tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72565942592162619312011-07-30T17:52:34.054-07:00Rogerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06302271969110496634noreply@blogger.comBlogger4471100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7256594259216261931.post-84222004621358782822010-05-20T09:41:00.000-07:002010-10-02T05:21:57.017-07:00

This was a triumph.I'm making a note here: huge success.It's hard to overstate my satisfaction.- Still Alive, GLaDOSSo, I've been doing this for some time now, and while I've enjoyed it, I think it's time I moved on. It's not that I think it's a waste of time or anything, but the fact is, I never really found an audience for what I do here. Well, that's not counting myself, and while making

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With the recent release of the KFC Double Down - a bacon and cheese sandwich on a fried chicken bun - I have been pondering the reasoning behind such foods. Honestly, if I wasn't a vegetarian, I could see the moment where I'd consider eating such a thing despite the fact that it could probably kill me where I sat, the last bite still oozing grease onto the paper wrapper my head rested upon,

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You know, I try not to point out every time I see a headline that makes me facepalm. Really, I do. But seeing that the good people at the University of Michigan have now confirmed the long-held theory that fat kids get bullied more often that non-fatties just blew me away. As a recovered fat kid (eventually, I wasn't a kid anymore), I actually read this three or four times just to make sure there

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I realized the other day that I have almost no perception of what other people think of me. I don't mean as far as whether or not they like me - I'm sufficiently narcissistic to just assume everyone finds me as witty and charming as I do. Rather, I realized that at some point, I stopped concerning myself with what people thought of me physically, as far as my looks or how I dress.You know, when I

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It's Earth Day again, and instead of sitting around feeling bad about the fact that you still use a can of hairspray each day (dude, I'm telling you, the pompadour is coming back), take some actions. We'll even help. Here are some things you can do to help make a difference, or at least get off Al Gore's %#@$ list:Just for today, try not to slap any hippies.Use the space in your yard to build a

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While I try to shy away from medical news topics, what with the fact that they are frequently so briefly remembered, today I saw two semi-related stories side by side and felt they needed to be addressed. This is because they are both interesting, and not because they both are related to women in the mood. Well, it is a little, but only because there's just so much comedy gold one can mine from

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When I went to Disney last year, I wrote up an overview of the trip for you good people (and yes, for you lousy ones too), but sort of glossed over one important point. See, the trip was actually very educational for me. As someone who has not traveled much, only leaving the US of A for the gentle climes of Canada (which is really just America Light), I'm sort of confined to the news and

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Well, the weekend saw me driving the family across scenic Michigan to take a weekend trip (and by "scenic", I mean, "flat and occasionally tree covered"). As I am wont to do, I shopped for available billboards while admiring the work of others. In the process, I came across something that I'm not sure I approve of on a billboard for a bakery - the use of the term "world famous".To give you a

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I've discussed interesting perfumes and colognes here before. It's kind of required sometimes. I mean, had I not acknowledged the Star Trek colognes (which I still haven't received as a gift despite my best hinting), I would have put my nerd card at risk. And who wouldn't want to cover the Burger King scent. Well, something has come up that surpasses my wildest expectations.Someone has released

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One thing I don't understand is Satanism. I don't mean LeVayan Satanism, which is basically atheism built around irritating Christians, but those people who actually believe that Satan is a deity worth worshiping. This...this makes no sense to me.Here's my issue: all the information we have on Satan theoretically comes from the Bible, right? I mean, that's where it all starts, laying out his role

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Like most people, I come across thing on the internet that I wasn't necessarily looking for. Such an example is Men's Underwear Guy. (Link NSFW. I'll explain in a bit.) No, it's not the most ridiculous superhero webcomic ever. Rather, it's a site where one man dedicates himself to reviewing men's underwear.Seriously.Now I'm a big fan of online reviews, turning to the net before making most of my

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Unless your Amish, it's pretty much a given that your children are going to be playing video games, and as a responsible parent you're going to want to make sure you're protecting their fragile little minds from potentially harmful content. Many parents are intimidated by this, what with not knowing much about games and the constant stream of doucheba...concerned individuals touting the dangers

