Or at least, the saying SAYS it is... C'mon, though. Let's have a fight, you armed by a pen and me with a sword... Who's REALLY gonna bet on the pen now?
Anyway, for those of you who know me even vaguely, you should know that I aspire to be a world-famous author... Not to be famous, not for the money, but for the love of writing, of sharing my ideas with the world. See, the world famous part isn't [again] for the fame or money, but merely because the more popular I [or rather, my writing] is, the more people know of my writing and thus, the more it spreads.
I've written one book [well, manuscript] already in my life... Corruption is my first child in the literature world, a story about Vampires, Werewolves, Witches and a few of my own creations; Guardians and Hunters as they all try to run in the circles of their own politics, twisted sense of morality and the worst of all reasons; Who owes who what favors. My avatar character, Alexander is the main character. Born centuries ago, the second creature ever to be turned into a Vampire by the Father Vampire [the original Vampire, the SOURCE of all Vampires] Tyrale Corren, Alexander Stinda is an assassin for hire in the supernatural world.
But that isn't the limit to my creations... Vampires and Werewolves are probably my favorite topic, but I think my grand masterpiece is Kranin. What is Kranin? A world. My world. Following in the footsteps of people like Tolkien and Pratchett, I've been working on the history of an entire world that I created as a setting for many of my fantasy stories. Unlike Corruption, which is a modern genre, Kranin is purely old-world sword-and-sorcery style Lord-of-the-Rings-eat-your-heart-out genre. This is the stuff I get high off of... No one really understands my love for these kinds of stories. If I could go back in time to this period... I would.
Anyway, I come up with a lot of different kind of story ideas, I think I'm somewhere in the 30's. Corruption itself is part of a 5 book series called the Blood War series. After the fifth book, I plan on having smaller post-Blood War series books where the main characters in the BW series are more like legends and I can introduce a lot of newer, different characters in a brand new set-up, as the Blood War [the name of the series and a war IN the series... Get it?] changes the face of the world greatly. Once it's over.
Kranin is a never-ending story in itself. Though, I'm constantly changing details until things match or mix. Imagine that... Changing history with the stroke of a key. Ha. Another personal goal... I've become God.
Think on THAT philosophy... And tremble.
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
I put some new shoes on...
And suddenly, everything is right! WOO!
No, really. That song is stuck in my head so badly... For some reason, ever since I bought a new pair of sneakers after my last pair started to fall apart, the song's stuck. DAMN SONG!
For reference to those peons out there unaware of what song I'm talking about:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Isgm9wLzkww
It's a catchy tune. It's one of those songs/artists I really don't like that much, but this one song of this one artist just sticks with me... Kinda weird. Unfortunately, the song doesn't ring true; My new shoes did not make everything "bright" or "right". Not that anything in particular is "wrong" today, but I guess the long day just got to me.
Some happy news is that I'm getting a new phone very soon. Bunny's going to be on my phone plan and buy a new phone, using my upgrade. I would have used it, but it doesn't really do much for me, considering the fact that I'm getting my iPhone. God, it's exciting!
If you think about this next month, I'm coming into a touch of money. $640 or so from the government for my federal taxes. $260 this Friday from cleaning at work. $308 from an extra paycheck, since there's an extra Friday in this month for me to get paid on. Add it all up and that's about $1,200 EXTRA this month! Wow, I was thinking $1,000 before I really thought it out... Nice!
Hmm. Maybe another couple hundred will go to completing my fantasy 360 set up. I still need my wireless adapter, months of subscriptions and a few thousand MS Points to download some specific stuff. I think I have a headset somewhere, so I don't need that... Got the rechargeable batteries and the charge station that DOESN'T SUCK. What more do you need? What more... Do ya need?
Technically, though... The only thing you NEED in life... Is to die.
Think on THAT philosophy, if you dare.
No, really. That song is stuck in my head so badly... For some reason, ever since I bought a new pair of sneakers after my last pair started to fall apart, the song's stuck. DAMN SONG!
For reference to those peons out there unaware of what song I'm talking about:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Isgm9wLzkww
It's a catchy tune. It's one of those songs/artists I really don't like that much, but this one song of this one artist just sticks with me... Kinda weird. Unfortunately, the song doesn't ring true; My new shoes did not make everything "bright" or "right". Not that anything in particular is "wrong" today, but I guess the long day just got to me.
Some happy news is that I'm getting a new phone very soon. Bunny's going to be on my phone plan and buy a new phone, using my upgrade. I would have used it, but it doesn't really do much for me, considering the fact that I'm getting my iPhone. God, it's exciting!
If you think about this next month, I'm coming into a touch of money. $640 or so from the government for my federal taxes. $260 this Friday from cleaning at work. $308 from an extra paycheck, since there's an extra Friday in this month for me to get paid on. Add it all up and that's about $1,200 EXTRA this month! Wow, I was thinking $1,000 before I really thought it out... Nice!
Hmm. Maybe another couple hundred will go to completing my fantasy 360 set up. I still need my wireless adapter, months of subscriptions and a few thousand MS Points to download some specific stuff. I think I have a headset somewhere, so I don't need that... Got the rechargeable batteries and the charge station that DOESN'T SUCK. What more do you need? What more... Do ya need?
Technically, though... The only thing you NEED in life... Is to die.
Think on THAT philosophy, if you dare.
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
What would Caeser do?
Yeah, unique title, isn't it? But the idea kinda seems the same. After all, Caeser was pretty much stabbed in the back by his peers, too.
Alright, let me set up the field for you. I [formerly] spent a lot of time on a forum that was centered around both technical support and a computer game, Warcraft 3. I won't say the name of the site or any of it's members for a few reasons [the biggest among them is "why the bloody hell would I help them by putting another link up for them after they all acted like immature children?"] I originally signed up back in 2005, sometime in February. That means for over 4 years, I've been a member of this community. I've been a trouble-maker to the point where they banned me, and more recently, I was a moderator and later an Administrator.
And the other day, I just resigned.
Why? Well, it started with something small that I wasn't ready to resign over. We have this one member that had been there for a long time... Only a few months after me did he sign up. And, well... He wanted to be a moderator for the longest time. There's nothing wrong with that, it's something for a young kid to aspire to in a community... But he wasn't really "mature" and had never rubbed any of the staff the right way. It didn't help that he flat out asked to become a moderator over maybe a dozen times.
Lately, he had been talking to the owner of the site through Facebook. Again, all well and good. But then the other day, the owner comes onto the private forums and flat out tells anyone and everyone who doesn't like it to kiss is butt, but this kid who the staff has PURPOSELY been kept out of the staff is now a super moderator, a step below an Administrator. Now, this alone isn't really worth leaving over. Staff members have come on and left after months, maybe even years. Members who'd been there older than me and were staff had left. It happens.
But when I ask a genuine question, litterally quoted word by word as "What inspired this?" and get a reply that's worded to sound like "FUCK YOU, I DO WHAT I WANT!" I'm not happy. I believe a lot in respect. When people don't respect me, those people are typically shown how much I do care about being respected. That, that kind of response? That is not respectful. And one of the other age-old Administrators saw the same thing.
So he left. Keep in mind, I'm an Administrator and I do a lot with helping other staff with decisions, I ban people, I try to improve the site, etc. etc. This Administrator in question maintained the server and website every single day, to my knowledge. When something went wrong with it, no one but this ONE MAN fixed it and even if he did get help from someone, he was still the driving force behind the site's maintenance. Enough of a driving force that, when he left, they kinda scrambled to fill his spot. Both people now doing so, while good people and good at what they do, even admit they're not as sure as they could be they can do as good a job as our departed Administrator.
A few threads were created to announce his leaving, as he announced it in an Administrator forum. The next notch in my "leaving" list of reasons was when a few people decided it was appropriate to start talking a bit of trash about this person, who was not only a huge part of the forum, but kind of a mentor to me in how I operated with the people at the sight. In my opinion, he taught me a lot about restraining my quick temper, handling people who judge me and just generally how to be a more professional person in the forum and in life.
