Monday, October 29, 2007

HOLY SHIT! NO WONDER I'M SO HAPPY!

I found this article on TechRepublic & thought I would spread the word:

Workplace profanity boosts morale

Profanity can boost morale, according to a new British study, published in the current issue of the Leadership and Organization Development Journal, called “Swearing at work and permissive leadership culture: When anti-social becomes social and incivility is acceptable.”

Couple of points about this: A) Is that the longest title of a study you’ve ever heard of or what? and B) If they’re counting words muttered under the breath, I have the potential to be the happiest person on the face of the earth.

According to the study, “frequent swearing can reinforce solidarity among staff and enable them to express their feelings, such as frustration, and develop social relationships.” I guess until you turn to the person in the cubicle next to you and call her a $%$$#%. Then morale kind of plummets, at least for one person.

And I’m not extremely familiar with British law, but in the U.S. you can bleep your way to the highest realms of good morale…until one person finds it unacceptable and takes you and your potty mouth to court for creating a hostile work environment.

The press release on the study did quote a Professor Yehuda Baruch as saying that abusive and offensive swearing “should be eliminated where it generates greater levels of stress, rather than helping to relieve it.” How exactly you’re supposed to determine that I’m not sure.

Baruch admitted that finding that “happy medium” is a tough proposition for supervisors. “Managers need to understand how their staff feel about swearing. The challenge is to master the art of knowing when to turn a blind eye to communication that does not meet their own standards.”

Really and truly, I don’t think if I were the head of a company, I would trust anyone to successfully learn that “art.”

Friday, October 19, 2007

I still f**king hate VIsta, Pt deux {I.E. VISTA SICKS}

I found this video on WWW.BLIP.TV. And could not embed it directly. So, if you want to see the original click on WWW.BLIP.TV.

UPDATE: I found an embed on YouTube. So click the video below to maybe save some time.

ENJOY!



Blessed be, and tear down the Gates of suckage!
Don't buy into the evil Bills of usurping us computer users.
So sayest I, and so sayest the spaghetti monster.

Dr. S.

Saturday, October 06, 2007

I just have to do this

I found this on Break.com through a friend and absolutely could not resist posting this video. It is a great spoof of all of the lame "entertainers" that we all have had to suffer through the past few years. I can't the embed code from Break, so I found it on Youtube.com

I Wanna Be A Pop Star


Blessed Be, and don't have a drink in your mouth while watching this.
{You may ruin your keyboard & screen.}
Dr. Strangelove.

Wednesday, October 03, 2007

Germaine's Webcam

I am a big Foamy the Squirrel, Jonathan Ian Mathers & IllWillPress.com fan in general. I thought this was funny & deranged in so many ways, & needed to spread the word of our "lord and master".



Blessed Be, and stop staring.
Dr. Strangelove

National Squirrel Awarness Week

This is courtesy of www.scarysquirrel.org/
Click the link above to goto the original text, and working count-down counter.

Fall is harvest season, and October is the harvest month in the northern hemisphere. It's the time for harvest festivals, county fairs, Halloween, and that last plunge in the ol' swimmin' hole before winter sets in.


Well, Patriots, what was once a carefree time of year has been co-opted into a season of skwerlien debauchery. For, as many of you know, the second week in October was declared National Squirrel Awareness week in 2000 (England proceeded the States with its own National Red Squirrel Week in 1998).

We're not quite sure who to blame for this commemoration. Also note that the starting date varies from year-to-year, place-to-place. For example, there's seems to be disagreement as to when the second week in October starts. Some say it begins on the Sunday after the first full week. Others begin festivities on the first Sunday of the month (unless the first Sunday is the first day of the month...). It's confusing, but the week's timing and who's responsible for it isn't as important as what to do about it.

