Six Degrees of Dr. K

Hello True Believers (thanx Stan).

I have, today only, come upon the ultimate secret to our existence. And here it is.

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We are all deeply involved in a solipsist nightmare in the head of Dr. Jack Kevorkian.

Cool Huh?

The long and short of it is that on the floor of the California senate is a bill that, if passed, would allow hospitals to give terminally ill patients a device called something like,"The painless Choice." The name may not be exactly right but I am going to find the link and put it at the end of this blog for those of you that would like to check my facts. The point is that this is a bill for the legalization of euthanasia.

Correct me if I'm wrong here...

Didn't DR. JACK KEVORKIAN go to jail on May 26, 1999 for exactly that same thing? And is this man, A doctor of the Good Deaths (it's Greek people, look it up,) still in jail with Hep c, and awaiting a parole? The answer is a resounding, YES!!!!

This is ridiculous.

The fact that Dr. K went to Jail in the first place for merely helping people who couldn't help themselves ridiculous, but that the law is on the brink of being passed and he is still in jail so far beyond crazy that it makes me wonder if this is still America or not, much less a reality designed wholly for the torment of one man. It is for these reasons that I now must post a very serious question to you, the faithful reader: Are you within Dr. Kevorkian's 6 degrees of separation? If you are not, please leave a comment on this blog.

No one should have replied to that. You see: the six degrees of separation encompasses

everyone, so we all effect each other, ergo we all effect Dr. K.
If we all effect Dr. Jack, then we are all important to him. And since we all are important to him, then he must be making us all up. Further more, it is all obviously just for the torment of Dr K., therefore he has invented this world as a torment for some Sin he has committed in his past.

Now that we know this, and that our creator will forgive us because we are only doing what he wants, everyone should fuck with Dr. Jack Kevorkian.
Really.
The more you fuck with him, the more he will reward you, it's like the other God, but opposite.
If you are successful in pissing him off, than maybe he will take you into the next world he creates and in that world you will have a role like president, or movie star, or Todd Elliott.

And now...the link:

The Bill

That is a PDF file, download adobe and you should be fine.

There's a Paralell beteween a Martini and a Woman's Breasts

One is not enough and three are too many.

I hate working like I do. The main issue is money. It always comes down to money. A person can say they want freedom and choice and opportunity and whatever, but all of those things are contingent upon money. Or will at least be greatly facilitated by having it. I get paid minimum wage to be treated like shit by people who believe that they are better than me because they are over paying for over roasted coffee. This is not to say that I didn't fully expect this when I signed up for this ride, I just honestly thought that management would not kowtow to the all mighty dollar and have a slight sense of fairness and propriety.

I was Wrong.

My work environment is so distasteful to me that I have taken to self medication before hand, just so that I can see my shift through to the end with out taking a hostage. Unfortunately tonight I had a Martini, and as you can tell from the title and opening line of this blog, one martini is never enough. So with a friendly little buzz on I drove to work.

I arrived at the Barnes and Nobles with a smile on my face for my co-workers and fellow sufferers of the Starbucks system and jumped onto the register. The very first customer who stepped up to the counter said, "Caramel Machiato...extra hot." not even a how do you do. I was not about to let this guy ruin my mood so I replied, "only if you say please," and grinned. He stared at me for a moment and stormed off. I thought nothing of it until later this evening when I was approached by the manager who said to me, "Todd, we've had a complaint about you tonight." I immediately remembered this shitty little man and his lack of manners, so I said, "yes?" My manager proceeded to talk to me about customer service and what it means to be part of the Barnes and Nobles Team. I explained that I didn't think it was a problem to expect our customers to be polite to us and not treat us like automatons and slaves. My manager told me that the customer was paying for a drink and a service and they could behave how they wanted within reason. I then explained to my manger that it does not amount of good to a society to allow people to pay for something and pretend that that gives them the right to miss-treat their fellow man. Granted may be a tad reactionary and over dramatic, but if common courtesy can be left out for a price, how long till the customer is permitted to use violence. My manger did not agree with me because it is store policy that the customer, no matter how much of an ass hole, is always right and I can do nothing about it.

I did not get fired, I did not quit I didn't even get a write up, I got a simple reprimand. But I am outraged. If I didn't so badly need this job and the measly paycheck that I bring home each week, it would have been another story.

This anecdote however, must remain as an object lesson: A faceless corporation that only cares about the bottom line, and not about the soul of the people that it relies upon to deliver the goods and services to create that bottom line, does not serve society or the individual and will be the first to go when I run this place.

A Guilty Pleasure and Something Extra

The Guilty Pleasure:

This may seem like the wrong blog for this, but I have a confession. I am not apologizing, and I really don't feel the need to explain myself, however, I need to tell y'all that I thoroughly enjoy Justin Timberlake's new album.
The thing is...it's really good. Really.
He has matured musically and his lyrics no longer sound like bad high school movie dialogue. I recommend that every go and check it.

No onto something more:

Why does every single person in California want more than they pay for?
Every single person that comes up to the counter at the cafe says something along the lines of, "Can I have extra Ice?" or, "I need that extra hot." or "I'll take three shots of white mocha, one of chai, 6 squirts of vanilla, one shot decaf espresso, one shot regular, non-fat soy latte, with whip."
I have worked retail for many years, and yes, almost everyone is rude to the cashier, but what I mean is that Los Angelinos are the most demanding. They are very particular about the order. But what's funny is that they are less concerned with what they actually get then how they word it to you.
My personal belief is that LA is full over nobodies believing that they are somebodies. These wannabes need to convince everyone that they are big...even themselves. They are frustrated in life and so to prove that they have some power and haven't completely wasted their lives, they take that frustration out on cashiers and barristas, because we are definitely not somebodies........yet.

Lobster

You know whats not fun?

Budgeting.

I decided that I was not living and spending the way that I should, and I came to this realization when I was served with papers twice in the same day. The first saying that I was being sued by Ford Credit for a repossessed car and the second saying that I was being sued by the government for back taxes.

A normal person would have reeled from this shock and panicked. I went to a movie premiere with my wife. I did say that budgeting isn't fun, and the premiere was an invitation from my friends at Lucine Distribution and Blue Flower Productions called "The Child Within." This was an interesting movie, and I think still in it's rough cut stages, but it seems to have a lot of potential, and besides getting to wine and schmooze with industry people is always fun.
The film is about an eastern European girls who is tricked into coming to the US and is bought and sold in a human trafficking ring and how she fights back.

I need to at this point explain to you folks that the reason that I have not posted any pictures for a while is because I have had a bum computer and have been unable to post photos top the internet.

My loving brother, KOTWF, and president of the Marietta Branch of the Too Much Fun Club has graciously mailed me a new used machine so that I may get to the photos that you all want to see.

So, with out further ado (I always wanted to say that), I leave you all with some fun photos.

Christmas Eve on the Beach

Getting ready to go out on New Years Eve

Santa Likes Remy

Rachel Ray Hosts a Caviar Dinner

The Arbiter Weighs In