9/21/08
12:22 am
Hooray for keyword-based advertising. Look at this prime example of it on my profile page on Last.fm:
Archive for September, 2008
9/15/08
6:46 pm
THE LIE DETECTOR
John was a salesman’s delight when it came to any kind of unusual gimmick. His wife Marsha had long ago given up trying to get him to change. One day John came home with another one of his unusual purchases. It was a robot that John claimed was actually a lie detector.
It was about 5:30 that afternoon when Tommy, their 11 year old son, returned home from school. Tommy was over 2 hours late.
‘Where have you been? Why are you over 2 hours late getting home?’ asked John.
‘Several of us went to the library to work on an extra credit project,’ said Tommy.
The robot then walked around the table and slapped Tommy, knocking him completely out of his chair.
‘Son,’ said John, ‘this robot is a lie detector, now tell us where you really were after school.’
‘We went to Bobby’s house and watched a movie.’ said Tommy.
‘What did you watch?’ asked Marsha.
‘The Ten Commandments.’ answered Tommy.
The robot went around to Tommy and once again slapped him, knocking him off his chair once more.
With his lip quivering, Tommy got up, sat down and said, ‘I am sorry I lied. We really watched a tape called Sex Queen.’
‘I am ashamed of you son,’ said John. ‘When I was your age, I never lied to my parents.’
The robot then walked around to John and delivered a whack that nearly knocked him out of his chair.
Marsha doubled over in laughter, almost in tears and said, ‘Boy, did you ever ask for that one! You can’t be too mad with Tommy. After all, he is your son!’
With that the robot immediately walked around to Marsha and knocked her out of her chair.
9/14/08
4:36 pm
Check this simple flowchart out. What’s next, all men have to grow their beards and spend 4 hrs a day in the church/temple/mosque/synagogue brainwashing camp?
The most telling fact: these are the lunatic ravings (“thoughts” was too sane a word) of a woman, not some unenlightened, redneck male stuck in 1233. Your own kind always knows how to hurt you best.
9/09/08
6:14 pm
The only update is that there is no update. It has been 10 weeks now and there is no sign of my money. Also, no one from the RBC Ombudsman’s office has called me or emailed me. I can imagine the dialogue that ensues during the Sunday morning golf sessions:
Corporate Bozo #1: Well, that Viren chap, I reckon if we just ignore him, he’ll go away.
Corporate Meathead #2: Indeed. Hopefully, he forgets all about this and we can get back to our little lives as corporate highwaymen without any damn plebeians annoying us.
Corporate Bozo #1: Fore!
Corporate Shill #3: Well, I imagine that him and the thousands like him can’t really do too much, we’re the behemoth here, the real juggernauts!
Corporate Meathead #2: When will they realize they should just shut up and do as they’re told. Don’t they know that dissenters hate freedom?
Of course, the only-too-real possibility is that there is no such conversation and they’ve forgotten about me and this matter completely.