Sure, we could intiate a campaign to do away with this national embarrassment. Or, perhaps we should promote Skwerl Awareness Week as a time to drive the bushytails back into their forest hovels where they can gambol around with all their skwerlvert eco-terrorist friends. Then we could release an army of famished wolves into the forest and... well, you can see where we're going with this...HEY! THE NEXT NAT'L SQUIRREL AWARENESS WEEK BEGINS:

OCTOBER 07, 2007


Blessed Be our furry little friends!
Dr. S

Sunday, September 30, 2007

So, you wanna see something REALLY SCARY?!?!

I saw this & thought back to when I was working for 'Disco On Wheels', when I got sent out to babysit the kelo dj's. But there was one night I had to drive & setup a gig for some dance at either Harrisburg or Canton, and the DJ, Wally Wingert, {who now does a butt-load of voice work, [i.e. Family Guy], & other stuff, and is still a good friend of mine}, and myself had both just seen the movie

"Twilight Zone"

[UPDATE 07.10.14: Thanks to 'The Mut', I corrected the movie from "Tales from the crypt"]
So, to top it off I had an aluminum splint on my wrist like a bad captain hook & Wally was dressed in all leather. For the whole night during the gig we referred to each other as "Aluma-Man & Leather Lad".

Mind you, Wally doesn't imbibe in anything, and I was totally dry. {yes, there was a time that I was responsible}

And as the night closed, & we bundled up all of the gear back into the truck, & we hit the highway to head home.

Imagine a full moon that you can drive & see EVERYTHING. It was a "I wear my sunglasses at night . . . . " moment.

We are still chatting back & forth about various things, and then it happened.

Headlights about two miles away.

I turned to Wally and asked "Do you want to see something really scary?'
He picked up on where I was going, and we both went into movie mode. Dialog & everything.

So here we are driving down a rural 2-lane highway, in a box-truck that has no equal for forward lights, {I forgot to mention that our boss rigged the panel van with a light package that would impress/blind people, why?, just because}, and there is someone coming at us.

So, I shut off the headlights, & there was mention of 'there might be nun's out there!!!', 'rocks must have taken out the headlights', etc.

As we got closer, I flipped the switches for the auxiliary lights, and turned them all on at about 3/4 of a mile. And by our guess, the car left close to a 150 yard skid track.

That made our night.

So anyway, now on with the show:

Do not watch this if you are tripping on anything, 'Cause it might warp your mind, curve your spine, and may help to lose the war for the allies'. {George Carlin}
But it is still cool.



Blessed be the artists that can have the forethought, patience, {thirteen hours}, to do things like this.


Dr. Strangelove

Thursday, September 20, 2007

Britney Spears - VMA 2007 - Gimme More

By popular request, {and this way I don't have to search for it again}, I'm posting the video of one of the most resent tragedies.
Just don't eat anything before watching.



Blessed be, and remember that spandex is a privilege, not a right
Dr. S.

Tuesday, September 18, 2007

Notes from the veranda Pt 1

So, as I sit out on the 'back porch" of my favorite pub, I am realizing it is actually a nice night to go camping. Unfortunately I have to be at work in about five hours to load the musical "Movin' Out" into my venue, babysit the show, shut our gear down,
drink, eat, sleep, baby sit show again, {read the label from any shampoo bottle and you will understand}

"Lather, rinse & repeat"

Anyway, I just felt it my duty to let you all in on a little secret. Promise to not tell anyone. Seriously, double pinky promise.

I killed a squirrel the other night.

I DID NOT MEAN TO DO IT! HE JUST RAN OUT & I SQUASHED HIM TO MUSH!

4400 lb vs 10oz [now ooze] what do think will win?

If you want to make contributions to the memorial fund for its family, send it to the Sioux Falls humane society;

And if you want to view the grave site, it is somewhere in the woods north of Rice, on Bahsen just shy of the bend to the east.
As an ordained pastor of the Universal Life Church, it was my calling to respectfully deal with the situation.

SO ANYWAY:

Physically or verbally, we all kill things, ideas, intentions, & love, without knowing that we have done so. And when we finnaly find out about it. It ends up too late to pick up the remnants & make good of the situation.

