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Saturday, November 14, 2009

I got news for you. You've got another thing coming

I finally concluded a marathon, grind it out, you-have-got-to-be-kidding-me negotiation session last night with our County Probation Office over the spat we had a day earlier.  I'm none to happy with the result, but, accept it as the price to pay to avoid the longer term liability. 

The alert reader will recall that this same office had planned on dumping placing another of their losers here at FTI to be a part of our staff in honor of our recent blog recognition.  As Executive Director, (and  acting HR manager as our appointed official is finishing a 30 day "recovery" sabbatical),  I felt this would be disruptive.  We've experienced a placement of this type before and the results were not good.  The hair pulling, petty jealousies, disappearance of support materials, etc. disrupted our ability to develop and deliver the clear, concise positions and observations we have become known for.  And this behavior was among our upper management team; we haven't even begun to discuss the effects on the rest of the losers housed here.  I knew such an addition would never work.

I contacted the probation office in question and began the session to somehow avoid being forced to add one more misfit to our team.   I pleaded that our ability to deal with the current members of our tinfoil hat brigade already here were stretched to the limit and more harm than good would come as a result of this action.  Finally, a compromise was reached that will end this conflict:  The individual in question will not be placed with us.  In return, the office extracted a commitment to allow the staff to program next Friday's jukebox selection with no interference with me, regardless of  the selection made.  To date, I have taken on this duty and have felt it was my personal signature contribution to this forum.  I immediately rejected this offer, but was met with a no movement stance from the other side.  In the end, I had one choice:  relent or accept the loser.  You know the decision I made. 

Here is what I am faced with.  This is what the staff wanted to play.  I only hope next Friday is better than this. 

Thursday, November 12, 2009

Ah, the price of success

The recognition and mention of this site yesterday by Nancy, a nice lady and author on her own wonderful  blog, has caused a problem that I am feverishly trying to address while I write this.  While appreciative of her raising our existence among the reading community, there is a new challenge that needs to be addressed. 

This lady graciously noted that our site was "off the wall in a beautiful way".   Initially, we welcomed this recognition and felt positive  about it.  After all, I manage this site  for 3 reasons:  1)  I enjoy writing, 2) I like to entertain others, and 3) to gainfully employ our various thickheaded staff members who would be nothing more than unemployment statistics if they weren't involved here.  Come on, could you imagine Gummo the Balloon Boy, Dicky the Peap, or Freako Deako working at your place of employment?    It's best they are together here at FTI; it's kind of like a stray pound for the weak-minded members of my community.  Anyway,  back to the problem. 

A couple of these deep-thinking individuals decided they alone were responsible for our success and that perhaps their abilities would be compensated at a higher level at a competitive thinking organization and announced they were leaving immediately unless we could come up with more dough.  Privately thinking, "Don't let the door hit you in the ass on the way out", but, befitting my professional demeanor  as Executive Director here at the Institute, I reminded them of the previous difficulties in dealing with our cheap assed Board of Directors, that my hands were tied financially, and we couldn't afford any more compensation.  I told them  I was sad to see them go, but, would not want to stand in the way of their future success and  wished them well in their new endeavors. (Truthfully, however, I would be eager to jettison any one of these knuckleheads, let alone 2 on the same day; and was secretly thrilled that I would now have two less problem children to deal with and did my own private, happy dance once out of viewing range of the rest of our staff.)   

At the end of the business day yesterday, I received a phone call from the county probation supervisory office informing me that these 2 were not eligible to move elsewhere.  Additionally, their office, too, had become aware of the recognition bestowed upon us, and figured if we could gain this type of notoriety with the staff we had assembled, perhaps one more loser would really put us on the map!  We have worked so hard to erase the reputation of the Institute serving as a dumping ground for society's weirdos, whackos, and misfits.    Now, I have to determine how to raise the level of thinking and policy analysis currently produced to a level that any new reader would want to come here and view, let alone  re-visit on a regular basis with an additional whackjob on staff. 

In closing, to all of our new visitors and friends, welcome.  Take 15 minutes, look around,  and explore some of  the past postings.  We're here 6 days a week; from simple life observations to cutting edge analysis as interpreted by the staff to the Friday Jukebox, we try to have fun along the way.  I guarantee you will leave thinking, "Boy, I'm glad I'm not in that guy's shoes".   And finally, a large "thanks" to my new friend, Nancy.   Let me return the favor someday.  Like, whenever you are ready to wind down your blog.   I can loan out some of our staff.  They can reduce your readership immediately.   And end it in a week.

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

Does that include one free phone call as well?

I was awakened this morning at 6 am local time by my cell phone.  I normally do not have my cell phone on 24 hours, but, am out of town traveling.  Unsure whether Mrs. Kfred was calling to inform me that the garage door opener was inoperable and she was once again trapped inside (pull the red cord dear; it's the manual disengage), or that it would be the local bail bondsman's monthly reminder about the Institute's past due corporate balance, I groggily answer the phone.  On the other end is a cheery, chipper, pre-recorded voice informing me that I was eligible for "bailout" assistance on my current home loan.  Apparently, it was determined that I deserved  this assistance due to my excellent credit history and the fact that the government wants homeowners like me to have the access to bailout funds "just like the big corporations".

I do not have the luxury of confirming these statements on the Factorcrap Truthometer Deluxe as it does not have remote access capabilities.  I do know, however, that instead of offering me help with my mortgage, they instead offer me something the big corporations have: legal assistance.  You see, due to numerous complaints, local law enforcement is considering having our guys being subject to a "perp walk" in front of TV cameras for the 5 o'clock news.  This would have nothing to do with financial irregularities, rather, one of engaging in public stupidity.  And for that, we need as much assistance as possible.

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

Course rules dictate the round to be played in 5 hours or less





A commonly held misconception about FTI is that our guys don't know how to have fun.  Oh sure, we regularly engage in grind-it-out, leading edge, out-of the box-thinking.  That's our job.  And getting there is not always pretty.  Regularly, there are hurt feelings, accusations of stupidity, uneasy alliances, and chipped fingernail polish.  In the end though, the job gets finished and the results are displayed here. Once that is done, though, our guys live by the motto:  Work hard, play hard. 

This past weekend, a couple of the guys got out on the local course and decided to play some golf.  The weather wasn't ideal, but hey, it's a chance to get out of confinement.    Here is a picture of one of our affiliates, Slateface, attempting to convert a simply "miserable" round to just a "horrible" one.    Though the rules of golf actually do allow for such a shot to be attempted, normal  players would accept the extra stroke penalty, drop a new ball, and play on.  Not our Slateface, though.  He brings this type of competitive determination, drive, and idiocy to our thinktank policy meetings on a daily basis.     This might have some connection to the comments of most of our ideas being "all wet".  I don't know what that means. 

 

Monday, November 9, 2009

My Congressman didn't address this health care issue during debate






After my various duties here at the Institute are finished, I sometimes find time to do shopping, particularly for my personal medical needs. The FTI medical staff, realizing the need for me to self medicate, have authorized me to puchase my own medicinal tonic water to mix with Gin to keep me in a state of partial lucidity in order to deal with the daftness around here.

Upon my trip to the market yesterday, I discovered a medication overcharge that is coming to illustrate the problems millions of people face when deciding how to allocate their few remaining dollars between their health and their daily living needs.  The choice was simple:  Buy the 6 pack of 8 oz bottles  of tonic for $4.99 or buy the 32 oz bottle for $1.25.  The small 6 pack offers the convenience of single serve portions without the worry of waste or stale product.    On the other hand, I could buy the larger bottle, get a couple of day's worth of use, have it go flat, and still be money ahead. 