Now people are saying the man's got an ego? Arrogant? Please. The guy was a volunteer for the kind of work people get PAID decent sums of money for. We have a guy at my place of business who does less work than this guy and works on a better salary than I do. But because he says things other people won't or don't like, he's now egotistical and arrogant. I can't wait to see what they say about me behind my back, especially considering that I was a bit more blunt than he was about what I thought and how I felt. I even told them that. I got one reply. Everyone else seemed to keep their mouths shut on that topic.
But that wasn't even the final straw... Just close.
The final straw was when the guy who was sucking the owner's rear end, the new super moderator decided to say something sexual in content and extremely disrespectful to my girlfriend on the forum's chat. I was so furious, I almost didn't know what to do. My first impluse when something like that happens is corrective action, so far I actually almost banned him for a day or two. Except, there's one problem. He's the owner's buddy. I couldn't do jack-shit to this kid that wouldn't be revoked or turned around back at me. So I was supposed to sit there and take this kind of disrespect? Not even disrespect to be, but my girlfriend? And I was the one who brought this girl to the forum... Is this what I brought her for? For people who an "in" with the "boss" to get to do what they want?
No. I think not. So, I posted in the Administrator forum that I resigned. I explained why and I wasn't exactly nice about it. It's crap and I know it's crap. The super moderator tries to make amends, but I just blocked him on IM, took him off my Myspace and Facebook. I'm done with bullshit like that. There is no room in my life for a place that's run like that or people who operate themselves like that.
Today, I get to work early this moring, early for my shift like usual... Decide to see if anyone's even said anything about me or if I was unnoticed in the shadow of the other Administrator. And I notice something...
I'm not an Administrator. They actually demoted me. That was the last straw. The big one. Good bye to that community. Good riddance.
I know a lot of those members come here. I know they read these posts everyday. For those of you who don't know what happened, now you know. And knowing, after all... Is half the battle.
Think on THAT philosophy. If you can.
Alright, let me set up the field for you. I [formerly] spent a lot of time on a forum that was centered around both technical support and a computer game, Warcraft 3. I won't say the name of the site or any of it's members for a few reasons [the biggest among them is "why the bloody hell would I help them by putting another link up for them after they all acted like immature children?"] I originally signed up back in 2005, sometime in February. That means for over 4 years, I've been a member of this community. I've been a trouble-maker to the point where they banned me, and more recently, I was a moderator and later an Administrator.
And the other day, I just resigned.
Why? Well, it started with something small that I wasn't ready to resign over. We have this one member that had been there for a long time... Only a few months after me did he sign up. And, well... He wanted to be a moderator for the longest time. There's nothing wrong with that, it's something for a young kid to aspire to in a community... But he wasn't really "mature" and had never rubbed any of the staff the right way. It didn't help that he flat out asked to become a moderator over maybe a dozen times.
Lately, he had been talking to the owner of the site through Facebook. Again, all well and good. But then the other day, the owner comes onto the private forums and flat out tells anyone and everyone who doesn't like it to kiss is butt, but this kid who the staff has PURPOSELY been kept out of the staff is now a super moderator, a step below an Administrator. Now, this alone isn't really worth leaving over. Staff members have come on and left after months, maybe even years. Members who'd been there older than me and were staff had left. It happens.
But when I ask a genuine question, litterally quoted word by word as "What inspired this?" and get a reply that's worded to sound like "FUCK YOU, I DO WHAT I WANT!" I'm not happy. I believe a lot in respect. When people don't respect me, those people are typically shown how much I do care about being respected. That, that kind of response? That is not respectful. And one of the other age-old Administrators saw the same thing.
So he left. Keep in mind, I'm an Administrator and I do a lot with helping other staff with decisions, I ban people, I try to improve the site, etc. etc. This Administrator in question maintained the server and website every single day, to my knowledge. When something went wrong with it, no one but this ONE MAN fixed it and even if he did get help from someone, he was still the driving force behind the site's maintenance. Enough of a driving force that, when he left, they kinda scrambled to fill his spot. Both people now doing so, while good people and good at what they do, even admit they're not as sure as they could be they can do as good a job as our departed Administrator.
A few threads were created to announce his leaving, as he announced it in an Administrator forum. The next notch in my "leaving" list of reasons was when a few people decided it was appropriate to start talking a bit of trash about this person, who was not only a huge part of the forum, but kind of a mentor to me in how I operated with the people at the sight. In my opinion, he taught me a lot about restraining my quick temper, handling people who judge me and just generally how to be a more professional person in the forum and in life.
Now people are saying the man's got an ego? Arrogant? Please. The guy was a volunteer for the kind of work people get PAID decent sums of money for. We have a guy at my place of business who does less work than this guy and works on a better salary than I do. But because he says things other people won't or don't like, he's now egotistical and arrogant. I can't wait to see what they say about me behind my back, especially considering that I was a bit more blunt than he was about what I thought and how I felt. I even told them that. I got one reply. Everyone else seemed to keep their mouths shut on that topic.
But that wasn't even the final straw... Just close.
The final straw was when the guy who was sucking the owner's rear end, the new super moderator decided to say something sexual in content and extremely disrespectful to my girlfriend on the forum's chat. I was so furious, I almost didn't know what to do. My first impluse when something like that happens is corrective action, so far I actually almost banned him for a day or two. Except, there's one problem. He's the owner's buddy. I couldn't do jack-shit to this kid that wouldn't be revoked or turned around back at me. So I was supposed to sit there and take this kind of disrespect? Not even disrespect to be, but my girlfriend? And I was the one who brought this girl to the forum... Is this what I brought her for? For people who an "in" with the "boss" to get to do what they want?
No. I think not. So, I posted in the Administrator forum that I resigned. I explained why and I wasn't exactly nice about it. It's crap and I know it's crap. The super moderator tries to make amends, but I just blocked him on IM, took him off my Myspace and Facebook. I'm done with bullshit like that. There is no room in my life for a place that's run like that or people who operate themselves like that.
Today, I get to work early this moring, early for my shift like usual... Decide to see if anyone's even said anything about me or if I was unnoticed in the shadow of the other Administrator. And I notice something...
I'm not an Administrator. They actually demoted me. That was the last straw. The big one. Good bye to that community. Good riddance.
I know a lot of those members come here. I know they read these posts everyday. For those of you who don't know what happened, now you know. And knowing, after all... Is half the battle.
Think on THAT philosophy. If you can.
Monday, April 27, 2009
Best. Weekend. Ever.
Yeeeah, it was. So last Wednesday was me and Bunny's one year anniversary. I never get Wednesdays off, because I work Monday to Friday. Bunny could have gotten off [actually, she typically has off on Wednesdays lately] but what good is celebrating for the half a day after I get out of work? Instead, she took this past weekend off and for awhile, I was racking my brain for something good to do with her, something to make it special. Me and some of the other guys at work were talking about weekend plans and they mentioned something that was pure. Genius.
Beach.
Bunny would live on the beach if she could. She's a beach girl at heart, me thinks. So naturally, when I told her I was trying to get our entire mini-family of friends to come with us down to Wildwood, the butt of New Jersey, and a damn nice beach with an awesome boardwalk.
She hopped. Oooh, did the Bunny hop.
It was pretty awesome. We didn't get all 7 of our friends like we wanted, as one couple couldn't make it [school work, college level] But the five of us got a really nice hotel room for about $170, which isn't bad for 5 people! That's about $35 each, plus tax.
So, K [one of the friends] got out of work at 7 p.m., we pick her and Jay [her boyfriend] up around 7:30 p.m. and get our other friend [who is really... REALLY gay!] Ray from his place and start on the two bloody hour drive down there. Around 10 p.m., we get there and check in, and after the "new toy" feel of the hotel room wore off, we hit the boardwalk for a good hour and a half, two hours. Finally getting tired, we went back to the room, fell asleep and woke up nice and early at 9 a.m. to pack up before 10 a.m. [check-out time]
We hit the boardwalk and the beach and did something really kinda cool. Ever seen booths for those "old-time photos"? We did a few of those, dressed with the guys as gangsters and the girls as show girls. It was a good laugh and the photos printed out beautifully. There's one photo of the entire group, shooting each other and bashing one another with alcohol bottles, and a few good pictures of K and Jay, and me and Bunny doing silly poses and smiling. We got ours framed, in a really nice frame and Bunny's ga-ga over this thing. Pictures? Maybe.