So, if you find yourself wondering in the trees & find a marker with foamy writen on it.

Please pay respect.

And if you find yourself wondering around going "WTF have I done? Where am I going?".

Take some time to enjoy what you have, & who you have in your life.
You may be surprised.

You asked for orignal material, you got it. Shit like this normally goes to my phantom site.

Blessed Be, & be respectful of others.
Dr. S.

Saturday, September 08, 2007

Umm, words escape me on this.

Would he be 'slap-happy'?

Stoned Out of His Mind - Watch more free videos

Blessed Be, and pull your pants up
Dr. S.

Friday, September 07, 2007

And now for something completely different......

So, my friends & family. Several of you expressed concern from my last post. I am ok, I just needed to blow off steam. Is that not what weblogs are for?

So I bring you this.



Politically correct? NO!
Fun to watch? YES!
Pertaining to our current life in America? {sidebar, I misspelled america, & one of the choices was calamari, WTF?} HELL YES!!!

So, Blessed Be, & enjoy the calamari

Dr. Strangelove

Wednesday, September 05, 2007

Good people, just stupid choices

O.K.

Why is it that the people that I know make some of the most stupid-assed decisions without asking someone else "Is this a stupid-assed thing to do?'.

It honestly scares me.

To those I see on a nightly basis. I'm sorry for being a total prick this last last week. Shit

This was longer. I cut out the crap that I had written after proofing it.

In all, yes I finally lost it after the pub closed. After reproofing, I realized I had left out the point of this post.
And thought I should tell you that a friend of mine committed suicide a few months ago. I only found about it last week.

Right now all I can say is be yourself, believe in what you do, and keep buggering on. And if you suspect someone not doing the same.
get them help

Blessed Be, and follow what The Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy says on the cover.
DON'T PANIC!

Doctor Strangelove, ULC

P.S. After reading this, I sound like a total idiot. But I still stick up for my friends. Alive or dead, I will still tell you that YAAFM for pulling this kind of crap on those of us that care about you.

"The Amazing Jonb"

Wednesday, August 22, 2007

Being alone, being lonely, and dealing with discrimination

Ok, some of you get on me about posting stuff that is not of my creation. Well, tough-sh!t, my place, my editorial commentary, and my rules. And when I find something funny, cool, or that I feel that others would enjoy in expanding the intelligense of ones brain. I will post it. My sandbox, my toys, my opinion. At least I give credit when I can to whomever is the author.

That out of the way. I came across this article on Forbes that gives credence to what I as a single person have felt for many years. If someone married has a child or significant other that is sick, no-prob getting time off. However when the woman I lived with for over ten years calls up & I need to take her to the hospital, I get screwed out of PTO leave. If my pet, {that I considered my child}, got sick or died, I got buppkiss for sympathy from the corporate talking-heads that decide my monetary state.

But if I were married it is a whole different story. I would be allowed to come in late from dropping the kids off, leave early to pick E up from the clinic, and if the call came through that she had gone into labour, be ordered to leave the premises to attend my child's birth.

But I have seen too many of my friends lives ruined by jumping the gun early getting married before they realized how much they torque each other off when they are stuck together all the time. [what happened to me]

And remember kids:
Marriage is eight letters long.
And that makes it TWICE as bad as a four letter word.


If I get married, it will be to someone that I know I will be able to live with forever, die for, or die with.

Blessed Be, and . . . .
MY NAME IS DOCTOR STRANGELOVE, I AM SINGLE AND [almost] PROUD!
And be sure to check the link @ the end of the article.

This is the Forbes.com article

Best Cities For Singles

Stop Singlism!
Leslie Talbot 08.21.07, 6:00 PM ET

Listen up, singletons. If you've given up on the dating scene and resigned yourself to a lifetime of solitude culminating in a fatal fall in the shower and subsequent consumption by starving house pets, here's something else to fret about:

You're a member of the only minority subject to officially sanctioned discrimination--call it singlism.

