7-29-06
2 days ago a crazed brooklyn man tried to start a fight with me because my dog had lifted his leg on a church. When he told me that it was very disrespectful for my dog to do so I replied "Well god made dogs too." While this seemed perfectly logical to me, it only managed to exacerbate the situation.
The shifty character who was accompanied by an equally irked female lifeform replied that I should "curb my dog." I still don't understand what that means and I said, "I don't know what that means." The irked female lifeform proceeded to grumble some more nonsensical jibberish and I lost interest in the conversation.
As I walked away from the situation I turned my back to the couple and gave them a spirited thumbs up. To my surprise the confrontation turned even more sour as the surly male lifeform proceeded to chase after me while cursing for what he perceived to be an extension of my middle finger.
Well, this simply was not true and I managed to calmly explain that I had given him a thumbs up. To which he said, "You BETTER have given me the thumbs up!" Baffled, I remarked "Hey guy I just said I gave you the thumbs up, jesus!"
In other news, I am very upset with my mailman. This may just be a hazard of the job or maybe its part of the job description, but he is just way too ambivalent.
The world of fashion:
Sleeveless shirts are very popular in New York right now. I was recently at a Cubs game when they played the Mets at Shea Stadium . After the game ended and the Cubs had won, a male lifeform in sleeveless attire began taunting me because his beloved Mets were still in first place despite the loss to my Cubs, who, he duely noted were in last place. He ended with a generous "The Cubs suck!" I simply replied, "You sir are right on all accounts, but my shirt has sleeves and yours doesn't."
Also in the world of fashion, after sustaining a sandal blowout at the previously mentioned Cubs/Mets game, it became necessary to replenish my flip-flop supply. I am now the proud owner of a pair of Reef flip-flops that are equipped with not one, but two bottle openers.
Kick ass!
The world of science:
I have become very interested in the field of string theory. Thats all I have to say about that.
The world of travel:
I will be traveling the world again for my quarterly trip to Colorado in September. Dates are forthcoming but they will be in the realm of Labor Day weekend and beyond. Plan accordingly.
The world of music:
The following is this the lineup for Jazz Aspen: Friday, September 1LeAnn Rimes 8pmSusan Tedeschi 6pm
Saturday, September 2Kanye West 6:30pmRobert Randolph & the Family Band 4:15pmRaul Midon 2pm
Sunday, September 3John Mellencamp 6:30pmLos Lonely Boys 4:15pmDel Castillo 2pm
Monday, September 4Matisyahu 6:30pmKeller Williams 4:15pmPolyphonic Spree 2pm
All can say are two things:
1) What the fuck?
2)Where exactly is the jazz in this fest?
The world of random:
Orange is the new yellow.
Scotch is the new whiskey(for me anyway).
Two poops a day is the new one.
The Cobb sandwhich at a restaurant I can't remember is the best I've ever had.
I just learned there is such a thing as a 4,000 ton banana boat.
Saturday, July 29, 2006
Thursday, July 27, 2006
Monday, July 24, 2006
airline fare tracking
so a few companies have made some progress in data mining the discount airfare websites. things like lowest prices per month, graphs, and advice on whether or not particular fares are likely to go up or down. good stuff.
here's the article about it:
http://online.wsj.com/public/article/SB115256282567002617-RqSoaTQneeu4TSNN2NybQ0IUPK4_20060810.html?mod=tff_article
here's the article about it:
http://online.wsj.com/public/article/SB115256282567002617-RqSoaTQneeu4TSNN2NybQ0IUPK4_20060810.html?mod=tff_article
Saturday, July 22, 2006
Wednesday, July 19, 2006
BM Trading
Tuesday, July 18, 2006
Monday, July 17, 2006
Sign of good things to come?
Is it a good sign when your cat scrapes his ass across the carpet in a spiral pattern to get a chunk of poo out? (He's a Libra, if it matters)
Saturday, July 15, 2006
A wee tinkle
Where do Bees go to the bathroom?
