
I'm semi-all caught up at Nanepashemet Telecom. No big pushes or priorities this weekend. Plus I bought 72 killer mugs from www.discountmugs.com with our logo printed on them to give out to customers. Next week should be fun.
Sounds cluckaliscious, Colonel Sanders. I am gonna whip up some of my "Angry Catfish Balls" and "Arby's Beef Curtains", mix up a jug o' Kool Aid, and roll out the welcome wagon! Its party time at Casa Tuna!
I'm sitting here in one of my site offices away from Nanepashemet corporate headquarters, Panera Bread. This one happens to be in Beverly, MA, but it doesn't matter. Whenever I find one, I'm in touch with the Peeps because this company has ingeniously offered free connectivity to the Web with no strings attached.
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When you order a coffee, they give you a mug, and you can fill it all day. It's like being in my office, but with a lot of people that I don't necessarily know all milling around.
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With the price of gas, these cafes allow me to get into the field, and establish complete contact with all of my business processes. It they had a little room with a printer, it would be perfect. As it is, all I have to do is save to CD or Flash stick, and head for a copy shop like Staples or something.
Hey J.
Don't forget that tomorrow is Peep of the week day. Can't have any more slackin out of you.
Everyone, be sure to vote on Tuesday, February 5th here in MA. And if you haven't selected a candidate, I would urge you to consider John McCain as the candidate who can best lead our country in the coming years. A man with the bearing of a stateman, respected around the globe, across classes, and among his peers. A collaborator, he will bring the leadership (not the PMBOK type, mind you)necessary to move the country forward, and empower each person in their own right to move forward. Not an abstraction. the real deal.
My 3rd grade teacher, Mrs. Thistletwat, coulda used one of them new fangled nose-hair trimmers.
Makes me think of some of the BS business speak we used to hear from the Yeti. Applying gigantic termslike "holistic", "massage", "drill down" to essentially linear problems, and insisting on whole scale changes in thinking and work. No human insight whatsover, a chalk board leader. Most sentient beings understand that people hate change, and if it is to be done it must be incremental, essentially to get people to feel they own it. Not by friggin' fiat. Running a business like a newly ascended junta in a banana republic, great idea. that works, a lot. In Dreams.
So well done on the system upgrade, having the right tools that get the job done (instead of becoming to job) is huge. Working on an access db myself. Talk to me Goose. Roy Orbison was the man.
I guess we don't do peep of the week on time anymore?
I officially dropped out of my marathon training as well J. I peaked at 25 I guess. My knees can no longer handle the pain. Clearly you are the mountain of a man you claim to be because I don't think I could even consider it 20 years from now.
-mcmahon
This is great news! Maybe now you can squeeze a in workout?
Btw... can you send me your workout plan? I've read about a lot of different ways to get in shape but haven't come across the one you are on. Where did you find it? Muscle and fatness? What the hell is this???
-work out 3 days, take 1 day off;
-work out 1 day, take 1 day off;
-work our 1 day, take 20 days off;
-work out 1 day, take another 20 days off.
Way to test and push yourself. It goes without saying that your college roomie would not be proud of these efforts.
With these results, I can only hope that your commitment to your Customers exceeds the commitment to show to yourself.
Memo to John: Stop the excuses; find the time and get in shape. A healthy body is a happy, productive body.
Wojo
I find a nice relaxin' break from the type of stress you can only blog about is to glaze yourself a nice ham, break open a bottle of some fortified wine, grab the remote and wave your troubles away. And, of course, if you gots troubles in the form of a repo man or irate business partner, leave the hounds unfed and ready to release, maybe keep yer squirrel gun at the ready, like the minute men of olden times. I find random acts of sodomy is also a good stress breaker. Creativity is a must in my worlds. Its an empty canvas, paint yer pallet !
By virtue of an FCC rulings, two court orders, and a ruling by the elders of the Church of Latter Day Saints (applicable only in Utah and the state of Chihuahua, in northern Mexico, birthplace of George Romney, Mitts daddy) I can not have a Facebook page. And those Mormons, Why that shouldn't even count. There is nothing, I mean nothing, wrong with donkey on consenting adult relations, and the documenting thereof. Thems the true sodomites. They can kiss my taint.
What's astounding is the size of the ass on my son's lady friend. Jesus. Boy is licensed to drive the big rigs, I reckon. She was calling out Matt Lyght as a "big ole pussy". Light is one thing she aint. She drank the house dry and did some property damage before taking her show on the road, dragging my eldest, Ephus Jerome, along with her. Shame.
Do you think it is easy, calling out my Mentor? The man I look up to with utmost respect. Hell no!!! Nevertheless, somebody had to sack up and call you out. Had the roles been reversed, you would have had me for lunch a long time ago. In fact, if I were you, I would be disappointed that it has taken this long for any of the Peeps to question your efforts. That, in my opinion, is VERY unnestor like! We all deserve shame for giving you this extended free pass. At least I will be able to look in the mirror tonight. Question is, will you???
