Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!!!!!!!! Every once in a while I'm vindicated. My post about the scumbags flying the friendly skies has been vindicated, girly man!!! Click on the links below pertaining to scumbags making life harder on the rest of us that fly. Thank you, baby jesus.........thank you....................
http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/17426986/
http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/19735896/
http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/17370000/
http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/16812223/
http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/16831522/
And, for the record, I am a cold-hearted s.o.b., but if my 3 year old got me kicked off an airplane for not taking her seat, I'd be procreating a replacement on that vacation ;-)
Saturday, July 28, 2007
Me in a nut shell..........
Beware the overshare in everyday conversations
No subject’s off-limits as we’re getting more accustomed to TMI
By Melissa Dahl
Health writer
MSNBC
Updated: 9:33 a.m. ET July 23, 2007
Like so many of us, Dan Estabrook never even saw it coming.
It was a normal day at work when his office manager called him into her office for a normal-sounding meeting — until she unloaded a not-so-normal nugget of information.
“I wanted to let you know,” she said, “I’ve taken a live-in lover.”
Cue the awkward silence: Estabrook found himself victim of an overshare.
Blurting out too much information, or TMI, is something we’re becoming more and more comfortable with, some psychologists say. We obsess over the mundane details of celebrities’ lives and are eager to tell our own stories on blogs and Flickr accounts. And often, all that online openness seeps into everyday conversations.
Blame it on narcissismOne psychologist blames the influx of the overshare on an increase in individualism — and with that comes a hike in narcissism. We’re oversharing more now because we’re pretty pleased with ourselves, says Jean Twenge, a professor of psychology at San Diego State University.
“We just assume they’re going to be interested because it’s about me. Of course it’s interesting!” says Twenge, who is currently working on a book about narcissism among teens and twentysomethings.
But Leslie Reisner, a clinical psychologist in Los Angeles, is encouraged by all the sharing going on. Calling it narcissism is too negative, she says.
“There’s something healthy about sharing,” Reisner says. “It means they know it’s OK to show vulnerability.”
Spilling personal details can be a sign of self-confidence, Reisner believes, and 32-year-old Todd Enoch agrees.
“When I was younger, I was much more reserved,” says Enoch, who lives in Denton, Texas. “As I’ve gotten older, I’ve broken out of my shell. Now I can share more with people.”
And sometimes, Enoch admits, he ventures into overshare territory. He remembers a scene at work when his co-workers were discussing how happy they were that the T-shirts for an upcoming promotional activity weren’t white.
“I don’t like wearing white things either,” Enoch chimed in, and then blurted out, “I just sweat at the drop of the hat!”
Breaking the iceAfter a statement like that, consider the ice broken. A well-timed overshare can let others know it’s OK to let their guards down, and it can be a speedy way to make a connection with someone, Twenge explains.
“You realize you’re not alone,” Twenge says. “Previously, you might have thought, ‘Am I the only one with this problem?’”
But some say that’s looking at a relationship in a very backward way.
“People that are oversharing may be hoping for a connection with other people,” says Julie Albright, a sociology professor at the University of Southern California. Some people with TMI tendencies may be attempting to take a kind of relationship shortcut, going through the motions of an intimate friendship when there isn’t yet one.
That’s what happened to 29-year-old Becca Johnson during a girls’ night out. Johnson was talking to a friend of a friend whom she’d just met when the woman blurted out that she was having an affair with a former employee.
“In a way, it’s sad because you know they probably don’t have people in their lives to share things with,” says Johnson, who lives in Boston. “Why else would it feel appropriate to share relationship problems with complete strangers?“
Watch where you overshareThe woman’s secret was safe with Johnson, but psychologists say to be picky about who’s on the receiving end of your overshare. Blurting out too much information can be off-putting to some people.
Estabrook, the office worker, was so shocked at his colleague’s overshare that he hardly said a word in response. But should anyone else decide to confront him with a “live-in lover” overshare, he knows what he’d say.
“If someone told me that now, I would probably respond and say, ‘You know, I’m really happy for you,’” says Estabrook, who’s 41 and lives in San Francisco. “‘But I definitely would be careful about what you share with people you don’t know that well.’”
Or, as Twenge puts it, “Not every person you meet needs to know your every problem.”
