More Damned Fundies and the Damned Things They Say

I just can't make this shit up.

Source.

Amusingly enough, the article linked is about a possible link between conservatives, racists, prejudice, and low IQ's. 

I think it's pretty safe to say that Nick provided a fine example of what they were talking about.

Another update on my father.

I got a call earlier this evening from my mother. I don't know what changed his mind, but he decided to go on the IV. Maybe it was the effects of dehydration. Maybe it was that he was not getting the results or reaction he was looking for. I don't know. I have heard from several rather reliable sources that growing up he was one of those kids that would hold his breath until he got his way or passed out.

Well at least he is on his way to getting better.

An update on my father's condition.

He went from getting better in the hospital to going back to the nursing home and getting worse. Part of it I believe may be the nursing home's fault. They have him on a lot of medications and I'm not sure if what they have him on is right. The last time he was in the hospital, the doctors took him off everything the nursing home had him on because according to them the nursing home was pretty much killing him. Hard to say if that is the case this time. His lab work is getting worse, his kidneys are back to failing and he is refusing food and drink. They want to put an IV in him to give him fluids. He is refusing. He is refusing because my mother wants him to have it. That's what he said. I visited him today. Part to be supportive to my mom. Part to talk some sense in to him. Part to make some level of peace with him. He didn't want to see me. He didn't want to talk to me.

We can't get him out of the nursing home that he is in because he refuses to go anywhere else. We can't get him to go to a hospital because he refuses that. About all we can do is wait. Wait for him to die or become delirious to the point where he can no longer be considered to have sound mind. That is how we got him to the hospital last time. Actually, that has happened a few times with him.

I don't get how someone can be so stubborn, spiteful and mentally abusive all the way up to the end. I can understand his attitude toward me. I'm not the "Mini-Me" that he wanted, I'm my own individual. But the attitude he takes up with my mom is completely out of line.

Those Damned Fundies and the Damned Things They Say

I wasn't quite sure how to submit this one to FSTDT as it is more graphical than text, but that doesn't stop me from posting it here.

This comes courtesy of TheologyOnline, you can view the thread here. I think the old tree fort, aside from lacking in anything that comes close resembling a sense of humour, is reading way too much in to this. I just can't see how someone could get grossed out about that. I can see a radical feminist getting offended by it, but not grossed out. I just don't get it. Of course I also don't get why an individual that is so offended by homosexuals even bothers to so much as peep in a thread about them. I just don't get fundies.

BTW, if you ever wanted to know the answer to the question, here is a good one -

So I have Rattlers in my stomach

Wonder if anyone reading this caught the Farscape reference.

It's weird, what's going through my mind right now. I can't really stop thinking abut it. By morning, regardless of the outcome it will be a weight lifted off me. Either things will be changed at my work or I will change jobs. I don't know why I'm stressing, but I am. Never really been in a position quite like this. I've been in positions where it was likely, but not definite.

I will tell my manager things need to change. I will say that I have found another place to do my paperwork. The note where she told the audit to do that is what prompted this. It pushed me over the edge. The new procedure of the audit having to sort and organise the days paperwork has only left me with the impression that they cannot be bothered to do it right. Just like they cannot be bothered to come to work on time. I don't mind having do more work. It keeps me busy. However, it needs to have a purpose. It needs to accomplish something.

Good Gnus, Bad Gnus

Yeah, so I grew up watching The Great Space Coaster, so fucking what?

Good News - 

I have been interviewing lately and I have an offer on the table. The person making this offer has strongly suggested that I have a talk with my boss and try to get things fixed so I don't feel like I have to quit. They have a point really. I have been back there nearly 3 years now and to have to leave in anger and start over somewhere else would be a bit ridiculous. My wants are simple. I want things to go back to the way they used to be with the exception of everyone doing their job correctly. I should not have to spend an hour sorting and organising paperwork that previously would have been handled by the day shift. Having me do it does nothing more than consume my time and piss me off. Truthfully, I might actually be OK with it if I could see that it served a purpose or solved a problem. I still have the same problem I had before this became the new procedure. I'm still missing receipts. I'm still missing folios. I'm still having to pluck reg cards from the bucket. Now I start off with a drawer that contains all the days paperwork, including things like the emergency down time reports that previously were shredded. This drawer looks like a waste paper bin by the time I get to it. I have more to sort and organise and I have been told I need to find a new place to do such. The back counter seems to be for, well as far as I can tell, what ever the day shift wants to do with it. All this in addition to having to put up with a day crew that habitually comes to work late, including the boss. I like the overtime, I don't like how I get it. Then there is the computers who have taken more than their fair share of abuse from the internet habits of the desk clerks. I hacked the hosts file to keep them off the social networking at the request of my boss, this has since been undone. Not to mention the number of times I have walked in to them doing what pretty much amounts to goofing off. Yeah, I do that too. But all my work is done, done correctly even, and my responsibilities are not getting shafted on to anyone else.

