Showing posts with label day of infamy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label day of infamy. Show all posts

Tuesday, February 9, 2010

Day of Infamy 2.1

Good Afternoon Ladies & Gentlemen,

Not much to report with me…but sadly, a few of my friends in Vegas have had their own Day of Infamy now. They have a few months to prepare, so plenty of time to figure out what they want to do & where they want to go…but still, I know it sucks. I’ve been there. I’m trying to help out as best I can…and I’d appreciate any suggestions that I could pass along to Bubbles & Barbie. I’m sure they’ll be fine…but you know. Other than that, just spent most of last night chatting on Facebook with Lilie, Angel, K-Fish and others while talking on the phone & posting a blog entry. My multitasking skills extend to the home apparently…and I do it flawlessly…except for typing errors & random laughter, I’m sure. So without further ado, here’s the news…

Angelina to the Rescue - The U.N. refugee agency says its goodwill ambassador Angelina Jolie is heading to Haiti to meet with earthquake victims. The Hollywood star spoke with hospitalized Haitian survivors in the neighboring Dominican Republic on Monday. UNHCR spokesman Andrej Mahecic said Jolie would travel to Haiti later Tuesday. He provided no details of her planned itinerary for security reasons (but I’m sure TMZ will be there). Jolie has previously visited Iraq, Thailand, Pakistan and other countries with UNHCR. It’s great to see a celebrity like Angelina really going out and raising awareness & doing something. Kudos. However, I’m just kind of picturing the scene of her arrival. Huddled masses seek shelter from the harsh, unforgiving conditions. It has been days since their last food or water. Their bodies are weak, their minds numb with pain, worry & fear. Suddenly there is a commotion nearby. What could it be? Out steps this gorgeous woman (and I mean… daaaaaaaamn) in a simple white frock handing out water & rations, hugging children, smiling with a radiance that seems to dim the very sun. An angel has saved us. She kneels down to an elderly woman lying in the fetal position. “Here, have some water.” The elderly woman turns to gaze upon this messenger standing over her, offering her salvation. “I am ready, my Lord.” Trust me. It’s gonna happen.

Swimsuit Edition - Model Brooklyn Decker landed the coveted Sports Illustrated Swimsuit cover this year. The 22-year-old wife of tennis star Andy Roddick said being chosen for the front is "the news of a lifetime." The cover photo of Decker smiling in a yellow bikini (sort of) is a departure from the more sultry look that SI had gone for the past few years, she said (Yeah, the whole “whoopsy, I lost my swimsuit” angle with a mischievous smile, that’s not sultry at all). She compared it to covers from the 1980s or '90s, when Elle Macpherson won her covers with a friendly, sun-loving look. SI keeps the cover photo a secret (even from the models) until less than 24 hours before it's revealed. Decker said now the mad dash was on to find outfits for TV appearances that will come with the gig. (Her closet of swimsuits wasn't right for winter, she joked.) As for Roddick? He's relieved the five-time SI Swimsuit model can check the cover-girl box and won't be as nervous next February when the next edition comes out. Decker says she is an avid sports fan, and, as a teenager in North Carolina, ran hurdles for the track team, played soccer and participated in competitive cheerleading. She has no great diet or exercise secret, she said, other than to be active and eat sensibly (and purging never hurt…I’m just kidding, I love big girls & hate the Media, remember?). "I still don't know the formula for the cover (36-24-36 plus / minus 2?). It's luck, the perfect suit and perfect storm to get it." Decker said, though, that because Sports Illustrated encourages a natural look (less makeup, toned muscles, curvy shape, rrrrrrrrrr) it's easier to get a great photograph. "This celebrates the girls and their personalities. I think it's why they get such beautiful pictures." Congratulations!!! Not only have you landed the cover of Sports Illustrated…but you also successfully got a Jay-Z / Li’l Wayne song stuck in my head. “HELLOOOO BROOKLYYYYYYN!!!”

