OK…so if you watch the video, you can see that I’m not pleased with C.P. Morgan. So much so that I was willing to put my face on the Internet to express my displeasure. I was in the middle of a 3-day debacle that ended up with me completely replacing my upstairs toilet. I was a bit honked off because changing a flapper valve costs about $5 and takes about 5 minutes.
So basically what got me to that point (in the video) was that I was trying to replace that flushing column (for lack of a better term). In order to do that I had to: remove the ballcock assembly (which was destroyed in the process because it was cheap), remove the tank from the bowl (by unscrewing corroded bolts – which sucked), and remove the old flushing column (that wouldn’t unscrew because of the sediment on the threads…and the fact that is was made of cheap plastic). Which pretty much led me to realize that I needed a new toilet, because I didn’t want to put $30 of parts and time into that old crapper.
At that point I had to remove the old toilet by unscrewing the mounting bolts on the bottom. I started to back off the threads, but some C.P. Morgan flunky had cut them with bolt cutters (or something) and mashed the threads. So, my only resort was to loosen them as much as possible and hope that I could rotate the bowl and take it off anyway. Luckily it worked and all I had to do was take off the old wax ring and start anew.
On a side note, I’m way to immature to have a clean, unsecured toilet sitting around the house not to take goofy pictures of myself. (Also: I love that the dogs are completely unaffected by my behavior). After I finished screwing around with these, I did manage to get the new commode in and 12 hours later…it’s still not leaking. Let’s all hope for the best.
Also, I’ve been sick recently…and since I’m unemployed, I’ve been trying to sleep some during the day to fight back the hantavirus or whatever the hell I’ve got. Which got me thinking about something entirely stupid and inconsequential:
When are you “going back to sleep”…and when are you “taking a nap”? I got up at 7:30, had Connor to school by 9:00, and was back in bed by 10:30. I’d been up 3 hours….was I “going back to sleep” or ”taking a nap”? If I had gotten up at 5:00 or 6:00 (a.m.), would it have been a nap for sure? Is this all determined by how long you’ve been up…or does the specific time of day have something to do with it? Are there no naps before noon? Do you have to be up 4+ hours to take a nap? Or are you going back to bed if it’s any time before 11:00 (a.m.), etc.?
Anyway I know it’s totally random and irrelevant, but it’s been on my mind. Now if you’ll excuse me, it’s 11:45 (p.m.) and I have to go to sleep.
I was at the store this week and ran into some “Yo Gabba Gabba” items in the toy aisle. I’m not familiar with the show (outside of what I see on The Soup), but I’ve got to tell you that just looking at this picture…makes me feel like I should be in line for an involuntary urine test.
I imagine this is what someone on a “Yo Gabba” trip must have hallucinated in the early 80′s. Clearly DJ Lance Rock (yes…that’s really his name…I just looked it up) is on the fabled “brown acid” from Woodstock. He’s bumpin’ some King of Rock, or My Adidas by Run D.M.C. with his peeps while they’re checking out his Bob Marley black-light poster.
They’re all stocked up on Doritos, Ben & Jerry’s, Twinkies, Frozen Pizzas… and just got back from Taco Bell. Plex (the yellow robot) brought his California Raisins smoking apparatus and his DVDs: Pineapple Express, Cheech & Chong, Beavis & Butt-Head, & Super Troopers. Everything is going well until:
Captain Tampon (didn’t catch his name) starts having a bad trip. “Are you a cop? If you are…you have to tell me”, he begins shouting as he runs in circles with his hands in the air. “Heaven’s Gate Away Team had the right idea…where are my sweatpants and my Nike’s?” he continues as the rest of the crew tackle him to the ground.
I know that was a long way around the block, but those toys/that show freak me out. I highly (nopun intended) suggest that anyone working in law enforcement around the Nickelodeon studios should be planning a sting operation immediately. You can only hide behind “it’s a kid’s show” for so long. Come on C.I.A.! Get a NARC in there now. There could be some Colombian drug lord writing the “scripts” if you can call them that.