Am I wrong in wanting to leave? Am I wrong in wanting things fixed? Do I have every right and reason to be pissed? If I can't get things straightened out, I have somewhere to go now. I know people I work with read my blog. Maybe this is getting talked about. Maybe this is getting passed around. Maybe my boss is being forewarned. Maybe certain rather worthless members of the day shift are getting a bit unnerved. They are not all worthless, just some of them. The real point to this is that I am mad as hell and in one manner or another I will not be taking it any more.

Bad News

My dad has been in a rehab centre since mid November. He went in because he could not get out of bed. He didn't have the strength. He went in to get physical therapy to get stronger. Then he pretty much refused the therapy. Recently I have heard through my mother that his kidneys are failing. He needs to go on dialysis. When I first heard of this I thought it was worse. Don't get me wrong, it's bad, but not quite what my mom and I initially thought it was. Right now he is in a hospital. His condition has improved, he went in delirious. Toxics building up in your body will do that. Not sure what happens from here. My mom has been on dialysis for the past 19 years, but my dad is 74, has a whole load of other problems, and said previously that he wouldn't go on dialysis. Obviously he changed his mind, but he could go back on it. Aside from that, no idea how long he is going to last.

Christopher Hitchens

Like many others, at least those I subscribe to on youtube and look up to, those that put things that are on my mind so much more eloquently than I can, I'm at a loss for what to say. Humanity has lost a great man and a great mind. I don't think the loss really can be described in anything I can say. I will just leave it at this -

Good show, Sir, and thank you.

I do have to get one thing off my chest, the level and amount of dancing on his grave, in the figurative sense of course, I'm seeing from the religious fundamentalists is shameful at best. I'm not shocked or surprised by it. I'm not saying they should not say it or that it should be silenced. I feel it serves as a reminder of what those persons making such statements are really like.

Black Friday 2011

And I didn't buy anything new. Honestly none of the sales at the local stores looked worth the crowds or even had sales on anything that my girlfriend or I really wanted. I did end up going to the local K-Mart to pick up some cat food. Looked around while we were there. No good deals on either a TV or an Xbox. Or games for that matter. I'll be looking for sales on those as it gets closer to Gift-mas. Also checking for a good “Cyber Monday” deal as well.

I want to get a second Xbox/TV for the home so we can do some system link foolishness and so I can get a copy of Zumba and a Kinect to help stop being so fat. After this past Thanksgiving I need it.

I know “Small Business Saturday” is next but there's not much still around here in the way of small business. What day is for empty and abandoned store fronts?

I has Skyrim

I'd like to thank my co-workers who can't seem to make it to work on time for all the hours of overtime I have been working. Without it, this and my upcoming purchase of Saint's Row the Third would not have been possible. And thank you for not putting a crib in a room when a guest called ahead and requested it. The “crib” and “do not move” notes on the reservation had me thinking you had actually not totally dropped the ball. Nice touch. But it's cool, I needed the exercise.

On with some Skyrim videos that I recorded.






Yeah I suck and FRAPS makes the game look a lot more laggy than it is. So far it's a lot of fun. And stabbing things always helps me relieve frustrations. I think I need that RAM upgrade that I always wanted. Being on a laptop that shares system and video memory, that should make games and recording of said games go a lot smoother.

Happy Halloween Bitches!

I don't know who belongs to that ass, I stole it from a friend on Google+ who stole it from somewhere else. But I must admit, I'm having ass envy.