It would appear to me that something is definitely wrong with this equation.   I do not need to consult the deep thinkers I supervise to realize that someone is making a frigging killing on this whole thing. I know the outrage of the debate over costs of the healthcare plan currently before Congress.  I just hope they can settle it and get the costs of tonic under control.

Sunday, November 8, 2009

It's Green Sunday

Hey c'mon, it's Sunday and tough enough to get this group to think during the week, let alone the weekend. We get a day off too, you know.

We're glad you're here, though. We have endorsed a new "green" policy here at FTI and want to do our part.  Since you've already spent the energy to get here, it would be wasteful (not to mention how harmful  to the environment)  if you leave now without getting what you came for.  So we'll  do our part: it's not new, it's just gently read.   Take a look here and see if you missed anything from the past.

See you tomorrow.

Saturday, November 7, 2009

A case can be made for wearing a helmet

A little self promotion today.............

Our idiot IT team, in order to raise their stature as the most reviled dept here at the Institute, has earned a temporary reprieve for developing a method to place our favicon (the little portrait of me)in our header.

Previously, we were saddled with the Blogger "B" in this position, but now we have a brand logo like the "real" Bloggers. It is our sincere desire that this new addition will enhance our status and reputation as a serious organization dedicated to an alternative method of thinking not found anywhere else.

Upon further reflection, I have realized, "Who am I trying to fool?" One look at this website, not unlike a collection of postings generated by post-operative head injury patients and it is obvious. We will never attain that status. At least, the picture looks good.

Thursday, November 5, 2009

I guess the 20 year reunion might be a little awkward

"Hey, do you remember raiding the girl's locker room? And that time when we had the drag race in the parking lot? Or how about the time I robbed you?"

"God, those were good days."

Wednesday, November 4, 2009

Dear Dicky

The current economic conditions have resulted in a number of people of being out of work and trying to find employment.   Try as I might to get rid of some of the help around here, I have met strong resistance to cleaning house and upgrading the level and quality of thinking done here.  Thank God for the Factorcrap Truthometer Deluxe; it's the only reliable, consistent, steady "voice" that can be counted on for expertise.  The rest of our idiots would be better suited in  pursuing their career goals in either the fastfood preparation or housekeeping/laundry segments of industry.    Regardless,  I relay this background as a premise for the point of this entry.

A number of self-help articles, success tips, and general advice columns have been increasingly written to help people sharpen their skills to find employment.  In order to sharpen our critical thinking skills, we at FTI are constantly engaging in mental exercises to raise our mental abilities to an "adequate" level.  I gave our staff the directive to write their own type of general advice column in the 3rd person to share and be critiqued by the rest of the team in order to attain this "adequate" status.  Here is an example of what one of our members, Dicky the Peap, submitted:

Dear Dicky,
I hope you can help me. The other day, I set off for work leaving my husband in the house watching TV. My car stalled and then it broke down about a mile down the road and I had to walk back to get my husband's help. When I got home, I couldn't believe my eyes. He was in our bedroom with the neighbor's daughter!

I am 32, my husband is 34, and the neighbor's daughter is 19. We have been married for ten years. When I confronted  him, he broke down and admitted that they had been having an affair for the past six months. He won't go to counseling and I'm afraid I am a wreck and need advice urgently. Can you please help?
Sincerely, Sheila

Dear Sheila,

A car stalling after being driven a short distance can be caused by a variety of faults with the engine. Start by checking that there is no debris in the fuel line. If it is clear, check the vacuum pipes and hoses on the intake manifold and also check all grounding wires. If none of these approaches solves the problem, it could be that the fuel pump itself is faulty, causing low delivery pressure to the injectors.

I hope this helps,

Dicky

Obviously, we have a lot of work to do.

Monday, November 2, 2009

There's one born every minute


While conducting our weekly counseling session with Gummo the Balloon Boy this morning, I unhappily found out we share a common trait, something I most definitely try to conceal from everyone. Gummo is a good person, but, as a member of our thinktank personnel, he definitely possesses and exhibits thinking tendencies that would be classified as well, "odd". To share any sort of mental similarity with this individual is troubling.

It turns out that Gummo has been selected as a winner of a British National Online lottery. Amazingly enough, I just found out this morning that the Institute has also been bestowed this high honor and privilege! That means, that combined with our past 2 lucky random foreign lottery selections, the Institute stands to collect somewhere in the range of $10 Million US Dollars! Imagine what kind of good we could do with that type of infusion of cash.

Though exhausted with excitement and anxious for the presentation of funds, I do temper my enthusiasm with the realization that if Gummo has also won, the fix is definitely in. After all, Gummo is on a staff that was assembled as a type of mental sideshow attraction. To share this prize is one thing; to share it with one of our own, which by their own presence of being on our staff is troublesome, I realize that perhaps our similarities are not a good thing.

Sunday, November 1, 2009

An hour late, but it is still Green Sunday

Hey c'mon, it's Sunday and tough enough to get this group to think during the week, let alone the weekend. We get a day off too, you know.

We're glad you're here, though. We have endorsed a new "green" policy here at FTI and want to do our part.  Since you've already spent the energy to get here, it would be wasteful (not to mention how harmful  to the environment)  if you leave now without getting what you came for.  So we'll  do our part: it's not new, it's just gently read.   Take a look here and see if you missed anything from the past.

See you tomorrow.

Saturday, October 31, 2009

Heavy on the tricks, this is no treat.

Our virtual weekly staff meeting was held yesterday.  We had decided to let our thinkers  attend in their favorite costume in recognition of the Halloween weekend.  Anticipating the  normal idiocy, distractions, and general ineffectiveness  we normally experience,  we thought perhaps we could accomplish something if we allowed this type of activity.   Boy, was that a mistake. 

Dicky the Peap was in attendance as Donald Trump.  That concept alone is preposterous as Dicky IS Donald Trump.   The hair, the money.   Actually, I think Trump tries to imitate our own Dicky.  Gummo the Balloon Boy, was dressed as Abraham Lincoln and insisting that he would make Stephen A Douglass "his bitch" by the end of the day.  Marv the Neighbor  thought we were having Thanksgiving, insisted not knowing anything about dressing up, and only wanting to deep fry a turkey.   I, of course, was dressed in my best sequined tuxedo, walking stick, and bejeweled top hat befitting  the Ringmaster of a large circus.   After an hour and a half of trying to address the topics  on our agenda, I could see we were going nowhere fast and abruptly canceled the meeting.  

We have these meetings weekly.  We try to include these members so they feel they are contributing to our success here at FTI.  After re-reading the minutes of yesterdays fiasco, I can only conclude that our affiliates don't have to don costume once a year to portray someone they are not.  They already portray someone they are not:  Intelligent beings. 

Thursday, October 29, 2009

We need to watch our expenses

While staying current with the local news around the FTI compound, I have noticed a disturbing trend:  employees and public officials billing their company or local government for numerous personal expenses not related to their job or duties.  Not only is this flat out dishonest and illegal, I find it morally offensive.  My point, however, is not to be some moral compass for others or goody-2-shoes; rather, to highlight the safeguards and checkpoints employed by the FTI finance team.