Beer Better Than Milk? – Not entirely sure why I’m thinking about cold filtered beer & milk after talking about a supermodel but…oh well. Beer drinkers now have a good excuse to order another round. A study has found that the brew may help keep bones strong. Researchers from the Department of Food Science & Technology at the University of California have found beer is a rich source of silicon (tehehehe, still don’t know why) and may help prevent osteoporosis, as dietary silicon is a key ingredient for increasing bone mineral density (not that bone). These were the findings after researchers tested 100 commercial beers for silicon content and categorized the data according to beer style and source. Previous research has suggested beer contained silicon but little was known about how silicon levels varied with the different types of beer and malting processes. "We have examined a wide range of beer styles for their silicon content and have also studied the impact of raw materials and the brewing process on the quantities of silicon that enter wort and beer," researcher Charles Bamforth said in a statement. The study, published in the Journal of the Science of Food and Agriculture, found the beers' silicon content ranged from 6.4 milligrams per liter to 56.5 mg per liter. The average person's silicon intake each day is between 20 and 50 mgs. The researchers found there was little change in the silicon content of barley during the malting process as most of the silicon in barley is in the husk, which is not affected greatly during malting. They found pale ales showed the highest silicon content while non-alcoholic beers (barley juice?), light lagers and wheat beers had the least silicon. "Beers containing high levels of malted barley and hops are richest in silicon. Wheat contains less silicon than barley because it is the husk of the barley that is rich in this element." But Bamforth told reporters that the results shouldn't be taken too serious. The study examined the beers but it did not look at bone mineral density or analyze patients' data. "I would first consider flavor and whether you like it or not," he told science and technology magazine Discover. "Choose the beer you enjoy, for goodness sake." Amen. So do you want strong bones and to make women around you prettier? Have another beer!!! This one’s for you, Doc!!!

I’m So Hungry I Could Eat… - What goes well with beer? “Everything!!!” Everything? Well, a traditional Emirati restaurant in Dubai has added a new entree to its menu billed as a fat-free choice for carnivorous but health-conscious diners: the Camel Burger. For 20 UAE dirhams ($5.45), the Local House restaurant offers a quarter pound camel burger, loaded with cheese and smothered in burger sauce (also fat-free?), the Xpress weekly newspaper reported on Thursday. Ali Ahmad Esmail, Local House assistant manager, told the paper that the burger patties were fat- and cholesterol-free. But he declined to say how the outlet tenderized the tough camel meat. "It's a trade secret," he said. Probably has something to do with Rocky Balboa. Camel meat is widely eaten in some Arab countries, but is not typically sold in supermarkets or served in restaurants. The paper reported that Local House said it was the first to introduce the burger in the United Arab Emirates. A fast food outlet in neighboring Saudi Arabia put baby camel burgers on its menu last year (mmm, that sounds deliciously evil). The camel burger, a hit with residents and tourists, could soon also be on offer in the Burj Khalifa, the world's tallest tower formerly known as Burj Dubai, where Local House may open a branch, the paper said. (Alas, they just announced the other day that the tower is closing for a few months due to electrical problems. See, I follow this kind of stuff. No, YOU’RE a nerd!!!) The burger is served with fries or potato wedges, and the paper suggested it could be washed down with a soft drink or a camel milkshake (oh God, I just puked a little), also available in Dubai. I was all for that until the milkshake. I don’t trust it. I’ve seen too many episodes of the “Wildboyz” or something to trust that. Anyway, if you’re ever in Dubai, maybe check out the camel burgers. “This burger’s ugh…a little dry.” “Is 125 degrees outside, my friend. What the f**k do you expect?” “Still I…” “No, is okay. I understand. How about I make you fresh milkshake to help wash that down? I’ll be back in…about ten minutes. I ugh…just need to find some ice.” No, I never worked in the fast food industry… nor complained.

Panda Update – Now for the most delicious animal of all. It was like getting a cat out of a tree…but Sichuan style. Villagers in southwestern China's Sichuan province discovered a panda stranded on a steep mountain face, apparently too scared to climb down, state media reported Tuesday. Villagers didn't dare attempt a rescue of the endangered animal but called animal conservationists and fed the panda bananas (hmm…wonder if he liked them) while they waited for help, the China Central Television report said. "The panda is a national treasure, so everyone's scared to hurt it," a local forestry official was quoted as saying. The giant panda, estimated to be about 3-4 years old, was eventually lured from behind a tree with more bananas (I guess so) and managed to scramble off the mountain. Only about 1,600 pandas live in the wild, mostly in Sichuan. Another 120 are in Chinese breeding facilities and zoos, and about 20 live in zoos outside China. Now, this doesn’t have much to do with the story…but I wonder if the diet of a panda has a lot to do with their inability to reproduce. I know it does in the fact that they spend basically 95% of their waking moments eating and the other 5% being stuck on mountain faces…but have the researchers tried foods that are aphrodisiacs? I hear bananas have some nutrients for that…but wouldn’t it be awesome if the key to saving pandas…was feeding them oysters & pumpkin pie? Or maybe their stomachs are a little different so…maybe it’s like bananas and…I don’t know, small unwanted children? Listen up, People’s Republic of China!!! Two birds, one stone. That’s all I’m saying. You already stole Panda Porn from me, you might as well take credit for this idea too. At least it’ll help save the pandas. No need to thank me, just pay it forward.

