I’ve come to the realization that I’d love to someday have enough money to sail in a house on the sea. Now I’m not talking about some House Boat. I’m talking about a beautiful, 100 foot plus Yacht. You see one image of a CIM SHIPYARD (Constructions Industrielles et Maritimes) Yacht as my header. A change in latitude and attitude indeed!

Here’s an update I’ve found while browsing CIM Yacht at various websites…

If I ever do manage to become successful enough to own one, I’ll let you come sail with me if you leave me a good comment!

I am passing along SPAM, only because I enjoyed it so very much…

I believe in these difficult and mean-spirited times in which we live there needs to be a message of hope. Just a single image that speaks to us of love, harmony, peace and joy. An image that suggests the universal brotherhood of man. I have found that image, and I ask that all of you take a moment to be inspired by it.

For reasons which I can’t completely explain I am currently nearly consumed with rage. The stupid thing is I can trace the origins of this rage and logically say “that’s dumb, why am I so mad”. It started because I didn’t have a lunch destination in mind, and grew larger when my ATM of choice was out of service. I then began simply *driving* to where I was not sure. Of course at each turn I perceived stupid drivers, people being slow, cutting me off, etc. I’m sure I was and am in the middle of road rage on top of everything else.

Then I returned to the stupid Sub shop I visit just about every day when I’m too lame to think of something good to eat. Was the sub good? Yeah, it was OK. Does it take *forever* to get through the line, well it sure seems that way to me. So here I sit, typing having just finally finished my sub. It is 12 minutes to 1:00 PM and I am just now done with running around and eating. And my lunch is basically over. I hope I lose this anger soon, I’m afraid of what may happen if it continues growing today. Time for a deep breath and some nice, cold Raspberry Ice Tea. Have a pleasant day, and avoid broken ATMs while in a rush!

Over here to the rear with my girls and a forty of beer…

Where am I at? What an amazingly simple and yet terribly complex question. I got hit with an interesting email today. It came from an old friend at Initech who I hadn’t heard from in several years. Her departure was the result of Initech’s Ms. Fake America Rose Colored Glasses department.

At any rate, your pal and mine Shannon emailed and asked the simple question “Do you still exist?” I think I know what she meant, I think this was her way of testing to see if the email to an Initech account bounced back. However I found myself wondering if I still exist.

Before any of you get too concerned or read too much into this, I was pondering this question directly as it relates to the “I” that is the peon at Initech. At Initech, Do I still exist? Or have I simply become a cog in the machine? A Ghost in the Shell (not the Standalone Complex)? Who am I today and is that individual (at Initech - the “Job” Jason or “Worker” Jason if you will) still around? The sad thing is that the me I was way back when doesn’t exist. He was ground into a powder and spit out into a mold of Corporate Apathy.

I have no fire. I have no drive. I have no more need to excel or prove myself as a “rising star” because the organization I now exist in simply surrounds stars with solar batteries and sucks them dry.

You’ve heard it all before though, or at the very least you’ve read it all before. Jason’s on the warpath again. Jason types big, but he doesn’t carry a stick. Jason makes grand plans, but he never executes. Perhaps that is simply because I don’t exist. I’m merely a ghost in the collective consciousness of corporate America (how’s that for alliteration?).

If someone fails to think of me at Initech tomorrow, will I really be there? In the end, I think I’ll just wind up on my Yacht built by CIM shipyards (that’s probably C.I.M. but I don’t care) sailing through the Carribbean looking for that elusive Cheeseburger in Paradise.

So long as I have my lady, my boat and some cold boat drinks I don’t really care…

If you need me, I’ll be on the Coast of Somewhere Beautiful…Second star to the right and straight on ’til morning.

Lookin’ for to make some sense outta nuthin’

Taste varies (depending on your level of desperation)

Just because you’re talking doesn’t mean the other person is listening.

I keep my heart and soul in the boondocks.

Plus ca change, plus c’est la meme chose

KTA

RBY

They see me rollin
They hatin
Patrolling they tryin to catch me ridin dirty
Tryin to catch me ridin dirty

With Great Power there must also come Great Responsibility