Here at FTI, all employee expenses (mine) are scrutinized for accuracy in regard to dates and amounts.    After initial scrutiny, the expense report is then  filed in a 3 month aging bin where nothing is done or acted upon until this 90 day barrier is met. In the meantime, I am on my own for any type of payment to my bank.  Appeals to our cheap-assed Board of Directors to speed up this process has been  met to date with the same sound as that found in the middle of the forest in the summer:  *crickets chirping*.   Promptly upon the 91st day following the submission of expenses, a terse denial of all requests is issued.  I then have to resubmit all statements and begin the process over again.  I have always treated company money like it was my own and have never billed the company for my personal expenses.  Before I came Executive Director here at the Institute, I do recall an incident while employed at an earlier position where I had an expense questioned:  I put a 25%+  tip on a meal at a Chinese restaurant which my supervisor thought was extensive.  (Never mind the fact that the meal cost a total of $6.95, he thought the $1.75 was too much of a tip.) Talk about scrutiny! 

I have not billed the Institute for the mental health therapy bills I have incurred recently.  Dealing with this band of Weirdos, Whackos, and Misfits on a daily basis certainly creates the need for this type of expense.  I just hope the therapist will see fit to carry me on their books a bit longer.  My case definitely needs a long term treatment plan.

Wednesday, October 28, 2009

Take ME out to the ballgame!

While speaking with Kfred Jr. 2 the other night, he happened to off-handedly mention that he was going to be on national TV on Wednesday night.  Of course, I had no idea of what he was referring to and asked him to explain.  He said that he had the opportunity to attend Game 1 of the World Series at Yankee Stadium and not only would he watch the game, but, also participate in the pre-game ceremonies  down on the field! Apparently, an allotment of tickets were dedicated to his school and it was done on a first come/first served basis. 

I have a friend who lives in NYC who is a huge Yankee fan and  would love to have this same opportunity.  I  relayed this incident to him and he told me that the cheapest tickets to this game are $400 and escalate up to $2500 per seat.  And these are face values.  I'm sure the actual amount paid will greatly exceed these numbers.   

Though I am glad for the kid, I am more than a little jealous.  He will be hanging out, enjoying the first World Series game ever held in the new Yankee Stadium, being up close to the entire experience.   I hope he catches a foul ball.

Monday, October 26, 2009

No liquids before bedtime

This past Saturdays post has caused some controversy and hurt feelings which I feel a need to address immediately.

The point of the post was to comment on the untimely alert of a failing battery in a smoke alarm. I happened to compare the sound from this to the sound of the bed-wetting alarms installed in the dormitory where our affiliate thinkers are housed here at FTI. I merely thought this was the original source of the alarm and commented as such. Though they have been noted for their unique thinking, some members of our team apparently are very thin skinned as one tendered his immediate resignation, one is nowhere to be found at the moment, and two more have requested appointments for embarrassment counseling via our employee assistance program.

Having been notified of the possible shame and humiliation caused by my posting, I wish to publicly make a formal apology in this forum. I certainly did not intend to cause any harm or shame. I do, however, regret to inform our team that the raises we had slated to give to our team will now be cancelled as they were to be funded by the sponsorship by the maker of the Depends brand undergarments. Hopefully,
we won't be "underwater" because of this incident.

Sunday, October 25, 2009

It's Green Sunday

Hey c'mon, it's Sunday and tough enough to get this group to think during the week, let alone the weekend. We get a day off too, you know.

We're glad you're here, though. We have endorsed a new "green" policy here at FTI and want to do our part.  Since you've already spent the energy to get here, it would be wasteful (not to mention how harmful  to the environment)  if you leave now without getting what you came for.  So we'll  do our part: it's not new, it's just gently read.   Take a look here and see if you missed anything from the past.

See you tomorrow.

Saturday, October 24, 2009

You know...it's for your own good


Last night at approximately 3:23 am, I was awakened by a distinct intermittent "beeping" in the Executive Living quarters here at FTI.  At first, I thought I was dreaming, though once awaken, I distinctly heard it about every 30 seconds.  My initial reaction that it was one of the various bed wetting alarms that were set for some of our affiliates in the adjacent Think-tank dormitory, but then realized this couldn't be the case as the sound was emanating from a nearer source.   Realizing I wasn't going to be able to ignore it and fall back asleep, I got up and found the source to be a smoke detector signaling that the back-up battery was losing power.  This particular model  is designed to "chirp" to inform the owner to replace the battery on a periodic basis. 

My issue with the whole design of this device is how something  retailing at $14.95 can consistently run out of backup battery power and emit it's warning sounds ALWAYS IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT WHEN PEOPLE ARE SLEEPING!  Does it happen at 6 pm when you arrive home from work and have a chance to go get another battery?  No.   Does it happen at 10 am on Saturday morning when you have the ladder out anyway and doing other fix-it projects?  No.  It happens in the middle of the night. Every time.  I don't know.  I'm getting tired with the issues around this place. 

(EDITOR'S  NOTE:  I am finishing this posting on behalf of our Executive Director as he was so frustrated with this subject, he contacted the FTI Medical Staff and requested an extra dispensation of our own FTI sedative.  Normally, he only takes one per day in order to remain lucid while dealing with the staff and his initial request was rejected due to safety reasons.  Upon further analysis by the FTI medical staff and   in conjunction with this incident, it was decided it would be better to risk a possible over-dispensation and retain his services than to have him resign his post.  Prior to his accepting this position, we had a vacancy for 5 years.  You think this stuff is odd? You  should have seen some of our results then. )

Thursday, October 22, 2009

Gee, I guess I am just a lucky person

Hold it!  This is too good to be true!  Not once but twice, TWICE, in a lifetime does anyone ever get these types of opportunities. You see another chance has presented itself that is far too superior to pass up.

Last week, we posted about an opportunity from a banking official in Africa offering us nearly $4 Million US dollars merely by helping them transfer some hidden money out of an African bank account.  Apparently, our honesty, sterling reputation, and superior, deep seated thinking skills here at the Institute are becoming to be well regarded in Africa as we have now been offered an additional opportunity in the connection of the death of another wealthy person who has hidden dollars deposited there.  This time, though, we have an opportunity to share in over 9 Million US DOLLARS! Woo-hoo!

We obviously spotted the earlier solicitation as a fake  as there was no proof of this person's existence or record of his money.  But this one is different.  The lawyer sent me this link proving the existence and subsequent death of this rich American businessman!  Submitted to our staff during our weekly think-tank sessions, their summary consensus was simple:  "If it exists on the internet, it must be true."   The fact that this person was not married and had no children or remaining known family is insignificant.  It's just more money for us. 

We currently are working on the FTI pre-Christmas gift list.  There are going to be some surprised affiliates in regard to the lavishness of their gifts this year.  Lets' see:  a new washer and dryer combo set for Dicky the Peap, a new bicycle for Gummo the Balloon Boy, Freako Deako can get another round of shock therapy; our generosity knows no limits.  I always knew our efforts would become known all over the world.  I never dreamed people would pay us for it, though. 

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

Why don't you just nail it shut?

I am currently  here at the FTI Compound awaiting a maintenance contractor to take a look at one of the doors.  Our own maintenance team couldn't figure out what was wrong, so, we had to call the manufacturer and schedule an appointment. 

In a nut shell, once the door is closed, the latch  has a tendency to engage itself and will not release resulting in being locked INSIDE our executive wing.  (There is an upside to this dilemma as it does insulate us from the rest of the staff we are in charge of overseeing.)  Anyway, our guys solution was to wad up some cardboard, stick it in the latch, thereby making the latch inoperable while still allowing the door to open, and pronounce it fixed.   The keen eyed followers of this blog will notice that this type of thinking is consistent and equal to that of the rest of our contributing staff and related affiliates.  As Executive Director, however, I have a responsibility to the safety and well being of the general public to insure that the door is properly functioning so I can go out and close the main compound gate at night to  prevent any of these same near-award winning thinkers to wander off and scare the population at large.  In reflection, a better solution may be to expand our executive wing, shepherd all of the normal people into it, and keep the door inoperable.   

