For once in a long time I had an enjoyable night of work. I got to “train” a new lady. I shouldn’t call it training, I didn’t do a damn thing. I planted my ass on the couch and sat for nine hours. I also shouldn’t call her new either. Betty is one of those people who I always refer to as people from the “good old days.” She has put in some major time at the hotel in the past. Having her back is really nice. It makes working there a little easier.

Now back to my method of training Betty. First Betty has worked at this specific brand of hotel chains for ten years or more. She’s done the Audit for a few of those years. So in my mind the need of a four day training period is a little ludicrous. But hey what do I know? So as I said I spent the majority of my night goofing off. At first I wasn’t going to get any days with Betty. But at the last minute I got a night with added to the schedule. So was all ready to mess around all night.

All kidding aside I did show her a thing or two. The other auditor showed how to do things, she just showed Betty how to do everything complicated. My way is easier and faster. Which is what I learned from the old man. Well that’s pretty much it. I just about ready to hit the sack.

One of my biggest problems is admitting when I’m wrong. Back on the Working page called Ericka’s 21st Birthday I made a negative comment about the guy in the last picture on that page. For the record I called him a putz. I never said I hated the guy, for the record.

So let me say that this gentleman in question, is one hell of a guy. I feel embarrassed to have made a judgment like that. He is a stand up guy. Damn there isn’t enough words in the English language to express my regret for ever making that call.

So to set the record straight, Steve is a damn good guy. I made a terrible error in judgment. I hope he doesn’t hold this against me.

I feel like I’m in one of those moods were I want to share with all of you fine folks one of my current obsessions. I have been rather quiet as of late about anything regarding my so called personal life. But, I have had just the right amount of white zin (wink wink Isley) to not give a damn. To compliment the wine I have good old Mr. Frank Sinatra playing. Whenever I play Mr. Sinatra it always seems that I repeat Learning the blues. A certain someone has told me that I have a obsession with the Chairman Of The Board. Well so I do, Sinatra is like booze I’m not ready to go without him.

So here is one of the obsession’s I am willing to talk about. Lately I have had a Samurai movie fetish going on. So I have decided I want and need to own a Samurai Sword. The reason? I’m glad you asked. It’s this, out of respect of humanity I would never think of owning a gun. A gun is a rather simple and destructive weapon. To me a gun is like a mouse, you just point and click. Now a Samurai Sword is an elegant weapon. It is a honorable weapon. It is not as easy to use the Samurai Sword as it would be to use a gun. In fact I would say that I have taken the whole Bushido Code to heart. I like to pride my self on being a honorable person. My Dad of course was quick to point out being honorable isn’t anything to brag about. He says that Honor has caused many bad things. Now I think he is right up to a point. I guess the whole idea of honor depends on your point of view.

Back to the Samurai Sword. The reason I want one is that I’m getting paranoid in my old age. The question is would I use it? To that I say yes. Spider has mentioned the “Me and Mine” theory I have. If I ever had to kill a person I would honor them by using the Samurai Sword. Also to me I would be more respectful of the Samurai Sword than I would a fire arm. I’m not saying I have plains to commit homicide all I am saying is that if anyone hurts anything I care about I will take care of it in my own fashion.

Another thing worth mentioning is that I feel an end coming. When I say that I mean that I look at life as an ongoing story. Every story has to have an ending. The pacing on the current storyline just feels like an end is just around the corner. Maybe that is the best thing. I don’t know how much longer I can take it. If I honor myself I have to make it end. Only a select few will understand this. It’s something I don’t talk to with to many people. I guess this is really for Isley. Who I feel I have dishonored. My present course of action has been what I feel another one of those stupid things he has to put up with. Sometimes I get the feeling you are sick of putting up with my problems. I hope this this is not the case. I do admit I have gotten carried away. So I ask for you to put up with my shit for just a little bit more.

I guess that all I have to say. That and I’m running out of steam. What a drama.

Here is a bit on what the Bushido is. Dictionary.com says this:

Bu·shi·do also bu·shi·do
The traditional code of the Japanese samurai, stressing honor, self-discipline, bravery, and simple living.

Bushido was the philosophy of the samurai, or bushi (military gentry), as they were commonly called. It has often been compared to the code of chivalry followed by European knights. Perhaps bushido’s aim was the same, namely to provide a code of honor and rules for living for the country’s armed forces. But bushido is uniquely a thing of the East. It was born of a blend of Buddhism, Chu-Tsu, Confucius and Shinto, and though officially introduced in the seventeenth century, it was ingrained in the bushi from the time of their origin.

