(Side note: If you view the more recent photos, note we did NOT spray paint the place, or destroy the statues, and were quick to lecture those who did. We loved that place. I would like to see it restored but it’s going to be torn down and turned into a Bed & Breakfast or something.)
The monestary/Rispin Mansion was once a beautiful mansion built in 1922 by a wealthy man, reported to have transported liquor during the Prohibition.
It seemed only fitting we should go there to drink illegally.
The place once had beautiful parquet floors and statues. It still had secret hidden rooms, and a sliding bookcase. People, I couldn’t make this shit up – I’m not that imaginative. IT WAS AWESOME!
The place was abandoned around 1958, and it’s considered trespassing to be on the grounds.
They boasted their personality questionnaire as the best way to match you with your mate. Deciding they, being professionals and all, had a better way to find my match than the lengthy profile and emails I had tried unsuccessfully, I took their bait.
After spending TWO HOURS of my precious life filing out their stupid personality questionnaire, I was ready to be matched. I set up my profile and they sent me a few guys. You can’t see anyone’s pictures in the first few rounds, you just get to see how “well” you are matched based on your TWO HOUR LONG LIFE SUCKING questionnaire.
The matches, for the most part, didn’t seem a good fit for me. Damn, was I paying good money for this shit? Anyway, I picked a couple with whom to anonymously trade banal questions about our likes and dislikes. (Here’s a dislike: Trading banal questions with someone WHO’S FACE I CAN’T SEE.)
FINALLY, after a few rounds of “What’s your favorite fruit loop flavor?” eHarmony reveals the pictures to me. But, wait! There’s more…
To help brighten up the sterilized sea of cubicles where I work, each holiday we decorate a pass-through/hallway. It helps give the place a little color, and is a good excuse not to be at our desks for 15 minutes. We also include a plate of cookies or bowl of candy related to the holiday.
For St. Patty’s we did the usual: green clovers, pictures of green beer and leprechauns. My cube mate (the quiet male) cut up shapes of Lucky Charms cereal out of colored paper: pink hearts, yellow moons, orange stars, green clovers, blue diamonds, and purple horse shoes. Very creative.
I thought we needed a real box of Lucky Charms cereal to complete the decorations. Mind you, it had been years since I last saw the contents of Lucky Charms.
I love movies like this: 'Attack of the Giant/Killer Something'. And I love cats. That's why I picked this random picture.
This is some funny shit that made me laugh until tears streamed down my face.
I really should be working on the back end of my blog right now. I’ve been sitting here trying to figure out where to insert this little bit of code – something any junior high school student could figure out – but I’m a CLUELESS BLOGGING NEWBIE. Since I planned to work on this today I refuse to let myself leave the computer.
So, what does any self-respecting procrastinator do at a time like this? Find great shit to read on the internet. Lucky for you, I’ve decided to share my findings. These had me laughing so hard they brought tears to my eyes… But, wait! There’s more…
The following is the result of a fabulous thread by fellow Facebook Addicts Todd E., Dan H., Aloha J., John M., and myself.
Step 1. We admitted we were powerless over the Facebook, and that our lives had disappeared into the abyss of a computer screen.
Step 2. We came to believe that a power greater than Google could restore it to sanity.
Step 3. Made a decision to turn our will and our lives over to the care of the electric company, AT&T, Comcast, Verizon, and Apple, and iTunes…
Step 4. Made a searching and fearless moral e-inventory.
Step 5. Admitted to everyone on FB the exact nature of our entire lives.
Step 6. Were entirely ready to have Facebook, Google, Twitter and every other search engine to remove their defects of privacy.
Step 7. Humbly asked them (our ISP, Comcast, AT&T, Verizon…) to lower our bills.
Step 8. Made a list of all persons we had insulted on Facebook, and “De-Friended” those who were a$$*)@%.
Step 9. Made direct “Add me” requests to those we previously deleted, blocked or ignored and became willing to play Farmville with them all except when to do so would make you want to injure them or others.
Step 10. Continued to monitor our comments, and when we posted something we shouldn’t have we quickly deleted it (and hoped nobody noticed).
Step 11. Sought through Comcast, AT&T, Verizon, etal, to improve our connection speed as we understood it, praying only for the knowledge of Tech Support to keep the server from crapping out!
Step 12. Continued to carry the messages of our friends who still suffered from the slow speeds of FB, Twitter, Comcast, Verizon & AT&T by RT (re-tweeting), Sharing, and liking comments.
Many of us exclaimed. “Holy S#*%! Look at all these requests! I can’t go through them all!” Do not be discouraged. No one among us and been able to attain anything like a 30% response rate to the hugs, Farmvilles, Mafia Wars, tattoos, birthday calenders, quizzes and app. requests on Facebook . The point is, we simply block them because they’re a pain in the ass.
Our description of the virtual networker, chapter on how to locate and adjust your Facebook privacy settings, and our personal adventures with the gaming features & applications, before and after make clear three pertinent ideas:
A. That we were Facebook, Twitter, YouTube, etal, addicts and could not manage our own lives without the internet.
B. That probably no human power could make me open up a MySpace account.
and C. That God could and would if he could use a mouse.
Nice work everyone! Facebook Addicts are funny people. 🙂
(For those of you who came here looking for real help with a serious problem, while I don’t know of any organization that specifically deals with Facebook Addiction, I do know that Alcoholics Anonymous helps people with ALL kinds of addictions. Same goes for NA. They’re generally nice folks, but don’t let them give you any crap about your addiction not being worthy of AA or NA meetings. An addiction is an addiction. Just listen to the speakers, and for the similarities in the messages rather than the differences. Best of luck to you.)