Anyway, the weekend ended with stopping by the father-in-laws [no, I'm not married. Confused? Good!] and he grilled us some food. It was fun and we got to see the sunset on his boat. We finally got home around midnight, with [in my opinion] all of us very satisified with the weekend. It's trips like these that really make you relax and when it's with someone you love, you really appreciate your time with them. I don't think I could have made the trip with anyone better than this girl.
After all... Why would I want to try?
Think on THAT philosophy. If you can.
Best. Weekend. Ever.
Beach.
Bunny would live on the beach if she could. She's a beach girl at heart, me thinks. So naturally, when I told her I was trying to get our entire mini-family of friends to come with us down to Wildwood, the butt of New Jersey, and a damn nice beach with an awesome boardwalk.
She hopped. Oooh, did the Bunny hop.
It was pretty awesome. We didn't get all 7 of our friends like we wanted, as one couple couldn't make it [school work, college level] But the five of us got a really nice hotel room for about $170, which isn't bad for 5 people! That's about $35 each, plus tax.
So, K [one of the friends] got out of work at 7 p.m., we pick her and Jay [her boyfriend] up around 7:30 p.m. and get our other friend [who is really... REALLY gay!] Ray from his place and start on the two bloody hour drive down there. Around 10 p.m., we get there and check in, and after the "new toy" feel of the hotel room wore off, we hit the boardwalk for a good hour and a half, two hours. Finally getting tired, we went back to the room, fell asleep and woke up nice and early at 9 a.m. to pack up before 10 a.m. [check-out time]
We hit the boardwalk and the beach and did something really kinda cool. Ever seen booths for those "old-time photos"? We did a few of those, dressed with the guys as gangsters and the girls as show girls. It was a good laugh and the photos printed out beautifully. There's one photo of the entire group, shooting each other and bashing one another with alcohol bottles, and a few good pictures of K and Jay, and me and Bunny doing silly poses and smiling. We got ours framed, in a really nice frame and Bunny's ga-ga over this thing. Pictures? Maybe.
Anyway, the weekend ended with stopping by the father-in-laws [no, I'm not married. Confused? Good!] and he grilled us some food. It was fun and we got to see the sunset on his boat. We finally got home around midnight, with [in my opinion] all of us very satisified with the weekend. It's trips like these that really make you relax and when it's with someone you love, you really appreciate your time with them. I don't think I could have made the trip with anyone better than this girl.
After all... Why would I want to try?
Think on THAT philosophy. If you can.
Best. Weekend. Ever.
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Seth SMASH!
God, it's sad how much I love Marvel comics and movie. I own a whole batch of the Marvel movies, ranging from the cartoons to the live-action kind. I'm actually sitting here, watching the opening credits to the new Punisher: War Zone movie that Bunny and I rented [along with Bedtime Stories, which, by the way, was really good]
Truth be told, I'm kinda nervous about seeing this. The first Punisher had a different actor for the main guy and I'm always nervous when they change actors... Why do they do it? Especially when the first movie is so great? It's like saying "Hey, this was awesome! Now... How can we screw it up and expect better ratings and sales because we don't want to do things right?!" I mean, sometimes it's stupid stuff... Sometimes different producers take on the next one or something and thus, you get a different view of the situation. In the end, a different product.
I guess it's a good thing, perspective. Sometimes you see things from multiple angles and sometimes it gives you new ideas or thoughts on the matter that maybe you hadn't thought of before. Gives you a greater insight, right?
But it doesn't always work that smoothly. I'm sitting here, trying to think of a different perspective to a situation that's giving me a bit of trouble. Friend A is having a birthday party at a club. I don't do clubs. I've never done clubs. To the best of my knowledge, ALL of my friends know I don't do well in big crowds of people, even if I know each and every single one of them. I get nervous, I start looking over my shoulder constantly, trying to watch what everyone is doing behind my back. I have trust issues.
Anyway, so I tell Friend A and suddenly, he's acting annoyed while Friend B "mysteriously" texts me if I'm going. I tell her probably not and she basically grinds my butt for about 20 minutes, drilling the idea of "You should go" into my head... For a number of different reasons, too.
1) It's Friend A's birthday and he wants me to.
2) Bunny may want to go.
3) Try something new.
My response:
A) We already did Friend A's birthday thing with him. We celebrated it, Bunny even cooked him dinner and we all got drunk [and half naked!]
B) Bunny can do whatever the Hell she wants to do. She doesn't need me to go, just so she can go to some party. She can go without me.
C) Fuck that.
Another "reason" Friend B gave? To keep her boyfriend, who also kinda doesn't like the club scene, company.
... The Hell? I barely know this kid. And no offense to anyone, but I really wouldn't care if he was kept company or not. Can you blame me? Really? It's like saying your friend of a friend of a friend needs you to do them a favor. The HELL would you care what they want or need? They're not YOUR friend, you only know them through a friend-connection. Friend of a friend connections are basically worthless.
Look, I like my friends. They're the family I chose and now I can't get rid of them and all that jazz... But c'mon. Sometimes things simply aren't up my alley and I'm not always welcomed to walking down alleys I'm not familiar with. Yes, I just used "alley" figuratively in two very different manners.
So that's my rant. I go from super heroes in spandex to how my friends annoy me.
Think on THAT philosophy, why don't ya?
Truth be told, I'm kinda nervous about seeing this. The first Punisher had a different actor for the main guy and I'm always nervous when they change actors... Why do they do it? Especially when the first movie is so great? It's like saying "Hey, this was awesome! Now... How can we screw it up and expect better ratings and sales because we don't want to do things right?!" I mean, sometimes it's stupid stuff... Sometimes different producers take on the next one or something and thus, you get a different view of the situation. In the end, a different product.
I guess it's a good thing, perspective. Sometimes you see things from multiple angles and sometimes it gives you new ideas or thoughts on the matter that maybe you hadn't thought of before. Gives you a greater insight, right?
But it doesn't always work that smoothly. I'm sitting here, trying to think of a different perspective to a situation that's giving me a bit of trouble. Friend A is having a birthday party at a club. I don't do clubs. I've never done clubs. To the best of my knowledge, ALL of my friends know I don't do well in big crowds of people, even if I know each and every single one of them. I get nervous, I start looking over my shoulder constantly, trying to watch what everyone is doing behind my back. I have trust issues.
Anyway, so I tell Friend A and suddenly, he's acting annoyed while Friend B "mysteriously" texts me if I'm going. I tell her probably not and she basically grinds my butt for about 20 minutes, drilling the idea of "You should go" into my head... For a number of different reasons, too.
1) It's Friend A's birthday and he wants me to.
2) Bunny may want to go.
3) Try something new.
My response:
A) We already did Friend A's birthday thing with him. We celebrated it, Bunny even cooked him dinner and we all got drunk [and half naked!]
B) Bunny can do whatever the Hell she wants to do. She doesn't need me to go, just so she can go to some party. She can go without me.
C) Fuck that.
Another "reason" Friend B gave? To keep her boyfriend, who also kinda doesn't like the club scene, company.
... The Hell? I barely know this kid. And no offense to anyone, but I really wouldn't care if he was kept company or not. Can you blame me? Really? It's like saying your friend of a friend of a friend needs you to do them a favor. The HELL would you care what they want or need? They're not YOUR friend, you only know them through a friend-connection. Friend of a friend connections are basically worthless.
Look, I like my friends. They're the family I chose and now I can't get rid of them and all that jazz... But c'mon. Sometimes things simply aren't up my alley and I'm not always welcomed to walking down alleys I'm not familiar with. Yes, I just used "alley" figuratively in two very different manners.
So that's my rant. I go from super heroes in spandex to how my friends annoy me.
Think on THAT philosophy, why don't ya?
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
STOP SHOUTING AT ME!
Or rather, start shouting at me. See over there? ->
Shoutbox. Enjoy.
Damn you porno posting bastards. Don't think I won't find you.
I'll find you. OOOH, will I find you!
Shoutbox. Enjoy.
Damn you porno posting bastards. Don't think I won't find you.
I'll find you. OOOH, will I find you!
Who writes this crap?!
It's an age old problem. Regardless of how far we advance, it seems to always become an apparent issue. It's worldwide, an epidemic really.
Crappy. Writing.
