GOOGLE - A STALKERS BEST FRIEND
There is now a function within the Google search engine that gives you the address and name of any listed phone number you enter.  For example, a guy meets a girl and gives her his number, she calls and after about a fifteen minute conversation she realizes that he's a jerk and certifiable.  She decides to never call him again...but now he has her number.  He used to only be able to call her at 3:00 am, but thanks to GOOGLE he not only can call her but he can enter her phone number into their search engine and if she is listed in the phone book he can get her full name and address.  But it doesn't stop there!  GOOGLE was so nice to this impetuous stalker that they even provided him with two map searches for her address so that he can actually drive by her house whenever he wants!  Before, if he didn't know her name he would have to search the entire phone book page by page to find her...but GOOGLE doesn't think that stalkers should have to go through so much trouble...so they made it easier.  Now I ask you...is there ever any reason on this earth that anyone would have a legitimate reason to use this feature?  No...but since it is technically "public record" I guess GOOGLE  thinks they have done a good thing.

FEBRUARY 2005

HANGING THE PANTS AT HALF-CRACK
Have you been to a fast food restaurant lately?  Have you seen a teenager wearing his pants halfway off his ass lately?  If you answer "yes" to both of these, chances are it was on the same day.  I'm not sure what the reasoning is behind wearing their pants like that, but quite frankly I'm tired of some kid with his pants down at his knees handing my food to me.

When are these fast food restaurants going to have a dress code?  It's bad enough that some of them have no personal hygiene skills, but now I have to be served by a kid who keeps hiking his pants down as far as his McDonalds shirt will allow without displaying his butt-crack?  It's rather disgusting, and maybe we ought to start boycotting certain fast food restaurants one at a time until they start making these kids pull their damn pants up!

One kid went so far as to stick his hand down his back side to make sure his shirt was tucked in...then he went on to grab the fries and stuff them in the bag.  I just walked out without placing an order.

It's about time we tell these businesses that we don't want any crack with our burger.  Fries, sure.  Butt-crack?  HELL NO!

OCTOBER 2004

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