Following are the eight principles of bushido:

Jin – to develop a sympathetic understanding of people
Gi – to preserve the correct ethics
Chu – to show loyalty to one’s master
Ko – to respect and to care for one’s parents
Rei – to show respect for others
Chi – to enhance wisdom by broadening one’s knowledge
Shin – to be truthful at all times
Tei – to care for the aged and those of a humble station

It’s getting weird around here, huh?

Ok here is a question for you. I’m thinking about producing a t-shirt. It wouldn’t be anything fancy. Most likely a black shirt with white letters. It would say www.hotelblues.com and then right underneath that the slogan “The website that got one man fired and can do the same for you.”

So would anyone be interested in buying something like that? The price would be damn near what it will cost me. As soon as I hear from a friend who is going to get me a good deal on printing them I’ll have more specific details on what the price will be.

If anyone has any comments regarding my t-shirt idea drop me a line. Or if this is a dumb idea drop me a line. And if you would actually be interested in letting go some of your hard earned money for a t-shirt from my website drop me a line. That’s @hotelblues.com if you have not been paying attention.

I was in one of the those moods so I decided to find some funny stuff that suited my sense of humor. If you know me then you can maybe understand why I would find these two jokes funny.

Joke One

A magician was on stage doing his act, when he called for a volunteer from the audience. A man volunteered and went up on stage. The magician told him to pick up the 16 pound sledgehammer that was on stage next to a cement block and break the block apart with the sledgehammer so the audience would know the sledgehammer was real.

So, the man swung the sledgehammer with all his might and shattered the cement block. The magician now told the man to hit him square in the face with the sledgehammer.

Horrified, the man said, “No way. It’ll probably kill you”.

The magician insisted that the man hit him in the face, saying, “I’ll be fine. I promise you. Go ahead.”

“Well,”, the man replied, “Ok, here goes.”

Again, the man swung the sledgehammer and aimed it at the magician’s face. The result was very bloody. The magician’s nose was crushed, teeth fell out and blood everywhere. After 6 months in a coma in the hospital, the magician was lying in the hospital bed. One eye opened, the fingers flexed a bit, the other eye opened, and the magician sat straight up and said, “Ta-da!”

Joke Two

The Pentagon recently found it had too many Generals and offered an early retirement bonus. They promised any General who retired right away, his full annual benefits PLUS $10,000 for every inch measured, in a straight line along the retiring general’s body, between two points he chose.

The first General accepted. He asked the pension man to measure from the top of his head to the tip of his toes. 6 feet. He walked out with a check for $720,000.

The second General asked them to measure from the tip of his outstretched hands to his toes. 8 feet. He walked out with a check for $960,000.

Meantime, the first General had tipped off the third. When he was asked where to measure, he told the pension man, “From the tip of my penis to the tip of my testicles.” The pension man said that would be fine, but he’d better get the Medical Officer to do the measuring.

The Medical Officer attended and asked the General to drop ’em and he did. The Medical Officer placed the tape on the tip of the General’s penis and began to work back. “My God!” He said, “Where are your testicles?” The General replied, “Back in Vietnam.”

This has been done a few times that I have seen. The first place I saw it was in an issue of Knights Of The Dinner Table.

Recently one of my friends, a computer wizard, paid me a visit. As we were talking I mentioned having recently installed Windows 98 on my PC and that I am very happy with this operating system. I also showed him the Windows 98 CD, to my surprise he threw it into my micro-wave oven and turned on the oven. Instantly I got very upset, because the CD had become precious to me, but he said: ‘Do not worry, it is unharmed.’ After a few minutes he took the CD out, gave it to me and said: ‘Take a close look at it.’ To my surprise the CD was quite cold to hold and it seemed to be heavier than before. At first I could not see anything, but then on the inner edge of the central hole I saw an inscription; an inscription finer than anything I have ever seen before. The inscription shone piercingly bright, and yet remote, as if out of a great depth:

4F6E65204F5320746F2072756C65207468656D2
0616C6C2C204F6E65204F5320746 F20666
96E64207468656D2CDA4F6E65204F5320
746F206272696E67207468656D20 616C6C20616E6420696E20746865206461726
B6E6573732062696E64207468656D

‘I cannot understand the fiery letters,’ I said.
‘No,’ he said ‘but I can. The letters are Hex, of an ancient mode, but the language is that of Microsoft, which I shall not utter here. But in common English this is what it says:

One OS to rule them all, One OS to find them,
One OS to bring them all and in the darkness bind

This is just one of those things I thought was damn clever and funny as hell.