Okay, so it wasn't that serious. Shut up. It's serious enough to me to want to bitch about it. Everything we do for entertainment, be it watching movies, listening to music or, the obvious, reading a book... It all has something to do with writing. Hell, even as you speak, your mind is writing the words you're going to say. And in turn, crappy writing creates crappy movies, crappy music, crappy books and I guess... Crappy conversations. Or at least, crappy conversationalists.
I don't know why it's bugging me so much. I love movies and music. I constantly am either experiencing one or the other, trying to expand my collection of them both or thinking about one or the other [or both, in some sick twisted way] And lately? While there have definitely been a few good movies coming out, there hasn't been any good music coming out. Most of it is mainstream rap, which I can't stand because it's so "ghetto" and "gangsta" [homeslice!] or some boy band/pop singer which, while sometimes decent, is everywhere. I'm sorry but when I put the radio on, change the station five different times and somehow hear the SAME EXACT SONG, I tend to find that a bit overkill.
I think I blame it on today's kids. They're so obsessed with getting whatever they want, whenever they want it, there is no such thing as moderation. They over-do it, they get so much of something, they tire of it in minutes [if that] Hell, that may indeed be the birth of all these damn fads that are all over the place. Give it another month, kids won't even remember what "Twilight" was, despite that you can't walk into a bloody store without finding the movie's merchandise... EVERYWHERE!
When you think about it, though, kids aren't the only ones getting fed up with things. Isn't every one using more and more of everything? Gas, food, electricity... We're overusing the entire world and I bet it's going to be the death of us all. WOO, APOCALYPTIC RANTING!
Naw, I'm not going quite there yet. Yet, of course, being the keyword.
So, I'm sitting here watching T.V., and like any normal person, I'm watching cartoons [mmm, Nickelodeon, even. The creme de la creme of cartoons] and I'm watching this crap about powering down for a whole minute, the whole world over. Okay, I admit it... I did it. Turned my light and T.V. off and unplugged the laptop. But in the end, as my own sister even asked me, does it really even make a difference? If the entire world is constantly burning power, how much difference does one minute make?
Why not an hour? Wouldn't that help a lot more? But still, when you look at the grand scheme of things, an hour of lights out vers. hours upon hours of lights on... Doesn't seem to do a lot. It's like if you're a tyrannical national leader and one day you set a slave free after 365 days of killing a slave every 10 minutes.
Does it matter? I think not.
And think on that philosophy, why don't ya?
Crappy. Writing.
Okay, so it wasn't that serious. Shut up. It's serious enough to me to want to bitch about it. Everything we do for entertainment, be it watching movies, listening to music or, the obvious, reading a book... It all has something to do with writing. Hell, even as you speak, your mind is writing the words you're going to say. And in turn, crappy writing creates crappy movies, crappy music, crappy books and I guess... Crappy conversations. Or at least, crappy conversationalists.
I don't know why it's bugging me so much. I love movies and music. I constantly am either experiencing one or the other, trying to expand my collection of them both or thinking about one or the other [or both, in some sick twisted way] And lately? While there have definitely been a few good movies coming out, there hasn't been any good music coming out. Most of it is mainstream rap, which I can't stand because it's so "ghetto" and "gangsta" [homeslice!] or some boy band/pop singer which, while sometimes decent, is everywhere. I'm sorry but when I put the radio on, change the station five different times and somehow hear the SAME EXACT SONG, I tend to find that a bit overkill.
I think I blame it on today's kids. They're so obsessed with getting whatever they want, whenever they want it, there is no such thing as moderation. They over-do it, they get so much of something, they tire of it in minutes [if that] Hell, that may indeed be the birth of all these damn fads that are all over the place. Give it another month, kids won't even remember what "Twilight" was, despite that you can't walk into a bloody store without finding the movie's merchandise... EVERYWHERE!
When you think about it, though, kids aren't the only ones getting fed up with things. Isn't every one using more and more of everything? Gas, food, electricity... We're overusing the entire world and I bet it's going to be the death of us all. WOO, APOCALYPTIC RANTING!
Naw, I'm not going quite there yet. Yet, of course, being the keyword.
So, I'm sitting here watching T.V., and like any normal person, I'm watching cartoons [mmm, Nickelodeon, even. The creme de la creme of cartoons] and I'm watching this crap about powering down for a whole minute, the whole world over. Okay, I admit it... I did it. Turned my light and T.V. off and unplugged the laptop. But in the end, as my own sister even asked me, does it really even make a difference? If the entire world is constantly burning power, how much difference does one minute make?
Why not an hour? Wouldn't that help a lot more? But still, when you look at the grand scheme of things, an hour of lights out vers. hours upon hours of lights on... Doesn't seem to do a lot. It's like if you're a tyrannical national leader and one day you set a slave free after 365 days of killing a slave every 10 minutes.
Does it matter? I think not.
And think on that philosophy, why don't ya?
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Your Friendly Neighborhood Video Game Nerd?
Alright, so the post from just before [Silly Heathen!] is for yesterday. I think I've decided on a general "schedule" for this blogging thing... Monday-Friday. Weekends are drinking days and I'm afraid of what I would post up here, under the influence. God, am I afraid of that...
Anyway! Some of you [all... 5? of you readers out there] should notice something is... Not quite as it was before... Hmm. Strange. [Dr. Strange, that is! Sorry, couldn't resist... I love Marvel!]
The "new" thing is the "Headlines" part of the blog, look... It's right ->>>>>>> thattaway. Nifty, isn't it? I can put whatever kind of genre I want into it and it pulls up Google news articles ABOUT that genre. So, say... If I wanted to know more about "Porn"... I'd just type in "Porn" and BAM! Sexy news. Literally.
Now, there's a few genres so far... World, Technology, Crime, and War. If anyone thinks of a really good one [I swear to God, people, I hate each and every one of you already thinking of commenting the word "Porn" to this post. You suck.] just let me know in a comment.
So. I missed yesterday's post and barely posted over the weekend, BEFORE I decided on the schedule to not include weekends... Why, you ask?
Spiderman.
Yeah, that's right. Spiderman. Web of Shadows, to be precise... For the 360! Yo me gusta Spiderman! WOO! Now, I've been a huge fan of the Spiderman games since the first one. I think I really fell in love with them in the second one, though, when they HUGELY improved the web-swinging, which is every young web-head's dream [actually doing it, anyway]
The recent fad of these "open game, you can decide to be good or evil" games really struck gold with Spiderman WoS. You get multiple chances to choose between good [symbolized by the red and blue suit] and evil [symbolized by the black suit] and, naturally, I chose to be evil more often than not. It didn't seem to affect too much, except the cutscenes. In the end, I got all of the same allies [which you unlock as you come across famous Marvel characters... Vulture, Wolverine, Black Cat, etc. etc.] Oh, and of course it affected how your game ended. I was an evil son of a gun by then, so naturally I wanted to rip the teeth out of little kiddies after defeating Venom. I was surprised at the ending, though, it definitely wasn't what I was expecting... Which is awesome!
Now. All of the cool stuff aside, I need to load the game back up and look at the ending credits, find out who they hired for voice-acting Spiderman and personally hire an assassin. God. Awful. I hated every time the damn person spoke... It was nasally, it was annoying... It made me want to stab myself in the ear with a pen.
Overall, the game was great. If I had time [or motivation] I'd do a proper Pro/Con list and write a review... BUT! Hey... Hmm. I don't have a witty one-liner for this particular situation. And you know what? I'm not gonna bother sitting and trying to think of any, because let's face it. What are the bloody odds, now?!
Think on THAT philosophy, why don't ya?
Anyway! Some of you [all... 5? of you readers out there] should notice something is... Not quite as it was before... Hmm. Strange. [Dr. Strange, that is! Sorry, couldn't resist... I love Marvel!]
The "new" thing is the "Headlines" part of the blog, look... It's right ->>>>>>> thattaway. Nifty, isn't it? I can put whatever kind of genre I want into it and it pulls up Google news articles ABOUT that genre. So, say... If I wanted to know more about "Porn"... I'd just type in "Porn" and BAM! Sexy news. Literally.
Now, there's a few genres so far... World, Technology, Crime, and War. If anyone thinks of a really good one [I swear to God, people, I hate each and every one of you already thinking of commenting the word "Porn" to this post. You suck.] just let me know in a comment.