As one of our nation's 90 million unmarried citizens, I've become inured to the social pressure to couple up--the backhanded insults and armchair psychoanalysis meted out by friends, co-workers, and well-meaning strangers at the bus stop whenever my marital status comes under scrutiny. And, believe me, I've heard it all. Selfish? Check. Immature? Check. Emotionally unstable? Check. Too picky for my own good? Check, check, and check.

But I've never bought into the prevailing notion that a perfectly fulfilling singular existence is little more than a karmic consolation prize. As far as I'm concerned, there's no more unfulfilling existence than one spent trapped with the wrong person. Take my word for it--a loveless marriage will sap your spirit and your sanity a lot more quickly than a lifetime of dateless Saturday nights. For me, then, and for many of the 41% of adults in this country who are single, singlehood is not merely the right choice. It is the responsible choice.

That's why I'm always so perplexed when confronted with evidence that the rest of the world believes otherwise.

From the workplace to the voting booth to your own backyard, the message to singles is clear, consistent, and omnipresent: Married:good! Single: bad! And, just to be sure you don't miss the point, there's no shortage of folks ready to pile on, just itching to remind you that, no matter how responsible and productive a member of society you think you are, without that "special someone" waiting for you at home, you are but a societal dilettante, unworthy of the rights, privileges and respect extended so enthusiastically to the coupled.

Single people make up a significant portion of the workforce, so you might think their employers would make at least a token effort to keep them happy. You'd be wrong. In their zeal to appear "family friendly," companies often overcompensate at the expense of singles, pressuring unmarried employees to travel more frequently, work more weekends and holidays, stay later during the week and refrain from taking time off during school vacation season, regardless of rank or seniority.

Not that all this extra work translates into a higher salary. A 2004 study by economists Kate Antonovics and Robert Town found that marriage increases men's wages by as much as 27%. All told, when pension, insurance and other benefits are factored in, married workers frequently end up out-earning their single counterparts by thousands of dollars a year.

Corporate America isn't any friendlier to singles on the consumer side of the equation, opting instead to shower their discounts on the wedded in the form of preferred insurance rates and "family" memberships at gyms and country clubs. And if you're considering a solo cruise or vacation to a posh resort or spa, make sure you've saved up enough to cover the "singles supplement" you'll be charged for daring to occupy an entire room by yourself. Happy trails!

Unfair, you cry? Don't look to the government for any redress, because they're in on it too. Anti-discrimination laws cover race, religion, gender and age--but singles go woefully unprotected at the federal level. In fact, when it comes to singlism, the government is one of the worst offenders, waving the tax code like a magical fairy wand of approval over married couples.

As a single homeowner, you can pay the same sale price, down payment, mortgage interest and property tax as that lovely couple in the identical house down the street--but should you choose to sell your home, you are entitled to only half the maximum capital gains exemption they will receive.

And, whatever you do, don't die--at least not if you have loved ones and want to leave stuff to them. A married couple can leave each other as much property, retirement savings and Social Security benefits as the surviving spouse can carry off, tax free. A single person's property, however, can be subject to all manner of taxes, or, in the case of Social Security payments, funneled back into the Federal trough in their entirety, regardless of total lifetime contributions.

For the record, I don't begrudge married people their due. And I will gladly pony up my share of the cost to keep the playgrounds open and public schools afloat. Contributing to the common good is the price we all pay for living in a civilized world, and if I can make someone else's life a little easier in the process, then, hey, more power to me. Besides, I'd rather have your children sitting in class perfecting their spitball skills than screaming in the restaurant booth beside me.

But I refuse to accept the idea that marriage alone should call for entitlements. After all, if single really is so bad, why are there so many of us? Why are we the fastest-growing demographic in the country today? And why, for every single deemed "unlucky in love," do I know a half-dozen more who deem themselves "lucky to have gotten out of that last nightmare relationship in one piece?"