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Okay, there's a piece on Kotaku right now on considering the ramifications on gamers of the fact that the iPad and the DSi XL are being released around the same time. This...this is wrong. As a gamer, I feel like I should say something about this, especially since I have access to the existing, miniature versions of both systems, the iPhone and the DS Lite.Here's the thing: Nintendo owns the

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So I've been thinking, I need to start a manifesto. This way, if I'm fiddling with the radio on my car and go careening madly off the side of the road, inadvertantly hitting a Government building in the process and killing myself, it will be seen as an act of patriotic defiance (not terrorism - I'm still considered Caucasian). This will probably make for better headlines than "Died in an effort

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Okay, our situation has escalated and I'm now officially upset. See, I take great comfort in my belief that I'm the least mature person I work with. Well, this is no longer something I can take for granted.At first it was a cry for help, then an unwarranted act of aggression against a friendly reminder of proper hygienic techniques. Oh sure, I wasn't thrilled to think that somewhere in my

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Previously, I tried to reach out to the disturbed individual at my workplace that carved "HELP" into the wall. I fear his situation has not improved. You see, after a long quiet period without bathroom-related activity (other than, you know...the usual), we've had another incident.Yesterday, I again found our bathroom defaced by a sharp instrument, and I can only assume it's the same individual.

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So, thanks to a post on Newly Nerfed, I squandered yet another hunk of my life watching videos of other people's pets. I thought I had broken free of this habit, but the individual responsible, one klaatu42, hit my weak point - he makes them talk. Already a sucker for a well placed lolcat, I'm powerless against this.Why is this a weakness of mine? Simply put, I, like most people, cannot help but

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Well, it's Valentines season, and as anyone with school age-children knows, there is a long-standing policy among schools that a card must be brought in for every other kid in the class, regardless of gender or likability. I was sure that this practice would be put to an end during the conservative majority of the Oughts, what with it clearly indoctrinating schoolchildren with "the gay". Alas, I

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This weekend is the annual celebration of my failure as the ideal American man. No, it's not my wedding anniversary (and if you thought it was, I should let you know that whatever my lovely wife told you was a vicious lie). Instead, it's the annual gathering of men around big-screen televisions all across the country to watch incredibly expensive ads for beer and erectile dysfunction drugs. Oh,

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It may surprise you to find out that Dangerously Low On Grog was not the only idea for an online foray I've entertained. I had several concepts for online journals that, for one reason or another, just never took off. Here are some examples that any of you are welcome to steal if the mood strikes you.Lord Blackheart's Musings on the Misery that is LifeGiven up because I had to end my Goth phase.

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It's time for another sinus infection, and having procured yet another batch of prescription medication, I decided that just for fun I would actually read the little insert my pharmacist put into the bag instead of tossing it like I usually do. This, like most things I do, has led to some unusual thoughts. The thing that really got to me was in the section possible side effects.Seek medical

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I realized today while reading about the Proposition 8 trial going what the real issue with the whole group of people trying to prevent gay marriage is. It's not the "protection of marriage". It's not that allowing gay people to marry will open the doors for similar "civil rights" cases arguing that the love between a man and his Roomba is a natural and beautiful thing and should be protected

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Today, I noticed that the office food shelf, that area conscripted to contain abandoned comestibles that are now free for the taking, contained a bag of coconut covered marshmallows. Now I do not partake of marshmallows due to their gelatin content (it's a veggie thing), so I wasn't especially excited or anything. I did, however, peruse the bag as I am wont to do and came across the following

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This morning, I saw that one of friends was on Facebook questioning the reasons behind the fashion industry's insistence that a woman is only attractive is she's built like a ten-year-old boy. Well, having briefly worked as an international fashion model (it was a cover), I have a unique insight into the situation, one that I have kept to myself for a long time for fear of my safety. I have now

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Dear Sir or Madam,I will confess that I was taken aback by your plea. What would drive a person to carve the word "help" into a restroom wall at their job is...well it's been on my mind. I can say that much at least. Unfortunately, the vague manner in which you made your request has left me at a loss as to how I may proceed. See, you left no forwarding information along with your request. In the