So. I missed yesterday's post and barely posted over the weekend, BEFORE I decided on the schedule to not include weekends... Why, you ask?
Spiderman.
Yeah, that's right. Spiderman. Web of Shadows, to be precise... For the 360! Yo me gusta Spiderman! WOO! Now, I've been a huge fan of the Spiderman games since the first one. I think I really fell in love with them in the second one, though, when they HUGELY improved the web-swinging, which is every young web-head's dream [actually doing it, anyway]
The recent fad of these "open game, you can decide to be good or evil" games really struck gold with Spiderman WoS. You get multiple chances to choose between good [symbolized by the red and blue suit] and evil [symbolized by the black suit] and, naturally, I chose to be evil more often than not. It didn't seem to affect too much, except the cutscenes. In the end, I got all of the same allies [which you unlock as you come across famous Marvel characters... Vulture, Wolverine, Black Cat, etc. etc.] Oh, and of course it affected how your game ended. I was an evil son of a gun by then, so naturally I wanted to rip the teeth out of little kiddies after defeating Venom. I was surprised at the ending, though, it definitely wasn't what I was expecting... Which is awesome!
Now. All of the cool stuff aside, I need to load the game back up and look at the ending credits, find out who they hired for voice-acting Spiderman and personally hire an assassin. God. Awful. I hated every time the damn person spoke... It was nasally, it was annoying... It made me want to stab myself in the ear with a pen.
Overall, the game was great. If I had time [or motivation] I'd do a proper Pro/Con list and write a review... BUT! Hey... Hmm. I don't have a witty one-liner for this particular situation. And you know what? I'm not gonna bother sitting and trying to think of any, because let's face it. What are the bloody odds, now?!
Think on THAT philosophy, why don't ya?
Silly Heathen. Have a seat on the crucifix, won't you?
Ah, I love religious topics. I typically love how people constantly try to debate back and forth who's religion is more believable. Because, you know, in today's society that is so desensitized to things like Hell, Satan, Demons, Magic and all the fun stuff life used to scare the piss out of us with, an omni-potent being [or beings, depending] is not, in the least, far fetched and possibly insane.
Right.
See, I'm not an atheist. I'm not an anythingeist. I'm me, Seth Cross. That's good enough for me. I know what I believe in and my form of what I believe happens to the human soul [and yes, I do believe we all have souls. Some just... Darker! [Like mine!]] after we die. I could go on a reel and rant and rave about how my religious views and thoughts make so much sense and are so much better than yours but in the end... Would ya care? Think about it.
A belief is a belief because it is.. WHAT YOU BELIEVE! With all those possibilities, beyond all the what-if's and "hey here's my proof why you're an idiot!" people, you still believe in this one thing. You don't question it because with all your heart and soul [if you believe you have one, that is] you KNOW in your mind, always, that it's right.
Naturally, if you're wrong, you're going to be tormented for all eternity for it. Kinda... A bit over-kill, don't you think? But hey. Eternal torment's gotta be good for some people. What about the masochistic crowd? I bet they're having an orgy in Hell, right now.
That disturbing mental image aside, my point remains, quite simply [regardless of how many times I've repeated it so far, in different forms] that my religion is mine, not yours. You don't need to believe it. I do.
And you know what? I bet you twenty bucks [well, okay, five bucks, but only cause I'm poor!] that those people that are SO STRONG to protest other religions and preach to the crowds and attempt to convert the world are, in the end, the most insecure about their own beliefs. They feel [sub-consciously, of course. No one's going to admit this kinda stuff] that the more people that believe in what they believe, the better the chance is that they're right. Or, who knows... If the whole world is wrong, maybe whatever's right and real will go easy on us as a group. Crazy thinking, but people are crazy things.
In the end, who knows. Maybe we make it real by believing it. Maybe whatever created us gives us what we want after death. You believe you'll be reborn? Good. You're reborn. You believe you'll go to some paradise called Heaven? Welcome to the Pearly Gates of Heaven, baby! Why? Because you believe it.
Think also on this little number. A human [average, not that most of us are up to that level are we? Awww, who's a cute advanded primate? You are!] typically uses about 10% of their potential brain copacity. [Who figures these things out?! To such a general number, too... "10%! Not 10.1%, not 9.99%! No, it's definitely 10%. Trust me, I checked. C'mon, I'm wearing a white coat. I gotta be right!"] Now, our bodies are obviously a limited thing. They expand and then they wither. Technically, some rare people continue to develop their minds as they age and people like this are becoming more and more common as we develop sciences to help those with a few years [or decades of them] under their belt keep the ol' think machine from spewing out oil and exploding.
What if [famous last words there] our minds continue to develop after our bodies wither out? What if "death" is merely the shedding of a shell, like the catipillar does, into something much more... Well, I don't know if I'd use the word "beautiful" like I would for a butterfly, but something much MORE, if that makes any sense. What if a "soul" is really a cloud of BEING that was once a human's mind?
Think on THAT philosophy.
... If you can :)
Right.
See, I'm not an atheist. I'm not an anythingeist. I'm me, Seth Cross. That's good enough for me. I know what I believe in and my form of what I believe happens to the human soul [and yes, I do believe we all have souls. Some just... Darker! [Like mine!]] after we die. I could go on a reel and rant and rave about how my religious views and thoughts make so much sense and are so much better than yours but in the end... Would ya care? Think about it.
A belief is a belief because it is.. WHAT YOU BELIEVE! With all those possibilities, beyond all the what-if's and "hey here's my proof why you're an idiot!" people, you still believe in this one thing. You don't question it because with all your heart and soul [if you believe you have one, that is] you KNOW in your mind, always, that it's right.
Naturally, if you're wrong, you're going to be tormented for all eternity for it. Kinda... A bit over-kill, don't you think? But hey. Eternal torment's gotta be good for some people. What about the masochistic crowd? I bet they're having an orgy in Hell, right now.
That disturbing mental image aside, my point remains, quite simply [regardless of how many times I've repeated it so far, in different forms] that my religion is mine, not yours. You don't need to believe it. I do.
And you know what? I bet you twenty bucks [well, okay, five bucks, but only cause I'm poor!] that those people that are SO STRONG to protest other religions and preach to the crowds and attempt to convert the world are, in the end, the most insecure about their own beliefs. They feel [sub-consciously, of course. No one's going to admit this kinda stuff] that the more people that believe in what they believe, the better the chance is that they're right. Or, who knows... If the whole world is wrong, maybe whatever's right and real will go easy on us as a group. Crazy thinking, but people are crazy things.
In the end, who knows. Maybe we make it real by believing it. Maybe whatever created us gives us what we want after death. You believe you'll be reborn? Good. You're reborn. You believe you'll go to some paradise called Heaven? Welcome to the Pearly Gates of Heaven, baby! Why? Because you believe it.
Think also on this little number. A human [average, not that most of us are up to that level are we? Awww, who's a cute advanded primate? You are!] typically uses about 10% of their potential brain copacity. [Who figures these things out?! To such a general number, too... "10%! Not 10.1%, not 9.99%! No, it's definitely 10%. Trust me, I checked. C'mon, I'm wearing a white coat. I gotta be right!"] Now, our bodies are obviously a limited thing. They expand and then they wither. Technically, some rare people continue to develop their minds as they age and people like this are becoming more and more common as we develop sciences to help those with a few years [or decades of them] under their belt keep the ol' think machine from spewing out oil and exploding.
What if [famous last words there] our minds continue to develop after our bodies wither out? What if "death" is merely the shedding of a shell, like the catipillar does, into something much more... Well, I don't know if I'd use the word "beautiful" like I would for a butterfly, but something much MORE, if that makes any sense. What if a "soul" is really a cloud of BEING that was once a human's mind?
Think on THAT philosophy.
... If you can :)
Saturday, April 18, 2009
Friendship is Never Easy
I don't have a lot a lot of friends. I don't try to make that many more. My sister, she's a party girl/social butterfly. I even have a few social butterfly friends. But me, personally? I maintain a pretty low-key, tight-knit collection of contacts.
