Obviously I’ve had a lot of gripes about religion and the political influence the various denominations manage to wield in our country.
Lately however, I’ve been too busy to worry about those things, because I’ve been working on a different problem that is equally as “Barking Mad” as the religious question.
I’m a computer geek by trade, and managed to get a contract to help de-spaghettify some code that was written in a rather ad-hoc manner for a company that clearly has more cash than expertise, insight, or perhaps sense. The sins of the man who designed and wrote the code are many, but that’s not the part that bothers me.
What makes me absolutely fucking nuts is that the guy who designed this abomination is still getting paid for the original codebase as we’re rewriting it (this time in a less horrible fashion). But that’s not why I want to kill him.
No, it’s okay that he’s still getting paid for his work, horrible as it is. But I will never, ever, forgive or forget the fact that the stupid unthinking hack who built a horrible monstrosity of code out of scotch tape and toothpicks is getting paid right now more than any two (maybe three, I can’t bear to actually do the math) developers who are now being tasked with fixing this mess.
If I ever meet this asshole face-to-face I may just kill him on the spot, and he’ll never even know why.
Yeah, I have no time to blog.
What he said!
Count me among those annoyed, however, that our otherwise promising and bright President-Elect found it necessary to ask Rick Warren to give the invocation at his swearing in.
Look, I get that it’s necessary to keep the plebians happy, I just don’t have to like it.
“Do unto others as you would have them do unto you”
“Love thy neighbor”
“Render unto Caesar what is Caesar’s”
“Let him among you who is without sin cast the first stone”
Yeah, the self-righteous paranoid fuckwits who got Proposition 8 of California passed- fuck you all. As Olbermann says, this is not because I have a personal stake in this. I have exactly one close gay friend, and he lives in Nebraska.
I’m angry because I thought for a little while that we were living in the twenty-first century.
Sylvia Browne is a psychic, author, and evil bitch.
I just thought I’d share a link about her.
BFC is my new acronym for “Big Market Correction”, last week’s big stock value dump.
It’s actually good for me, as I haven’t put any money in 401(k) for over a year but am about to start.
I like that I am buying cheap.
People are basing their electoral decisions on the vague phonetic similarity between the name of guy born in Kansas, and the name of a religious/political nutjob in Saudi Arabia.
Nevermind that nothing either of these individuals has ever said about anything, ever, shows any political similarity between them. Phonetic similarity between names is damning.
If the McCain/Palin campaign wanted to impress me, a citizen with some real education, they’d publicly condemn – loudly publicly condemn – this kind of bullshit. It would cost them the batshit-crazy vote (an important constituency for the Republican party), but at least I could respect them.
Two weeks to go.
Anyone want to take bets as to whether they’ll step up and clear up the lies, prejudice, and ignorance? They haven’t to date.