Candy lips

Saw this in an add for Contreau Margarita in the back of City fashion mag. I thought it was pretty!

I am the Debil!

Yes, this is something I would do :D

from the site Toothpaste for Dinner.

In Rememberence

Of Chris Benoit
May God find you peace
May you entertain us in the afterlife
With our brothers in arms
That have passed on before you

The James uses the inverted blogger to usurp your brainwaves! ahahahah!

Random stuffage

The above are from the trip to Cherokee Norma and I took in 2006.

I am very tired. We have a Wii. Norma is having a birthday next month, she'll be 19.

We're taking the kitty in to the vet tomorrow for a regular checkup and to get flea stuff.

I've been offered a position with Insight, and I'm 80% leaning to take it.

This is freaky.

Yes you do need to be home, turd..

So... Guy calls in to Charter, has an upstream signal of 64, highest it should ever go to is 55. Since this guy refused to be home, and refused to supple me with a best contact number, I left his w/o with a precall to the number listed on the account. Customer then stated if I don't get him someone out there to just check his outside lines, then he'll cancel all services and look for another provider. Well, retention will like to hear your voice now, goodbye, because I can't gurantee that. In addition, any other provider will tell you the same thing:

"Yes, you need to be home for us to check out the issue, and yes, we do have weekend appointments. If you call in on a Sunday wanting it fixed tonight, tough luck and wait till next weekend. You're not the only person who works you know? What do you think I'm doing here on a Sunday listening to you complain about 'People Work You know!!!?!!?!?' you turd."

I've been doing this job for two and a half years, and trust me, the appointment availability is vastly improved from what it was when I started buddy. If you had called in two years ago for the same RF issue, it would've taken a minimum of two and a half to three weeks to get someone out. Yes you can live without internet at your home, you know you could actually go into work for a change instead of VPN-ing from home where you can masturbate to kiddy porn while doing your churches banking and books. You can go to a real store to buy things keeping those in your community in business. You can use a regular phone to call your dad, or even use the regular old fashioned postal mail to send something from the heart on this Fathers day. There is life outside of the internet, teach your children this and take them out to the park. To a national park especially to learn that all this energy they waste on the intargnat is destroying that which supplies us life.

And I'm back...

Went to Norma's parents on our days off, long story short, everythings okay, you really don't need to know anything else.

News article 2:

There is no Cheese, but the Cheese of The James.

News article 3:

Currently working on a tsali.net shopzors... It'll include.... My crap.... Yet more of my crap... Really well done and artful stuff created by Norma.. More crap form me, and Crap. Honestly I have no idea what I'll include in it myself, but I'll come up with something :)

Now, tis nearly time for me to log in and take some calls frmo more angry people who are loosing money on their home based businesses that they don't have a license for and are running off a residential account.

Ps.. Running a business on a residential account, per EULA, does mean that Charter can legally claim all right to your business, name, image, profits, etc.. So don't call in complaining about your business because you're too cheap to pay for a business account. Also, no, we do not support your VPN, sorry.

Charter pirates

Are in ur pc's, takin ur run commands ya scaliwags. They like run cause it sounds like rum.

Bikers! Aieee!

Luis the biker is stealing ur modems and corrupting yo intargnats! Oh noes bitches!

Boy, best not be drinking

That shine over yonders.

So, get this, VA couple buys alcohol for their 16 year old son and his friends, throws a party at their residence. Said parents then get arrested and are sentenced to two years in prison, and feel that leniency is required for them, all because they took away peoples keys and made them stay the night?

Aha! You jest! This is what's called "Contributing to the delinquency of a Minor." My children, it doesn't matter what you did to protect those who were present, it's the fact you provided them alcohol in the first place.

Yes, I will commend you for trying to make it safe, but never should it have happened in the first place. Let your son go out and get his own alcohol by his own means, it's what my dad did when he was young.

I never drank underage myself, and when I turned 21 I went out and bought a couple litres of Montezuma Silver. That was a fun night, and indeed a night that from which only recently did certain memories return... You see, Tracy was over, and we were heading outside to light off some fireworks in the backyard. Heading out the backdoor, I suddenly lose 30 minutes of memory, then I'm back inside with a nice lil cut on my arm and a bruised face. All the while Tracy and her then boyfriend laughing at me. Cut to five years later, suddenly I remember what happened as I look at the scar on my arm.

It was my 21st birthday, a birthday unlike no other, the birthday upon which in most states you can now legally call yourself a full fledged adultlinglingzer. This was a glorious night, the stars were shining bright, the moon wasn't quite full. The music was as wonderful as a soft Brandenburg Concerto melody being played on the violin by a beautiful nubile woman. She's no more than 19 years of age with soft, lightly tanned skinned and slightly pouty lips. Her face glistening from the sweet dropley of her own sweat. Her lips shinning, full of blood and glistening in the moonlit night, as she plays a song she knows all too well. Without abandon and at a feverish pitch, she continues on with the beautiful medley. Her hair, a light blondish auburn thing, just past shoulder length and flowing magnificently in the wind, making you want to touch her, but afraid to for fear she would vanish into nothing. Such a beautiful creature as this shouldn't exist in nature in the human form, you conclude as you're awe-struck and speechless.