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Warning: the following post is about potentially offensive slurs, and will thus contain language that some might object to. Nothing really bad like %#@$ or "adjustable rate mortgage", but still, you've been warned.Driving the kids into school, I made some offhand comment that somehow involved midgets, which unfortunately led to my daughter asking me all sorts of midget-based questions. I did my

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For whatever reason, when the year rolls over, I feel like I should be doing something more...important with this corner of the internet. You know, imparting wisdom or some such nonsense. Unfortunately, my ego only covers my programming abilities and natural good looks, so I find it difficult to make myself believe I have such wisdom to share beyond "If you're not sure where it came from, maybe

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After a long and welcome delay, the Michigan Winter has formally settled in around these parts. For the kids, this means excited fantasies about snowmen and sledding. For me, it means the act of filling my car with gas becomes an exercise in bitterness and frustration that leads me to wonder just how far advanced we are as a species if we haven't yet converted anything with more than a half inch

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Circumcisions are interesting things when you think about it. It has for a long time now been a standard practice in the USA, and yet it doesn't make a ton of sense to me. As far as I can tell, the primary argument in favor of it (outside of religious practices) is that it's more sanitary, as the cut version is supposedly easier to clean that the alternative.Now, maybe it's me, but I'm reasonably

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I'm trying to get into the Christmas spirit depite someone setting a deadline the week before Christmas (Scrooge). I can't really give shopping advice, but I'm great at giving excuses. Thus, I present to you:The Twelve Days of Christmas: Excuses Edition12 Drummers Drumming: Too damned noisy11 Pipers Piping: Hard to keep that many crackheads in one place10 Lords a-Leaping: Inquired with UK

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Yesterday, despite my severe mallstrophobia, I forged into our local mall to take the kids to see Santa, or as the princess referred to him "some guy in a costume" (she humored us for the sake of her little brother). My choice in parking spots left something lacking, not because I feel the need to avoid walking, but because I had to pass directly through the perfume and cosmetics section of a

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Apparently a bunch of people decided that Paris Hilton was a good role model and then regretted it. No, I'm not referring to a glut of poorly lit sex tapes leaking onto the internet. Rather, there is now an overflowing supply of chihuahuas in Californian pet shelters. One can only assume that these people thought carrying a dog around in your purse was a good idea because they didn't realize that

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As near the end of the aughts, as I shall heretofore refer to the previous decade, I fear we have failed at producing a single meaningful contribution to the fashion industry. Actually, scratch that - the youth of our nation has failed to produce a single meaningful contribution to the fashion industry. As an older individual, I can look back on the decade before this, and take pride in our

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Deadlines suck. Unfortunately, if I'm to continue earning money, I must occasionally meet them. As such, nothing new to talk about today. I strongly encourage visitors to use the labels in the menu to explore some of my older posts. I'm sure some of you missed my musings on the missing footage of Ghost Hunters, wonder just how the government determines the proper height for urinals or listing all

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Some of you out there will be charged with purchasing toys for children, so I thought I'd pass along a couple of helpful pieces of information. First, when you're shopping for a child who you will be around frequently, like your own, make sure to hunt down an open package for any toy you are seriously considering at the toy store. Once you find the open package, take the smallest piece out of the

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Okay, so once in a while, I come across a story that I want to talk about- I mean, something that just begs for me to rip into it and tear it all to shreds - but it's kind of a sad story, so I hesitate. Such a thing is the tale of former Miss Argentina Solange Magnano, who died as a result of complications during butt surgery. Elective butt surgery, actually. She basically gave her life in an

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Tomorrow, I will be enjoying an obscene amount of food with my family, and I think it's only fitting to take a moment here to list some of the things I am thankful for this Thanksgiving:Enjoying an obscene amount of food with my familyNo zombie apocalypse - yet (stay on guard, people)I still haven't had a disease named after meMy entire family remains both healthy and stunningly attractiveThree

