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I just found out Daft Punk is going to score the remake of Tron - sah-weet! Also, I felt like the biggest idiot, because when I saw that Adam Horowitz had a writing credit, my initial reaction was "WTF? A Beastie Boy writing a screenplay?"
Aww poop. I just realized it's snowing really hard outside. Quack you, New England weather.
I just found out Daft Punk is going to score the remake of Tron - sah-weet! Also, I felt like the biggest idiot, because when I saw that Adam Horowitz had a writing credit, my initial reaction was "WTF? A Beastie Boy writing a screenplay?"
Aww poop. I just realized it's snowing really hard outside. Quack you, New England weather.
You're life must be nice. Just roll out of bed???? I was walking through the snow at 830 this morning Its not like it was 60 yesterday or anything
You're life must be nice. Just roll out of bed???? I was walking through the snow at 830 this morning Its not like it was 60 yesterday or anything
Haha, maaaaybe... ;D
I'm on spring break this week though, I'm allowed to be lazy. Also, let the record show that I can sometimes be incredibly unobservant - this being a prime example of that.
Post by candyflippedaround on Mar 9, 2009 18:44:47 GMT -5
this is more of a rant than a random thought but ill put it here anyways.....
DO YOUR quacking JOB RIGHT!
I do not give a quack what you are getting paid, do the job correctly or give it up.
This is mainly in reference to a quacked up dinner order from Boston Market just now. At first i was dreading even going, i hate placing orders at places like this. Theres a REAL good chance they quack it up. I ordered a sandwich that was not put into the bag and asked for gravy on mashed potatoes which i did not get. I understand these people arent really professional chefs/cooks, but come the quack on... put the sandwich in the quacking bag and give the gravy i asked for.
And dont look at me like im some kind of a weiner who is just shitting on people with McJobs, this is not the case. I understand these people work long hours for poopy pay, but when it gets down to it, do the job or get the quack out. I work as a package loader @ UPS and I also bus tables at the restaurant down the street on the weekends. These jobs suck dick, pay jack shit, but i work my ass off, do the job right and then some. I work with people who just quacking suck. For example at UPS i am often asked to go clean up loads that other people cant handle. Sometimes its not their fault, ie they are in two loads and both are getting heavy flow. But other times its just people not working hard and then im expected to go make up for the slack. At the restaurant its usually waitresses just stacking endless plates on trays and then just leaving them there expecting me to carry them in and clear them. I cant even tell you the number of times ive seen a certain waitress grab plates off a table, put them on the tray RIGHT NEXT TO THE KITCHEN, and then walk into the kitchen empty handed. Its just quacking absurd.
I dont care how much your job sucks or how little you get paid, DO THE quacking JOB RIGHT!
ok, /rant
edit: i just read the above posts and kind of realized what has happened to me. lack o corn
Post by Filthy McNasty on Mar 9, 2009 18:48:16 GMT -5
I hear you, and this is kinda along the same lines, but exotic dancers... I'm am one, and I notice alot of girls who don't take their job seriously. Kissing all over men, and not even thinking about the man they have at home. When I go to work, I do my job, make my money and get out.
Hahah.....Funny college story. We lived in a house with like 12 guys. It was somebody's birthday, so we ordered him a dancer. Lots of booze and drugs later, the girl showed up. Lets just say things got a little crazy and hot sauce was heavily involved.
Most of what I really need to know about how to live, what to do, and how to be, I learned in Kindergarten. Wisdom was not at the top of the graduate school mountain but there in the sandbox at nursery school.
These are the things I learned: Share Everything. Play fair. Don't hit people. Put things back where you found them. Clean up your own mess. Don't take things that aren't yours. Say you're sorry when you hurt somebody. Wash your hands before you eat. Flush. Warm cookies and cold milk are good for you. Live a balanced life. Learn some and think some and draw and paint and sing and dance and play and work everyday some.
Take a nap every afternoon. When you go out into the world, watch for traffic, hold hands, and stick together. Be aware of wonder. Remember the little seed in the plastic cup-the roots go down and the plant goes up and nobody really knows how or why. But we are all like that.
Goldfish and hamsters and white mice and even the little seed in the plastic cup--they all die. So do we.
And then remember the book about 'Dick' and Jane and the first word you learned, the biggest word of all: LOOK! Everything you need to know is in there somewhere. The golden rule and love and basic sanitation. Ecology and politics and sane living.
Think of what a better world it would be if we all--the whole world--had cookies and milk about 3 o'clock every afternoon and then lay down with our blankets for a nap. Or if we had a basic policy in our nation and other nations to always put things back where we found them and cleaned up our own messes. And it is still true, no matter how old you are, when you go out into the world, it's best to hold hands and stick together.
I hear you, and this is kinda along the same lines, but exotic dancers... I'm am one, and I notice alot of girls who don't take their job seriously. Kissing all over men, and not even thinking about the man they have at home. When I go to work, I do my job, make my money and get out.
Post by Fishing Maniac on Mar 10, 2009 1:46:05 GMT -5
I'm listening to The Clash, my favorite band. It makes me very sad sometimes. They embody everything I've ever wanted to do with my life and music. All I ever wanted to do was make music and I'm not even in a band any more. Don't get me wrong, I like my job, but it's not the same as a dream. It really makes me wish I had done things differently.
and that "all i learned in kindergarten" thing reminded me of some thoughts ive had tripping, feeling like a little kid with the world as your playground and realizing how simple life actually is.