Wade Stapleton wishes more people would remember that. At the end of a work day, the 42-year-old found himself in an elevator with a woman he’d seen around the office but had never spoken to. Like most elevator exchanges, their conversation focused on the weather — until she took it one step too far.
“Oh, the warm weather doesn’t bother me anymore,” she volunteered cheerfully. “I’m at that age where I have hot flashes.”
And just like that, she’ll forevermore be Hot Flash Lady, at least to Stapleton. “After that conversation, I don’t want to get to know her,” says Stapleton, who lives in Nashville, Tenn. “I know enough about her already.”
Now he’s careful to avoid her at every turn. “When I see her now, I try to go the other way,” Stapleton says.
Hot Flash Lady might do well to take the advice of Enoch, the self-described sweaty guy, who’s figured out a way to structure his oversharing habits. He’s divided his social sphere into three groups — college friends, work friends and church friends — and he knows what he can tell to each group.
“I have friends I can discuss my gastrointestinal activities with, and friends I can’t,” Enoch says.
He pauses.
“That was probably an overshare.”
© 2007 MSNBC Interactive
URL: http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/19837002/wid/11915773?GT1=10212
No subject’s off-limits as we’re getting more accustomed to TMI
By Melissa Dahl
Health writer
MSNBC
Updated: 9:33 a.m. ET July 23, 2007
Like so many of us, Dan Estabrook never even saw it coming.
It was a normal day at work when his office manager called him into her office for a normal-sounding meeting — until she unloaded a not-so-normal nugget of information.
“I wanted to let you know,” she said, “I’ve taken a live-in lover.”
Cue the awkward silence: Estabrook found himself victim of an overshare.
Blurting out too much information, or TMI, is something we’re becoming more and more comfortable with, some psychologists say. We obsess over the mundane details of celebrities’ lives and are eager to tell our own stories on blogs and Flickr accounts. And often, all that online openness seeps into everyday conversations.
Blame it on narcissismOne psychologist blames the influx of the overshare on an increase in individualism — and with that comes a hike in narcissism. We’re oversharing more now because we’re pretty pleased with ourselves, says Jean Twenge, a professor of psychology at San Diego State University.
“We just assume they’re going to be interested because it’s about me. Of course it’s interesting!” says Twenge, who is currently working on a book about narcissism among teens and twentysomethings.
But Leslie Reisner, a clinical psychologist in Los Angeles, is encouraged by all the sharing going on. Calling it narcissism is too negative, she says.
“There’s something healthy about sharing,” Reisner says. “It means they know it’s OK to show vulnerability.”
Spilling personal details can be a sign of self-confidence, Reisner believes, and 32-year-old Todd Enoch agrees.
“When I was younger, I was much more reserved,” says Enoch, who lives in Denton, Texas. “As I’ve gotten older, I’ve broken out of my shell. Now I can share more with people.”
And sometimes, Enoch admits, he ventures into overshare territory. He remembers a scene at work when his co-workers were discussing how happy they were that the T-shirts for an upcoming promotional activity weren’t white.
“I don’t like wearing white things either,” Enoch chimed in, and then blurted out, “I just sweat at the drop of the hat!”
Breaking the iceAfter a statement like that, consider the ice broken. A well-timed overshare can let others know it’s OK to let their guards down, and it can be a speedy way to make a connection with someone, Twenge explains.
“You realize you’re not alone,” Twenge says. “Previously, you might have thought, ‘Am I the only one with this problem?’”
But some say that’s looking at a relationship in a very backward way.
“People that are oversharing may be hoping for a connection with other people,” says Julie Albright, a sociology professor at the University of Southern California. Some people with TMI tendencies may be attempting to take a kind of relationship shortcut, going through the motions of an intimate friendship when there isn’t yet one.
That’s what happened to 29-year-old Becca Johnson during a girls’ night out. Johnson was talking to a friend of a friend whom she’d just met when the woman blurted out that she was having an affair with a former employee.
“In a way, it’s sad because you know they probably don’t have people in their lives to share things with,” says Johnson, who lives in Boston. “Why else would it feel appropriate to share relationship problems with complete strangers?“
Watch where you overshareThe woman’s secret was safe with Johnson, but psychologists say to be picky about who’s on the receiving end of your overshare. Blurting out too much information can be off-putting to some people.
