Fly vs. Spy

Mole

Mr. David gives Deniro's mole a little squeeze.

Death Race 2008

Satisfying. Like fast food. You get exactly what you expect, every time. What was missing: a sex scene, nudity, Stallone, and at least one reference to the infamous 'point' system from Death Race 2000. What it had: lots of handsome guys in prison jumpsuits, explosions, a happy ending and Joan Allen who is arguably the hottest cougar in Hollywood playing a convincing imitation of the penal system's version of nurse ratchet. Mindless, mindless, mindless and thoroughly entertaining.

Spy in the house of Wikipedia

I love it when the editors from Wikipedia bully me. A professor of mine once said that people act very differently over the Internet than they do in person. He accused me of doing the same when I emailed to complain to him about something he had said in class. He jumped five feet in the air when I hunted him down on campus the next day and rapped on the window he was sitting in front of in the library. I walked up to him and said-- "I didn't appreciate what you said to me in class."

To his credit, he laughed and we sorted things out. But you could say that the same sort of thing is going on between me and the Wikipedia editors. A misunderstanding of sorts. 

Here's the latest section from the talk page on Wiki. I apologized and retracted my argument and took no further action, except to joke around about the failed attempt with my boss. And the editor mistook it for a threat. See, in the kingdom of Wikipedia-- the tyrants have been given too much power and they are abusing it. They don't know that their kingdom is actually just a spec of dust. God looks down on this spec of dust and laughs because the dust mites take themselves so seriously that they are willing to do themselves and others injury to defend their territory. Rather silly, don't you think?

I still know it'll all work out in the end. God will sneeze and the dust mites will go flying into space.

If the entry is problematic for its source, then I guess there is nothing I can do. Content, I could change. But that doesn't seem to be the issue here. I apologize if I've wasted anyone's time; it didn't occur to me that it would be incorrect to write about someone I admire, but also happen to know. Anyway, at some point in the future, someone unrelated to him will probably write an entry. After all, he's in the public eye, and as you said-- notable. So I'm sure it will work out in the end. Thanks for your time, ShannonShannon Constantine Logan (talk) 18:08, 26 August 2008 (UTC)

Shannon, you may not mean it like that, but it sounds like a not-so-veiled threat to have an "anonymous" user (you or someone else in the employ of Mr. Blair) create the page. That may not be a wise course of action. --Mr. Vernon (talk) 02:55, 27 August 2008 (UTC)

Once again, I apologize if I wasted anyone's time for writing the entry. And I'm sorry that you deal with such nasty people on a daily basis that you actually think I was threatening you, when I was trying to say that it's fine if you delete it because maybe one of his fans someday will write one on him. Not a fan that I know, but someone that attended a seminar or who looked him up after reading his blog. A stranger. I feel like you're trying to pick a fight with me when I've already waved my white flag. Shannon Constantine Logan (talk) 20:23, 30 August 2008 (UTC)

Technical Marketing Editor...and spy!

New Media Support Director
Technical Marketing Poop Leader  
Infartmation Systems Beditor
Office Sex Slave
Inter-office Rat Fuckery Specialist

Stop me when you've had enough. Spying on a bullshit job title generator, adding my own embellishments-- generated from sleep deprived brain and a late night case of pathetic self involvement.

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Bear with me while I play with this whole mobile blogging thing here...seems to have worked!

The Gods of Wikipedia

They ganged up on me! I sacrificed my favorite goat for them and everything. Now my entry is in Wiki-limbo until they decide whether or not to banish me to the deepest recesses of Wiki-hell.

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Spying on Playlists

I find it funny that I get all my music news and inspiration from...talk radio. Today I spied on an NPR roadtrip playlist.

Stupid mocha

Coffee makes me tired. WTF?! Midday and I'm ready to take a nap under my desk. That's it. No more morning mocha unless I want to start bringing a pillow and blanky with me to work.

Snozzberries

The electric blueberry pie acid test. Snozzberries that taste like snozzberries. Double Dog Dare me to eat the whole thing? Triple dog dare me? Does this photo make me look like a hungry dinosaur???

The wrapping

This is the company that snapped me up, Visalus, and this is who I work for, Ryan Blair.

Yes, its network marketing, like Amway and Mary Kay. (Ok, stop rolling your eyes. I can see you through the computer screen) The extremely solid and authentic people who own the company know exactly how cheesy it comes off as. There's a disconnect between who they are, what their vision is, and what gets conveyed. That's why they hired me to strip the whole thing down with a cynic's eye, and work some communications alchemy.

I'm going to eat potato chips and rusty nails, sit down, and lay them a golden egg. Ok, that was gross. I need sleep, I apologize.

Anyway, things aren't always what they seem at first glance. Sometimes you have to bite through the wrapping to find what's underneath an image. It's like the plastic around a CD case. You have to use your teeth. Grrr...