So I'm working at the hotel this Halloween, but it's by choice this time. Not much local I wanted to do tonight and going to Halloween events on night that are not Halloween is just weird. In addition a lot of stuff was going on like 2 weeks ago, WTF?

Wanna help me out? Know anything about DVD recorders?

Got a Toshiba D-VR660 that does not eject or play a dvd. I seem to be locked out of quite a few other functions as well, seems all I can do is change channels. Worse yet, it's my mother's VCR/DVD recorder, she's lost the manual, and all she wants to do is button mash. She's taken the remote away from me twice to do more button mashing. It there some means of just completely resetting this machine back to the day it was new?

Story bit

Something that popped in to my head tonight. Might spin something off of it, might not. Thought I'd throw it out there.

When we first saw them we gawked in amazement. For so long we had speculated and theorized about life on other planets and here it was, right before us. Did they know we were watching them? Were they watching us? In some ways they were like us, in many ways so different.

We knew when we went public with our findings we would be met with accusations of a hoax and conspiracy theories. This didn't stop us and the stories that cropped up were more bizarre than anything we had imagined. The outrage and violence that ensued from those distraught over the universe not being what they believed it to be was not expected. It was enough to make us think that we should have kept it to ourselves.

Diabetic or not, you are still a moron.

Normally late night calls that involve requests for food are so common that are not worth talking about, but this one is kinda special.

So I get a call from this room at about 2:30 am and it's a girl asking for room service. I tell her that it closed at 10 pm. She lets out a big dramatic “uh” like a spoiled brat then asks about restaurants that deliver. Twice I have to tell her no and that those all close at 1 am. After another bigger and more dramatic “uh,” she whines “What's up with this town? Everything closes early!” I tell her it is a small beach town that is mostly populated with retirees that go to bed early. I guess that was not good enough for her. She goes in to a huge hissyfit about how she is diabetic and she needs food because she just took her insulin and might die. Normally, I'm a bit more sympathetic, but really, what was she expecting, a 7 course meal to be pulled out of the air? Besides, I think I'm being bullshitted. I keep my rather high level of annoyance in and tell her of what is open, none of which delivers and the closest of which is about a mile and a half away. She dramatically whines that she will call a cab and that she hopes it arrives before she dies. I told her I was sorry about that, wished her good luck, and hung up the phone.

I don't know what transpired from there and honestly I don't give a flying fuck. I look at it this way – If she really is diabetic, then she's an idiot for not keeping a supply of food with her. I know quite a few diabetics. I also have been working in hotels for a long time. I can't tell you how many times someone that is diabetic has requested a room with a fridge. Even if she didn't, trying to guilt trip me with her diabetes is asinine and in this case fucking stupid. Seriously. A cab is pretty likely not to take longer than the delivery she was looking for. And it's not my fault everything in this town closes early. Holy shit, it's your health, your body, take some fucking responsibility for it.

And if she was not diabetic, well that's pretty fucked up too. What was she thinking? Was I supposed to make a food run just for her? Was I supposed to open up the restaurant just for her? Was I supposed to make the local Domino's open up just for her? Was she thinking that telling me she was diabetic was going to change anything? I've actually dealt with people that were diabetic that arrived late, as opposed to her having been there 2 days, and were in the same situation. They were not whining that they were going to die nor were they having any sort of a fit over having to drive or take a cab to a store or a restaurant.

But I do understand, it's all totally my fault.

Great start to a night at work

Guest: Do I get a refund?

Me: No, you are being evicted, I can't issue you a refund.

Guest: Well I'm not doing business with this hotel any more.

Me: OK.

Because, of course, when you are being evicted it really means they want you back.

My shift just started and already I'm craving alcohol and simulated violence.

And as I was typing this I had to deal with another noise complaint.

And on my way back, some very rude and stupid people.

I hate damn near everyone.

Well I'm in for a hell of a night

I filled a sports bottle with iced green tea, then forgot it at home on my hike to the bus terminal.

Then when  I got to work tonight I found that I had left the power adapter to my laptop at home. No gaming for me tonight. It's OK, the fine folks that work the desk during the day made a wonderful mess of the paperwork. That will keep me busy for a while.

What really pisses me off is that I have scripts accumulating in my notebook for youtube videos I still have yet to FRAPS game footage.