We arrived at the Captains Cellar on Brownsboro Road around 1:00 AM on the morning of my birthday, we, being Tracy, my father, Joe and another guy, gathered up various forms of alcohol and other fun and exciting items to cause complete inebriation and havoc at the homestead, unbeknown to the neighbors, who instead of calling the police, revealed in the good times when we returned to have good eats and intoxication of the greatest kind.

Several hours into this even, as we were preparing mortar shells to light up the night sky so all around could see and be merry, I had finished nearly 2 litre's of Montezuma Silver Tequila, and was feeling quite well and satisfied, and proceeded to make motions towards the backyard to ignite some shells and to go ever so slightly deaf from the blasts of freedom and joyous celebrations. As I went to take my part in the activities outside, I neglected to remember that the backdoor is about three feet off the ground, with a step down off to the side and not in front. Forgetting this simple mathematical equation height, weight, speed, angle of drop, and true location of the step, I fell, flat, straight, and onto the ground three feet below. Getting up, I soon realized I had a pretty nice scrape across my face and a pretty lil gash going down my arm trickling down with the brightly thin and oxygenated blood of a highly intoxicated individual. This was a blood red you've never seen the likes of, imagine if you will, going into a slaughterhouse and staring deeply into the vats of blood near the beginning of the slaughtering, where once a pig, or cows throat is cut, the blood mixes with highly oxygenated air and other various biomedical hazards that is contained in a vat 20 feet high full of the blood of animals long gone and consumed by the hand of man. This is the redness of the blood flowing from my arm.

This memory only came back to me when I was 26 years old.

Back to what I was originally talking about though: Let your child get their own alcohol, and punish them when you find out, but please, for the love of your children, and others around, DO NOT FREAKING SUPPORT UNDERAGE DRINKING OR SUPPLY THE PARTY YOURSELF, IT WILL NOT MAKE YOU THE COOL PARENTS!! If anything, leave on vacation for a couple days, tell your kids not to throw a party at your house, and when you get back from the mini vacation, and find a beer bottle or two, feel satisfied in that you didn't support them, but that they still had a good time, and probably got laid and someone got pregnant, and about 30 STD's were passed around.

On to other news, I've applied for Nesting Coach, I have a very good feeling about this one though, as I've been advised by several certain individuals that "You will apply for Nesting" aha! I submitted my cover letter and resume, now all that is left is waiting for then to interview me for it and then to sit and wait for the resolution of the position and it's hiring tactics.

If I get nesting coach, then I will literally have a different schedule every couple weeks for 6 months, or if I advance up in the corporation, whichever may come first.

A little info about the nesting program, and I know I've bitched about it a lot in the past, but by going into it myself, I hope to do my best to assist those coming into the company to transition into their work flow and to be knowledgeable and happy about the job. Nesting comes after you've been in the training room for a couple weeks, this is the time when you take your first call and have to now actually deal with everything that had been discussed during the previous couple weeks. As a nesting coach, it would be my duty to act as your pseudo-supervisor, assisting in questions you may have, monitor your calls, and guide you in how to use your skills, training and knowledge in finding the best possible solution for our customers, while expanding your horizons as an individual and as a technician for the company and meeting yours and the company's goals and scoring metrics.

Well, it's almost time for my first break, I'ma gonna hop off here now and grab a drink, mebbe more later?

Ciao!

The scaryness..

The dark and lonely basement that a man had a heart attack in and died in late 2004.

127.0.0.1

Fun telling a customer how to ping her localhost. Ahahahaha!

It's not my router...

"Hate this fuckin charter bullshit, its a wonder i dont go kill some of those stupid motherfuckers there!"

To which I reply:

"Is your modem plugged in? Have you bypassed your router?"

Customer just says "It's noy my fucking router!" Then I hear a scream, a "Well Fuck!" some rustling, I see the modem suddenly kick in on our end. My new response is "Don't fucking call me when you are a fucking idiot, go DIAF you fuckingbitch."

You know it's a good cleaning day

When you break a fucking sweat. I've cleaned the dishes, the kitchen table, did laundry, cleaned the animal cages, gave them all baths, vaccummed and re-organized the living room. I'm still 50/50 on mopping the kitchen tonight... Should I or shouldn't I? I'd put a poll up, but no one ever responds to anything I ever put on here :)

.Norma (6/2/2007 7:25:53 PM): and you are the best partner a woman could ever ask for
jwashington2 (6/2/2007 7:26:08 PM): :-/
.Norma (6/2/2007 7:26:15 PM): is true

Isn't that the cutest thing you've ever seen? Awe!

Managed to get my PSP to connect to the PS3 across the internet, so here's what I'm doing right now, listening to the MP3's on my PC through the PS3's Media Center capabilities via the PSP's remote play feature to the PSP, IE: MP3S>PC>PS3>Intargnats>PSP>The James.

Well, I guess I'm off here for a bit now to go drink some rum and do some more cleaning, THAT'S RIGHT I'M DRINKING RUM! You wanna know why the Rum's always gone Jack, it's cause I have it right here :D