STOP what you're doing!

You'd think The Mine placed these signs.

STOP! Don't turn right! Don't turn left! And by the look of the intersection, don't go forward, either.

Just STOP.

Found on Failblog.

Breakfast Granola for 6/1/11

I hesitate to draw another parallel to The Mine and POW situations — let alone the true atrocity that was Bataan — but there's something I cannot, for the life of me, comprehend: Why am I and FMD Jack Naples involved in meetings and projects regarding the post-July 18 working conditions of the company that is terminating our employment July 18?

Because we've also been told "Work until the end," I'm feeling incredulous and resentful that we're only moving closer to our doom, helping improve something that we will not be around to see for people who will no longer need us in 47 days.

State bird of Hawai'i?

You'd think it was the Ford Mustang convertible for all the ones I saw flying around. GT shown, but V6 rentals (no foglights, single tailpipe) were most visible.

Most common color: unsurprisingly, "Kona Blue" as shown.

Breakfast Granola for 5/31/11

Hawai'i was fine… until I had to leave it.

Would somebody like to explain what I'm still doing here? Oh, that's right; 48 to go.

Oakland, representin'

Maybe we can make this the new Frinay?

Breakfast Granola for 5/27/11

D-52.

Breakfast Granola for 5/26/11

D-53.

Breakfast Granola for 5/25/11

D-54.

Breakfast Granola for 5/24/11

D-55.

Breakfast Granola for 5/23/11

D-56.

Vacation WIN

Back in 10 days.

It's also like that...

To look the CEO of a major corporation in the eye and have him lie to me felt no different than having anyone else lie to me. However, it's not anyone else funding my paycheck and doing work that aided and abetted that lie. What it did do, though, is to cement in my mind the feeling that I was in a POW labor camp, which will be grand fodder for when I write the sitcom.

Yes, POW labor camp, I said it. Imagine: WW2 and we've been captured by the Nazis or Japs. Me and my buddies have to build widgets for massa - thereby working against our own interests - meanwhile trying to get along, find small comforts in food and trinkets, avoid the gaze of our overseers, and basically avoid going crazy or getting killed. We're a tightknit bunch in spite of a traitor in our midst, and when the suckup is outed our unity strengthens. All we have to wait for is liberation.

And here it is. Despite that we're free and can go where we please, part of the shared struggle holds us back. There were good times.

But there will also BE good times. Only now it's outside the barbed wire.

Breakfast Granola for 5/20/11

In honor of my impending vacation to Hawai'i, here's classic Hawai'ian beauty Patricia Ford, circa 1996, from the Ore Archives.

D-59.

It's like this...

Ex-FMD Apache Chief is a witch, of course:

Did I call this shit when the sale happened? OCD and The Faggot are such assholes. They knew that shit when they sold it.

Breakfast Granola for 5/19/11

Yummy Kate Upton joins us for our downward spiral, kicking off the countdown at D-60.

Found on Drunken Stepfather (NSFW ads).

Blowout

EVERYTHING MUST GO!

That's why I've picked some cream from the Tailings Bin and found this.

Behold, Ayisha Diaz!

And now, for more of the same…

From Hollywood Tuna, Denise Milani is a gift that can't stop giving (likely NSFW, audio not required).