If you are like me, you forget things very easily, but I have always been obsessed with creating funny, innovative, and odd passwords. When I worked at Convergys, I mean AT&T, I had to create a lot of passwords. We even had a sheet to keep track of the twenty some odd passwords. That is a lot to remember. I decided to keep them pretty similar.... Where am I going with this? I guess, I'm saying is to make passwords that you will never forget. Cause if your forget them and your security questions, you are screwed.
My very first hotmail password was 'technology', since then I have moved on to, 'iate6monks', ',,,yourock,,,55', 'youdontknowme!', 'ihateeverythingaboutgarbage1234', and finally 'hiiiiiiii8'. To ensure password strength you should also consider capitalizing one of the letters. Just a thought.
A white MC no more.
I set up a twitter account a few months ago. I didn't really use it, mostly because I wasn't following anyone. With the help of one of my brothers, I have realized that following tweeting is what its all about. There is this one guy, FreeDarko, that posts some amazing things. I laugh every night. Its a ritual I have before going to bed. I look at my tweeting people, click their links, and love life....
Darko had this link on the yesterday that influenced me to hang up the MC dream.
I guess I was never really committed anyways.
Never had a cool rap name. Or could really rhyme. Or could pull any of it off. Now I guess I better get that Vanilla Ice tat removed off my back.
Darko had this link on the yesterday that influenced me to hang up the MC dream.
I guess I was never really committed anyways.
Never had a cool rap name. Or could really rhyme. Or could pull any of it off. Now I guess I better get that Vanilla Ice tat removed off my back.
How about no.
There are all sorts of programs, self-help books, and pundits that are encouraging people to take control of their lives. I say watch this bull calf.That is what it's all about, taking initiative. If any of us were even remotely close to being as driven as this baby, we could do wonders. Before I get ahead of myself it's important to put this video in context. This baby is fighting for his life, literally. From two opponents that are known for killing. He also has the help of his community and family.
In a philosophical way, we are all fighting for our lives, and there are many people who are willing to help us in our battle. Look with a deeper meaning at this video, or just appreciate how awesome animals are.
Business...
If you follow my twitter page and my facebook page, you know that I love business classes. If you didn't know that, now you know, and you probably feel like an idiot for not getting on the web to see what my statuses are... not that you don't have a lot to check anyways. Youtube. Gmail. Folkstory.us. Your lousy blog. Your families blog pictures. ESPN. SI. Your bank account. The onion. Facebook. Blah blah blah. I have completed my general education credits. Now, I just have my core, the focus of my major. I am sure you are familiar with this concept. What this really means is that I now am stuck with the same sorry group of people in all of my classes. Yes, SUU is that small. Every day I arise with the knowledge that I will see the other "happy" business people.
The classes are interesting. I love learning about accounts payable, tax codes, and the Sarbanes-Oxley Act. Not. I still have some hoops to jump through before the fun classes. Not only is the material rather bland, the company is a bunch of pissed off, opinionated, and cash hungry kids. I am not just being negative - I am kinda - but my other buddies have mentioned to me how angry some of the kids seem. My first day of business law I almost saw Piggy get eaten. All Piggy said was that he could find the workbook in the book store, which was a bad idea because it obviously showed his weakness, and the hunters attacked. "Well, I found the book." "Yeah, I was there like, just before this class, so 15 minutes ago. And it WAS there."
The second casualty came just minutes later. When the professor asked how our current political movement has affected the economy. A girl in the back suggested that while the economy is suffering now, the future looks bright under the leadership of Obama and co. So many hands shot up I had to move my head to the side so I would get slapped. "This is worse than the great depression." "Obama might as well be FDR! He is has done more to tear this country apart than any other man!" "We are moving towards a fascism government. Our politicians have truly lost their way, they have forgotten what true libertarianism is!" I swallowed hard.
Hours later, another building, another class, another student calculates a statistic problem incorrectly. He is murdered on site. Harassed from all sides. I put my calculator away, pretending that I don't have one. That way I will be safe. I don't know what it is about these people, but they have ZERO tolerance. I fear that I may not last through the semester.
Just keep telling myself its business time. I'm a business, man.
The classes are interesting. I love learning about accounts payable, tax codes, and the Sarbanes-Oxley Act. Not. I still have some hoops to jump through before the fun classes. Not only is the material rather bland, the company is a bunch of pissed off, opinionated, and cash hungry kids. I am not just being negative - I am kinda - but my other buddies have mentioned to me how angry some of the kids seem. My first day of business law I almost saw Piggy get eaten. All Piggy said was that he could find the workbook in the book store, which was a bad idea because it obviously showed his weakness, and the hunters attacked. "Well, I found the book." "Yeah, I was there like, just before this class, so 15 minutes ago. And it WAS there."