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Another holiday season is ramping up, and if the premature Christmas tunes and bell-ringing strangers requesting donations were not enough of an indicator, last night I saw that Christmas specials had started showing on television. Now I don't mind Christmas specials for the most part, but there is one that I must admit bothers me. In fact, it's not just the Christmas special - it's the entire

Rogerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06302271969110496634noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7256594259216261931.post-64931655417031955722009-11-20T10:36:00.000-08:002009-11-20T10:39:07.774-08:00

Someone has stolen a droid.We don't know when it happened, but the R4-E1 droid we discussed earlier has suddenly turned up missing from our cube farm, and I for one am aghast. It wasn't even mine, but being a less than mature decorator, I'm forced to address the fact that I am surrounded by toys, all of which are now targets for hoodlums to pilfer when I least expect it. What's next? My Dexter

Rogerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06302271969110496634noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7256594259216261931.post-22597418465518805882009-11-18T06:39:00.001-08:002009-11-18T06:46:26.083-08:00

I'm a technologically advanced individual. I have a degree in computer science and make my living programming computers. The times displayed on my oven, microwave, television, phone and wrist watch are all relatively similar. I guess what I'm saying is that I have sufficiently evolved to make myself useful in this modern age of ours. It is for this reason that I cannot understand my inability to

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Dear Candy Industry,When we go to eat colored candy, we have certain expectations - things that we, as a society, have come to an agreement on so that we can all have a safe, enjoyable experience. Principal among these expectations with regards to your particular craft is that, given a color, I will know what flavor I am about to encounter. It is this foundation, this trust, that our relationship

Rogerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06302271969110496634noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7256594259216261931.post-50818220287702914002009-11-13T12:00:00.000-08:002009-11-13T13:02:00.529-08:00

Despite what you all may think, I am actually a bastion of self-control when it comes to deciding what I do or no not say in public spaces. A bastion I tell you. I'm extremely adept at determining what is or is not appropriate in social situations, and make decisions based on that knowledge. Sure, I'm willing to push a few boundaries, but I usually know right when to reel it in.That said, I do

Rogerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06302271969110496634noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7256594259216261931.post-4630329328525058562009-11-11T10:38:00.000-08:002009-11-18T06:38:40.345-08:00

Today I read to my daughter's elementary school at lunchtime, and while there I had cause to use the restroom, where I made the following observation: the hand soap they put in elementary school bathrooms is the same pink liquid that they used when I went to elementary school, a long, long time ago. This is both amazing and somewhat comforting. More importantly, it had the two qualities I look

Rogerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06302271969110496634noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7256594259216261931.post-7037758356384822562009-11-09T07:18:00.000-08:002009-11-18T06:38:26.351-08:00

Today, I have learned yet another bizarre bit of history: graham crackers were originally developed as a bland food made to discourage "carnal urges". Yes in 1829, one Reverend Sylvester Graham decided that spicy, flavorful foods were a bit too exciting for the average, easily-tempted yahoo, and that he needed to come up with a more innocuous comestible to curb our more animal desires. This is

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While discussing the fact that my previous list of interview questions to avoid would not apply when interviewing interns, the topic of Natural Light came up. For those not in the know, Natural Light is to beer what Paris Hilton is to actress: it's a loose affiliation at best. It is, however, a favorite of college kids, as it is dirt cheap and contains alcohol (something else it has in common

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I just won a writing contest, and I could not be more full of myself (okay, I could, but my lovely wife would stop talking to me, and that's no good). The contest was to write a creepy story in 140 characters or less - essentially, a Twitter story. I will now reproduce all of my entries, including the winning entry, for your enjoyment. (Warning: My entries do not have my usual language filter, so

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This morning, I had agreed to go into the Princess's school to discuss her weekly work sheet with her teacher, as not all items had been marked as completed and she had insisted they were done. I went in and discussed it with her teacher, who responded as I had expected - she had been out sick for four days, returning just in time for the Halloween festivities. As such, she was a little

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Once again, we come upon the time of year where we all encourage our kids to take candy from strangers, which would be viewed as hypocritical if there weren't potential Reese's peanut butter cups at stake. As the ever dutiful watcher over the denizens of the internet who wander through here, I offer the following helpful hints for keeping your kids safe this Halloween:Make sure your kids know