The fact is, more and more Americans are deciding to marry when it's right and if it's right--not whether or not it's right. That's a state of affairs worth being thankful for. Now, if we could just get the singlists off our backs.

Leslie Talbot is the author of Singular Existence: Because It's Better to Be Alone Than to Wish You Were!

Wednesday, August 15, 2007

In the world of [in]-intolerants - - NSFW unless headphones

I found this blurp of a Jewish girl that pranked her {extreme} short fused parents via a morning radio show. The setup is that while at school she met an Italian & is dating him. What follows is what happened when she called her parents after her dad left a big rant on her voxmail triggered by one of the radio guys calling the home asking to speak with her.
Keep in mind mom & dad do not know the Jewish American Princess in their eyes, has a tap on her phone & the whole conversation is live, {though delayed thankfully}, and being broadcast as they spoke.


Jewish Girl Prank Calls Her Parents - Watch more free videos

Blessed Be those that find humour in the faults that they have.
And also blessed are those that do not have parents like this woman.
Dr. Strangelove

Friday, August 10, 2007

The 'Caerbannog Killer Rabbits' Await you all with great big nasti pointi teeth!

So our fantasy football draft is August 27th. And once again I am signed up to help fill the roster, once in a while to get a "WTF did you do to win that one?", from the guys who know player stats like idiot savants. However, where I am on the level of stats & my picks, is mostly part random luck & name recognition.

And speaking of names, I had to come up with a name for my team that was better than the generic one that commissioner Led created. Then I got to thinking "why not a logo too?".

So, after much consideration and research, here are the top five teams I came up with:

The first was something related to the plight of the mis-understood deadly squirrel.

-SIOUX FALLS PSYCHO-SQUIRRELS-
Then refined the name because I like the photo
-SIOUX FALLS SUPER-SQUIRRELS-
Then I thought of yet another furry favorite animal of mine, and came up with this name.
-ANTIOCH GRENADIERS-
Then I went to Camelot and got a real silly idea for a name.
-CAERBANNOG KILLER BUNNIES-
Then realalizing how silly bunnies sounded I left Camelot. I mean, REALLY, bunnies are not threatening! What are they going to do, nibble your bum?

And so I finally settled on
-CAERBANNOG KILLER RABBITS-
And the finalist logo is. . .


So . . . .

Blessed Be, and beware of not only the nasti teeth, but rabbits bearing switchblades.
Dr. Strangelove

Saturday, August 04, 2007

A nice story about elephants

This is a flashback for me. I saw this when it first aired, and about fell off the couch laughing.
Thanks to Led, and the video he posted yesterday, I re-enjoyed some of the sketches from Carol Burnett. And remembered how damn funny Tim Conway was before the whole "Dorf" crap.



Enjoy. And for those of you old enough, look up the videos that made you laugh hard enough to almost laugh enough to make you snort, embarrass yourself, or projectile launch a contact lens across a room.

Then sit back & share with your friends what is truly funny.

Blessed Be, and happy Lughnasadh.
Dr. Strangelove

Saturday, July 21, 2007

Let's not go to Camelot, it is such a silly place...

I cannot add anything to prepare you for what follows. Just beware of the beast.

Blessed Be, and the meaning of the grail will be yours.
Dr. S.

Monday, July 16, 2007

And yet again. MORE SQUIRREL!

I did not know the little buggers could be so talented.


Blessed Be, and feel the rhythm
Dr. S.

Friday, July 13, 2007

50s educational films - Part Three

This one comes straight from the Federal Bureau of Domestic Affairs.

So pay close attention guys!
For the life you save
may be your own.


Blessed Be, and be afraid, very VERY AFRAID!
Dr. Strangelove

50s educational films - Part Two

And yet another helpful cautionary film on ....

"How to
Spot Perverts"




Blessed Be, and always have enough tape handy!
Dr. Strangelove

50s educational films - Part One

Here is "a blast from the past":

"How to Treat
Lose Women"




Blessed Be, & follow closely
Dr. Strangelove