The Eclectic

Need to take a closer look at these to see how they layer.
sjarvis.com :: Styling Forms with CSS

David Leslie
Software Quality Analysis
Cooperative Discovery Test Management Section
Online Computer Library Center, Inc.
http://cweb.oclc.org/~leslied (intranet only)

“It is the greatest truth of our age:
information is not knowledge…”
-Caleb Carr

—–Original Message—–
From: Zimmer,Tom
Sent: Thursday, July 29, 2004 4:40 PM
To: Babich,Helene; Dishong,Jane; Kim,Sharon; Leslie,David; McDaniel,Vanessa; Prasse,Mike; Satia,Germaine; Seelbach,Thom
Subject: Priceless

by kos
Thu Jul 29th, 2004 at 16:07:56 GMT

The new Bush jobs plan:

A campaign worker for President Bush said on Thursday American workers unhappy with low-quality jobs should find new ones — or pop a Prozac to make themselves feel better.

“Why don’t they get new jobs if they’re unhappy — or go on Prozac?” said Susan Sheybani, an assistant to Bush campaign spokesman Terry Holt.

Now we need universal health care so the unemployed can afford that prozac.

Bush Administration :: Link & Discuss (49 comments)

 

Tom Zimmer
Decision Support Analyst
Global Business Research
OCLC Online Computer Library Center, Inc.
614 761 5189
zimmert@oclc.org

 

You could run this same ad today and be pretty close to the truth.
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Most people hate them with a passion but the political ad sadly is how most people get their information on canidates. If anything, check out the Bush 1988 ads where Lee (the slinger) Atwater turned the Attack Ad into an art form.
The Living Room Candidate

Illinois Senate Candidate Barack Obama Must be heard to gain it’s full impact.

NPR audio
DNC Video

If there’s a child on the south side of Chicago who can’t read, that matters to me, even if it’s not my child. If there’s a senior citizen somewhere who can’t pay for her prescription and has to choose between medicine and the rent, that makes my life poorer, even if it’s not my grandmother. If there’s an Arab American family being rounded up without benefit of an attorney or due process, that threatens my civil liberties. It’s that fundamental belief-I am my brother’s keeper, I am my sisters’ keeper-that makes this country work. It’s what allows us to pursue our individual dreams, yet still come together as a single American family. “E pluribus unum.” Out of many, one.

Yet even as we speak, there are those who are preparing to divide us, the spin masters and negative ad peddlers who embrace the politics of anything goes. Well, I say to them tonight, there’s not a liberal America and a conservative America-there’s the United States of America.

There’s not a black America and white America and Latino America and Asian America; there’s the United States of America. The pundits like to slice-and-dice our country into Red States and Blue States; Red States for Republicans, Blue States for Democrats. But I’ve got news for them, too. We worship an awesome God in the Blue States, and we don’t like federal agents poking around our libraries in the Red States. We coach Little League in the Blue States and have gay friends in the Red States.

There are patriots who opposed the war in Iraq and patriots who supported it. We are one people, all of us pledging allegiance to the stars and stripes, all of us defending the United States of America.

Friday:
Almost a total waste of a day. I had opted not to go out with Jean, Patty and Jay so that I could work on some screen grabs for my group’s preventing presentation. The plan was I would watch John, put him down for bed then get to work. Jean could have a nice dinner with her sister and brother-in-law while I pounded out my homework.

Things went south about an hour into Mama walking out the door. First, my copy of PhotoShop Elements had expired. Granted I have the full 7.01 version of ‘da shop’ but I need the grabs since the class is working with PS Elements. I did have a copy still valid on my work machine but that meant trugging 40 min round trip to do something that would take 10.
Next, John woke up. While I was able to get him back down, he wasn’t in that good deep sleep. This meant when Jean got home. Boy was up.. and When he’s up..he’s up. Kid didn’t go back down til 1 am.

