My name in Viking....

Why are the 99% people protesting? I can sum it up with one anecdotal story from my own life.

Several years ago the company I worked for at the time told us they had to lay off employees because we were "having a bad year." Now that I think of it, they never had a good year. The brass were always whining about how bad things were.

Anyway, this one year was so bad that we had to lay off hundreds of employees across the company. I was one of those charged with the lay offs. I was given a number to hit, and I had to decide who had to go to hit it.

Several weeks after the layoffs, the top execs received their yearly bonuses. Since we were a public company, that information was readily available. Each of the top execs received bonuses in the several hundred thousand dollars range. I remember the CFO received a bonus of $500,000.

What I don't understand is: how do these people live with themselves? They ordered layoffs that destroyed the lives of hundreds of people. Yet, they had no problem at all taking those bonuses. That $500,000 CFO bonus by itself would have paid for a good chunk of those who were laid off.

Personally, I could not look myself in the mirror if I ordered layoffs and then collected a bonus like that. But then, that's probably why I'll never be in top management.

And by the way, if the company is doing so poorly that it has to lay off hundreds of employees, how on earth does someone deserve a bonus for that performance?

So whenever I think of the 99% people protesting, I think of that story, and it makes me support them even more.

The moon is incredibly bright tonight. It's casting a warm glow over the house and yard. I was thinking it might interfere with my late night ritual of a last cigarette on the stoop, almost naked, except for my briefs. But, Hell No! Maybe the hot hipster across the street will enjoy it.

So Rick Perry holds a prayer rally in Houston to pray for rain, among other things, and the state catches on fire.

This weekend the Texas Freethought Convention, sponsored by the Atheist Alliance of America, is held in Houston, and the skies open up with needed rain. They've had thunderstorms all day, and the forecast is for them continue into tomorrow.

What kind of message is God sending?

Hot fantasy for horny chasers.....

"The first couple of times were animalistic. To justify what we were doing, Dad and I would agree that we 'were just getting our rocks off 'cause we're men and that's what men do.' But it didn't last. Within a month it had turned into lovemaking, and I would wrap my limbs around Dad's sweaty frame as he pinned me to the bed, and lean up to kiss him deeply."

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Worst. Airline. Ever!

In today's world of airline travel, it's difficult to pick one airline that treats its passengers the worst. But, I think I've found one: Airtran. That airline takes the "flying bus" experience to a zen level.

This story starts on Friday when I was summoned to Atlanta for work. I was supposed to fly in on Monday for a day-long meeting on Tuesday. As I looked around online, I discovered the majors were all booked up. So I decided to try Airtran. Amazingly, they had plenty of seats. I booked the flight, and selected a seat in one of the several rows with no other passengers.

Somehow in the less than one day from when I booked the flight to when I checked in, the entire plane filled up. I wish someone would explain to me how so many people decided to fly from San Francisco to Atlanta at the last minute.

The seats were cramped, even more so than other airlines. I had no leg room whatsoever. I had to position my feet on either side of my carry on just to keep my legs from cramping. The captain did his little pre-flight thing, and he was very cranky. It was almost as if her were barking at us. No "thanks for flying with us today" or anything like that. He ended his announcement with "And by the way, don't congregate in the aisle. It makes people nervous." I hated hated hated every minute of this flight.

The return flight was only marginally better. I decided to book a business class seat because I couldn't do that again. Business class on Airtran is the equivalent of putting lipstick on a pig. The seats are better. Legroom is a little better, but not great. No food. No fine china. Just some pretzels and a drink in a plastic cup. The cabin was hot and stuffy again. They explained they would try to keep the temperature at a comfortable level because "we don't offer blankets or pillows." I guess a "comfortable level" is hot and stuffy. Of course the real reason they keep the cabin like that is because it burns more fuel to refresh the air and keep the temperature cooler. 

And I love how they brag about having XM Radio onboard, but they don't have any headsets. You have to bring your own.

The gentleman who sat next to me explained his horror story. He was booked on a flight early that morning. He checked in an hour before flight time and went to get some breakfast. When he came back to the gate, he was informed his flight had been moved to a different gate. It was far enough away so that he couldn't make the flight, and he was stranded at the airport for 13 hours waiting for the flight I was on.

All in all it was a terrible experience. From the hot and stuffy cabin to the Popeye's friend chicken that so many people brought on board. I doubt I would ever fly Airtran again.

Georgia's state motto should be: "Georgia. We Don't Recycle."

I've been in Atlanta all week on business matters. One of the things that has really bugged the shit out of me is that they don't recycle. Not a recycling bin anywhere to be found. It really makes me feel creepy to throw a perfectly recyclable plastic cup in the trash.

I've always thought Matt Dallas is pretty woofy. So I was delighted to read that someone hacked into his computer and stole a picture of his penis and cum-soaked stomach and posted it on the net.

I'm not sure it was an actual hack though. Something tells me Matt wanted a little publicity to prop up his sagging career. And he admitted it was his pic. Why would you admit that if you didn't want people to know? Especially since his face isn't shown in the pic?

Anyway I was a little disappointed when I saw the pic. His equipment is definitely lacking. I would have hoped that he had more going for him in that department. Maybe he waited too long after he came and caught himself after he deflated.

I'm not going to show it here, but if you would like to take a peek, hit the link.

http://www.omgblog.com/2011/09/omg_his_peen_matt_dallas.php