not so serious but I want to rant II: Redemption

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makare

More flood related ranting. My moms friend's house is gone. They had the cheapest house in that neighborhood too. All those million, five million, ten million dollar houses are gone. Hand tooled mahogany doors made by blind craftsman in where-ever-the-fuck doesn't do much good for the fish. Ah well it has really made me look differently at my own personal possessions. In the end it is just stuff. Sigh.
 
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Wasabi Poptart

Cheque fraud is srs bsns and could result in jail time. And even if the cheque was made out to cash, it's still a negotiated instrument and you'd have to forge someone's signature in order to cash it. At a financial institution. Where you'd be on film, with your signature and possible even a fingerprint detailing your transaction. Probably not worth it.

In other news, spring has sprung. So I took a benadryl before I went to work. That was dumb.
I though kayk meant that the payee line is blank and the payer already signed it since he said it is a blank signed check. All he'd have to do is write his name in. But, yeah, fraud is bad.
 
I though kayk meant that the payee line is blank and the payer already signed it since he said it is a blank signed check. All he'd have to do is write his name in. But, yeah, fraud is bad.
Yeah, but even if he had written in CASH instead of writing his name, it'd still be fraud because the originator of the cheque wasn't the one who wrote "CASH".
 
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kaykordeath

Yep. All of the above is correct.

Hence it being torn up and sitting in my trash can all morning.

But still...nice to dream....
 
Personally I would have contacted the check owner via the address on it, to reassure them that the check was destroyed. But that's just me.

Makare: Condolences to the family friend... that's terrible
 
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kaykordeath

No address listed. Google on the company name reveals a company with 000-000-0000 phone number and no more than a city listed for address.
 
I'd take it to my bank and let them deal with it via the account/branch/transit numbers. Track down the person that actually wrote the thing.
 
Why does Caillou have no hair? Is he prone to lice? Does he have cancer? Is he just very unfortunate?

Please, cartoon show, explain!
 
Because a white male is in no way "ethnic".
Exactly.

Per http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/White_people you can clearly see that "white race" or "white ethnicity" is a misnomer. Many ethnic groups are characterized as having white pigmentation in their skin, and there is no single ethnic group that comprises the whole of those people that are "white".

It's perhaps a little less true with black, but it depends on the country. In the US black people can primarily trace their heritage and ancestry to a very few African locations. Go to Europe, though, and you'll find many more separate ethnic groups that all share dark pigmentation. The US is following suit as a lot of African people are immigrating. I used to work with someone from Nigeria, and he did not identify with the existing black population in the metro detroit area simply because he shared the same skin color.

So while you may feel indignation at being marginalized by a children's show, I don't think it's a valid complaint. In other words you're also being marginalized by me. How does it feel, living in the margin like that, huh? huh? Yeah, not so good does it? Wait, where was I going with this? Nevermind. Have a picture. Pay attention to the shape of the head, eyes, and noses. And despair.

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I wonder if overweight is an ethnic group, 'cause that boy in the front middle has some junk in his trunk, and it's no wonder he wears suspenders. I think all obese people who wear suspenders should picket the publishing company.
 

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Yeah, yeah, I know all of that (actually I don't totally buy it--background alone doesn't define ethnicity). What I meant was that I am offended by the suggestion that as a white male I have no identifiable culture. That I'm generic. It doesn't have to be a distinct, singular culture to be a culture. Or to put it another way, I can be white and self-identify as part of an ethnic group without the general "white" being THE ethnic group.
 
Yeah, yeah, I know all of that (actually I don't totally buy it--background alone doesn't define ethnicity). What I meant was that I am offended by the suggestion that as a white male I have no identifiable culture. That I'm generic. It doesn't have to be a distinct, singular culture to be a culture. Or to put it another way, I can be white and self-identify as part of an ethnic group without the general "white" being THE ethnic group.
Hm. Perhaps I would understand your point better if you suggested what they should do instead?
 
It is the same for Black/African American. You don't see the descendants of slaves calling themselves "Guinea American."

Whenever there is a fill in the blank ethnicity question on a form, I fill in Celtic.
 
They switched to a new type of hand soap in the bathroom at work. It smells like some horrible variation of Irish Spring, and I hate it. I might have to start using hand sanitizer to counter the smell of it. :thumbsdown:
 

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Hm. Perhaps I would understand your point better if you suggested what they should do instead?
I don't have an alternative, but my point is that the FAQ essentially says that "white male" is not only generic, but the suggestion is that a white male is basically culture-free.
 
I am irrationally angry about a throwaway comment my wife made on Facebook. I'm sure she didn't mean anything by it, but I'm tired and sick and for some reason it's totally setting me off right now. At least I'm at work, so I have a few hours to simmer off.

EDIT: It's probably relevant that I've spent the last few months examining and working on controlling my temper, and have been doing well lately. I don't get violent or anything, but the last couple of years stress has had me running with an unreasonably short fuse. So this...this is a setback.
 

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'You know when people try and give you helpful (unsolicited) advice, and it just ends up making you feel awful? Yeah... thanks, coworkers.
 
When I head out for my weekend I'm expecting to leave a trail of pissed off... can I really call them co-workers when I never actually see or speak to them?

Anyway. There's a handful of maintenance and housekeeping types who can be found on the lobby computer doing the Facebook thing when they're supposed to be working. Said computer turned up infected with Registry Mechanic last night. So with manager's blessing, it's been wiped and reconfigured where only manager and myself have the admin password. Everyone else gets a Guest account.

The nannyware that blocked everyone from doing much of anything on the web is gone, but no more personal toys on that computer.
 
I have to work 4-midnight tonight, so I have to miss game 5 of the cup finals. I also work 4-midnight Sunday so I'm missing game 6. I swear my manager somehow found out I'm cheering for Boston and is punishing me (I also had to miss game 4).

If it goes to seven, I'll atleast get to see that though, cause I work mornings all next week.

Edit: game 6 is on Monday, not Sunday. I'm good.
 
I hate documentation.

I always thought it was because it was tedious, but tonight I realized the real problem:

I can document forever. I can't look at any technical information without thinking, "It would be nice if it also discussed X, Y, and Z".

So I created an 18 page design document, and I had to set a deadline for myself - no matter how much is "missing" I had to stop after 6 hours.

And I hate handing this off to the client, because there's so much it's missing - it's painful.

But I can't spend hundreds of hours on it, and the client certainly doesn't want a huge document.

Blegh.
 
I stepped on my glasses this morning getting ready for work. I swore I heard something snap/crack, but a quick half asleep examination showed nothing wrong.

So I put them on, finished the rest of my morning routine, headed out of the door and got into my car. Then the right lens promptly fell out. And it wont pop back into the frame properly.

I wish I knew why my glasses were on the floor to begin with.
 
I think I may have knocked Vago's glasses onto the floor when I was rummaging through his room as he slept. I don't think he heard me, but you never can tell.
 
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