Why, you ask? Hmm. That's a good question. I could by typical cynically/bitterly/sarcastically hilarious self and retort with something along the lines of "I don't like people, they suck!" but I don't think that's the real reason. That route out of the question, I can't claim being shy or bad with people because I can talk to and make complete strangers laugh and feel comfortable with me without even trying. I think I get it from my dad, considering I see myself doing some of the same things he does.
I could claim it was the truth issues I have, keeping people at bay. It's no secret that I openly tell my closest friends that I will refuse to tell them all the details of my life or my personality. There are things I've done in my life that I'm not proud of and I wouldn't hesitate to think they'd never want to speak to me again upon hearing. Even ex-girlfriends probably don't know my whole story. I never give away the whole thing. When I do reveal bits and peices, it's always sugar-coated. I don't think most people can handle what I've done and been through in life. Even parts of my family are none the wiser about my problems and issues.
Today, I started a conversation with possibly the best friend I've ever had, not sure if we were going to be talking afterward. We had an argument the other day and it got kinda heated and she fell asleep at her computer without it really "ending". In the end, we were able to work things out and all is good, for the moment. But, as I usually do after situations that stand out, I begin to reflect on a lot of things.
I argue with a lot of my friends, a lot of the time. I find flaws and glitches with each and every single one of them. I have gripes and groans that I can say both behind their back and to their faces [mainly because I don't believe I have anything I can't say to someone's face. I'm no coward]
I guess my giant reflection of the day was both "Is it worth it?" and "How bad would loniless be?" The honest answers I came up with were "I don't know" and "While I'd love to be a wise-ass, tough-ass and tell everyone I'd deal with it, I love companionship." I typically need someone or something to talk to. When I'm alone, I talk to myself. I talk to the computer. I talk to my video games. In the end, I do need things to talk to and bounce things back off of. I get my ideas talking to people about my ideas. That's mostly how Corruption developed over the years into what it was.
In the end... Friendship, as the title states, is never easy. But I guess, when compared to the alternative, it's the lesser of two evils.
Think on that philosophy, why don't ya?
Why, you ask? Hmm. That's a good question. I could by typical cynically/bitterly/sarcastically hilarious self and retort with something along the lines of "I don't like people, they suck!" but I don't think that's the real reason. That route out of the question, I can't claim being shy or bad with people because I can talk to and make complete strangers laugh and feel comfortable with me without even trying. I think I get it from my dad, considering I see myself doing some of the same things he does.
I could claim it was the truth issues I have, keeping people at bay. It's no secret that I openly tell my closest friends that I will refuse to tell them all the details of my life or my personality. There are things I've done in my life that I'm not proud of and I wouldn't hesitate to think they'd never want to speak to me again upon hearing. Even ex-girlfriends probably don't know my whole story. I never give away the whole thing. When I do reveal bits and peices, it's always sugar-coated. I don't think most people can handle what I've done and been through in life. Even parts of my family are none the wiser about my problems and issues.
Today, I started a conversation with possibly the best friend I've ever had, not sure if we were going to be talking afterward. We had an argument the other day and it got kinda heated and she fell asleep at her computer without it really "ending". In the end, we were able to work things out and all is good, for the moment. But, as I usually do after situations that stand out, I begin to reflect on a lot of things.
I argue with a lot of my friends, a lot of the time. I find flaws and glitches with each and every single one of them. I have gripes and groans that I can say both behind their back and to their faces [mainly because I don't believe I have anything I can't say to someone's face. I'm no coward]
I guess my giant reflection of the day was both "Is it worth it?" and "How bad would loniless be?" The honest answers I came up with were "I don't know" and "While I'd love to be a wise-ass, tough-ass and tell everyone I'd deal with it, I love companionship." I typically need someone or something to talk to. When I'm alone, I talk to myself. I talk to the computer. I talk to my video games. In the end, I do need things to talk to and bounce things back off of. I get my ideas talking to people about my ideas. That's mostly how Corruption developed over the years into what it was.
In the end... Friendship, as the title states, is never easy. But I guess, when compared to the alternative, it's the lesser of two evils.
Think on that philosophy, why don't ya?
Friday, April 17, 2009
The Infamous Ninja Kitty/Samurai Dog War
Don't act like you don't know about it. C'mon. It's been going on for centuries... Ever since the Mew-Tail kitten clan was taken under the wing of evil ninjas, the dogs turned [naturally] into the prime enemy of a ninja; the Samurai. And thus... The battle has only intensified. Kitty vs. dog antics with ninja throwing stars and samurai armor. Classic.
In all honesty, I've been thinking about a silly 3-4 panel comic to sketch up involving Ninja Kittens taking on Samurai Dogs... I kinda figured the classic-ness of cat vs. dog with cute drawings of both animals would be a nice hit. C'mon. How do you not love a kitten dressed up in a ninja outfit pouncing on a dog trying to use the "Ninja Kitty Death Grip" which looks suspiciously similar to a giant hug? I can promote both inter-special love along with violence. WOO VIOLENCE!
In all honesty, I've been thinking about a silly 3-4 panel comic to sketch up involving Ninja Kittens taking on Samurai Dogs... I kinda figured the classic-ness of cat vs. dog with cute drawings of both animals would be a nice hit. C'mon. How do you not love a kitten dressed up in a ninja outfit pouncing on a dog trying to use the "Ninja Kitty Death Grip" which looks suspiciously similar to a giant hug? I can promote both inter-special love along with violence. WOO VIOLENCE!
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
POCKY!
On the brighter note, however, my girlfriend just gave me Pocky! Thus. I love her.
For those of you who have been deprived all your lives:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pocky
Go. Find. Pocky.
I should start a religion... NAY! A CULT! Dedicated... To Pocky! For Pocky... Is our savior.
YO ME GUSTA POCKY! WOO!
For those of you who have been deprived all your lives:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pocky
Go. Find. Pocky.
I should start a religion... NAY! A CULT! Dedicated... To Pocky! For Pocky... Is our savior.
YO ME GUSTA POCKY! WOO!
When life gives you lemons, throw them at people. It's fun!
Today was definitely not what you'd call a "better day". Aside from some genuinely bad personal news, the entire day seemed to suck and get me down... Mucho. Badnesso.
From the beginning of the morning, I don't know what it was, but I've been in a funk. I wonder if it's "soda withdrawal"... You see, last week I started getting some really bad headaches and dizzy spells... A friend of mine asked what I had been eating and drinking all day and I told her not much food and mostly soda [Seth is a soda fiend. I'll down a whole 12 pack on a Saturday if ya don't stop me] She was wise and compassionate enough to inform my silly self that soda has been known to have those effects, due to all the sugar. So, all of yesterday I didn't drink ANY SODA! And today I only had a little bit, so the binge of anti-soda kinda got cheated on, pissed on and stepped on today. But only a little bit!
Anyway. Did you know that ONE CAN OF SODA, which is like 12 oz. has MORE SUGAR and other bad crap than 32 oz. of Snapple?! 12 > 32?! Damn you, math! You've failed me yet again! For those of you not doing the math [or not capable. Hey, I don't judge!] the soda can is almost ONE THIRD the amount of the Snapple, and yet it has more... So imagine if I ingested as much soda as I did Snapple the other day. I'd be more wired than a squirrel nibbling his way through a power line!
But aside from my crappy feeling and the bad news [which, no, I'm not going to share. Stop waiting for it] I guess I was kinda pissy about my boss today... He left the job site TWICE! TWICE! Well, actually, he left for our second warehouse early in the morning and then left early today for a doctor's appointment. Now, don't get me wrong. I understand the need for a doctor's appointment when it's needed [and he had a valid need] but I've been there since September... I'm working on my... 9th month, considering the day of the month I started? Never taken a personal day. Never been sick. I went into work with strep throat. I went to work vomiting. I went to work hungover [thank you, New Years! I love you. I'm just not... IN love with you] This guy has been there almost a year [so really only a few months more than me] and used ALL of his personal/sick days and vacation time. As a matter of fact, I think he might have even had to not get paid for this afternoon's 2 hours he wasn't there for. The guy takes smoke breaks every hour and you're only supposed to take 2. He calls his wife anytime during the day. He barely does anything except ONE part of the jobs back there and MAYBE [just to give him some credit] he schedules the rest of the stuff we need... Like trucks going to the other warehouse and stuff. But it's not complicated stuff. I bet I could get just as much as him done if... Well, he gave me the phone numbers for anything.
