![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
So I'm sick. I think I caught something from the girls. It's pretty nasty, too. Fortunately, I get to work from home now, so working is no problem, right? Didn't do dick today. Just felt like crap.
*****
So I'm watching "All Access Embarrassing Moments" on VH1. They just showed the clip with Joe Namath hitting on the ESPN sideline reporter. "I just want to kiss you." Funny stuff. They had Tara Reid's boob moment, too, but that's old mammary news. Ashley Simpson's moment on SNL is on right now.
*****
Back to work stuff. As my new assignment has panned out, I've discovered exactly what it is I'm going to be doing. For the moment, I'm doing massive spreadsheets, for the sole purpose of collating every server this account has globally. Once that's done, it will be turned into a project, where I will be used as a technical resource in installing and configuring the backup application for the account. I kind of knew about that, figuring my role would maybe take four to six months to carry out. What I just found out, however, is that I'm actually part of a new team that has nothing to do with that project. Officially, I'm now a "backup and storage architect". I'm only going to leave home for major projects, and even then, it could be few and far between. To me, that sounds like job security for while. And I still don't have to deal with the local client management. Essentially, what she did was try to get me booted, and I've ended up with a lateral promotion. Go me! Fuck her!
*****
Did I mention I feel crappy?
*****
I want to know who's responsible for creating a cartoon based on Grandma Got Run Over by a Reindeer. How do people get away with that? And don't give me the money excuse. Yeah, Barnum had it pegged, there's one born every minute. But where do you pitch crap like this? This is not like pitching Dr. Seuss to CBS, saying "Chuck Jones will illustrate, it'll be a huge Christmas hit, and the commercial dollars will roll in every Christmas." Which is true, actually, as How the Grinch Stole Christmas turns 40 this year. On last night, too. I love the Grinch. Stink. Stank. Stunk.
But back to this abomination of a Christmas cartoon tonight. It was terrible. Bad animation. A lousy story. And having to suffer through that damned song every five or ten minutes of the show. You can't change the channel of course, as it's sacriledge to not watch a Christmas cartoon when it's on. But I want to know the thought process. It's like the Hamster Dance album. Yes, you heard me. Hampsterdance:the Album? Same people, I'm sure, all sitting around going, "Hey, here's an idea! Let's take that hamster song and put it on an album, then add another thirteen songs with that same annoying voice. It'll sell like hotcakes!" That was a couple of years ago. I'm sure this cartoon the kids were watching was even older. This year's aggravating, take-advantage-of-fads product? Why it's Crazy Frog of course.
What? You don't remember Crazy Frog?
Ol' Crazy Frog has an album, too. Several, in fact. What really caught my attention, however, was the line of Crazy Frog accessories out this year. Ooh, yeah, fun for the whole family. And for that board of directors scheming to defraud us with next years big dumbass fad.
*****
About that Grinch special last night. It was pretty cool. It looked like a remastered version, as the colors were really vivid and bright, more so than the showing I caught last week. Maybe that was my imagination, though. Anyway, it goes through the whole show, its wonderful Chuck Jones schtick and all. At the end, there's a little (okay, a half hour) bit about how the cartoon was made. To my dismay, children could really give two shits about how a cartoon is made, as long as they're able to watch an actual cartoon. So off went the TV. Oh well.
*****
It's with much sorry that I grieve for the loss of Peter Boyle today. Such a wonderful actor, really one of my favorites. His appearance on X Files was my favorite episode. He won an Emmy for that role. In tribute to his awesomeness, I give you this, his breakout comedy role.
[Error: unknown template video]
Rest in peace, Peter Boyle.
*****
Parting shot: kids scared shitless of Santa.
*****
So I'm watching "All Access Embarrassing Moments" on VH1. They just showed the clip with Joe Namath hitting on the ESPN sideline reporter. "I just want to kiss you." Funny stuff. They had Tara Reid's boob moment, too, but that's old mammary news. Ashley Simpson's moment on SNL is on right now.
*****
Back to work stuff. As my new assignment has panned out, I've discovered exactly what it is I'm going to be doing. For the moment, I'm doing massive spreadsheets, for the sole purpose of collating every server this account has globally. Once that's done, it will be turned into a project, where I will be used as a technical resource in installing and configuring the backup application for the account. I kind of knew about that, figuring my role would maybe take four to six months to carry out. What I just found out, however, is that I'm actually part of a new team that has nothing to do with that project. Officially, I'm now a "backup and storage architect". I'm only going to leave home for major projects, and even then, it could be few and far between. To me, that sounds like job security for while. And I still don't have to deal with the local client management. Essentially, what she did was try to get me booted, and I've ended up with a lateral promotion. Go me! Fuck her!
*****
Did I mention I feel crappy?
*****
I want to know who's responsible for creating a cartoon based on Grandma Got Run Over by a Reindeer. How do people get away with that? And don't give me the money excuse. Yeah, Barnum had it pegged, there's one born every minute. But where do you pitch crap like this? This is not like pitching Dr. Seuss to CBS, saying "Chuck Jones will illustrate, it'll be a huge Christmas hit, and the commercial dollars will roll in every Christmas." Which is true, actually, as How the Grinch Stole Christmas turns 40 this year. On last night, too. I love the Grinch. Stink. Stank. Stunk.
But back to this abomination of a Christmas cartoon tonight. It was terrible. Bad animation. A lousy story. And having to suffer through that damned song every five or ten minutes of the show. You can't change the channel of course, as it's sacriledge to not watch a Christmas cartoon when it's on. But I want to know the thought process. It's like the Hamster Dance album. Yes, you heard me. Hampsterdance:the Album? Same people, I'm sure, all sitting around going, "Hey, here's an idea! Let's take that hamster song and put it on an album, then add another thirteen songs with that same annoying voice. It'll sell like hotcakes!" That was a couple of years ago. I'm sure this cartoon the kids were watching was even older. This year's aggravating, take-advantage-of-fads product? Why it's Crazy Frog of course.
What? You don't remember Crazy Frog?
Ol' Crazy Frog has an album, too. Several, in fact. What really caught my attention, however, was the line of Crazy Frog accessories out this year. Ooh, yeah, fun for the whole family. And for that board of directors scheming to defraud us with next years big dumbass fad.
*****
About that Grinch special last night. It was pretty cool. It looked like a remastered version, as the colors were really vivid and bright, more so than the showing I caught last week. Maybe that was my imagination, though. Anyway, it goes through the whole show, its wonderful Chuck Jones schtick and all. At the end, there's a little (okay, a half hour) bit about how the cartoon was made. To my dismay, children could really give two shits about how a cartoon is made, as long as they're able to watch an actual cartoon. So off went the TV. Oh well.
*****
It's with much sorry that I grieve for the loss of Peter Boyle today. Such a wonderful actor, really one of my favorites. His appearance on X Files was my favorite episode. He won an Emmy for that role. In tribute to his awesomeness, I give you this, his breakout comedy role.
[Error: unknown template video]
Rest in peace, Peter Boyle.
*****
Parting shot: kids scared shitless of Santa.