At the BP station.
Wee is my new favorite word.....that and the word wicked.
At the BP station.
Wee is my new favorite word.....that and the word wicked.
Saturday, July 08, 2006
Baby Names
Friday, July 07, 2006
H-Dog
Keep Your Fucking Shit Off My Desk
By Herbert Kornfeld
Accounts Receivable Supervisor
November 4, 1997 | Issue 32•14
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, bruthahs 'n' sistahs. H-Dog here, His Stone Cold Baadness, The Original Gangsta, The Mack Daddy, The Freaky Gangbanga. And I got somethin' to say to all y'all bitches out there: Keep yo' motherfuckin' shit offa my desk, or I'll fuck your sorry ass up wit' a quickness. And I don't want to see y'all comin' around, puttin' your feet on it, neither. Or puttin' your goddamn coffee cups on it and leaving them fucked-up rings all upside the wood and shit.
'Cause I keep my fly shit on my desk. I gots my dope spreadsheets, my hangin' file folders, my delinquent-account file, my paper clips, my Post-It note dispenser, my monthly desk planner, my Midstate Office Supply business cards, my four-color ball-point pen, my motherfuckin' dot-matrix printer address labels, and my stoopid-fresh three-hole punch. Not to mention my computer. I swear, if I see any of y'all within three feet of my computer, I'll put a Lee Van Cleef on your bitch ass. I'll come at you like a mother fuck.
I'm just trying to keep it real, know what I'm sayin'? I wanna stop the violence before it starts. I could say nothin' and wait in the shadows like some motherfuckin' ninja, and when some punk-ass temp worker come along and start readin' my "Attitude Is A Little Thing That Makes A Big Difference" Successories mouse pad, I could jump out and knock the sucka's teeth the fuck out. 'Cause that would be my right. A man's gotta protect what's his, right?
Take what happened just last week. Judy Metzger, this li'l skank-ass ho from Accounts Payable, be runnin' her ass around the office, puttin' cupcakes wit' the goddamn smiley faces and shit on people's desks. I'm like, "Whus this smiley-face shit y'all be puttin' on my desk?" And she's like, "I made cupcakes for everyone in the office last night!"
Now, I don't take shit from nobody, and I sure as hell don't take no shit from some bitch from Accounts Payable, so I picks up my letter opener and do some crazy kung-fu shit on her. "Flag yo' ass outta here, bitch, and keep yo' fuckin' cupcake shit offa my fly desk."
She go runnin' out of the room and go gets her supervisor, Myron Schabe, from across the hall. Like I'm supposed to be scared of that. Myron older than shit and he wear bow ties like he Pee Wee Muthafuckin' Herman or somethin'. So then he come up to my cubicle and say, "Herbert, I think there's been a misunderstanding. It was Judy's turn this week to bring in a treat." I tell him I don't like no bitches from Accounts Payable puttin' no shit on my desk. But this Myron fool keep pushin' it, tellin' me: "It was meant as a nicety, Herbert, nothing else. It's Co-Worker Appreciation Month, and everybody's scheduled to bring in a treat. You yourself are signed up for next Wednesday."
So you know what I tell him? I says, "I ain't gonna be bringing in no motherfuckin' treat, motherfucker. Treats is for old ladies in the nursing home and shit. And ain't nobody gonna be layin' they smiley-face bullshit on my dope fly desk. I gots everything where I want it, and ain't no little ho gonna be fuckin' it all up. So take yo' bitch-ass, bow-tie self and get the fuck out of my cubicle before I cut you, beee-yaatch!"
After that, Myron walk out of there wit' his li'l dick between his legs. Ain't no Accounts Payable supervisor motherfucka gonna tell Herbert Kornfeld what to do. And no one else, for that matter. You put shit on my desk, you just signed your death warrant. I mean it. Heads will get flown.
H-Dog out. And to all my homies in Accountz Reeceevable and the bruthahs kickin' it down in Shipping, keep ya heads up. Peace.