See, it's kinda like a trap. The guy doesn't use the work phone and doesn't give out the work number. He gives his cell phone number... He calls people on his cell. He stores all the numbers on his cell. If he quits or gets fired, suddenly we may not have numbers for anyone we need, like trucking companies, supply companies and even our third-party second warehouse. Get it? He's MAKING himself an asset. He's FORCING us to depend on him and I find him to be anything BUT dependable. Just look at how often he's NOT THERE.
It gets to me. I do so much back there and I actually put a lot of effort into my job. I constantly try to add processes and ways of doing things to streamline a complicated, annoying system we have. I do work for other people that really has nothing to do with me, it's just quicker if I do it. I do ALL the paperwork. I do ALL the shipping. I do half the receiving. I handle things for the big customer that pays most of our company's wages... I practically ran inventory in Jan. I answer all the office, production and art departments' questions, not my supervisor.
And I'm the right hand man. Yeah. Okay.
See? My lemons.
Ah well. Time to find my next target. Do lemons hurt when thrown? We'll find out. Oh, will we find out.
From the beginning of the morning, I don't know what it was, but I've been in a funk. I wonder if it's "soda withdrawal"... You see, last week I started getting some really bad headaches and dizzy spells... A friend of mine asked what I had been eating and drinking all day and I told her not much food and mostly soda [Seth is a soda fiend. I'll down a whole 12 pack on a Saturday if ya don't stop me] She was wise and compassionate enough to inform my silly self that soda has been known to have those effects, due to all the sugar. So, all of yesterday I didn't drink ANY SODA! And today I only had a little bit, so the binge of anti-soda kinda got cheated on, pissed on and stepped on today. But only a little bit!
Anyway. Did you know that ONE CAN OF SODA, which is like 12 oz. has MORE SUGAR and other bad crap than 32 oz. of Snapple?! 12 > 32?! Damn you, math! You've failed me yet again! For those of you not doing the math [or not capable. Hey, I don't judge!] the soda can is almost ONE THIRD the amount of the Snapple, and yet it has more... So imagine if I ingested as much soda as I did Snapple the other day. I'd be more wired than a squirrel nibbling his way through a power line!
But aside from my crappy feeling and the bad news [which, no, I'm not going to share. Stop waiting for it] I guess I was kinda pissy about my boss today... He left the job site TWICE! TWICE! Well, actually, he left for our second warehouse early in the morning and then left early today for a doctor's appointment. Now, don't get me wrong. I understand the need for a doctor's appointment when it's needed [and he had a valid need] but I've been there since September... I'm working on my... 9th month, considering the day of the month I started? Never taken a personal day. Never been sick. I went into work with strep throat. I went to work vomiting. I went to work hungover [thank you, New Years! I love you. I'm just not... IN love with you] This guy has been there almost a year [so really only a few months more than me] and used ALL of his personal/sick days and vacation time. As a matter of fact, I think he might have even had to not get paid for this afternoon's 2 hours he wasn't there for. The guy takes smoke breaks every hour and you're only supposed to take 2. He calls his wife anytime during the day. He barely does anything except ONE part of the jobs back there and MAYBE [just to give him some credit] he schedules the rest of the stuff we need... Like trucks going to the other warehouse and stuff. But it's not complicated stuff. I bet I could get just as much as him done if... Well, he gave me the phone numbers for anything.
See, it's kinda like a trap. The guy doesn't use the work phone and doesn't give out the work number. He gives his cell phone number... He calls people on his cell. He stores all the numbers on his cell. If he quits or gets fired, suddenly we may not have numbers for anyone we need, like trucking companies, supply companies and even our third-party second warehouse. Get it? He's MAKING himself an asset. He's FORCING us to depend on him and I find him to be anything BUT dependable. Just look at how often he's NOT THERE.
It gets to me. I do so much back there and I actually put a lot of effort into my job. I constantly try to add processes and ways of doing things to streamline a complicated, annoying system we have. I do work for other people that really has nothing to do with me, it's just quicker if I do it. I do ALL the paperwork. I do ALL the shipping. I do half the receiving. I handle things for the big customer that pays most of our company's wages... I practically ran inventory in Jan. I answer all the office, production and art departments' questions, not my supervisor.
And I'm the right hand man. Yeah. Okay.
See? My lemons.
Ah well. Time to find my next target. Do lemons hurt when thrown? We'll find out. Oh, will we find out.
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Touch me, beautiful!
Okay, so for starters I threw some trivia into this one... The post title is a quote. From a movie. Can you guess what it is, WHILE reading the post, WITHOUT searching it and basically without doing anything but reading? Non-stop? You can read slower, but you cannot stop.
And don't think we won't know. We do. We already know you were thinking about it.
Perverts.
Anyway! So recently, my buddy and good friend "Kitty" got a new phone by changing her AT&T plan. She used to have a slide phone [I think] and now she's got a Black Berry kinda thing. A friend of mine in Rahway had one of these, too, even when she constantly had to switch because apparently she was good at getting defective phones... I never saw a point to Black Berries. I thought they were kinda stupid.
Thus, I realize I'm kinda critical of new technology most of the time. Sadly enough, for being such a tech-junkie, I tend to regard most new things as "Oh, that's just stupid!" And then, eventually, I come around, try it out and "HOLY CRAP! THIS IS FREAKING AWESOME! HOW DID I LIVE WITHOUT THIS THING?!"
Double thus... We come to the iPhone. Came out... Thought it was the stupidest, most overrated piece of crap. I ridiculed friends of mine that got it and basically told them I thought they were stupid. Now? Well, my phone plan is ending in October and I think I'm going to try to get an upgrade to the iPhone. I could renew it right now and get a re-furbed 8 GB for $99. Of course, my phone bill raises by $30 for the Data Plan that comes with the iPhone. However, the rest stays the same. $40 for the plan, $20 for the Unlimited Messaging I love and around $10 in taxes [though, I guess with another $30, that would actually change and go up, right?]
I'm even considering being a sneaky bastard... I want to see if, in October, I can walk into an AT&T outlet store, talk to someone "in charge" about my issue and see if they'll discount me a phone, especially if it's re-furbed... Or even get a new one FOR the re-furbed price, trying to tell them I'm considering someone else's service.
Sneaky? Underhanded? How dare I? Pft. Watch me.
OH! By the way... The post title? One of the American Pie movies... One of the guys is trying to score with a college girl and he thinks he's real smooth. At some point, they're in a car at some make-out point and he turns to her and simply goes [WAAAY too dramatically] "Touch me, beautiful!"
Classic.
And don't think we won't know. We do. We already know you were thinking about it.
Perverts.
Anyway! So recently, my buddy and good friend "Kitty" got a new phone by changing her AT&T plan. She used to have a slide phone [I think] and now she's got a Black Berry kinda thing. A friend of mine in Rahway had one of these, too, even when she constantly had to switch because apparently she was good at getting defective phones... I never saw a point to Black Berries. I thought they were kinda stupid.
Thus, I realize I'm kinda critical of new technology most of the time. Sadly enough, for being such a tech-junkie, I tend to regard most new things as "Oh, that's just stupid!" And then, eventually, I come around, try it out and "HOLY CRAP! THIS IS FREAKING AWESOME! HOW DID I LIVE WITHOUT THIS THING?!"
Double thus... We come to the iPhone. Came out... Thought it was the stupidest, most overrated piece of crap. I ridiculed friends of mine that got it and basically told them I thought they were stupid. Now? Well, my phone plan is ending in October and I think I'm going to try to get an upgrade to the iPhone. I could renew it right now and get a re-furbed 8 GB for $99. Of course, my phone bill raises by $30 for the Data Plan that comes with the iPhone. However, the rest stays the same. $40 for the plan, $20 for the Unlimited Messaging I love and around $10 in taxes [though, I guess with another $30, that would actually change and go up, right?]
I'm even considering being a sneaky bastard... I want to see if, in October, I can walk into an AT&T outlet store, talk to someone "in charge" about my issue and see if they'll discount me a phone, especially if it's re-furbed... Or even get a new one FOR the re-furbed price, trying to tell them I'm considering someone else's service.
Sneaky? Underhanded? How dare I? Pft. Watch me.