The second casualty came just minutes later. When the professor asked how our current political movement has affected the economy. A girl in the back suggested that while the economy is suffering now, the future looks bright under the leadership of Obama and co. So many hands shot up I had to move my head to the side so I would get slapped. "This is worse than the great depression." "Obama might as well be FDR! He is has done more to tear this country apart than any other man!" "We are moving towards a fascism government. Our politicians have truly lost their way, they have forgotten what true libertarianism is!" I swallowed hard.
Hours later, another building, another class, another student calculates a statistic problem incorrectly. He is murdered on site. Harassed from all sides. I put my calculator away, pretending that I don't have one. That way I will be safe. I don't know what it is about these people, but they have ZERO tolerance. I fear that I may not last through the semester.
Just keep telling myself its business time. I'm a business, man.
Is it really?
Within a matter of fifteen minutes the other day I heard four different people say, "... the greatest thing since sliced bread." That got me thinking. What is so great about sliced bread? What is so hard about taking out a knife and cutting a slice? -- The slices won't be uniform from cut to cut. People will have to actually cut the bread, which takes entirely too long, plus they might cut themselves.
As a people, we need to resist the urge to say this, unless, we genuinely mean it. Take this time, right now, to think... pause, and ask yourself, is sliced bread really the greatest idea or invention (if we can even call it that, cause it was more or less discovered, right?) to happen? I mean, it might be compared to flowers or something else. I can think of a copious amount of ideas that are better than sliced bread. Once, I had an idea to build a potato gun, and I did it. That day is still better than sliced bread. Who came up with the idea to put headlights on a car; way better than sliced bread. What about the idea of non smoking areas? Or bidets? Yeah, we can all agree on that.
-- But David, you are forgetting, that said statement above is only referring to the years proceeding the invention of sliced bread. Forget the printing press, gunpowder, fire, wheels, and ice cream.
Taken from Primermagazine.com: In 1912, after eons of non-sliced whole grain terror, Otto Rohwedder of Iowa devised a machine with no purpose other than to slice bread. Unfortunately, soon after the prototype’s creation, the contraption – which, in its first iteration, could only handle one loaf at a time – perished in a fire. Despite this setback, Otto realized his dream and the dream of sandwich enthusiasts everywhere of a fully operational, multi-loaf bread-slicing apparatus in 1928 (don’t laugh, stuff took a long time, back then).
*1934 Monopoly. Tape Recorder.
*1937 Jet Engine.
*1939 Electron Microscope.
*1940 Color Television.
*1946 Microwave.
*1948 Velcro. Juke Box.
*1950 Credit Card.
So next time say, "Michael Vick is the greatest thing since the jet engine, which can transport me across the country is about 6 hours."
As a people, we need to resist the urge to say this, unless, we genuinely mean it. Take this time, right now, to think... pause, and ask yourself, is sliced bread really the greatest idea or invention (if we can even call it that, cause it was more or less discovered, right?) to happen? I mean, it might be compared to flowers or something else. I can think of a copious amount of ideas that are better than sliced bread. Once, I had an idea to build a potato gun, and I did it. That day is still better than sliced bread. Who came up with the idea to put headlights on a car; way better than sliced bread. What about the idea of non smoking areas? Or bidets? Yeah, we can all agree on that.
-- But David, you are forgetting, that said statement above is only referring to the years proceeding the invention of sliced bread. Forget the printing press, gunpowder, fire, wheels, and ice cream.
Taken from Primermagazine.com: In 1912, after eons of non-sliced whole grain terror, Otto Rohwedder of Iowa devised a machine with no purpose other than to slice bread. Unfortunately, soon after the prototype’s creation, the contraption – which, in its first iteration, could only handle one loaf at a time – perished in a fire. Despite this setback, Otto realized his dream and the dream of sandwich enthusiasts everywhere of a fully operational, multi-loaf bread-slicing apparatus in 1928 (don’t laugh, stuff took a long time, back then).
The first commercial application of Otto’s eventual handiwork took place in July of 1928, when the Chillicothe Baking Company of Missouri unveiled “Kleen Maid Sliced Bread.” This initial foray into the market was an expected success.
Otto’s suddenly popular and effective invention marked the beginning of an innovative period (additional slicing machines were built and sold to smaller companies following the Chillicothe effort) that culminated in 1930 when a newly national food brand called Wonder Bread marketed sliced bread across America; the Wonder ad campaigns are credited with the proliferation of the expression “the greatest thing since sliced bread.
Lets take a look at a timeline of inventions after 1930 till 1950, that are worth mentioning:*1934 Monopoly. Tape Recorder.
*1937 Jet Engine.
*1939 Electron Microscope.
*1940 Color Television.
*1946 Microwave.
*1948 Velcro. Juke Box.
*1950 Credit Card.
So next time say, "Michael Vick is the greatest thing since the jet engine, which can transport me across the country is about 6 hours."
Mon quata fata!