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In addition to making me a better person environmentally, my lovely wife also plays an important role in making me a better person in my household - defending our cat. For those that don't know, about eight years ago we picked up a Siamese cat. Given that all of my previous cats were of the "come to the barn and take a kitten" variety, I was not aware of the specific temperament of the Siamese

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One of the many things my lovely wife does for me is act as my social conscience. This means that when the grocery stores we frequent began selling reusable bags, she was the one that suggested we pick some of them up. Myself, I was contented collecting plastic bags, although in my defense I had intended to reuse them eventually. Having not yet found the time to put together a hang glider

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So, a guy was mauled to death by a bear in Russia, which in and of itself would not be newsworthy, what with the fact that Russia is lousy with bears. What makes it newsworthy is that the guy was mauled to death by a bear wearing figure skates. No, not the guy - the bear. While this is a tragedy to be sure, it didn't happen to me or anyone I know, so it has now inspired a new feature:Horrible

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Dear World,I haven't had Halloween yet. As Halloween does not occur until October 31st, and today is October 21st, I'm guessing you haven't had Halloween yet either. As such, I would appreciate it if you might accommodate the following request: stop talking about Christmas. Don't tell me how many shopping days I have left. Don't put away the skeletons and ghouls on display to sell Snoopy in a

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A conversation on Facebook has awakened a new creative outlet in me. I have decided that my new favorite activity is coming up with shopping lists for our local superstore (Meijer, in my case) that are designed to invoke a narrative for the poor cashier who would otherwise have nothing notable to talk about his or her day besides screaming toddlers and furious debates over the price of Spam. The

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As Fall slides through Michigan, bringing with it colder days and spectacular displays of colored leaves, some of us are forced to consider the impending Winter, and the heating bills that it will bring. Of course, in addition to the cost comes the consideration of the environmental impact of whatever method of heating that we each choose. My household uses natural gas, the cleanest of all fossil

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So, I'm reading one of the many blogs I follow, and this one on vaccinations and the people who protest them got me thinking about something important I've been meaning to mention to you guys. I understand that we here in America have an odd celebrity culture, and that we tend to idolize people for...bizarre reasons. It is because of this that I must pass along the following knowledge:Celebrities

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Yesterday, the Moose was acting up at the dinner table. As a result, I put him in time out. As he was already in a dinner chair, all I did was pulled the chair away from the table where he couldn't reach anything, so he ended up sitting behind me. As he railed against his being in time out, he showed his dissatisfaction by taking off one of his socks and throwing it at the back of my head.For me,

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I've been thinking a lot about workplace diversity lately. This is, in part, due to an email that went around my company suggesting that managers look around at their group and see how many of them share ethnicity, background, etc. with them. I reassured my manager that despite my appearance, I was actually a great employee to have around for diversity's sake as not only am I part Mexican, but I

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You know what I love? I love the fact that many companies have replaced the old standard automated answering systems where you press numbers to navigate menus to the new ones where you talk to them. This combines many of my favorite things like listening to crappy, ambient music no one would intentionally listen to, being misunderstood by a machine after I say exactly what it told me to, and

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At some point in the last century, it was decided that in order for a man to be sexy, he has to completely lack body hair. I don't who the originator of this concept was, although one is forced to suspiciously eye the major razor manufacturers. Either way, it has become the norm that magazine ads, romance novel covers, and the walls of mall stores I refuse to enter on principal are adorned with

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In my never ending efforts to bring my extensive experience and knowledge to you, good readers, today I continue my series of educational posts. Among my many talents, I happen to be an expert public speaker. Calling on that talent, today we provide:DLOG Presents: Public Speaking TipsFamiliarize yourself with the space you will be speaking in. This will help you become more at ease. It will also

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I am not what you would call someone with a green thumb. This does not bother me, first because I prefer all my digits remain their standard color if at all possible, but also because I am admittedly not real outdoorsy. Oh I mow the lawn when it's requested and all that, but beyond that and occasionally spraying bug killer on trees, I'm pretty well out of my element when it comes to plant

