward to seeing them after a well-deserved and desperately-needed shower.

As I neared my exit, I noticed a long line of cop cars lining both sides of an on-ramp. I glanced back and forth between them and the road, wondering what would necessitate such an unusually large number of police–particularly because there didn’t seem to be anyone other than police there. There wasn’t a stopped civilian car in sight.

Just as I was about to pass the last of the police, the station wagon in front of me suddenly and inexplicably hit their brakes. I slammed on my own to avoid rear-ending it. As for the guy in the SUV behind me… well, he was still counting cop cars. He hit me with so much force that the weight of my body reclined my seatback all the way down. Since my headrest was now lying on the back seat and therefore unable to catch my head, my neck snapped as far back as it could go–which, as it turns out, is very nearly until the back of my head touches my spine. I was very briefly unconscious (probably a fraction of a second) and came to with my hands still clutched around the wheel. I maneuvered my car to the shoulder, paused for a moment to assess if I’d been injured but hadn’t yet noticed–I wasn’t–and got out to see how badly damaged my car was. The result:

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