Welcome to Science-Geek-Type-Nerdathon 2004!

All this week I get to eat and drink on the company dime. Yes, although I haven't had to leave town, I am attending a week-long convention with all the other science-geek-type-nerds in the world (or at least 30K+ of them) and all expenses are paid.

Today I ate breakfast at a quaint little place and then (after wandering around the posters and vendors for a bit) met up with some co-workers for some Indian food. I wonder what I'll have tomorrow? Grande... no! Venti Toffee Nut Latte and a poppyseed muffin? Mexican? Thai?

The sky's the limit and all in the spirit of experimentation. I mean, after all I am a scientist!

Big Brother and Me

Warning: The following post is a short rant about my day at work. Read with caution and don't ask questions because I can't expound. Big Brother has already gotten a hold of me and has removed much of my brain -- or at least my ability to be a free-thinking individual.


Resistance is futile


"You need to understand that one wrong word can wipe out an entire year of busting your a**."
My Boss

I hate the politics of work!

Why can't you just do your friggin' job and be done with it!? AND why can't the people who's toes you accidentally stepped on come to you personally and confront the situation!?

I personally think that all the conflict resolution guidelines that are set in place by the human resources department are just for show. The reality is that there isn't any resolution and any and all situations can and will come back to bite you in the tush! God forbid we actually talk to one another and deal with the disagreements person to person. Nope! Let's wait until annual review time. Let's let them think that all is well. No, no, that all is great and that they are doing a bang-up job. Then *insert evil laugh here* let's kill 'em with rumors and vague, plausibly deniable comments that were overheard by some one else and discipline reports that exist but without their knowledge. Let's lower the boom on those unsuspecting fools because that is oh so much more fun to watch them writhe and sweat under the pressure!

So, put on that happy face and be careful what you say for Big Brother is watching and in one fell swoop will ruin your day.

Thanks for letting me vent, folks. If you don't hear from me for awhile its because Big Brother has killed me and stuffed my body somewhere deep within that piece of crap corporate sculpture out front.

The Abolition of Me or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Flush Draw

Well, it all started with reading the NIV instead of the KJV and that lead to drums in worship, R-rated movies and dancing.

The debauchery persisted and the season of pleasure turned from spring to summer to winter. Soon, it just wasn't enough and I had to get more.

This is when, as most of you know now, I turned to drink. Oh, the tender love and care of a batch of homebrew may make a sweet little story but only reveals the truth of just how far I would go...

and have now gone.

Yes, now my turn the to the darker side is complete as I now have... I don't know if I can bring myself to say it... I... I... I have gambled! And liked it!!! Blackjack, craps, poker... horse races! I have bet money and won money and lost money! Oh, the miserable and wretched man that I have become.

Turn away from me and gaze upon this vile sinner no more! Save yourselves from the slippery depths down into which I have fallen! Oh, the folly of my ways! Oh, the shame! THE SHAME!!!




Anyway, if you run up against a Texas Hold 'Em poker player on Yahoo Games (and you recognize the name) you just might be playing against some one you know and love.