Monday, October 19, 2009

Gummo? Hell, the guy can't float on water, let alone in the air

The recent uproar over the past few days over the "balloon boy" hoax in Colorado has created some confusion for various people. Some of our readers have inquired into the health and pending punishment to be meted out to our affiliate, Gummo the Balloon Boy. Let me attempt to clarify this issue.

The 6 year old boy in this story is not to be confused with our own Gummo. During the time the Colorado incident was occurring, Gummo was sick in bed suffering to the affects due to a severe latex allergy. Gummo has been repeatedly warned of staying away from the Institute's weather observation equipment (our own slightly rusted, often inaccurate, FTI outdoor Thermometer) and had nothing to do with  this particular incident.

Interestingly enough, we did receive an application earlier from the boy's father to join us as an affiliate member. Over the weekend, our search committee reviewed his application, studied his past accomplishments, and evaluated his role in the recent incident. Based on the ensuing media circus and questionable intent of his actions, they have recommended that he not be offered a fellowship with our group.  The concensus was that this individual's high cognitive ability to execute this hoax was far superior to anything our group could concoct and, as a result, would demoralize the rest of our staff.  Translation:  He's smarter than our guys.

Sunday, October 18, 2009

It's green Sunday!

Hey c'mon, it's Sunday and tough enough to get this group to think during the week, let alone the weekend. We get a day off too, you know.

We're glad you're here, though. We have endorsed a new "green" policy here at FTI and want to do our part.  Since you've already spent the energy to get here, it would be wasteful (not to mention how harmful  to the environment)  if you leave now without getting what you came for.  So we'll  do our part: it's not new, it's just gently read.   Take a look here and see if you missed anything from the past.

See you tomorrow.

Thursday, October 15, 2009

Well, it was Brown and it has my driver's license in it

Unfortunately, other than the criminal tendencies, this guy shares the thinking capabilities of the majority of our staff.

Wednesday, October 14, 2009

Do I get a 10 minute break as well?

I note that the minimum wage is actually going down in the state of Colorado and could do so  as well in 10 other states.  This could be especially harmful to the results of this blog as we could potentially be affected by this.   Our cheap-ass Board of Directors are constantly looking for ways to minimize costs and what better way than to pare the compensation of the contributing thinkers?  All of our staff and thinkers work at this wage level to start with.

On further reflection and review of the past 90 days efforts, however,  I have come to realize this could be a good thing.  The content to date has been fairly estimated to be that of efforts worth $1.00 hour.  Or, to put it into perspective, equal to the compensation most babysitters earned in the 1970s.  I  see many similarities between  that babysitter's duties and my position. 

Tuesday, October 13, 2009

Sometimes we have to chew out our own



I just got off of the phone with one of our affiliates,  The Green Comic.  He is normally always upbeat, cheerful, and basically a positive person.   Today, however, he was a little grumpy and his affiliate status here at FTI is in great jeopardy.

In a matter of a 6 minutes and 26 second phone call, he was able to singlehandedly slight black people, handicapped people, and was threatening to target small children next.   I pointed out to him that he had no business slighting anyone as not only does he re-use other people's jokes and material, (hence his name,) but also  he himself was an avowed idiot whom is subject to immediate dismissal at any time.  The mere activity of pondering the loss of his prestigious position with our higher level thinkers here immediately transformed his attitude and I am happy to report he has reverted to his imbecilic ways.  Welcome back.

Monday, October 12, 2009

A public confession and private question

Freako Deako and his wife came over for dinner last night.  Mrs. Deako is a wonderful lady; normal, sane, and level-headed.  Her only weakness is that somehow, she is attracted to Freako.  Regardless, though this one character flaw is epic in proportion, it does not change Mrs. Kfred's and my perception of her being a terrific person.  Freako, on the other hand, is just well, a Freak.  His inclusion as one of the affiliates here at the Institute is nothing we trumpet publicly, but, rather admit begrudgingly only when legal depositions are being conducted.

I point this out only for accuracy sake and to also take an offensive position in a public forum  should there be any question that we have stacked our staff with intellectuals that have no equal.  I have no doubt that there are any equals to this band of weirdos, wackos, and misfits.  I just am troubled why I have to be the one whom is forced to interact with them.  What have I done wrong?      

Sunday, October 11, 2009

Just doin' our part for the environment

Hey c'mon, it's Sunday and tough enough to get this group to think during the week, let alone the weekend. We get a day off too, you know.

We're glad you're here, though. We have endorsed a new "green" policy here at FTI and want to do our part.  Since you've already spent the energy to get here, it would be wasteful (not to mention how harmful  to the environment)  if you leave now without getting what you came for.  So we'll  do our part: it's not new, it's just gently read.   Take a look here and see if you missed anything from the past.

See you tomorrow.

Saturday, October 10, 2009

Security? Who would want to waste their efforts on us?



As author of this blog and chief administrator at this rinky dinky Institute, I sometimes have to face some criticism and accept comments in reference to the postings made here. Granted, most of it is meaningless as it is usually mindless drivel from our own staff.  The fact that they are associates in the first place confirm this position.  Sometimes, however, automated spam can be generated and posted here that has nothing to do with the subject topic.  Again, this same statement can be made of the writings of the contributors to date, but, we do try to acknowledge their lucidity at the moment. 

The tight ass Board of Directors, however, are highly image conscious and are always  worried about criticism of the Institute from others let alone automated robot generated spam.    They collectively got their panties in a wad and inquired if our idiot IT department could attach some spam Prevention questions to the comment section.  This way, anyone sharing comments would have to answer the question and at least we would know it was not automated spam.  It was decided a simple question would be asked:  "In what state is the Institute located"?   After an hour's argument between the answers of Denial, Disrepair, and Disarray, it was decided to forgo this complex security procedure and just allow the comments as they came in.  Of course, everyone knows the real answer:  Confusion.

Thursday, October 8, 2009

I guess I will just eat an apple a day

Ah, the annual decision making process of healthcare plan selection is upon me.  Costs are exploding and no organization is immune from trying to control expenses.  We covered this earlier when the healthcare debate was in such a rush before Congress and at that time, I had a funny feeling the do-nothing, meddling, cheap-ass Board of directors were considering this option. Sure enough, a memo was circulated today that this plan will be the only plan to cover the Institute staff for 2010.  

Being Executive director here at FTI does have some perks, however.  As I am an exempt, at will employee, I do have the option of  enjoying the same gold plated, "Cadillac" level, plan currently enjoyed by the Board.  They actually get to see live specialists who swear for you. 

Wednesday, October 7, 2009

Could it be that fate is tempting me?

If this blog suddenly goes dark and I turn up MIA, I can assure you, I will be in some exotic location  rapidly throwing off any remaining vestiges of being associated with the knuckleheads at the FTI.  Let me explain. 

I have to go out of town on some non-institute business for a few days.    While making the appropriate hotel reservations, the clerk mentions, "oh, you got the lucky confirmation number.  I was wondering who was going to get it".  The number:  771177.  My hotel of choice:  A casino/resort hotel. 
Then, I make a phone call to renew my prescription from a mail order pharmacy as I am heavily tranquilized most days in order to deal with the morons you have been previously introduced to in prior posts.  I give the customer service person my phone number and she says, "oh, that's my lucky number."  I asked her how a phone number could be a lucky number.  She said it just contained the digits she has found to be lucky. 
Hmmmm, I am starting to see a trend here.   I have to believe things are looking up for me.

Why looky there!  The woman next to me at the 21 table just got dealt a pair of Tens.  And she wants to SPLIT THEM!!   I knew this was too good to be true. 

