Saturday, February 19, 2011

The End

In the beginning it seemed like a great idea complaining anonymously about the idiots I encountered daily.  But, over time it grows tiresome.  I'm not sure how Oscar the Grouch kept it up for all those years!  So, this is my farewell blog... it was good while it lasted.

Don't be "that" guy/girl, put the seat down, don't be an ass, and for God's sake ladies, leave a little to the imagination.

Asta la Vista.

Tuesday, October 26, 2010

Unequal Rights?

"I'll pay you, if you promise not to reproduce."  Sounds like a funny one-liner.  I hear things like this all the time especially in reference to people who are deemed "less" than the average.  The unfortunate truth... most people aren't kidding.  But, they don't associate their ideas with that of say... Hitler.  He had the "bright" idea of eradicating an entire ethnic group

Which brings me to this: Project Prevention.  Oh yes folks.  I'm not kidding.  Barbara Harris, Executive Director of this organization believes babies born to these "types of people" will have zero success in life.  Although, she has adopted four "crack babies" and they are all perfectly normal, bright and productive members of society. 

So, do you know what the Eugenics Movement was?  It's the notion that hereditary improvement of the human race can be controlled selective breeding.  Hmmmm, doesn't that sound exactly like what she is doing? 

So, here are my thoughts: She's a whack job of epic proportions.  She's already paid 3000 folks to either be sterilized or to be on long-term birth control-- only 29 of those are men.  She targets alcoholics and drug addicts-- not thinking, maybe they should be helped with their illness instead of being stripped of their right to produce.

The bottom line: who is to say that drug addicts and alcoholics are the worst members of society?  If you want to use the argument that Barbara uses-- saving taxpayers millions-- then spread the sterilization love over to welfare recipients.  Seriously guys!!!  This is a line no one should walk.  Saying one person is more fit than another... well, no one is perfect.  And no one is really qualified to make such assessments. 

Now, I'm really annoyed.

Saturday, October 16, 2010

Airline Baggage Fees

I traveled abroad this past Summer.  My destination will remain a secret but, the length of stay was 5 weeks.  (Sounds like rehab, huh?)  I had no idea what my living conditions would be like.  Would I be able to shower?  Would I be able to wash my clothes?  Will the weather be spastic?  So, I had to pack accordingly.  I went to the airline's sight to find out the baggage limits and couldn't believe what I learned!

American Airlines: You have to pay for any checked bags, if flying within the US (including Puerto Rico, Virgin Islands & Canada).  If flying internationally, you may check one bag weighing no more than 50lb/23kg.  If it weighs more (up to 70lb) it costs $50 to check!!!

Delta: Pretty much the same except it gets very complicated.  They have a grid of times/dates/member or not rules that were boring to read.  In a nut shell, they are insanely expensive, like everyone else.

British Airways:  Same, except with a cool accent. And a smug way of saying lose the stuff in the bag or pay the Pounds.

On top of the insane fees for baggage-- which, by-the-way, resulted in the loss of a pair of shoes, pants, shampoo, hoodie, etc. because I didn't want to pay the fee on the way home from my trip--- is the liquid restrictions.  They don't go by the amount of liquid in the bottle, they go by what the label says.  I made it through two plane changes with said items and got to British Airways.... I had to toss a perfectly good bottle of liquor.  That made for a cranky Frank. 

So, there you go Wiwille.  The first on your list!  The new airline restrictions make me want to restrict my travels.  But, alas, Frank is not a homebody... so with these rules, up I must put. (in my best Yoda voice)

Monday, September 20, 2010

SteamRollin'

Have you ever met one of those people who's personality is equivalent to a steamroller?  Maybe I should explain what I mean.  I belong to a club, there is a person that is constantly wanting to be in charge, so they "steamroll" over everyone else's ideas, suggestions, etc.  Are you trackin' now?  I have zero problem with a person who knows what they want, or is a "take charge" kind of person.  But, when you're a bossy-the-cow and have no follow through... it's annoying.  All talk, no action. 

And here I thought I was chilling out with my old age and being less annoyed.  Apparently not.  I've decided that I'd like to find out what annoys my readers... so, if you have something you'd like my "take" on, feel free to send me a message.

Thursday, August 12, 2010

Home Repairs

So, my oven decided to stop working the Saturday before last.  I didn't notify my landlord until Monday because I can be a nice guy and didn't want my 900 year old maintenance man to have to come out on Sunday.  (See, I can be a caring person!)  A little info on the oven... it's built into the wall.  It's also one of the smallest ovens I've ever owned.  You can barely put a small turkey in there at Thanksgiving.  This information is pertinent later in the story.

Tuesday comes and I get a call from said landlord and it goes something like this: 

L(andlord): "I came by and you were right, the oven isn't working."
F(rank): "Okay.  (Many, many sarcastic remarks running through my head) Can Gene (maintenance man) fix it?"
L: "Umm.  Well, we need to come back tomorrow to measure the area where the oven is. Oh and have a look at those loose shingles."
F: "Okay, cool.  Are you replacing the oven?"
L: "We'll take a measurement some time tomorrow."

Is it me or did it seem like that conversation was one sided?  Wednesday rolls around and I'm asleep in bed and a ladder being thrown against the side of my house scares the crap out of me.  I roust myself out of bed to find the maintenance man had been in my house.  I know this because there were dirty foot prints in my kitchen and dirt tracked in through the laundry room.  What the hell?  He didn't even bother to ring the doorbell, he just used to garage code to let himself in!!  Seriously!!  Thank God he's a 900 year old man with a touch of emphysema or I'd be freaking out a little bit.

That afternoon, lovely landlord calls me:

L: "So, we can't replace the oven.  They don't make them the size that fits in that space anymore.  So, Gene ordered a part and is going to try to fix it.  I don't want to have to remodel the kitchen just so you can have an oven."
F: "Understandable, since a remodel would be inconvenient.  When is the part coming in."
L: "About a week.  We will call you and let you know when it comes in and when Gene can install it."
F: "Okay.  Thanks."

Needless to say, it's been 12 days since I've had a working oven.  No calls, no updates, no apologies.  I'm getting increasingly frustrated and annoyed as the days tick by.  So, I'm going out to lunch to avoid eating another sandwich.  I miss my oven.  Annoying.