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Gems from our 42nd President
“We’ve had the look-back this and the look-back that… and I’m not goint to comment on, you know, other comments.”
“And that goes back to her question: Does being on the offense mean we create terroists? My judgement is: The only way to defend a country is to stay on the offense.”
- George W. Bush in a news conference with President Hamid Karzai of Afghanistan. (Italics mine)
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Interesting Note
The question the reporter asked to prompt the above remarks did not resemble the President’s rephrasing of it in the least…
“Former President Clinton says that your administration had no meetings on bin Laden for nine months after he left office. Is that factually accurate? And how do you respond to his charges?”
Your thoughts appreciated…
Expensive Helmets
Alright, before we go any further: you know how on the radio during car commercials there is always this sleazy voice that explains all the legal mumbo jumbo before the actual sales pitches really digs in? Well, good. Remember that.
This last week, I have had to commute back and forth from Glendale to Fountain Hills. Depending on traffic, it took as much as an hour and a half. My job with Starbucks takes me to all the new stores in the region to help them train new partners (employees) and set up the store for success. And our newest store just opened near 165th Street and Shea. Needless to say, I have had lots of time to think. And lots of time to listen to the radio. By far the shining part of my commute-filled week happened when the program director (or whoever is in charge of advertising) for KZON placed two commercials awkwardly next to each other…
Single Syllable Sophistication
I work for Starbucks.
And to do my job well I need to be outgoing, wacky, and generally welcoming. On any given day, I say hello to 300-500 people who don’t care how my day is going. They care that they are under-caffienated. A problem that they trust I can fix. Yesterday I was working at the busiest store in the southwest (92nd Street and Shea) and served 100 said people in a half hour. For those not so good at math, that’s a lot of under-caffienated people.
But the point is this; I exert a lot of energy every day, and don’t receive much time to relax. Which is fine, I can embody all those happy, jaw-screwed-in-place-and-smiling adjectives on a normal basis. But it wears me out. So I treat myself to an evening alone every once in a while to recoup and rejuvenate.
One such night was last night…
A Grown Up Life
Hello. I am Sam. Being a faithful Chimps reader, you are perceptive and realize that this is, in fact, my first entry here. So I thought I would spend a couple of paragraphs to introduce myself.
As with most people who live in middle-class suburbia, the first eighteen (18) years of my life were (1) dull, (2) predictable, and (3) otherwise void of anything worth hearing about. So let’s teleport to college. Or better put- my attempt at college…
Wastin’ Bills, Part 2 or Valley Schwag Review or WTFC!!!
$14.99 can buy a lot these days. I could get a decent steak dinner at the Outback. 20 redbulls can be had for that price. It could buy the newest Kelly Clarkson album and a pack of gum. You could get one sleeve of a Lacoste shirt. Or landscaping for three hours. All of which would have been more enjoyable than my order of Valley Schwag.
Wastin’ Bills
I make a lot of stupid purchases. When I was 14, I bought a remote control build-yer-own wooden boat. I spent weeks working on it and only finished the hull. At 15, it was Christian music and t-shirts. My most shameful was at 17, when I purchased Nads and then couldn’t “bare” the pain and had to buy Epil Stop to finish the job. Last year, I bought a hiking backpack and the domain names notonmyspace.com and imnotonmyspace.com. Most recently, I’ve purchased Diesel Jeans in the wrong size and dinner for my blind date.
Every one of those purchases seemed like a good idea at the time (excluding the jeans and date). Now, with the power of the Internet, I’ve increased the frequency of my bad purchases with 1-click shopping. And so goes what I’m sure will be my newest waste of money:
Thanks to Jason for the link. If all goes as planned, I’ll be documenting the sweet “free” Valley Schwag I get each month.
Sleeping Arrangement
So you can’t sleep. What do you do? Ok, so it’s just me with the problem. I’m sure it’s stress related anyway (graduation, projects, job hunting, etc) which would of course explain waking up at 5-6 a.m. randomly thinking about my projects.
Some of you know I’m in the design college at ASU, which means I’m technically not allowed to sleep a full 8 hours due to being in my major alone. I signed a contract when I began the program 4 years ago stating that I would not sleep 8 hours unless I spent a minimum of 2 hours dreaming about my projects. More or less, that’s just how it goes. Too many things to do, not enough hours in the day.
Vertigo isn’t just a feeling
Ok, I have to admit I’m still a child at heart. I’m not talking about my love for video games or Batman, I’m talking about comic books.
Recently, I’d probably say within the past 4 months, I started picking up comics again. I don’t think I’ve bought one since I was 13 or so. I was near an Atomic Comics in Mesa getting lunch so I thought I’d stop in for the hell of it.
Spring Break, where art thou?
I bet you’re thinking Greg is having an awesome time in Australia. You might also be thinking I had a exciting Spring Break. Well you’re wrong about the second one. Other than working on homework, working on my house, and painting my girlfriend’s bathroom, I really didn’t do much. I’d say one of the highlights of spring break would be the cat licking my hair every morning when I woke up. Thrilling, I know.
When you are in the design college at ASU you don’t get a spring break, Greg can back me up there. The only spring break in college I’ve had I spent eating a ton of food. Not that it wasn’t fun, but can’t a guy ask for a vacation?
Waiter Rantings, Part 1
One of the worst jobs I’ve had was waiting tables at a pizza restaurant. Not because I was a waiter, infact it’s great money. It was because of the people I had to deal with every second while I was out on the floor.
My point is, being a former waiter I have some mutual respect for other waiters out there. That is unless they are… special cases.