I’m just thankful that my son doesn’t really watch much TV; however, we do enjoy the occasional Sponge-Bob! And tomorrow morning, that porous little guy is going to make my life so much easier. Connor (my 4-year-old) isn’t that fond of getting up in the morning…so I got him this Sponge-Bob alarm clock at (begin sending hate-mail) Wal-Mart today for $15. He’s actually excited about waking up with an alarm like his Dad…I really pulled the fleece over his eyes, I know. It’s all good and well at 10:45pm, let’s see what little Plankton does tomorrow morning when seagulls are waking him up.
Well my birthday is on Monday and I just got a card from my dad in the mail. He sent me a check with the above memo. I’m out of a job…so I need to cash it, but I’m tempted to keep it because of how damned funny that is.
I must confess that last night I was in a hurry and needed some fast food while I was running errands. I stopped at McBlockage’s and got the old stand-bye “#2″ value meal. After consuming what was certainly “fast”, I remembered why I eat their “food” about once every year or two. I also recalled that regardless of what you order, it all turns into the “#2″ value meal anyway. Next time I’ll just pull over on the side of the road and see if there’s an overfilled storm drain…and just eat out of that. Couldn’t be any worse…and I wouldn’t have paid $4 for it either.
Where’s the Pepto?
OK…so I’m sure that some of you know that I’ve had a bad week this week. I washed & dried my 2GB memory stick (can you imagine it doesn’t work now?), I’m having strange horizontal hold issues with my PS3 (my sanity!!), Windows Media Player 10 keeps locking up my computer (Bill Gates!!), and I got “laid off” from my job on Thursday too (I’m sure they’re going to call me right back…)
But what’s got me most disturbed is what happened to me at the library yesterday. I had 3 Damien Rice CDs and a DVD for Connor. My library card scanned that I had 5 items to pickup (quick math…I’m missing one). It went down like this (EK=Me, LL=Library Lady):
- EK – Do I have another item back there?
- LL – I don’t see one
- EK – No big deal…it’ll show up and I’ll get it later.
- LL – I’ll scan your card and see if I can find it
- EK – That’s ok…no biggie.
- LL – That’s my job… no problem.
- EK – OK…here you go. I can’t even remember what I even requested.
- LL – Oh…it came in today. Here’s your JUSTIN TIMBERLAKE CD.
- EK – (Mortified) … Oh thanks.
- LL – Wasn’t he great last night?
- EK – (Scanning the room) What? Oh…was he on the Grammy’s? I don’t usually keep track of those shows, etc.
- LL – Me either, but I have a teenage girl at home.
- EK – (Frantically scanning the CD) … OK Thanks….
I was more embarrassed than the first time (or the last time for that matter) that I bought condoms! It seemed like the Library Lady was going over the intercom or with a megaphone or something…and time slowed down (see: Time Dilation) so it took forever for me to get out of there.
So, now you all know…I do occasionally enjoy listening to pop music as a guilty pleasure. I also dabble in rap & hip-hop, but that doesn’t embarrass me like pop does. There’s certainly more of a hard-ass aura surrounding rap…and people accept that there’s got to be hip-hop to dance to (even if you’re like me and don’t dance). But pop is kind of like…”Oh, here’s your Justin CD…and your pink leotard came in today too”. I may have to switch to a different library…
Something small that’s getting on my nerves this morning is Man-Ray from Spongebob. Man-Ray (along with the Dirty Bubble) fights Spongebob’s superhero idols Mermaid-Man and Barnacle Boy. I thought I’d be able to quickly find a funny picture on Google images (maybe the one where Man-Ray shows Spongebob & Patrick his checks with poodles on them), but it took me 10-15 minutes just to get the one above.
Apparently there was some artist (painter/photographer, etc) named Man Ray also…and I keep getting nakes lady butt pictures!
Now, didn’t this tortured soul know that eighty years after he took this picture that I’d need a goofy Spongebob picture for my profile? How self-centered…artists…
Hey sports fans! If you happen to live in Arizona and you were offended by Comcast showing 30 seconds of porn, you can hit them up for a whole $10!