On that note (starting with an angelic Angelina and ending up feeding children to bears), I’m going to wrap this up. Thanks again for listening…er, reading. Again, if you have any suggestions to help out Bubbles, Barbie or anybody else looking for a job, please feel free to share with me. There’s a lot of good people struggling out there…and I have some experience & ideas…but I’m always looking to expand my repertoire. Oh yeah, French vocabulary. What now? It’s snowing beautifully outside. Wish you were all here to share it by the fireplace…but alas, maybe the warmth of laughter will help relay the sentiment. Have a great night everybody!!!

Thursday, March 26, 2009

Day of Infamy - Take Two

Good Evening Ladies & Gentlemen,

So yesterday, I ugh…found out that my position within the company is no longer, my job duties that were already those of two positions…will be absorbed by others and my services will no longer be needed…in three weeks (one of which I'll be enjoying the sun of California…which is much better than the chaotic blizzard going on outside the window right now). Basically I've been laid off. Was it completely unexpected? No. I was expecting more of a reduced hours speech than a "severance package" and "referral" speech…but I've been up to date on current events. Am I completely unprepared for it? No. Went through this to a lesser extent last year with the first Day of Infamy…and I have a well-established network of fantastic family & friends all across the nation. This is just a crash course…since the lease on my apartment runs out at the end of April (a few days after my birthday). I spent last night letting a few people know and asking if they knew anywhere that was hiring off hand. Oddly enough, I was looking for jobs for friends in the area yesterday before the sit-down with Boss Man…but yeah, it's funny how things work out. Am I the only one this is happening to? Hell no. There's even a few in my department…and a bunch throughout the company…and a sh*t load around the world. It's a sad truth…and it's about time that it caught up with me, I guess.


By the way, I went home…and told a few people…but not everybody. My dad doesn't even know yet. I'll probably tell him tonight now that I know more. Nor have I told Bubbles (she's in Disneyland and I don't want to ruin her vacation by having her worry about me). Nor have I told Brooklynsince it is her birthday…and it should be about her. I also didn't want to explain everything to everybody at that point...because it was all in the air...and I wanted to be educated about possibilities before talking to most people. "Are you moving back?" I don't know what's out there, let me get back to you on that. That's why.


One person that I did tell was my brother…but over a text message. I wrote "Pop Quiz: What has an eight inch cock and just got laid off?" He wrote back, "Nice." I wrote back, "Not really…but thanks." He wrote back, "Funny." I thought it was rather odd. Anyway, so then I talked to my mom for a while last night…and she reminded me what today was…his 2nd wedding anniversary (How could I have forgotten?). Of course, with he & his wife being separated because she's a crazy crack whore, he was already down a full bottle of Tequila Rose and was apparently "pleasant to talk to" which is odd because my mom & brother tend to argue a lot. So I gave him a call…and we talked for a few minutes…and it was obvious that he was a little tipsy…but not too bad. I could understand most of what he said. So then I asked him about the text earlier. "Oh yeah, congratulations on getting some bro. It's about time. Who was it?" Now it all makes sense. He completely blocked out the last word of my initial text. So I dropped the bomb on him that I actually got laid OFF. "Oh really? That sucks bro. So when are you moving back?" We then celebrated his anniversary in the fashion that we had celebrated the previous one and his honeymoon…in the Vegas tradition of shots and well wishes for the coming year.


So what happens now? As you know, I'll probably bore myself (and maybe my readers) with lists of Pros & Cons and analysis of possible new adventures. Where will I end up a month from now? Still in my ultrasexy apartment atop the Mile High City? Back home in Utah? Maybe Vegas' sweet bosom will find a way to swallow me up just in time for summer? Will the Lost City of New Orleans make it worth my while to live underwater? Will I find a job in the beautiful city of Salzburg singing tunes from "The Sound of Music"? Will I use my degrees in Marketing to help the next upstart franchise like the UFL's Las Vegas Knights? Or maybe the LFL's Denver Dream? Will I become an unemployed gigolo that works out of my dad's basement? Will I finally grow the balls to rob a bank…and roll around naked in money? Will I focus on my writing and become the next Hunter S. Thompson making literary masterpieces of erotica fueled by a quick temper, ambitious groin and enough drugs to make Keith Richards blush? Will I return to selling my seed to science to make a new & improved race of European Mutt warriors? Will I hijack the Travel Channel and convince them to give me a show like Samantha Brown…or the little girl gets it? Will I finally score a dream job like Professional Panda Porn Director (instead of just amateur)? Or manager of a bacon & chocolate factory operated by big-breasted sexbots? Will I resort once again to man-whoring? Who knows? But I do know this…I have one month to figure it all out.