(editor's note: this is from the onion. There's lots of Herbert articles out there, all of them i find very funny, but I think they closed the archives so they aint be so easy to run up on. they're doing a best of every year thing this week)
By Herbert Kornfeld
Accounts Receivable Supervisor
November 4, 1997 | Issue 32•14
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, bruthahs 'n' sistahs. H-Dog here, His Stone Cold Baadness, The Original Gangsta, The Mack Daddy, The Freaky Gangbanga. And I got somethin' to say to all y'all bitches out there: Keep yo' motherfuckin' shit offa my desk, or I'll fuck your sorry ass up wit' a quickness. And I don't want to see y'all comin' around, puttin' your feet on it, neither. Or puttin' your goddamn coffee cups on it and leaving them fucked-up rings all upside the wood and shit.
'Cause I keep my fly shit on my desk. I gots my dope spreadsheets, my hangin' file folders, my delinquent-account file, my paper clips, my Post-It note dispenser, my monthly desk planner, my Midstate Office Supply business cards, my four-color ball-point pen, my motherfuckin' dot-matrix printer address labels, and my stoopid-fresh three-hole punch. Not to mention my computer. I swear, if I see any of y'all within three feet of my computer, I'll put a Lee Van Cleef on your bitch ass. I'll come at you like a mother fuck.
I'm just trying to keep it real, know what I'm sayin'? I wanna stop the violence before it starts. I could say nothin' and wait in the shadows like some motherfuckin' ninja, and when some punk-ass temp worker come along and start readin' my "Attitude Is A Little Thing That Makes A Big Difference" Successories mouse pad, I could jump out and knock the sucka's teeth the fuck out. 'Cause that would be my right. A man's gotta protect what's his, right?
Take what happened just last week. Judy Metzger, this li'l skank-ass ho from Accounts Payable, be runnin' her ass around the office, puttin' cupcakes wit' the goddamn smiley faces and shit on people's desks. I'm like, "Whus this smiley-face shit y'all be puttin' on my desk?" And she's like, "I made cupcakes for everyone in the office last night!"
Now, I don't take shit from nobody, and I sure as hell don't take no shit from some bitch from Accounts Payable, so I picks up my letter opener and do some crazy kung-fu shit on her. "Flag yo' ass outta here, bitch, and keep yo' fuckin' cupcake shit offa my fly desk."
She go runnin' out of the room and go gets her supervisor, Myron Schabe, from across the hall. Like I'm supposed to be scared of that. Myron older than shit and he wear bow ties like he Pee Wee Muthafuckin' Herman or somethin'. So then he come up to my cubicle and say, "Herbert, I think there's been a misunderstanding. It was Judy's turn this week to bring in a treat." I tell him I don't like no bitches from Accounts Payable puttin' no shit on my desk. But this Myron fool keep pushin' it, tellin' me: "It was meant as a nicety, Herbert, nothing else. It's Co-Worker Appreciation Month, and everybody's scheduled to bring in a treat. You yourself are signed up for next Wednesday."
So you know what I tell him? I says, "I ain't gonna be bringing in no motherfuckin' treat, motherfucker. Treats is for old ladies in the nursing home and shit. And ain't nobody gonna be layin' they smiley-face bullshit on my dope fly desk. I gots everything where I want it, and ain't no little ho gonna be fuckin' it all up. So take yo' bitch-ass, bow-tie self and get the fuck out of my cubicle before I cut you, beee-yaatch!"
After that, Myron walk out of there wit' his li'l dick between his legs. Ain't no Accounts Payable supervisor motherfucka gonna tell Herbert Kornfeld what to do. And no one else, for that matter. You put shit on my desk, you just signed your death warrant. I mean it. Heads will get flown.
H-Dog out. And to all my homies in Accountz Reeceevable and the bruthahs kickin' it down in Shipping, keep ya heads up. Peace.