So if you want to have the (aforementioned) “talk” with your kids about why the nice lady on TV was helping the excitable guywith his zipper, you can do so over a dinner at McDonald’s (hold the McFlurrys). Well…I guess you could really only take out one kid…and you’d better be a single parent…and don’t biggie size…and jeesh…how much is tax on food now….????
Hey Phelps…guess what? My son’s Spiderman V-Tech probably has a digital camera in it. You can certainly smoke a lot of pot at home with the $100,000,000 dollars that you stand to lose in endorsement deals. I know this sounds crazy, but you may want to take a quick moral assessment of those around you before engaging in illegal activities.
Michael, be on the lookout for narcs…these people can be easily identified by one or more of these telling traits:
- They weren’t your friend before you could out-swim the shark from Jaws
- They’re trying to bum just enough money for a chalupa and a mexican pizza
- They are pointing a digital camera at you as you light up your bong
Just keep an eye out for any of these little “tells” before you smoke up any of your swimming endorsements. (Since so many swimmers have made out like Tiger Woods and Michael Jordan….I’m sure you don’t need to worry about screwing that up).
I wanted to at least mention Christian Bale too. No rant here…the guy is money. Do you see those two pictures up top? He went from 180lbs down to 120lbs for The Machinist (against doctor’s orders)…and he wanted to go lower. The man is a ridiculous method actor…he doesn’t even speak with his accent while doing press for American films. Oh…and immediately after The Machinist was done he started filming Batman Begins. He’s been awesome in everything I’ve seen him in…even if the movie itself blows.
So if anyone gets a pass for having a tirade at work, it’s this guy.
You can download the .mp3 of his rant here.
OK…for starters, I was on a (very long, boring, pointless…) teleconference/webinar yesterday. Within 15 minutes I was bored enough to start going through the attendee list…and I noticed that I was online with “Jim Boner” & “Olga Arreola”. Spelling aside for Ms. Arreola, I felt this was so unbelievable that I had to do a screen capture for posterity. I mean really, without heading down the “clever adult film star” names route…what else is there to say about that!? I wonder if Olga is sister to Helga from Citizen’s Gas? If so, I don’t think I’d be interested in sampling any of her “acting”.
The good news is that since I was taking my conference call from home, I was able to utilize my “mute” button and get in some practice on Guitar Hero… I mean I was checking my e-mails…
Enough all ready! I get it…snow is a miracle. No two flakes are the same…amazing…now how about making it show up on a day that I don’t have to drive out into Dante’s hell? It’s me, Connor, Dante, and Virgil in the car for over an hour for an 8 mile trip. I’d complain about the (lack of) snow removal in Indianapolis; however, the last time a Kintzel bitched too much about government & snow plows, a man died.
[Side note: February 22, 2003 - On the way home from a Toad the Wet Sprocket concert in Cincinnatti, there was a horrible snow storm. There were four of us in the car: Me, Amber, Fred (dad), and Garret. The roads were amazingly un-plowed...and Garret was driving his new Nissan Sentra. Dad was saying how the state resources were mismanaged, etc...and how badly Governor Frank O'Bannon sucked. He was dead that September. I guess Dad put the Kintzel-Curse on him.]
A guy who’s tired of knowing exactly where his snow-shovel is
At the risk of sounding too self-important, I get the daily Inside Indiana Business e-mail…and had two articles in yesterday’s that I just had to comment on.
First of all…the one above. File this under “No Shit”. So, the housing market was a little soft last year? Really? That’s the first I’m hearing of any of this. I’ll have my people get on it and call a mandatory webinar with appropriate action items. Be sure to dial in 10 minutes early so that you can wait around for the dunces who call right on time but are having “technical problems” and hold up everyone else anyway.
Three guys working for the Indiana Dept. of Transportation found $130,000 and immediately called the police. They were each handed $1,000 (or 2.3% of their share of the overall find) from the governor and a pat on the back. To be honest, I’d take the other $127,000 and pat myself on the back for keeping my damned mouth shut.
Or…there’s always the possiblity that these guys found like $250,000, kept $120,000, and still managed to get their pictures taken with the governor.
Either way…the moral to the story is that (per the Indiana Government): Honesty = 2.3% of Keeping Your Mouth Shut