Sunday, May 31, 2015

I'm back, but still trying to cut way back


So a bit over three weeks ago, I announced I was going offline for at least two weeks.  I made it to three.  Less than I wanted to, but more than I expected.  (Sad, right?)

I'mmmmmm baaaaaaaaaaaaaack!

But, I still have to cut way back.  I'm addicted to expressing myself, but I gotta get unaddicted to this G+ socialsphere thing.

I got a shitload of writing, household projects, exam study (still haven't taken the exams, but am so much better prepared), etc., etc. by not spending 3-4 hours every day hanging out on G+ and associated time wasting Internet stuff.

So. I totally love you guys, but I'm going to try really hard to not be around (and probably not as entertaining) as I was last month.

Wish me luck?  I'd smiley, but I'm seriously going to have a hard time controlling this.  Sigh.



Saturday, May 30, 2015

Batting 6199


Batting 6199
May 30, 2015
214 posts
306 followers
152,000 G+ views

I go away for five minutes and you adorable people go apeshit with the love

No way in Hell did I ever imagine my pageviews on Icarus Rants would break six THOUSAND while I was away.

Oh, yeah, who got two thumbs and all the love a blogger could ever ask for?

This girl!

Fuck yeah :)



Stealth Mode

"Let's just be nonchalant, and see if anyone notices us," said the chainsaw to the jackhammer.





Friday, May 29, 2015

Competitive Race Walking - no, really

"Competitive race walking"

Seriously? Okay, I think it's cool people can make a sport out of anything, and this is a very healthy activity, and I'm sure the rules are well-structured and the old ladies are cutthroat on the track, but this is still silly, no matter how you try to dress is up. :)



Tuesday, May 26, 2015

It's good to be rich: Intel top execs pay themselves insane amounts of money. Duh.

Intel executives and management cut 1,100 employees from the payroll, and mothballed factories in 2014.


If we strip out just the "stock awards" for the CEO, CFO, President and Chairman-of-the-fucking-Board then those 1,100 people could all have been retained at minimum wage. 

(And if we strip out the "non-equity incentive plan compensation" those 1,100 people could have been retained at minimum wage PLUS health insurance!)

Look, even God doesn't need $11 mil. No sane, healthy human being "needs" that much money. At that point, it's not about the money any more. It's about prestige and showing off, and glitz and glamour and  bullshit like that. As a male friend of mine likes to say "It's about showing off how big your dick is."

It's good to be filthy fucking rich. You can make up any rules you want, including "I want it, I take it, and no one can stop me."

"The Golden Rule: Them that have the gold, make the rules."

It's Class Warfare, Bitches, and we need to fight back.





#ClassWarfare


Monday, May 25, 2015

The Perks of Being a Supervillain Henchman

I was toying with the idea of becoming a writer, but then I saw that Darrin Drader - who has his name on something like fifty (50!) books - was like “Yeah, I repair battleships now.” Um, okay, now I’m depressed. I think I’ll definitely keep my day job. I mean, the perks suck being a supervillain henchman, but the pay is steady, better than McDonalds, and my chances of getting knifed by some psychopath are no worse than if I worked at Wal-Mart.