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So, Tuesday the FDA ban of "flavored" cigarrettes took effect. Apparently, the thinking is that the mint, fruit and candy flavored cigarettes appeal to a younger crowd, and by removing them from the market, they can help keep these young'ins from getting addicted. It's...interesting.I find this move confusing for a couple of reasons. First, they seem to be suggesting that the flavored cigarettes

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One of the best things about my place of employment is the on-site workout facilities. This means that I can exercise over lunch without having to shell out for a gym membership, which is awesome. The only catch is that it means that I am sharing locker facilities with coworkers, something I'm not entirely comfortable with.I've never been a big fan of the locker room in the first place. I'm not

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Saturday, I found myself running to my local grocery store. This is not unusual for me, however this particular trip was marked with an unfortunate occurrence. You see, once again a troop of Boy Scouts had set up shop outside of the exit, attempting to accost passer-bys and force unto them overpriced tins of popcorn.I do not abide by this.It's not that I begrudge the scouts their mission,

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If you're at work right now, look around you. Each day you come in and hang out with this group of people, but what do you really know about them? I mean sure, they look normal and all, but then so do you, and you know what a freak you are.Each of us takes the time to identify certain classes of coworkers for career reasons. Who is helpful to newcomers? Who is only out for themselves? Who is most

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In my never ending quest to figure out just what it is I am here on this planet to do(assuming that just being here so people can admire my stunning good looks isn't enough), I have had a minor epiphany. I will combine my love of writing, endless wisdom, and hamster-like short attention span and begin producing fortune cookie inserts. I'm putting together a sampling here. Now I just need to know

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This morning I received the email saying it was time for another annual employee poll. I will of course dutifully fill this one out like I always do, being honest and as serious as I can be (unlike email polls, which I treat quite differently). One of my cohorts suggested that the poll is, in part, self-fulfilling, by asking questions that alter the answer just my asking, such as whether or not

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A quick Google search shows that childhood obesity seems to be a pretty consistent issue with Americans right now. It's in the news all the time, with the primary focus being the cause. I see it all the time. It's too much fast food. It's sugary drinks and cereal. It's lack of exercise. While I'm sure these all add to the problem, I think that once again people are missing the question that needs

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Kids sharing bath timeWhen my daughter says the words,"Hey, there's poop in here".

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While purchasing groceries this weekend, I swung by the electronics department of the greatest store in the world, Meijer, in an effort to procure a screen protector for my beloved PSP (and no, they don't give me money for saying that, but I would seriously consider a sponsorship - call my people and we'll make this happen). I figured I have them for the DS and the iPhones, so I should probably

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What they were fighting about didn't matter. Someone said or did something. Or they didn't. Either way, it had devolved into the same fight they always had. He didn't listen. She didn't value his opinions. It would eventually end with her storming out of the room, leaving him to fume until time soothed them both and they got over it.Except this time, something changed.They were just getting to

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In Lancashire, England, the Rose 'n' Bowl pub has hosted the World Gravy Wrestling Championships. 440 gallons of expired gravy was used in the competition, won by Joel Hicks. The competition was done for charity to support a local hospital, and not, as one might assume, in an effort to raise awareness of the continued travesty of English people boiling meat.I a related story, a poll taken by the

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It's cop out week here at DLOG, as I am home with my lovely children, so instead of me trying to be funny, I'll point you to other people being funny. Today, I give you Sheldon, a comic by Dave Kellett about a boy, his grandpa, and his duck. It's clean, and it's made me laugh out loud more than once.http://www.sheldoncomics.comThe last one that made me laugh loud enough to be self conscious.