Tuesday, October 6, 2009

Sorry, I'm already posting Google links to supplement my income

Let's see, 10% for taxes, fees, and telephone calls, huh?  Ok. 

I just received an email today from a lawyer in Burkina Faso, a small landlocked country in Africa which is ranked 7th to last place of the Human Development Index.  Translation: This place sucks.  As you can see, this guy is looking for someone to represent as next of kin, an African engineer who died, and had $13 Million US dollars squirreled away. The lawyer will cut me in for 30%, pay the aforementioned 10% miscellaneous charges, and keep the remaining 60% for himself.  Anyway, he wants some basic information and I will be on the path to untold success and riches.

I thought this event was too good to be true and decided to run it by a couple of my most trusted friends and financial advisors, Freako Deako, Rat Bastard G, and Dicky the Peap.  All were in agreement that, though this was a fantastic opportunty,  there was something definitely wrong with this offer.  Something just didn't ring true; didn't "smell" right.   Finally, after 3 hours of poring over every word and deciphering every phrase in the letter, it hit them:   It had been there the whole time and they had overlooked it.  10% for phone charges!?  Don't they know if you bundle with Qwest, you get unlimited local AND long distance calling for only $99 a month?  Hey, we're not as dumb as we look.

Monday, October 5, 2009

Engage the auto-pilot. Let's go straighten this mess out.

The cheap-ass FTI  Board of Directors will not  allow me to fly 1st class as they consider it ringside seating.  No wonder you pay a premium.

Sunday, October 4, 2009

We're Green one day a week

Hey c'mon, it's Sunday and tough enough to get this group to think during the week, let alone the weekend. We get a day off too, you know.


We're glad you're here, though. We have endorsed a new "green" policy here at FTI and want to do our part.  Since you've already spent the energy to get here, it would be wasteful (not to mention how harmful  to the environment)  if you leave now without getting what you came for.  So we'll  do our part: it's not new, it's just gently read.   Take a look here and see if you missed anything from the past.

See you tomorrow.

Saturday, October 3, 2009

Here's proof in a graph form




Today is my wedding anniversary. Through thick and thin, Mrs. Kfred has been there for me. Of course, we have had disagreements, but (and it pains me to say this), she has usually been right.

For a number of years, though,  I have increasingly had the suspicion that I have been coming out on the losing end of most disagreements, but, couldn't document it as such .  I assigned our Statistical Analysis team to see if they could verify some data and, by golly, they hit one out of the park with this easy to understand graphic. The beauty of this representation is that it is not case specific.  It would apply to any married man.  Good job, guys. 

Oh, and dear, I will  always love you.

Thursday, October 1, 2009

Nice to meet you. And how do you know these guys?

At any party, there is always small talk among the guests. People who had been complete strangers with one another 2 minutes earlier are now chatting and finding similar details about their experiences and connections.

One of the tools at our disposal in generating this daily display of self-humiliation is the ability to know how people got to this site. That is, we know which search terms, which keywords, which questions asked to the various internet search engines, brought them to our site. Imagine our shock and surprise to discover that instead of the terms we had imagined would drive readership our way, the actual terms were something else. Instead of "intelligent analysis", "flawless reasoning", or "creative alternatives", we instead are being referred to for people who searched for "What should I pay my receptionist", "that German engineering", "make money posting google links" (we're going to update that story in a few days) and my favorite, "flatline investing".

To those of you who searched for answers about these terms(if you are courageous enough to hang around and still be viewing our site), on behalf of all of us here at FTI, I apologize. Coming here for answers to those type of queries is like making an appointment to discuss your finances with Warren Buffett and ending up taking advice from Zelda, the Bulgarian Mystic, at the carnival sideshow. Well intentioned, but misguided.

Wednesday, September 30, 2009

You're better off with the devil you know

While doing a little page maintenance recently on this site, I noticed a feature that I hadn't paid any attention to in the past.  And I thought that the FTI site was a little odd.   Ha!  We got nothing on the competition! 

Allow me to explain. (I could have had one of our idiot IT guys try, but, the entire geek team was hypnotically engaged in a fierce, virtual firefight with some wizard priest sloth-monkeys from Zoltar 7 and couldn't be torn away from their screens to help.  It's sad to see grown adults, staring at computer screens, mouths open,  cursing at animated figures.  )   Anyway, this site we publish on is hosted by the "Blogger" team.  They provide the framework under which we publish.   At the top of our page is their logo, a search box, and  a hotlink on the term of "Next Blog". At the risk of sending you to a competing site that is also vying for your reading attention, I encourage you to take the plunge.  (I do recommend opening in a new window, however, as some sites don't allow you back here, the land of sanity, um   normalcy, damn it, that's not it either, uh regularity.)  If you thought we had a monopoly on weirdos, wackos, and misfits, I would beg to differ. 

Here are some of the subject topics I observed: A Filipino woman who loves to play Farmville on  Facebook and describes her progress daily;  a lonely, heartbroken woman who has centered her entire blog around her breakup with her boyfriend and chronicles it hourly (well, almost);  a Korean teenager who posts with the same abbreviations she uses to text message on her telephone, and (I swear this one is true,) one consisting of nothing but pictures of women's underwear.  Some of it is interesting, some of it is different, all of it is weird. The websites. Not the underwear.  Now, thinking about it; yeah, the underwear, too.  

I don't think for a minute we have anything superior to anyone else's website content and am not  disparaging  them.  Different strokes for different folks.  It's just that they don't have a Factorcrap Truthometer Deluxe to evaluate their statements, they don't have a cheap, meddlesome Board of Directors who won't mind their own business,  and they sure as hell don't have one ringleader who is supposed to oversee their trainwreck of a website and given a fancy title of Executive Director.   I am afraid, though, that right now, Vladimir in Russia is stumbling across this site, trying to figure out what this is all about, shakes his head, elbows his brother Petr, and mutters "этот парень - идиот".   Sadly, we have heard it before.

For the English translation click and drag your mouse from star to star.

* This guy is an idiot! *

Tuesday, September 29, 2009

Jukebox Bonus: 4th Chair Trumpet.



This is too good to wait 'til our normal Friday Jukebox.   If you ever played in the band in junior or senior high school and never made 1st Chair, you will understand.

Monday, September 28, 2009

Do you think we will have to bail the bank out on this too?




Does this never end?  As we first noted a week ago, if  this story wasn't odd enough, here come's the next chapter:   On top of the pending escape charges, now there are financial problems! 

Even the deep thinkers here at the Institute are scratching their heads on this one.

Sunday, September 27, 2009

We're green one day a week

Hey c'mon, it's tough enough to get this group to think during the week, let alone the weekend. We get a day off too, you know.

We're glad you're here, though. We have endorsed a new "green" policy here at FTI and want to do our part.  Since you've already spent the energy to get here, it would be wasteful (not to mention how harmful  to the environment)  if you leave now without getting what you came for.  So we'll  do our part: it's not new, it's just gently read.   Take a look here and see if you missed anything from the past.

See you tomorrow.

Saturday, September 26, 2009

I didn't know Facebook was so highbrow

I recently joined Facebook.  It's an interesting place.  I joined for 2 reasons:  1) to find and reconnect with old friends and acquaintances, and 2) to drive readership to this site.  Now, before I am accused of  furthering my own self serving interest in regard to reason No. 2, I do point out this site has no ads, no point and click  moneymaking opportunities, (ironic I put a hotlink here, isnt it?  Don't worry.  It's just a link to a past story) or any other spam generating content.   I do this because I like to write and I want to share it with others.  That's it.  It also serves as a written testimony to the activities of the weirdo's, wackos, and misfits, that surround my life.  No one could make this shit up. 