(editor's note: this is from the onion. There's lots of Herbert articles out there, all of them i find very funny, but I think they closed the archives so they aint be so easy to run up on. they're doing a best of every year thing this week)
chicago
well that picture of a muscle man humping a watermelon killed that blog like only a picture of a muscle man humping a watermelon can. and it was up less than 24 hours.
I'm coming to chicago soon. I'll be there from wednesday July 19th to probably sunday the 23rd. Hope to see any of you that are around. What are your phone numbers?
I'm coming to chicago soon. I'll be there from wednesday July 19th to probably sunday the 23rd. Hope to see any of you that are around. What are your phone numbers?
Saturday, July 01, 2006
Friday, June 30, 2006
No news is good news
Well well well, its been a long time since I posted on this bastardly forum, and a lot has changed since. The only sound assumption that I can make is that my posting presence , in the past, acted as some sort of contraceptive for the Cournoyer Cuzzies and their spouses. In absence some sort of mutant virility has taken over the Cournoyer seed. I thus post before Molly, Kate, or even worse Grandma begin "showing." 'nuff said.
Otherwise, I was busy, am busy, and will be busy until January, what with intensive physics 5 days a week for 4.5 hours until Augy. Standardized testing, applications, and random scrambling for admission deadlines in the fall for Pharmacy school. I am taking the second most failed class at UW in the fall. I just did a half-ironman, have another one in july, then an ironman in september, and a marathon in october. So no exciting trips or nuthin' planned for a while.
Is Robby still a cousin? or is he out?
Finally, expecting cuzzies take care of your fertile gestating deer-women...and congrats
Otherwise, I was busy, am busy, and will be busy until January, what with intensive physics 5 days a week for 4.5 hours until Augy. Standardized testing, applications, and random scrambling for admission deadlines in the fall for Pharmacy school. I am taking the second most failed class at UW in the fall. I just did a half-ironman, have another one in july, then an ironman in september, and a marathon in october. So no exciting trips or nuthin' planned for a while.
Is Robby still a cousin? or is he out?
Finally, expecting cuzzies take care of your fertile gestating deer-women...and congrats
Saturday, June 24, 2006
Kyle & Dee Rentals
TOPS
The New World: Kyle loved it; no one else will.
The Good Girl: Classic Aniston. No, really, it's a tasty flick.
The Baxter: From The State players comes this funny romantic jabbadoo.
Good Night, & Good Luck: Worth about 95% of the hype.
Brokeback Mountain: Worth about 85% of the hype.
In America: But not a movie to watch with your pregnant wife.
Batman Begins: Terrific superhero movie. One of the best (but Dee found it boring).
MIDS
Three Extremes: Not all that extreme, but definately creepy.
The Constant Gardner: Decent. Surprisingly little momentum for a "political thriller".
Match Point: Woody Allen. English upper class. Murder. What more can I say.
Flightplan: Pretty damned predictable.
Wolf Creek: Great Aussie horror. Way too much like Texas Chainsaw Massacre to be "TOPS".
LOWS
Fantastic Four: Stopped watching after 20 minutes.
Derailed: Stopped watching after 30 minutes.
The Island: Eh... Ok premise, stupid filmmaking.
The New World: Kyle loved it; no one else will.
The Good Girl: Classic Aniston. No, really, it's a tasty flick.
The Baxter: From The State players comes this funny romantic jabbadoo.
Good Night, & Good Luck: Worth about 95% of the hype.
Brokeback Mountain: Worth about 85% of the hype.
In America: But not a movie to watch with your pregnant wife.
Batman Begins: Terrific superhero movie. One of the best (but Dee found it boring).
MIDS
Three Extremes: Not all that extreme, but definately creepy.
The Constant Gardner: Decent. Surprisingly little momentum for a "political thriller".
Match Point: Woody Allen. English upper class. Murder. What more can I say.
Flightplan: Pretty damned predictable.
Wolf Creek: Great Aussie horror. Way too much like Texas Chainsaw Massacre to be "TOPS".
