A former Software Engineer, Reed Hastings is now Netflix’s CEO.

He has recently started his own blog and I particularly liked this post about coffee mugs.

Coffe Mugs

Rationalists are a minority (15-20%) in this country. But that doesn’t mean we’re the crazy ones.

The majority used to believe the world is flat.
The majority used to believe in slavery.
The majority still believe in some sort of religious shit, but that will eventually change. I just hope it changes while I’m still alive.

I love stories like this. So many times, I’ve been wronged by large companies.
Luckily, none of my losses were more than a few hundred dollars.

This guy got a shitty product from LOWES and refused to pay for it! Good for him!
Then Lowes decided to send his bill to a collection agency.

This guy gets pissed (as he should), and sets up a website LOWES SUCKS.

Guess what? Fucking Lowes sends him a letter for trademark violation. Fucking assholes. Fucking lawyers.

Support this site. If for anything, this site is a great reference on what your rights are and what you can do (and should do), case Lowes or Home Depot or any of the companies that refuses to take responsibility for using contractors fucks you up.

I’ve been reading the God Delusion by Richard Dawkins for a couple months now (still at chapter 2).

But after watching this video about how delusional atheists are…

I think I might just ignore logic and reason and take up on blind faith and become a Christian. Maybe not…. Christians are quite anal… Everything fun is a fucking sin… Maybe another religion… I might become a Pastafarian. They seem cool.

Too bad this logic applies mostly to professional athletes.

Kirilenko’s Wife Lets Him Sleep With Other Women; Other Women Say, “Uh, Thanks, But No Thanks”

I loved when she said:

If I tell my child, ‘No pizza, no pizza, no pizza,’ what does he want more than anything? Pizza.

From the Times Online: 

Young Muslims begin dangerous fight for the right to abandon faith

As far as I consider, anyone that puts “Faith” above “Reason” is a wackadoo.

But a Religion where it’s dangerous to abandon the faith, deserves high wacky honors in my list. If you give up Christianity, they might hate you, think you’re the devil and even throw rocks at you, but for the most part, they won’t kill you (unless they decide to form Crusades again).

There are a lot of sucky jobs out there, like:

• working in a medical lab collecting urine the whole day
• working as a housekeeper in a nude resort
• working in a morgue in the graveyard shift
• working as a customer service rep for a sucky product

Or these 10 according to ABC News:

• Whale-Feces Researcher
• Forensic Entomologist
• Gravity Research Subject
• Microsoft Security Grunt
• Coursework Carcass Preparer
• Garbologist
• Elephant Vasectomist
• Oceanographer
• Hazmat Driver

But I think the worst job ever, hands down, is being that undercover cop that arrested Senator Craig recently in a public bathroom. I had originally thought that the cop was there simply taking a dump when Senator Craig tried to dry hump him (allegedly), but a friend of mine told me that it wasn’t an accident. The cop was there undercover arresting gay pervs in public restrooms.

How sucky is that job? Spending your whole day in a bathroom stall in a public restroom waiting for some homo to play footsies with you?

It’s fact. Not all babies are cute.

So why is it that we always say “Ohhhh.. He/She’s so cute” when we see a baby, even if he looks like a baby iguana?

I gotta admit that as much a straight shooter that I am, I often find myself saying that a baby is cute even if the baby looks like my left testicle.

Why is that? Is it reflex or are we consciously straight up lying?

I guess we could say it’s nature’s fault. Same way as a knee jerk reaction, maybe we’re genetically programmed to say that all babies are cute.

But that wouldn’t be true, would it? Everytime I would call an ugly baby cute, I could hear the cute words coming out of my mouth, but in the back of my head, I would know that the baby could easily be considered Chupacabra’s spawn.

So there you have it. We might have reasons for doing it.

Maybe we’re just being polite. Like asking “How are you doing?”, but praying that the person would simply say “Fine.” and not elaborate. 

Maybe we’re just too chicken to say it.

Or maybe we’re afraid to be honest, because others might be too and ask whether my wife would be having sex with an anteater on the side.

Luckily, I’m a great baby maker. My kids are gorgeous, so I don’t have to worry about that problem.