Russell & Kimmy

So I was goofing off online and I saw this. Visually it is stunning, but I am not sure it conveys the sense of inherent manliness that a urinal should posses; plus I think I would have a hard time taking a leak on some porcelain petals. Technically it is functional, but is it art?

I would have to say yes. As creative tool using monkeys, everything we touch does contain some degree of artistic talent. It is impossible for a human to create something that does not contain something artistic to someone. It is artistic but why would you want to create a $7500 urinal for someone to piss on. It degrades the art drop by drop till all you have left is a really expensive toilet. Plus I bet it is a real pain to clean.

Speaking of pain, urinals and being pissed on; sometimes I think my customers at work view me as an omnipotent urinal. I am something they can dump/piss on with regularity, thank you Metamucil, but they expect/demand a cheerful all knowingness from me. Customers expect our Gestapo investigators to “ascertain” all the information they could possibly want and get snippy when I point out that pesky thing called the law keeps us from busting kneecaps to get it for them. Even more annoying is when they try to cram an email full of sarcasm, and they have no clue what they are whining about. I really love responding to those. I love rubbing their face in the ….err politely pointing out the stupidity of what they are whining about. But what is most annoying is it only takes one idiot customer to piss me off and flush my week down the drain. Remember people, my company does not employee psychics.

Good thing I have the internet, a whole mess of blogs to read, and other employees to annoy while at work; other wise the customers might annoy me even more.

Sweet, Kimmy is no longer disabled; last Friday I got my stitches out. Today, I was lobbying the 80th Texas Legislature to pass the Interior Design Practice Act. Want more information, check it out…

A person other than an Interior Designer may not: Engage in the practice of interior design unless registered; hold a person out as engaged in the practice unless under the supervisory control of a registered interior designer or use the title or term interior designer or interior design in any form.

What we are trying to get to happen is regulate who can practice interior design and where. Anyone can decorate, but licensed interior designers are the only ones who can decorate/design for commercial areas to provide safety for the public.

Was suppose to meet the governor today, but he was not available to meet with us. More later.

Its so hard to be angry and pissed when there are such cute moments flooding my life.  Having a cat that is codependent and needy creates a lot of cuddly time.  Despite all of that, Verizon Wireless is doing a bang-up job of clouding my sunny disposition by stoking my rage furnace with cheap, filthy, coal.

 Most months Kimmy and I very rarely use our cellphones and Verizon gobbles up those unused minutes and merrily charges my card. Last month we blew through our minutes and racked up a $125.00 phone bill. Normally I would be pissed and would have to suck it up, but the morons managed to mis-align my attitude in the last month of my contract. So I drove over to Cingular and had a nice salesman named Steve kiss my butt, run a credit check and tell me how happy Cingular would be to provide me cheap cellphone service. I love having my butt kissed.

Even more fun is I get a new phone. I am thinking of the Samsung D807.

This Code Monkey is tired, Monday and Wednesday are my long days at work and they kill me. I spent the last 3 hours of work playing with some back up software and babysitting Joyce the Voice. Luckily work will be un-plugging Joyce the Voice soon and I won’t be working so late. Which is both good and bad; I am lazy but I can always use the money …. having one more mouth to feed puts a strain on the budget. Especially when that extra mouth likes to wake me up @ 2:00 A.M.

Having a kitty is just one of the many changes that have run Kimmy and me down like a herd of hungry chihuahuas. Luckily for us we have a skitish kitty that would run away from the ferocious chihuahuas. If only she were more afraid of what I would do to her for waking me up everynight this week. I wonder how I would look in fur underwear?? Despite the cat waking me up everynight the year is slowly getting better. Even though the year started with such a craptacular start
the bad luck seems to have gotten stuck behind us like Taft in a bath tub. Kimmy’s hand is slowly getting better. She gets her stiches yanked out Friday and the plastic surgeon gave her hand two thumbs up. We both are staying away from knives and counting our blessings.

Although I really have a hankering for avacados, now that they are the forbidden fruit and no longer welcome in our kitchen.

The year has been a bit hard on Kimmy and I.  Yet we have persevered and survived with the help of friends, family, and complete strangers. We both are a little sore; Kimmy is still recovering from the stinging kiss of an acerbic knife and I am recovering from paintball.  Both of us are glad to be home.