Honestly, I'm not bitter about it. I know sacrifices had to be made…and I was the new kid on the block. The Bosses are even sadder to see me go than I am. It just means more work for them…and I'm pretty tasty eye candy. They're being all kinds of supportive and telling me all the different options (worst-case, they're going to end up paying me for the next three months anyway because I've been with the company for so long) and they're making calls on my behalf. I really couldn't have asked for a better situation…short of actually being able to continue working here. Like I said, I'm actually kind of surprised it took this long. The only thing that I'm not really looking forward to…is having to move again. That sh*t's a pain in the testicles…even without a hernia. I have a lot of crap. Luckily, the lease on my apartment running out soon so I don't have to worry about that…and if anybody wants to come on down for one last Birthday / Going Away / Homecoming / Bon Voyage to a New Adventure / Random Reason to Get Drunk Party here on the 34th floor in the big city…then please feel free to stop on by in the next few weeks. Sooner the better because towards the end my apartment may be full of boxes again.


Now, let me run through the 5 Stages of Grief…as I took them in the past 24 hours or so.

1. Denial - "Are you sh*tting me? Where's the camera, Boss Man? You got me good." Some may say that I live my whole life in denial...but what do doctors really know?
2. Anger - "Really? No reduced hours or anything? Straight to 'your job has been eliminated?' That sucks." Along with a few curse words when I got home…but only a few. Living so close to work though, they may have been able to hear me. So good.
3. Bargaining - "Let's just pretend we never had this conversation (crackling knuckles)"

4. Depression - "Lame." Oddly enough, I didn't shed a single tear…which I wish I could say about others in the department at news of their employment status…but the situation sucks.

5. Acceptance - Obviously it took me about…thirty seconds to realize that dwelling on the situation isn't going to do much good…and I should just start finding solutions…because like Edison said, "Life's 10% what happens to you and 90% how you react to it." I've already spent most of the day calling up my network of family, friends, acquaintances and business partners to see what the hell there is out there for a tall, good-looking, well-educated, well-endowed white chocolate man with a tasty coconut crust, great work ethic, intriguing sense of humor and a bunch of new suits seeking employment…and I'm already kind of liking what I've heard…but worst-case, I have a pretty good fallback net back at the old job (with a significant paycut) and I can go back to living in my dad's basement…but he had to completely renovate it since it flooded last year…so even better. My mom has already offered her basement too…but she lives in the mountains like a f**king hermit. It'd be a nice location for me to concentrate on my erotic novel writing…and to bring the ladies for research.


I guess what my point is…no need to worry about your good buddy $teve. He'll be okay. It's just going to be a bit of a pain in the ass and/or groin for the next few weeks…but I'm completely surrounded by better people than I deserve, have everything that an employer could want, have no problem with being a complete drain on society if absolutely necessary, and a taste of the American Dream that always seems to be on the tip of my tongue. I believe in hard work. I believe in Obama. I believe in Harvey Dent. I believe in Fate. I believe in a thing called Love (justlistentotherhythmofmyheaaaart). I believe that I am the luckiest man alive and this is only a little crack in the sidewalk on the road to the intersection of Pleasure & Life. I only wish that more people out there could be as lucky as me in these hard, troubling times…but I also believe that we can pull together and make the World a greater place everyday. Maybe this is just the kick out the door that I needed.


Denver's a wonderful city…and I'm truly blessed to have lived here (or continue living here depending on what I find out over the next few weeks). I've been surrounded by great people and learned a lot of new traits that will only help me further my career, wherever it may be...and there's a whole world out there. Literally HUNDREDS of countries that I have yet to explore, thousands of cultures that I have yet to be a part of, stories to be told that I have yet to experience, so much out there to do…and so little time to do it in. I’m going to be okay. Don't you dare fret over little old me. I'll be fine as frog's hair.


Anyway, just thought that I'd let you all know what's going on. Sorry if this isn't as hilarious or informative as the usual entry…but whatever. It's my blog and I'll do what I want. Have a great day everybody!!! Big thanks to everybody for the well wishes!!! I'm sure that I'll see y'all again real soon like.


P.S. Seriously though, if any of you want to come out to Denver for one last HURRAH on top of the big city, I'm totally down for it. Help me get rid of some of this booze before I have to move again. Love y'all madly.

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