Catching up with the Season 2.5 of The Walking Dead.
OMG, I pretty much marked out like when Benoit made Triple H tap.
Screen capture courtesy of Shadow of Reflection
Holy hell
Has it grown with age? I mean, everyone knew that Triple H always had a big schnozz, but in comparison to Shawn Michaels’ diminutive-sized in comparison sniffer, it’s like comparing watermelons to grapes.
Seriously, not really the best camera angle to use at all, if Mr. Levesque is at all conscientious about the size of his nose.
Why slack today when you can also slack tomorrow?
I don’t really mean to vent so much about my job so much lately, but lately, there really hasn’t been that much going on otherwise in my life, other than eating, LoL-ing or going to the gym. Routine is good, sometimes.
But today, I don’t really have much else to do. Long story short, I have a project that’s been going on since November, which is a prime example of what happens when a project manager lets the client walk all over them, and subsequently the creative departments that actually makes the tangible shit happen. If this were a real creative agency or company, the project would be complete by now because in those types of business models, revisions cost money. The more revisions, the more money. The more money involved, the less the client wants to spend, meaning more efficiency on their end, and less tedious work on our end.
I guess it’s not really a shortened story, but to cut to the chase, I’m efficient, and ready for this project to be out the door, and I have literally done all of my part in order to put this project on the doorstep of the printing process. Literally, this project is all but done aside from the printing. But the project manager feels that there has been a disconnect in the process, which there was, which I rectified the issues that came up as a result of it, and wants to have a discussion with all the cooks in the kitchen. But one of the cooks isn’t in the office today, so this discussion is scheduled for when this cook returns. I explain that there really isn’t a need for any discussion, and I’m essentially dismissively told that yes, there is. O-kay.
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Have you ever…
Began typing up an email to a colleague explaining how something isn’t going to work with a project, but even when you’re 90% done writing this long and elaborate email with appropriate corporate-ese and buzz words, it dawns on you that it’s still probably just easier to not confer with morons and just do the work, arduous as it might be, just to avoid the impending confusion and headaches that would come along with pressing the “send” button?
Today is one of those days
In which I feel as if I have no faith in humanity. I’m not pompous enough to declare myself a metaphorical mister perfect by any stretch of the imagination, but I’ll go as far as to say that things would be a lot better if there were more people that were a little bit more like me than what they typically are on a regular basis. I’m amazed at how spineless, stupid, lacking in common sense, oblivious or all of the above, people sometimes are, and today is one of those days in which I can’t seem to get away from any of these metaphorical life ballasts that make my faith in people dwindle even lower than it sometimes gets.
It’s always like this snowball effect too, because it always starts very innocuously, but as they day progresses, I continue to see more and more stupidity, and then my morale towards the human race dips to where I get saddened by it, and then I become irritable.
Love my job
Layout must be vibrant, dynamic, visually appealing, and consistent with brand guidelines.
Wow. Lots of buzzwords. Wait for it…
File must be a Word document
Of course it does.
Why I like Fast Five so much
I have a rather tall friend whose parents happen to be from Brazil. He is a kind and gentle giant of a friend, and I rather enjoy having his friendship. His sister once inadvertently, unknowingly prevented me from getting pulled over a long time ago, by setting the mother of all automotive picks on the road, allowing me the time necessary to duck into a small neighborhood until I ditched the star. Anyway, he, his parents, as well as his sister gave me good faith that Brazilians were good persons.
Well, I take that all back, and recognize my eight-foot tall friend and his family as clearly exceptions to the rule, or products of having lived in America for so long. Because after playing League of Legends for as long as I’ve been playing now, I’ve come to the interim conclusion that Brazilians are the most insufferable, obnoxious and griefing people on the face of the planet.