Good Christ on the road to Calvary, who is this ignant feller Bob who needs to get a new last name? Doedn't he know that those Polack types is among the dumbest breeds of humanoids? Don't go advertisin it, let alone braggin' on yer smarts, there, Bobinski, criticizing the like of a real American mick. And how bout you buy yerself another vowel from Vanna White there, Kielbasa boy, get in line with the times.
I do admire the on-line porn that originates in the regions formerly ruled by the czar, I grant you that. But shut your one-foot-out of-the-gulag arse and be thankful you are eatin' more than grass and moldy potatoes. I'm out.
I tell you what else is abrewin', a big numero two for ole TL. That Green Chili Corn Chowder the illegals in the cafeteria stewed up has set my belly to a rumblin'. Look out below!
Sure have. Why, just last week I had such a feeling. I had just taken a dose of Cialis in anticipation of the wife swap soiree at the condo function hall. I was also tinkering with the stocks we had voted to implement at the last condo board meeting. See, some people don't follow the association rules, and we have no way to punish, shame and humiliate them. Until I harkened back to the treatment my pappy got back is Hecubus, Missoura. Pappy was found to be in violation of the local blue laws. The town leaders threw him into the stocks in the town square for all to see. Sweating like a whore in church in the noonday sun, pappy was a stoic feller, even whilst retching blood and bile.
So, we voted on implementing such a device so for as to stop such miscreant behavior as parking in the handicapped slot when you have a perfectly functioning walker, not offering likker at a house warming, or getting yer pet spade or neutralixed. So, I had used the mitre saw I found in Mr. Twatzinsky's locker to fashion a stock. I was varnishing the stock to give it that well-worn look, having recently taken what I call my "rocket launcher" with a gulp of chardonnay from the box. Vortexed the shiznit out of me. I got to trying out that huffin' like the way Shoo Fly did afore we had to have him institutionalized. That varnish packs a kick. Straight to the outer spaceosphere. So I know of what you speak.
It was cross country, JAY!!! ANd yes I wiped out and couldn't get up, but not as much as your precious little Katelyn who would disappear for minutes on end, no where to be seen, having fallen with no way to get up!
Nice take, KBP in the winter and Allison's. In the summer Federal Jack's has visits from Jenna and crew (though the engagement may end that) for a brew and Windows on the World up the street is a nice place to blow a couple hundred bucks. Or the Clam Shack, of course, with a dose of Lipitor.
“Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.
It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be?
You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you.
We are all meant to shine, as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It's not just in some of us; it's in everyone.
And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.”
by Marianne Williamson
Tuna Lips said...I am hung like a gas pump at the filling station. Inadequacy does not occur to the likes of me.
I had no idea the magnitude of being POTY. I have Tuna Lips giving me his valued input and now I am getting fan mail. The following message was in my inbox this AM:
Dear Murph,
I would very much like to give you a half gallon of N. Nog the next time you grace Marblehead. Any chance it could be this weekend? Perhaps we could include the Nestors and the other Nestors. I believe they too are fans. Pre-Pittsburgh / Jaguars? (I'm thinking they're Sat. night, but if the game's earlier, we could do it during). Or Sunday?
Greg could be pissed, but we will soldier on.
A mere 36 years ago, I worked on the 25th floor of the State Street Bank Building on Franklin St. The elevator had a mirror on the ceiling.
Thank you Fans, Thank you Nancy. Upon hearing of my POTY Nancy has invited me to star in the Movie version of "Dustings". A true honor. Thank you Nancy.
The POTY is a bigger honor than I thought. I have my work cut out for me but it looks like I have the fan support. I shall continue my reign so that I could possibly pull off the unthinkable....a repeat in 2008. Tough challenge but I am ready. In a dissapointing move, my wife Beth was recently nominated as a POTW. I was excited to point it out to her and was ready to congratulate her when she asked the unthinkable... "Why did Jay make me a POTW?". I froze. How could she ask such a question. She is married to the Peep of the Year, perhaps the decade. Against all Peep rules. I hope this will not hurt my repeat chances.....She better make up for it with the Automatic Lagavulin rule...Perhaps that will help.....Tuna Lips may have some advice for her I hope....
There is more than meets the eye with you sir. You are a complex man. Remindin me of my pappy. One moment all torn up over havin' to put down his beloved mule Sal soes we could eats, the next dancin around the campfire with a jug on his thumb and a grin on his face, wavin' the money momma brung home from her singin' lessens. Life is like that. We are a mere reflection of these sorts of goings on, likes you sees when you are bent over, wretching into the pond after eatin' some mule meat that had turned.
Merry Christmas to the old school peeps from back in the broadband revolution days, both on and off the treadmill. Spent a lot of good company time talking smack.
And a shout out to Father Christmas, Little Willie Hillegas, what up dog!?!
Therein lies his weakness, the dating part. Love 'Em and Leave 'Em is what ole TL does. Shoot, if he is anything like me, that boy would be gettin' more ass than a toilet seat. Not just one piece of pouty model pooh nanny. Don't get caught up in some sort of "who I'm supposed to be" dialectics, son. Just throw footballs and humps the honeys, Tommy Boy, its best to do yer thinkin with a cooz thats got a daddy complex ridin' like Mustang Sally. Shucks, line 'em right up, I got a lot of love to give!