OH! By the way... The post title? One of the American Pie movies... One of the guys is trying to score with a college girl and he thinks he's real smooth. At some point, they're in a car at some make-out point and he turns to her and simply goes [WAAAY too dramatically] "Touch me, beautiful!"
Classic.
Monday, April 13, 2009
Shopaholic, Meet Gamer Addict
Okay, so I typically make 300 bucks a week, working 40 hours. That's my NET pay, not my gross... My gross is 400 something and I lose about 100 in taxes. So you figure there are typically 4 weeks in a month, meaning 1200 a month... 500 goes to my rent. 150 goes to my car payment. 70 goes to my phone bill. 100 a month goes to gas, give or take... Another 100-150 to food...
500
150
70
100
+150 [let's round up]
970 in bills... Now, you throw in a random movie or CD and the fact that every week, my girl and I have a "date day" where I take her out to eat or to a movie and you probably make up most of the remaining 230. I have very little spending money, typically.
Lately, I've stopped that random CD or movie. I haven't stopped date day with the wifey, of course, but I did get another source of income. My full-time job decided to offer me and my supervisor 300 a month for cleaning services and after taxes, they're giving me another 260. Not bad!
So. This month's 260 was cut in half, as I spent 130 in an hour... You see, I'm a bit of a gamer. I own a 360 and a Wii and plan on eventually buying a PS3. My friends all know that mine is the house to go to for video games. My main console is the 360 and this Saturday, I spent money on a slight upgrade to my gaming experience... You see, we go through batteries like the plague went through Europeons. We had ONE re-chargeable battery for ONE controller, and it only charged through a cord, which wore out recently. So, I bought a charge station that comes with a battery pack, two more battery packs... That cost me about 80 bucks after taxes and then I bought the new WWE game, WWE Smackdown! vs Raw 2009 which was about another 50 after taxes. Next month, I get the Wireless Adapter and a month or so of Xbox Live, and I am SET, baby!
WOO!
I'm happy. A happy gamer addict. And the addiction shall only be fed! FED I TELL YOU!
Yo mi gusta video games! Woo!
500
150
70
100
+150 [let's round up]
970 in bills... Now, you throw in a random movie or CD and the fact that every week, my girl and I have a "date day" where I take her out to eat or to a movie and you probably make up most of the remaining 230. I have very little spending money, typically.
Lately, I've stopped that random CD or movie. I haven't stopped date day with the wifey, of course, but I did get another source of income. My full-time job decided to offer me and my supervisor 300 a month for cleaning services and after taxes, they're giving me another 260. Not bad!
So. This month's 260 was cut in half, as I spent 130 in an hour... You see, I'm a bit of a gamer. I own a 360 and a Wii and plan on eventually buying a PS3. My friends all know that mine is the house to go to for video games. My main console is the 360 and this Saturday, I spent money on a slight upgrade to my gaming experience... You see, we go through batteries like the plague went through Europeons. We had ONE re-chargeable battery for ONE controller, and it only charged through a cord, which wore out recently. So, I bought a charge station that comes with a battery pack, two more battery packs... That cost me about 80 bucks after taxes and then I bought the new WWE game, WWE Smackdown! vs Raw 2009 which was about another 50 after taxes. Next month, I get the Wireless Adapter and a month or so of Xbox Live, and I am SET, baby!
WOO!
I'm happy. A happy gamer addict. And the addiction shall only be fed! FED I TELL YOU!
Yo mi gusta video games! Woo!
Sunday, April 12, 2009
Bounce, Bounce, Bounce... Bunny Day
Happy Easter, one and all, all and one. A day to celebrate the death of Jesus for our sins. It's funny, a girl from work and I were talking the other day and she seemed to think that such a moment should be remembered in some kind of guilt or sadness... In a way, I can understand that kind of thinking. I mean, if someone gives their life for you, shouldn't you feel kinda guilty? Yes, but at the same time, I would think someone who dies for another people, or a group of people at that, would rather them be happy. I think the day is supposed to be meant as a day of appreciation for a second chance, one we've obviously squandered, if today's society is any kind of indication.
Of course, commercial America has turned "Thank you, Jesus, for dying for sins that were not yours, but ours and allowing us to pass on judgment this one time." to giant bunnies that give children candy, which in turn is really no more than a ploy for candy-corps. to sell TONS of product in the months leading up to/the day of/several days afterward this "holiday". I even love how some schools and companies will take off for this holiday. Yes. We must celebrate and worship the bunny. For he... He is our idol.
Um. Aren't two of the Ten Commandments something along the lines of...
"ONE: 'You shall have no other gods before Me.'
TWO: 'You shall not make for yourself a carved image--any likeness of anything that is in heaven above, or that is in the earth beneath, or that is in the water under the earth."
Yeeeah. It went something like that.
Hmm. Guess we're all going to Hell after all :) Sorry, Jesus. We weren't worth saving the first time... Probably shouldn't bother trying again... As if anyone would waste the time.
Currently reading; Nothing
Currently listening to: 3 Doors Down [Album: 3 Doors Down]
Currently playing: WWE Smackdown vs. Raw 2009
Of course, commercial America has turned "Thank you, Jesus, for dying for sins that were not yours, but ours and allowing us to pass on judgment this one time." to giant bunnies that give children candy, which in turn is really no more than a ploy for candy-corps. to sell TONS of product in the months leading up to/the day of/several days afterward this "holiday". I even love how some schools and companies will take off for this holiday. Yes. We must celebrate and worship the bunny. For he... He is our idol.
Um. Aren't two of the Ten Commandments something along the lines of...
"ONE: 'You shall have no other gods before Me.'
TWO: 'You shall not make for yourself a carved image--any likeness of anything that is in heaven above, or that is in the earth beneath, or that is in the water under the earth."
Yeeeah. It went something like that.
Hmm. Guess we're all going to Hell after all :) Sorry, Jesus. We weren't worth saving the first time... Probably shouldn't bother trying again... As if anyone would waste the time.
Currently reading; Nothing
Currently listening to: 3 Doors Down [Album: 3 Doors Down]
Currently playing: WWE Smackdown vs. Raw 2009
Saturday, April 11, 2009
All Growed Up
It's amazing how swiftly time goes by. Only a few years ago, I didn't really care much about anything. I had a girlfriend I thought I was in love with, I lived with my parents and worked whatever part-time job I had at the time... Which, by the way, I had to swap out every few months for various reasons. I hadn't really ever worked a full-time job except for once and it ended kinda crappy.
Anyway, that's neither here nor there. [No, nor is it over there, either.]
The thing of it is... I guess I was just a stupid teenager. Keep in mind, I'm only 20 now, so it's not like I'm some greatly experienced adult or anything. I guess my worldliness has somewhat improved, but... It's funny because I keep thinking back or looking back [whichever's easier at the moment, really] and BAM! I feel so... Old.
I rent a home with my older sister and girlfriend that I've been dating for about a year now. [11 days til the anniversary, even!] I pay my car and phone payments. I work full-time in a warehouse and I even get health insurance through it. I do my own taxes. No one buys anything for me, I pay all my own expenses [along with spending quite a bit of money on my girl, which I enjoy doing]
It doesn't sound like much. As a matter of fact, most people do the same things... Without a second glance. Keep in mind, however, you're talking about someone who's teenage life has only just recently died.
Kinda scary. Kinda intimidating. And I don't typically intimidate well.
Anyway, that's neither here nor there. [No, nor is it over there, either.]
The thing of it is... I guess I was just a stupid teenager. Keep in mind, I'm only 20 now, so it's not like I'm some greatly experienced adult or anything. I guess my worldliness has somewhat improved, but... It's funny because I keep thinking back or looking back [whichever's easier at the moment, really] and BAM! I feel so... Old.
I rent a home with my older sister and girlfriend that I've been dating for about a year now. [11 days til the anniversary, even!] I pay my car and phone payments. I work full-time in a warehouse and I even get health insurance through it. I do my own taxes. No one buys anything for me, I pay all my own expenses [along with spending quite a bit of money on my girl, which I enjoy doing]
It doesn't sound like much. As a matter of fact, most people do the same things... Without a second glance. Keep in mind, however, you're talking about someone who's teenage life has only just recently died.
Kinda scary. Kinda intimidating. And I don't typically intimidate well.
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