A lot of groups and businesses have pages on Facebook to gain exposure and create interest in their product or cause.   The meddling  FTI Board of Directors thought that joining as an organization would be a good idea, convened an emergency meeting, and voted to join as well.    Our page was up within 2 hours as the dopey IT team suddenly came to life and made something happen before their normal 3pm "benchmark of excellence".  2 hours after that, however, it was down, temporarily suspended, and ultimately banned with a terse statement from Facebook that we had violated their terms concerning intellectual rights.  This message was met with mixed reaction here at FTI.  While we are saddened we can't reach a larger audience, we are encouraged.  Our legal team is currently poring over this statement as they have always believed we offer nothing resembling anything remotely intellectual in the first place.  There must be something we are missing.   

Thursday, September 24, 2009

Maybe he chose to pursue other opportunities

Okay, this is a logical progression as a result of this event. 

We had a similar event here at the institute a while back.  Dickey the Peap was scheduled for his annual haircut and detoured away only to be found after 5  hours later  of exhaustive searching  in a wallet store, of all places.    As he had never owned one, his fascination and obsession with these accessories was deemed suspicious and our our medical retrieval team was notified and he was safely returned.   As he has never spent his own nickel in the first place, he was deemed to be of no further hazard to others or himself and this ugly incident is now in the past. 

Wednesday, September 23, 2009

Hey, maybe we're just not one small speck of insignificance

Late last night, while signing the final witness statement and complaint form, I was able to ponder and reflect if my efforts are truly meaningful.  After all, our stated goal of determining the truth is many times thwarted only because of the mostly low-level functioning  of our associates and affiliates.  Regardless, I am thankful to our board of Directors for authorizing the purchase of the Factorcrap Truthometer Deluxe (though those bastards did deny the $138 claim on my expense report I spent at Radio Shack to finally get it running.  Dickheads.) and know ultimately our purpose is true. 

Yesterday, the perfect storm hit, and I am proud to report that the  FTI team came together to perform like a symphony.  Though the "music" created was on the  level of a 6th grade beginner's symphony, I am still proud.  It was amazing.   As evidenced by the readers map, yesterday's post got picked up on Reddit and resulted in a 10x  spike in readership activity.  This single event tested the FTI team to it's furthest capabilities: Our legal team was pressed into service to evaluate the content of  2 profanity laced anonymous phone calls; the oft-maligned IT team was forced to make some on the fly adjustments to our hardware and did so only 3 hours late; even Gummo the Balloon boy got into the act and got on his bicycle.  (EDITOR'S NOTE:  The significance of this act and it's relevance to this story is unknown at this time.  We merely relay the copy given to us.)

In the end, whether it is helping others to remember their internet passwords, discovering the answer to a generational old conflict, or simply providing some music to escape with, we feel we are making a difference.  One threat at a time.

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

We're on a Mission from God


 
I  have had 3 sightings of retired police cars and their drivers in the last week.   One had been restored to near street patrol finish, including the various antennas, the "cage" seating in the rear, driver side spotlight, and ramming front grill.   Another police car was completely stripped of the normal police accessories, had a couple of dents, but still completely roadworthy. The last one  looked like it literally had come off of the set of the Blue Brothers movie:  dirty, missing 2 hubcaps, the paint was peeling.  But bygod, it had the drivers door spotlight still installed. 

Have you ever noticed the type of people driving either of these? I checked with the Factorcrap Truthometer Deluxe and ran some scenarios through it.  The mechanical wonder I purchased on Ebay confirmed my observations:  These  vehicles seem to driven by primarily three types of persons:  1)  young (20-28 years old), slightly overweight white males;  paramilitary types with pressed white shirts, 2) middle aged white guys, unshaven, smoking a cigarette, wearing out of style sunglasses  and 3) what  used to be  called "stoners" ( meth-heads?) with their stringy haired girlfriends. 

The first group in the cop cars want to be noticed.  They are hoping you will be speeding down the highway and suddenly come upon them and back off thinking, "Oh shit!  There's a cop in an unmarked car.  I hope I don't get a ticket!" Then as you realize its not a cop, you pass and they look at you with this smug superior  like "ha, I fooled you idiot" look.  Yeah, real impressive.  You sure got me on that one, Joe Friday. The Group 2 guys   are strictly interested in the car because it's got a "cop motor".  Take a Ford Crown Vic and race down the highway at 130 mph just because you have a car that can do so.  These guys were always the misfits in their social setting in high school.  25 year later,  nothing has changed.      The stoners in the junker, though, are just trying to get somewhere and all they can afford is the old cruiser they bought off one of their friends for $600.  No worries. Don't worry dude.  You will blend right in.

Upon deeper reflection, I have been thinking.  The institute's CRAP (Central Research, Analysis, and Policy) Vehicle has been performing flawlessly lately, but, I do have to plan for it's eventual replacement.  I'm thinking of contacting my local law enforcement department and see if they want to  part with one of their 3 wheeled parking patrol units.  It's smaller, more fuel efficient, but just as official. Depending on which one of our member's are operating it at the time, it could be classified under any of the 3 categories described above.

UPDATE:  if you are reading this from the Reddit link, its an old post! Click here to see the fallout from this post.

Monday, September 21, 2009

Nepotism has no place here


In our never ending goal to develop alternative thinking, one of our own has come through and is already the odds on favorite to assume executive duties here at FTI should there be an overthrow or I announce my immediate retirement, whichever occurs first. 

Unable to participate and attend our recent summer picnic, our nephew Justin submitted this late entry for consideration as part  of the "Employee Talent" display in the "Food Preparation /Hunting" category.  Though not a direct employee, he was able to submit  his entry under a heretofore little known rule: Sister's kid exception.  Congrats to this fine young man. He obviously possesses the thinking characterisitics exhibited here on a daily basis.

Much like a Swiss Army Knife with all of the tools included, this submittal idea has obvious dual purpose capabilities as well:  the deep volume allows for a large tent to be easily  wheeled into the woods to the perfect campsite, while the spacious grill surface area insures that all camping attendees can be assured  their entire hunted game can be cooked at one time.  Ingenious. 

Saturday, September 19, 2009

Well, it seemed like a good idea at the time

Okay.  Let's all meet back here at the horse barn at 2pm. If you all behave, we can get some ice cream afterward.

Thursday, September 17, 2009

i hope help gets here pretty soon

(*crickets*) 

i am writing this from a secret lo..(shh!)........ i am writing this from our secret auxilary location as (shh! what was that?)

(*crickets*)

i am writing this from our secret auxiliary location as we have suspected someone is hacking into the fti network and trying to infiltrate our computer network.  the much aligned and oft referred i.t.  team cannot seem to figure out our ..............(did you hear that?)................
computer problems and suspects there may be sabotage on the part of one of our insiders.  wait.  i and only the two most trusted thinkers in our group have accompanied me here.  i had to blindfold all of us to get here and we got lost.  as a result this entry is late in being posted. 

the geek squad  from our local best buy store was at the compound earlier and I suspect one of them may have been, in fact, a double agent  working for a competitive institute.   anyway, we have contacted the real pros to get us straightened out.   they will be the ones wearing the circuit city tee shirts.

Wednesday, September 16, 2009

We all have some dirty laundry

Our compassion for our associates and affiliated thinkers is very deep. We try to help all of those in need. Earlier, it was noted that one of our associates was suffering some debilitating effects of a treatable malady that, left unchecked, would cause continuing harm to both his relationships with others and to his overall love of self.

