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'Generational Consultant' Holds America's Fakest Job

The fakest job corporate America ever created was "Branding Consultant"—until now. Meet Anne Loehr, a "business coach" who will (for a small fee) explain the mysteries of "Generation Y" to a corporate audience. She knows your soul, kids.

Loehr is 44. She spent the entire decade of the 90s running hotel and safari operations in Kenya. Nevertheless, she has managed to master the subtle nuances of Generation Boomer, Generation X, and Generation Y. She uses her knowledge to educate the olds about "people born in the late 1970s or early 1980s." That's us, and you, creative underclass!

PANDEMIC!!!

Also I'm on meds, and they are fucking me up. I'm supposed to wear sunscreen says the pharmacist, because the meds make me sensative to sunlight.

So I wlk from the Walkley/Heron to Herongate and back, which is like a total of 5 minutes in the Sun?

And my skin is tomato red (well not now), I've sweat away half of my body mass ad I'm shaking. WTF? DRUGS!!!

Also, and interview with Ray Larabie!

My new fave treat, with some Red Rose tea.

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5 or 6 days remain after this. 4 day work weeks, ho!

Sty Militant, Workers. [because I'm not anymore, *sob*]

Anyone who lived through the avian flu is totally doomed. No, this isn't media hype, it's a PANDEMIC!!!!

So they still haven't shipped my TV yet, and I'm afraid this means my transformation to bougie ass hat is going to be completed next week. Let me explain.

You see, I went to the office of Leon's today and was all like, so where is my TV at, and they were like, oh, it was shipped to Scarborough on the 6th (of April), after the lady at the counter told me it usually takes two weeks to ship to the Scar. (The sales rep said it would take one week). So they were both wrong, as evidenced by their mindless blurting out of the fact that it was already where they said it would take weeks to get to.

Then the lady was like, you could also get one of the newer models, they're only about $300 more. I didn't say anything at that point, because that was a pretty outrageous thing to say, in my estimation. They sold me something at a certain price, I want it. At that price. Not my fault you sold the floor model I purchased. If you can't give the TV or one like it of equal or greater value, give me my money back. amirite? I'd rather get the TV though.

Anyhow, I'll have to be one of the fucking bitches I detest and be all like, "give me satisfaction"!

Also a Generation Me! redux article in Newsweek.

A new book says we're in a narcissism epidemic. Why you're not so special.

...we've built up the confidence of our kids, but in that process, we've created a generation of hot-house flowers puffed with a disproportionate sense of self-worth (the definition of narcissism) and without the resiliency skills they need when Mommy and Daddy can't fix something.

When they're faced with the straight-out question—do you agree with this research, that you guys are the most narcissistic generation ever—there are uniform head nods and knowing grins to each other. "At the end of the day I love me and I don't think that's wrong," says Sharise Tucker, a 21-year-old senior at Southern Connecticut State, a self-professed narcissist. "I don't think it's a problem, having most people love themselves. I love me."

Well, our society had to stop being so ascendant eventually.

Yes, I have it now, at home. That is where I am, blogging about how I have internets.

Yes, I have a new computer.

AMD Athlon 2 7750 processor, 4 GB ddr2 RAM, Gigabyte Something Something motherboard, ATI Radeon 4800 w/1 GB onboard memory video card, 1TB Seagate HD, Antec Sonata III mid-tower, wireless mouse and keyboard, 22" Samsung LCD monitor. Running Windows Vista Ultimate + SP1 (32 bit version, which sux, because it only sees about 3.3 GB of my memory).

It is good to have the smaller monitor, I can do stuff on it now instead of the monster that I am going to be getting later.

So. 39. Huh. I have all kinds of emotions and whatnot, but I will either spare you, or put them here later.

What is relevant now is that I saw a recipe for avocado pie yesterday, so I made one for my birthday. Fucking delish! Also Easy peasy, pudding and pie!

I took 3 avocaders, 1/3 of a block of cream cheese, 1 300ml (10 fl oz?) can of sweetened condensed milk, the juice of 6 freshly squeezed lemons (about 1 cup), and 1 tablespoon of sugar. Puree the shit out of the ingredients, then put them in a graham cracker pie crust. Actually 2 of them. Don't be like me and forget to pre-bake the crust!

It is redonkulous how friggin' good it is.



Also, got Killzone 2, it's purdy awesome.

Google has the best one so far, with their CADIE product.

So of my recent outings, Friday was the least typical of my days recently. I went and saw Evil Dead: The Musical. With the girl that serves me beer at Zaphod's. That was fun, though I had to sit behind this really tall dude. It was ok, but it's just another recycled cultural reference offered up as entertainment. That usually makes me sick, but in this case it was passable.

Saturday night at Zaphod's the club was taken over by the infamous Gay Pub Crawl. It was pretty annoying, really, having what essentially amounts to a bunch of tourists who didn't know how to act, leaving their stuff all over the dance floor, and requesting horrible horrible music take over the club. Fuck off. Sarah B and Alan D were there too, and headed out to Carly Wolff's party. I was going to go too, but I was in a shitty mood and not really drunk when I left the bar. However, on my route home I found a bunch of furniture left out on the side of the road, including a small Fender amp, the 15G. I grabbed it and went on my merry way home. I works. Cool. According to the reviews, it's wither barely adequate or a glorified doorstop.

Now I'm just waiting for my bonus to roll in so I can get a couch.

Yup.

So yesterday I was going to go see Watchmen with a friend, but when we got to the Silver City in Glouster, it was packed with teenagers. We forgot that it was March break. So we went back downtown and hit the Black Tomato, where we each ordered the Fillet Mignon. She didn't like the way hers was cooked (she ordered it blue), so she ate some of the centre, but let me have the rest, so I had a steak and third. Yum, I had the spinach salad as well, if you care about aps. She paid for it all, haha. Happy Birthday, me!

You know what game is fucking awesome? Resident Evil 5.



Afghanistan, I love it in Afghanistan!

Man, I OWE money. fucking taxes. Why did I start doing them again? anyhow, no stupid bigger TV for me. *sob* I'll still get a couch and maybe a cheap video camera though.

I'm getting a second opinion.

So, I smashed one of my controllers playing this game after I posted about it last time. But I've unlocked almost all the characters, except the boss, Seth. Awesome.


Here's an article by Larry Derfner, for those who haven't read Derfner.

Rattling the Cage: Provoking anti-Semitism

Read the Talkback.



Gouken!