Archive for August, 2008

Tags: babies, baby, pics

For some things. One being and ice cold beer on an excruciatingly hot summer day. But I’m not here to talk about that right now. I want to quickly tell you that I am a sucker for vintage color photographs. Especially if they are from around the World War II era. I don’t know why, but I am drawn to them like a moth to a flame. I could look at them for hours on end.

And that is just what I did when I found these:

Tags: Cold Beer, Color Photographs, Era, Hot Summer Day, Ice Cold Beer, Image, Moth, Moth To A Flame, Sucker, Vintage Photographs, World War Ii, Wwii Photographs

How many of you are experiencing these damn telemarketers? Unfortunately they’ve gotten a hold of my cell phone number, and while it’s not as bad as it can be (I’ve read anecdotes on the Internet claiming several phone calls per day), it’s still pretty annoying to get a couple of calls every week. And if I don’t pick up, they leave a message which uses my cell minutes.

Here’s what happens:

The phone rings. You say hello. An automated recording kicks in and states that this call is your FINAL WARNING before your auto warranty expires (the horror!) and that blah, blah, blah, you can sign up for protection and whatever. You can press 2 to get the number taken off the list, or you can press 1 to speak to a representative.

Pressing 2 has absolutely no effect. I’ve been getting calls for a few months now, and it has absolutely no meaning to them. Being on the do not call list is irrelevant.

You can press 1 to talk to someone, and ask them to remove your number for you, but that has no effect either.

Of course, it’s a total scam. It sounds like it’s a total phishing attempt in an effort to skim credit card numbers. It also seems like it’s a pretty sophisticated scheme, complete with phone number masking and other methods to subvert tracing and detection. Every number they call from is a different one, and when I try to call them back I am told the number has been disconnected.

That being said, I’d totally participate in any attempt to track these fuckers down. I’m convinced that the people running this scam and the idiots working for them are the lowest scum of human life and deserve to die a nasty, horrible death.

Tags: Anecdotes, Auto Warranty, Blah Blah, Cell Phone Number, Credit Card Numbers, Final Warning, Fuckers, Horrible Death, Horror, Internet Calls, Internet Phone, Phone Calls, Phone Rings, Sophisticated Scheme, Telemarketers, Telemarketing Scum, Warranty

Usually all we here about from Nigeria is the spammers that are trying to get your money or international credit cards. This is far from the norm. I must say that this little story gave me a chuckle while reading the news today. Apparently a man in Nigeria has 86 wives and 170 children.

You can read the full article or just read some of my favorite parts of it below.

“A man with 10 wives would collapse and die, but my own power is given by Allah. That is why I have been able to control 86 of them,” he told the BBC.

“To my understanding the Koran does not place a limit and it is up to what your own power, your own endowment and ability allows,” he says.

“As soon as I met him the headache was gone,” says Sharifat Bello Abubakar, who was 25 at the time and Mr Bello Abubakar 74.

On the other hand, if we’re speaking evolutionarily here, 170 offspring is pretty damn successful. And even if he slept with one wife every night, he wouldn’t go through the entire rotation for almost 3 months. That’s sure to keep the marital boredom away, for him, at least.

So, what do you say? What is the maximum number of spouses/mistresses that you could tolerate? This man says that the average husband could only deal with 10 wives before collapsing. In Nepal, there is a culture where individual women typically marry a set of brothers, so they are the ones with 3-4 husbands instead of the other way around. Not a bad deal, but the management might drive a person batty. I’ll stick with one.

Tags: Abubakar, Allah, Bad Management, Bbc, Boredom, Control, Culture, Endowment, Headache, International Credit Cards, Koran, Maximum Number, Met, Mistresses, money, Nepal, News Today, Nigeria, Norm, Offspring, Reading The News, Spammers

My name is Bucky and I am an addict….

I am addicted to cold pizza. Anytime we have cold pizza I make sure that there is enough left over for the next morning so that I can have it for breakfast.

Why does cold pizza taste so good to me?

I enjoy it so much more than when it’s hot. Is anyone else like me? My wife thinks I am a nut, but she doesn’t just get that from this.

(Un)fortunately(?) I’m also addicted to cold chicken, and for the sake of a laugh - cold turkey!

I will eat pretty much anything cold.

We had pizza yesterday and this morning I ate a leftover piece for breakfast. It was so much better than it was last night.

Does anyone else enjoy this strange little fetish-y type of thing with me?

Tags: Addict, Breakfast Pizza, Bucky, Cold Chicken, Cold Pizza, Cold Turkey, Fetish, Laugh, Next Morning, pizza, Sake