As director of FTI, I have the responsibility to know that each of our associates and affiliates are operating at peak performance.  This  past Monday, I  made a referral to our medical team for their evaluation of one of our own.  We promised to show you a "behind the scenes look" of our operation here at FTI; the good, the bad, AND the ugly.  This isn't pleasant, but we offer you this peek  in the sense of openness and complete honesty.

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

No activity detected? You are our candidate.


At many  forward thinking organizations, emphasis is put on future goals and the planning necessary to meet those goals.  We here at FTI are no different  and are always trying to analyze our readership  audience and determine the policy direction you wish for us to pursue.  The Factorcrap Truthometer Deluxe has been invaluable in this task, but, ultimately we need feedback from the target audience.  This year's goal of developing a  network of semi-reliable associates has been met with mixed results.   Gummo the Balloon Boy, Dickey the Peap,  and Freako, to name a few, have provided rich discussion material.  They are, however,  just a small sampling of the associates that we rely on for a representative overview.

 A recently discovered gadget allows us to determine the location of our  readers here at FTI.   So here's calling out to you Chicago, Atlanta, Modesto, Plano, Spokane, Meridian, London and Korea: We know you're out there!  Tell your friends,  have them visit, test to see if they qualify, and join our Wannabe Flatliners club.   Post us to your Facebook and LinkedIn pages,  forward our URL (http://www.flatlinethinking.blogspot.com/) to everyone in your addressbook, write us on the wall in the restroom at work!   Here is a quick cut and paste template:
_______________________________________________________________________________

 Hey I was thinking about you!  This organization  http://www.flatlinethinking.blogspot.com/ is in desperate need of talent and I thought you might be the one that can help them.  They are dedicated to championing the causes of the more "forward" thinking people in today's society and I think you would be invaluable to them. 

Hope this innocent act doesn't end our friendship. 

Sincerely,

_______________________________________________________________________________________

There.  Thats it.  Pretty simple. huh?  Let's see if we can add 4 more continents to cover the earth and  develop a worldwide network of Flatliner wannabe's!  The reader that refers the most new members will be our VIP guest at next year's summer gala.  Like this past summer's blowout, you will be able to hang out with our famous IT crew that recently earned us a mandatory 2 day safety seminar from OSHA,  suspension of pool privileges for the balance of the summer, and the added attention  of local law enforcement.  I will let you even spin in my Directors chair a couple of times and add which ever selection you make to our Friday Jukebox feature.

In reflection, as troubling as the whole summer picnic episode was, the department (and it's leader pictured above) have learned their lesson and promise to behave in a more reasonable fashion in the future.

Monday, September 14, 2009

It's not easy being a part of our staff


Part of our success ( if we do say so ourselves) here at FTI is the constant monitoring and  encouraging of our staff and inspirational affiliates.  We have developed and followed a methodology  shaped like a rainbow to bring out the best in our thinking staff.  Designed to help develop talent, it is deliberate, challenging, and successful.   It can also be brutal.  At one end of our program  is occasional casual observation, at the peak is   intensive help and guidance, and at the other end is complete shunning and banishment.   It serves to refocus personal trait development and strengthen their own natural skills while also to help us weed out  those on our team who's views  have veered into crackpot and wingnut land.

We have become increasingly alarmed of one individual's stability.  Though  always having been a bit out of whack in regard to rational and realistic type thinking, the document displayed above he insisted be shared with the rest of our staff  causes great concern.  Our FTI medical staff is reviewing treatment options currently and will be advising a starting point on our evaluation rainbow.   As we  chronicle the treatment plan for you in future posts, it will allow you to understand the "behind the scenes" efforts here at FTI to help all of our members.  Even the nutjobs.

Saturday, September 12, 2009

We don't have to worry about losing any intellectual properties

As noted in an earlier post, we did get the necessary legal clearance to display pictures of the winning entries during our recent Flatline Thinking Institute "Employee Talent" exhibit of our annual Summer picnic. Our Legal Department is confident that revealing any of these entries "will most certainly not be copied by any other rational inventors. "  We interpret that statement to be of the highest  our team could be bestowed.  Obviously, no one thinks like our people. 

Though many were notable, there were simply too many entries to be deemed as "best". The judging criteria was loosely interpreted to the eye of the beholder, though the groundrules were simple: Create any common device in a manner not previously designed. Here are some noteworthy entries in the Technology/portable personal computing, Automotive/Security, and Home Health/Personal Care categories. Please join us in marveling at the creativity of our affiliates and sharing the pride that these type of individuals are safely detained located away from other people.

Friday, September 11, 2009

9/11: Never Forgotten. Ever.

The usual mirth, merriment, and silliness associated with our normal observations will be suspended today in honor of the over 3000 lives lost 8 years ago today.

Regardless of your political leanings, interpretation of cause, or assignment of blame, the cowardly acts of that day were despicable. May their be a special place in Hell for those involved with the planning and carrying out of those acts.

Thursday, September 10, 2009

1 week vacation? What else do you offer?

A recent analysis of FTI employee benefits relates to an incident I share here.  The CRAP (Central Research, Analysis, and Policy) vehicle suffered another small breakdown  recently that it is beginning to make me think that I should perhaps turn over the responsibilities of the Institute Motorpool to a professional fleet management company. 

Starting with a repeated clicking sound when the key is turned over, it was determined that a new battery might well be in order.  Of course, the friendly mechanic was quick to offer up the 7 year battery life, $125 cost option, as being the most practical for the situation at hand.  I reminded him that as Executive Director and Founder of the Flatline Thinking Insititute, I have had advanced training and practice in critical thinking that better reflected our mission and issued  an immediate veto of his suggestion.   As a result, we opted for the minimum 5 year, $75 cost,  alternative battery  for the CRAP vehicle. 

We were thinking about offering the services of a fleet management  company  as an added perk to the staff at the FTI.  Unfortunately, a large number of our associates would not be able to take advantage of this benefit due to stunted cognitive and reasoning abilities preventing them to drive most types of vehicles in the first place.  After exhaustive independent analysis and breakout sessions with our staff, we have now focused our energies on finding a company that specializes in high risk insurance policies.  I'm sure we would qualify for a group discount.

No wonder the landscapers are all overweight

Our recent summer picnic,  alluded to so often in earlier posts, was a definite success.  The staff has shown a new sense of vigor,  enthusiasm, and re-committment to the type of thinking which the FTI has become famous for.

One of the staff favorites events of the picnic include the "Employee Talent" display.  This is where our team members can "strut their stuff" in front of their peers.  A significant number of entries were submitted and judged.  Though mostly odd, peculiar, and different,  they were interesting  to say the least; we hope to have a couple of examples to you by the weekend (Our legal team is currently analyzing the photos to insure that no intellectual property may be mistakenly lost). 

In the meantime, here is a shot of  Eric, our landscaping manager, demonstrating his winning entry in the "Food Preparation/Gardening" category.  We are proud to sponsor this type of achievement and already have contacted the US Patent Office to secure the legal rights to this device.

Wednesday, September 9, 2009

One word. Duh.

What's that saying? You could have knocked me over with a feather?

Do you not know who I am?



A recent federal mandate to verify US citizenship resulted in select FTI personnel (me) being required to produce evidence of US citizenship. Apparently my library card, 3 various casino Player's Clubs Cards, nor my Roundtable Pizza "Buy 5 Lunch Buffets and the 6th is on Us" membership card would satisfy the regulatory thugs demanding proper identification. Federal laws dictates that failure to produce the necessary ID would have caused my immediate termination from the FTI, though I don't know if I could have fired myself as I am the sole executive member. Regardless, I did finally show them my passport which seemed to make everything OK and allow the Institute to get back to our normal business.