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I've mentioned in the past that I have what you might call an odd memory. I remember things that happened to me in my life, but I remember most of them the way other people remember something they read in a book once. I remember them factually, with no emotional connection to them. This leads to an almost total lack of nostalgia for damned near anything.The reason I'm thinking about this now is

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I have once again been banished from my own bedroom, forced to drag a mattress out in the basement and sleep there all by my lonesome. This punishment is not due to some slight of communication betwixt my lovely wife and myself causing undue strife in our marriage, nor is it because of a burrito-induced Dutch oven incident. I am not, in fact, in any kind of trouble. Rather I have moved to the

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I do my best not to be too quick to judge someone else's job performance. I'm sure we all have experiences that mold how we approach a task, and who am I to say which ideas are better than others. Nevertheless, once in a while I do see something that forces me to ask just what the hell someone was thinking. Today is such a day.See, I was expecting a package from UPS, and according to the tracking

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I'm a cat person for a few reasons. Cats are (mostly) dignified. They're small. I'm pretty sure I could take one in a fair fight. Mostly though, owning a cat doesn't rely on me following my pet around with a plastic bag on my hand waiting for something awful to occur.Now I know, however, that the alternatives are much worse.Specifically, I'm referring to PooTrap, a new fangled device used to skip

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When becoming a vegetarian, you learn all sorts of interesting and disturbing things about food. More interesting than this though is what you learn about people. Specifically, I have noticed trends in how people react to learning that I am a vegetarian, some of which completely baffle me. I've found that most people react in one of three ways.ConspiratoriallyThis first group only comes up when I

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Here's a suggestion to businesses. I understand that you want people to be relaxed and happy when they are there, and as such you might choose relaxing music to pipe into the place. The problem is that you have the one sound system typically, so whatever is playing in the main area is also playing in the restrooms. This needs to change. Lionel Ritchie or Micheal Bolton is fine if I'm there to

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As is often the case, this morning I faced the conundrum of clothing. I've discussed that one of the great benefits of being a computer programmer is that it allows me to dress like a high schooler. My concern is that as often as not, I take advantage of that opportunity. Thus, the nice dress shirt I ironed this morning got thrown over a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. The only reason this concerns

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Once in a while, I like to offer a little bit of the wisdom I've gathered through the years on this site. I was recently reminded of my prowess where public debates are concerned, and have decided that you good people could benefit from my experience. So, without further ado, I present:Dangerously Low On Grog's Debate TipsAlways start by researching your topic well. Try to use encyclopedias,

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Because the search functionality remains spotty, I've added a label menu so you can find some of my favorite posts by topic. That way, those that come here for the bathroom humor and zombie advice can skip all the other stuff. Enjoy!

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Assuming you haven't been living under a rock for the past few weeks, you've probably caught wind of the brouhaha that has been the health care protests. Essentially, town hall meetings all over the country are being disrupted by loud protesters who are touting claims of "death councils" and painting swastikas on public buildings. Unfortunately, this is now the cynosure of the national coverage,

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Recently, in an effort to stem sales being lost be counterfeiting, Gucci decided to sue credit processing companies for processing payments for fake Gucci products. They claim that the companies "not only supply the necessary marketplace for such transactions, they are full partners in those counterfeiting activities". Therefore it's perfectly reasonable to seek damages from these companies, who

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Like a lot of people, I've been thinking of ways to bring in more money. I'm not hurting or anything, but a little extra cash is always welcome. Unfortunately, this is difficult because people like money, so no one wants to give me any of theirs, and I don't know anyone about to croak, so inheritance is out. Then I had a brilliant idea.I can sell advertising on my car.Seriously, people pay all

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So, you've decided that you have the charm and charisma stats, and the time is right to start your own cult. You're tempted by the siren song of rabid followers who will do your bidding without question. Who wouldn't be, right? Well, as someone who has his own aspirations of world domination, I'm done some research and I'm here to give you some helpful suggestions when starting this endeavor.1.

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Dangerously Low On Grog is taking a brief hiatus while the author staves off an illness and gets his %#@$ together. During this time, we encourage you to browse the extensive archives or look at the posts I like the best. I would suggest the search box, but that's currently broken and hopefully being looked at by our good friends at Google.