Saturday:
A great day to play golf.. Except I’m going to work to do homework. Get the homework done and sent to my team, stop at the library to pick up my copy of the Complete Peanuts 1950-1952 (stunning collection and a must buy) and then to Meijers to grab supplies for the Mom’s Club picnic (three boxes of shells and cheese, 1 gallon of milk and a plastic tray)

The park for the picnic was another of Gahanna’s hidden gems. It had a nice play area, a lake, shelter house, softball and baseball diamonds. It also had a set of railroad tie steps going up a hill that John fell face first into while I was watching him. Man did I feel guilty. The damage to the little man was a cut chin, scraped lip and some bleeding from the mouth. We had a good time eating with the Maxwell’s and talking about different things like the Tiki party they went to and different forms of fighting arts. I just hope I didn’t talk their ears off.

Sunday:
Went to the  zoo after Jean had gone to church (John and I slept in after he was up again). A nice lunch and it was off to the petting zoo where John got to take his first pony ride. We also hit the merry-go-round before heading home since I had a showing to attend in Delaware for a co-worker who had lost his wife in a car accident while on a family vacation in California.  I had never been to something like this before…where the lost was instant. So I struggled to find words and just didn’t try when it was my turn to meet with the family.

On the way to Delaware is my Dad’s grave at Kingwood. I haven’t been there since he was laid to rest there in Dec 2002. I stopped on the way home. No real reason other than to see if the stone was there. I didn’t even get out of the car. I did stop and have one White Castle for Dad on the way home.

I pray that they restore the show to it’s glory. The addition of that idoit Iago to the Disney World show almost killed it for me.
The Disney Blog: Tiki Room Refurb

Mary Beth Peters’ statements before congress yesterday might make her the most dangerous woman in America right now if you own
1. A VCR
2. A DVR
3. Any device that can make a copy of copyrighted materials without the owner’s consent.
Corante > The Importance of… > Copyright Office on INDUCE Act (IICA): It isn’t Strong Enough

“Today’s distraction will become tomorrow’s killer app.”

- Chet Huber, President OnStar Corp.

The Weebel has done it..
She has pissed me off for the last time.
Allow me to back track. The Weebel is the woman who runs the cash register at the cafe in my building. Rather, she sits on her milk crate throne and bitches about everything. Too big of a bill to pay for your lunch? Weebel bitches. Pay with too much in coin, Weebel bitches. Make the Weebel get off the milk crate throne..Bitch.
When the Weebel needs something from one of the staff in the back, she yells. If they fail to answer then she’ll hobble the whopping 5 step from the throne to the grill, bitching with each step. See the Weebel has every known aliment known to man yet all it does is give her even more fodder to bitch about. I’m now convinced that Death is afrade of the Weebel.
So what did she do earn my scorn?
Lunch time today
I go for the chicken tortilla soup 95 cents a bowl. I have $1
The “to go” bowls are gone so I use an “eat in” bowl.
Weebel gives me the total of $1.02 having charged me the “eat in” tax on the item. Rather than agruge with the Weebel I agree to pay but ..
I say “Sorry but I just have a dollar.”
Weebel stares
Now I was expecting “Don’t worry about it” or “Get me next time” especial after I paid the Weebel last week for a Sprite fountain drink that she thought was water. I mean, I told her after she gave me the total and I even had to show her the bubbles to prove it wasn’t water!
I say “I’ve got change at my desk. I can bring it down later.”
Weeble huffs with an exhale “Just get it here by 3″
Me “Thanks”
Weeble “mumble mumble Jesus Christ mumble mumble”

Over 2 Lincoln, 2 copper brothers, 2 pennies. You’ve got to be kidding me.

Oh the Weebel is going to get her 2 freaking cents. And that it.. I’m never giving the Weebel a cent… ever. Not like I’m a big spender in the cafe but I’ll walk across campus to the other cafe before I put any money in the Weebel’s palm.