As a result of this exercise, it has been decided to issue all of our staff ID badges for ease of identification. I have included mine here for your review. During our upcoming Institute open house, please feel free to ask any personnel you encounter for their proper identification. We wouldn't want to be confused for those knuckleheads working for the cable company.

Monday, September 7, 2009

Problem solved. Our ingenuity knows no limits

Per our earlier post today, it was discovered that readers have been having difficulty in leaving comments under the respective posts. Notified of this difficulty, our IT team sprung into immediate action.

After marathon phone consultations with support people from Oracle, Sun Systems, and Microsoft, we were no closer to solving the problem. At 4 pm local time, the IT guys announced as they were not being paid for Holiday differential, the problem would have to wait until tomorrow.

In the meantime, one of our maintenance guys cleaning the leftover goat hair in the Institute recreation pool following the Finance department's "team bonding" exercise from yesterday, volunteered to help. Using a toilet brush, piece of coathanger, and a dried urinal disinfectant cake, he was able to "short" our system to a point where all comments are now visible. One simply has to click on the "comments" tab, write the comments, sign as an anonymous (or which ever identity you choose)signature, validate the code in the box, and send. It's that simple.

We are accepting applications for qualified IT personnel. Ability to run pool skimmer helpful.

Please standby as we are experiencing technical difficulties


Comments arising after 2 congratulatory birthday phone wishes today indicate there are difficulties of readers to post their own Flatline thoughts in the "Comments" section of our various posts. Rest assured that our highly paid (and to date, equally inept) IT department is working on this matter as we speak.

(Confidentially, management's faith in getting this solved quickly is weak as this is the same bunch of guys who rigged up the boom box for our recent summer picnic.)

No truer words were ever spoken

Today is my Birthday. I don't feel one bit older, wiser, or different. It's just another day. Unfortunately, however, it's when you begin to realize that you have amassed so many of these types of day that the reality sets in: most of my friends and family are a bunch of smart-asses.

I have received various birthday cards to mark my personal event. If I am ever replaced as director here at FTI ( though I couldn't image it as I am the only executive member of the organization), I would like to try my hand at writing for the greeting card industry. These people take the truth and make it into a humorous thought that is short and direct to the point. Case in point:

If a man, standing in a forest says something, and his wife isn't there to correct him...Is he still wrong? Absolutely!
Mrs. Kfred has informed me that the subject is closed.

Sunday, September 6, 2009

And how is everything here?

Mrs. Kfred and I went to dinner last night at our local Red Lobster. We hadn't gone out to "dinner" in a while and though Red Lobster isn't actually anything special, I had a craving for those cheesy garlic biscuits they serve and went to get some.

After being assured by the hostess that my server would act as my seafood "expert", we were greeted by a nice lady whom explained the menu and took our order for 2 glasses of Fat Tire Ale. 10 minutes later, I assume our 2 Fat Tires suffered a blowout as I spot them on a tray at another table waiting for some rescue as she is taking the order of a 6 person table. We eventually get the beer, place our dinner order, and wait. 5 minutes later our salads arrive with a basket of 2 of those desirable biscuits. Two. As we were both hungry, we ate the great salads and one biscuit apiece in no time at all. In the meantime, Melissa, our expert is MIA. I assume she is attending a seafood conference to burnish her credentials as she is nowhere to be found. A different person arrives with our meals and leaves before I can make a request for more biscuits. We start eating the entrees and about halfway through our meal, I notice that I didn't have a glass of water. About that same time, Melissa shows up and happens to ask if I would like some water. I indicate that I would and would also like some more biscuits. She replied, " You must have been reading my mind as I was just going to ask you that". I immediately get a huge class of ice water and a straw, but no biscuits. Though Melissa must be related to Kreskin with her telepathic ability, her family lineage must also trace the bloodlines of the Hoffa family as the biscuits obviously are in the same place as cousin Jimmy: location unknown.

In re-reading this post, I don't want to appear grumpy or grouchy. I don't know what the problem was. There appeared to be enough staff in the restaurant. Melissa actually was very pleasant and seemed knowledgable. The food was good. I just know that I spent $45 on an experience that neither of us felt was worth it. Oh, and to answer the original question? Fair.

Thursday, September 3, 2009

Maybe, Jerry can make him one of his kids

I had lunch yesterday with one of our inspirational affiliates, Dickey the Peap. Dickey has indirectly contributed to some of the thinking here at Flatline, but unfortunately, has suffered for years from “alligator arm syndrome”, a paralyzing disability that prevents him from willingly to reach for the check in social settings. This disability, however, in no way prevents him from providing subject materials that can be more fully explored here. It is sad, though, to realize a close friend is slowly gaining weight at other’s expense.

He has been able to successfully hide the embarrassment of this debilitating disease by various methods of deception and concealment. Among some of his methods of compensation include the statement, “I don’t remember, but, I think it’s your turn to buy” and “Remember when you said, "Next time, it’s my treat." Well, this is that next time.” Furthering research indicates this disease can be beat by paying more often, however, this case is one of the most severe that the research staff has ever encountered. We have sadly accepted the diagnosis that he will never get better, but, will continue to exist at his present level of functioning.


Like one of our other affiliates, Rat Bastard G, Dickey is an inspiration to all that know him and doesn’t allow this dreaded disease to stop him from engaging in any eating or drinking activity, whatsoever. We are proud to count him as a contributing colleague that also meets our diversity goal of inclusion of handicapped individuals on the FTI team of thinkers.

Wednesday, September 2, 2009

Gettin' a little bit big for your britches aren't you?

And exactly which major news outlet pointed out that the Michael Jackson tape was a hoax? CNN? Nope. MSNBC? uh-huh. FOX News? Puh-lease. The correct answer would be the hard working, sound thinking, investigative team here at the FTI. Oh, and check the date on our post. That would be August 28, 4 days prior.

Yesterday, the story broke about this being an intentional test of the gullibility of people via the internet. We knew it all along. Never mind the fact that we thought it was Gary Coleman in the video. We admit our error. Everyone can plainly see it is actually Donny Osmond.

Tuesday, September 1, 2009

Where's Waldo? Mary?

Say it isn't so! We have safeguards in place to guard against this kind of deception! How could we have been taken? We pay our guys to investigate, study, and confirm this information before we post it and then this breaks. We WILL be having employment opportunities available very shortly. I guarantee it!!

A contract affiliate of the FTI located 500 miles away from the FTI Compound noted that our posting 2 days ago about Mary Steadman was interesting as she apparently lived in a nearby town. He indicated an interest to further interview her for a follow-up profile by us, and wanted authorization for expenses. This remark piqued our interest as I remember distinctly that Mary actually live in the same town as I and I suggested perhaps our affiliate should restart his medication routine. Regardless, we denied expense authorization as we think this may be a ruse to bolt from his obligation with us and go on his own to attempt to increase his income versus the modest stipend afforded him via the FTI.

After investigating a little deeper, it has been determined that Mary lives (are you sitting down?) everywhere! That's right, Mary lives close to you and makes $5000-7000 per month from home doing nothing! To prove and illuminate this fact, we would like to conduct a little experiment with your help. It's simple: We are asking our readers to help determine which places on the planet Mary lives. Here's what you do: Click on this original link that actually proves that Mary is nothing more than a digital transient. The article begins with "For Mary Steadman, who lives in ....." Note her town and state where she is purported to live. Come back to this post and enter her hometown and state in the "comments" section at the bottom of this post. You can comment if you wish, but, we just want to see all of the places on the earth where Mary works. Ask your friends and other members of your social networks to participate in this little exercise. It's such a good deal, I'm sure she wouldn't mind a little company.