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There was this time a few weeks ago where I was having gastrointestinal issues. I dealt with them by taking a couple of laxatives. Then I forgot about it and made lunch, which consisted of a couple of spicy, black bean burgers covered in yellow peppers and hot deli mustard.Now, thanks to these people, that is no longer the worst idea ever.The good people at Cremation Solutions have come up with

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Today I got word that my old stomping ground of Kalamazoo, Michigan has managed to get a petition put forth to repeal measures that made it illegal to discriminate against homosexuals for housing and employment purposes. Yes, in a time of unprecedented change and social progress, Kalamazoo has a group of concerned citizens who are actively fighting the powers that be, powers that tried to prevent

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Once again, despite my best efforts, I have allowed information about politics to enter my brain. I would blame my wife and her habit of putting on MSNBC when we go to bed, but that doesn't work because a) she's not forcing me to listen to it and b)my wife has no natural faults, and blaming her for something suggests otherwise. Regardless of how this came to pass, I'm forced to face yet another

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As I was walking out of our local grocery store, my eye was drawn to the big bulletin board where people post ads and business cards and whatnot. Right in the middle was an ad for stump grinding. I recalled my father-in-law saying something about having someone out to grind a stump once, and was reminded that I have no idea what the heck that means.I know that the idea is that a tree stump is to

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When I got my iPhone, it came with an automatic email signaure. For those of you that aren't tied to a computer that you carry around and pretend it's a phone, people who send emails from their phone set these up. As I recall, all it said was something like "Sent from my iPhone", which struck me as kind of obnoxious. It was like I was sending an advertisement with every message. "This email

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Today, as of roughly 12:19 AM, I became an uncle. Now, I just came off of a big birthday weekend, what with the Princess turning seven yesterday and having not one but two parties, so I'm in a birthday mindset. The thing is, I realized that they make all kinds of birthday card except one. So once again, it's up to me to state the obvious, million-dollar idea, and then count on the kindness of

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Okay, I'm going to give you a list of actors and actresses, and you tell me what they all have in common. Ready?Tracy Morgon, comedian, actor and Saturday Night Live Alumni.Sam Rockwell, an actor know for being featured in popular independant films.Steve Buscemi, a genius known for playing the nervous and paranoid in such films as Reservoir Dogs, The Big Lebowski, and Fargo.Penelope Cruz, an

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I dedicate today's blog to the passing of a great American talent. The recent rash of celebrity deaths (not to be mistaken with the recent rash of celebrity rashes) can be overwhelming, and some of the lesser players may not get the press of a Walter Cronkite of Michael Jackson. This would be a true injustice in this case, as the death involved one of my personal favorite television

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Some of you may have noticed the new link to the left where I'm asking you to vote for my entry in a writing contest over at Telltale Games. If you're anything like me, you're pausing to look at the back of your hands right now, fingers together with thumbs outstretched to determine which forms an "L" and is therefore your left. That's fine...we'll wait. Got it? Okay then, carrying on. So, I

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I'm officially back to not wanting to see anything having to do with politics thanks to this whole Sotomayor business. As I was listening to another Republican bring up the "wise Latina" bit for the fiftieth time (I suspect that the plan was to annoy her until she decided it wasn't worth it), I realized once again that this whole confirmation process that was being televised had absolutely

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We have someone in my pod of cubicles who places small toys randomly around the room. This may sound strange, but I find it vaguely comforting, as it means I'm not the only one with toys at the office. Anyway, last week, one of the tiny ducks on someone's wall picked up a companion in the form of an R4-E1 unit.Someone referred to it as R2, and while I tried my best to suppress it, my inner nerd

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There are times where I grow desperate with my situation, times when I feel the need to change something drastic. Given the fact that I'm not the "abandon your family to wander the Earth, meet people and have adventures like Caine from Kung Fu" type, this leaves me with pondering a career change. Specifically, I'm thinking about starting my own business.Now I know a lot of people start their own

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Today we'll cover a tip from our "learning from the mistakes of others" department with regards to online shenanigans. Let us say, hypothetically, that you use Facebook. Let us say that someone that you are related to uses Facebook as well, for example your teenage child.Now, it's an established fact that teenagers have an amazing way of doing dumb things. It's not their fault. They're young.

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