My uncle Rob is probably one of the funniest men you could ever meet... for an hour or so. I love him and don't want this to portray him in a bad light. That being said, I want to present the man who lives with my parents, cause everyone could benefit from meeting the man, the myth, the legend: THE MON QUATA FATA.
Robert Sessions Hart is in his mid fifties. He has dark gray hair and a pronounced mustache, which he loves. He parts his hair for church and has his pants lifted up above his belly button. His head will automatically bob from side to side when he hears those beats you can find on 103.7 The River, Reno's number one oldies station. He is a gaming master, with skills ranging from scrabble to zilch; he dominates any dice game. Although his mathematical reasoning is a little unorthodox (he multiplies and adds integers out loud, "Six by four is ten... one to eight to four by six is...") he always gets the right answer. While his laugh is infectious and endearing, his fierce hatred for getting his picture taken and Mexicans is alarming.
"The Lurker" is a fitting nickname in consequence of his unusual way of getting behind you when you are reading, or watching a movie, or speaking on the phone. He lurks around at night, turning off all of the lights in the house, using a flashlight. Even though he gets up early for work every morning, movie watching takes him late in the wee hours of night. An avid movie goer, he has seen them all, even if they haven't been released as yet; seeing the movie preview counts. Robert has to be apart of every conversation. He just waits for a keyword, something he can interject his knowedge about. The man knows someone from everywhere. I mean, you name a state, or a city, he has a friend there. He knows their name as well, after you give him a second or two to recall it. He is also full of one liners. Lemme give you some Robisms, which are usually dished out when others are around... to impress them, and show how smart he can be.
We are sitting down to play a game. That is a common scenario that we find ourselves in with Rob. We are playing Yahtzee. I am rolling poorly and am complaining. Rob interjects, "You have to practice. If you practice then you find it easier concerning onto how to play better. Think about it stud, then you'll see." I respond that this makes zero sense. Rob isn't backing down "Oh come on. Its not that hard. It is just life." I counter with some sass and say that I know that Yahtzee is very much apart of life, but practicing rolling dice will do me no good because the game is made up of chance. His response? "If it comes time to it will." I say that it will never come time for it, whatever it we are talking about. "Oh you think so huh," Rob says with his eyebrows raised up to the ceiling, eyes bulging out of his head, "Well, its possible if you put you mind to it." I disagree with him, which results in his final dismissal of me, "Whatever, whatever." The conversation is now over.
Some other favorite things he loves to do is say the exact opposite of you. I enjoy singing to Rob, improve style, mixed with some raps in about him. I love doing this because he will make up some of his own lyrics. The other day I was singing about 'love' and 'church', which he fought off with 'hate' and 'napping'. It is also extremely important for him to know if people are full or part time in their job. Or if they are Mormon. You will not need a GPS around him, he knows where you are going, and can point extremely well to open parking spaces, also he can point to which way you are turning, and will give a satisfying sigh when you go HIS way. Finally, he loves giving out nicknames.
Robert Sessions Hart is in his mid fifties. He has dark gray hair and a pronounced mustache, which he loves. He parts his hair for church and has his pants lifted up above his belly button. His head will automatically bob from side to side when he hears those beats you can find on 103.7 The River, Reno's number one oldies station. He is a gaming master, with skills ranging from scrabble to zilch; he dominates any dice game. Although his mathematical reasoning is a little unorthodox (he multiplies and adds integers out loud, "Six by four is ten... one to eight to four by six is...") he always gets the right answer. While his laugh is infectious and endearing, his fierce hatred for getting his picture taken and Mexicans is alarming.
We are sitting down to play a game. That is a common scenario that we find ourselves in with Rob. We are playing Yahtzee. I am rolling poorly and am complaining. Rob interjects, "You have to practice. If you practice then you find it easier concerning onto how to play better. Think about it stud, then you'll see." I respond that this makes zero sense. Rob isn't backing down "Oh come on. Its not that hard. It is just life." I counter with some sass and say that I know that Yahtzee is very much apart of life, but practicing rolling dice will do me no good because the game is made up of chance. His response? "If it comes time to it will." I say that it will never come time for it, whatever it we are talking about. "Oh you think so huh," Rob says with his eyebrows raised up to the ceiling, eyes bulging out of his head, "Well, its possible if you put you mind to it." I disagree with him, which results in his final dismissal of me, "Whatever, whatever." The conversation is now over.
Some other favorite things he loves to do is say the exact opposite of you. I enjoy singing to Rob, improve style, mixed with some raps in about him. I love doing this because he will make up some of his own lyrics. The other day I was singing about 'love' and 'church', which he fought off with 'hate' and 'napping'. It is also extremely important for him to know if people are full or part time in their job. Or if they are Mormon. You will not need a GPS around him, he knows where you are going, and can point extremely well to open parking spaces, also he can point to which way you are turning, and will give a satisfying sigh when you go HIS way. Finally, he loves giving out nicknames.
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