LOWS
Fantastic Four: Stopped watching after 20 minutes.
Derailed: Stopped watching after 30 minutes.
The Island: Eh... Ok premise, stupid filmmaking.
Wednesday, June 21, 2006
Saturday, June 17, 2006
Friday, June 09, 2006
Some thoughts on life
The Nintendo Nes is friggin awesome, almost cooler the second time around.
My top 10 favorite games right now:
1.Techmo Super Bowl
2.RBI Baseball
3.Zelda
4.Contra
5.Super Mario
6.Double Dribble
7.Double Dragon
8.Excitebike
9.Ice Hockey
10.Kung Fu
A bird bit me yesterday, it was the capper on a horrific day that included two separate subway trains breaking down, walking in the rain to work, getting jelly on my favorite shirt, and locking myself out of my apartment again.
My baby has really long arms and legs.
Oddly, I have gained 7 pounds since finding out I'm going to be a father.
Pants that zip off at the knee are the greatest invention ever, I'm thinking of taking it to the next level and making a shirt that zips off at the elbow.
I had a dream last night that all the cousins were at someone's wedding and we all got kicked out for being out-of-hand. Not that much of a stretch.
Michael Berg is my new favorite person:
Michael Berg, a pacifist who is running for Delaware's lone House seat on the Green Party ticket, said al-Zarqawi's death is likely to foster anti-American resentment among al-Qaida members who feel they have nothing left to lose.
Berg said the blame for most deaths in Iraq should be placed on President Bush, who he said is "more of a terrorist than Zarqawi."
"Zarqawi felt my son's breath on his hand as held the knife against his throat. Zarqawi had to look in his eyes when he did it," Berg added, pausing to collect himself. "George Bush sits there glassy-eyed in his office with pieces of paper and condemns people to death. That to me is a real terrorist."
On a lighter note, this is the 300th post on the cuzzin blog!!!! What do I win?
My top 10 favorite games right now:
1.Techmo Super Bowl
2.RBI Baseball
3.Zelda
4.Contra
5.Super Mario
6.Double Dribble
7.Double Dragon
8.Excitebike
9.Ice Hockey
10.Kung Fu
A bird bit me yesterday, it was the capper on a horrific day that included two separate subway trains breaking down, walking in the rain to work, getting jelly on my favorite shirt, and locking myself out of my apartment again.
My baby has really long arms and legs.
Oddly, I have gained 7 pounds since finding out I'm going to be a father.
Pants that zip off at the knee are the greatest invention ever, I'm thinking of taking it to the next level and making a shirt that zips off at the elbow.
I had a dream last night that all the cousins were at someone's wedding and we all got kicked out for being out-of-hand. Not that much of a stretch.
Michael Berg is my new favorite person:
Michael Berg, a pacifist who is running for Delaware's lone House seat on the Green Party ticket, said al-Zarqawi's death is likely to foster anti-American resentment among al-Qaida members who feel they have nothing left to lose.
Berg said the blame for most deaths in Iraq should be placed on President Bush, who he said is "more of a terrorist than Zarqawi."
"Zarqawi felt my son's breath on his hand as held the knife against his throat. Zarqawi had to look in his eyes when he did it," Berg added, pausing to collect himself. "George Bush sits there glassy-eyed in his office with pieces of paper and condemns people to death. That to me is a real terrorist."
On a lighter note, this is the 300th post on the cuzzin blog!!!! What do I win?
Sunday, June 04, 2006
Hey thanks......
Well we were planning on telling everyone personally, but I guess the cats out of the bag. Yes we are having something but we're not going to tell anyone what is until it is born: Is it a smurf, shoe, gorilla, banana, snork??? We're just not going to tell you. If you would like to get us a gift please make sure its not homo sapien specific. Be well my fellow humanoids and pray for a prodgeny in the x-men, bionic man, jesus-type, superhero genre. The due date of the life form in Liz's belly is December 15th so we are going to run an actual delivery date pool for those interested, the winner gets a free stool sample.
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