Estabrook, the office worker, was so shocked at his colleague’s overshare that he hardly said a word in response. But should anyone else decide to confront him with a “live-in lover” overshare, he knows what he’d say.
“If someone told me that now, I would probably respond and say, ‘You know, I’m really happy for you,’” says Estabrook, who’s 41 and lives in San Francisco. “‘But I definitely would be careful about what you share with people you don’t know that well.’”
Or, as Twenge puts it, “Not every person you meet needs to know your every problem.”
Wade Stapleton wishes more people would remember that. At the end of a work day, the 42-year-old found himself in an elevator with a woman he’d seen around the office but had never spoken to. Like most elevator exchanges, their conversation focused on the weather — until she took it one step too far.
“Oh, the warm weather doesn’t bother me anymore,” she volunteered cheerfully. “I’m at that age where I have hot flashes.”
And just like that, she’ll forevermore be Hot Flash Lady, at least to Stapleton. “After that conversation, I don’t want to get to know her,” says Stapleton, who lives in Nashville, Tenn. “I know enough about her already.”
Now he’s careful to avoid her at every turn. “When I see her now, I try to go the other way,” Stapleton says.
Hot Flash Lady might do well to take the advice of Enoch, the self-described sweaty guy, who’s figured out a way to structure his oversharing habits. He’s divided his social sphere into three groups — college friends, work friends and church friends — and he knows what he can tell to each group.
“I have friends I can discuss my gastrointestinal activities with, and friends I can’t,” Enoch says.
He pauses.
“That was probably an overshare.”
© 2007 MSNBC Interactive
URL: http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/19837002/wid/11915773?GT1=10212
Denver nightlife............
I figured I'd save one post for serious work crap and then post another about "Rocky Time" ;-)
I'm the type of person that will try new things but when in strange towns, I find something good and stick with it unless given advice by locals. That being said, I found myself in CB Potts three nights in a row. Delicious microbrews and friendly bartenders. In Denver, maybe all of Colorado, there's no smoking indoors which explains why a 8 month pregnant lady would be a bartender. Seriously, she was big as a house, but very nice. Wednesday, I worked late and there was a bbq in the hangar to celebrate having a plane at the Oshkosh Aviation Expo (where I was supposed to be!!!). Unfortunately, I was neck deep in shit so I had to eat cold leftovers. All that was left were these huge kielbasa looking brats. Filled me right up so I didn't even bother with dinner. Went to the hotel, changed shirts and got to my bar stool. There was a different bartender and I got all "chatty kathy" with her. I was also txting my bro and having a good time. Then, I notice this really loud and annoying lady on the other side of the huge bar. Maybe it was the beer but her and her companions appeared to be pointing and laughing at me. Now mind you, I was faux-hawking it and it would appear I was hitting on the bartender but I had no one else to talk to. I was getting the beer muscle up to go punch out the dude in the group when the bartender came over and told me that she had asked if I was the bartender's boyfriend, to which the bartender told the annoying drunk lady I was her fiance and we're getting hitched this Saturday. I probably should call my mom and let her know I'm coming back from Colorado with a new bride...........nah, she's in Wisconsin Dells and should be bothered ;-) Seriously, though, that's going to end up being my story "went into a bar for a drink and came out hitched".
So, Thirsty Thursday rolls around and I'm back at the bar after more bbq and long hours of work. I needed someone to talk to and figured the only person awake, b/c of the time zone, would be Lenzo. Sure as shit, he's at a work meeting on his day off. I was telling him that this is the type of week of work and travel where you just want to come home to a 30 min bj and then go to bed. He was in agreement, to which I told him to go buy one since he's in Vegas. I'm getting to that age in life where openly paying for sex ain't as disturbing as it used to be. Seriously :-/ Lenzo and I had some good txt-ing and then I left the bar for my crap hole of a hotel room.
Friday rolls around and work was wasted on b.s. which pisses me off b/c if I need support on Saturday no one will be around. I'm expendable so I'll be working while everyone else is enjoying their weekend. I had been eating good lunches and crappy dinners so I decided to splurge on myself. I went to this friggin' huge steak house (http://www.traildust.com/) and saddled up to the bar b/c the dining room was packed with a long wait. Tipping back some Fat Tire brews and gorging myself on the fattest 14oz sirloin I've ever seen. This 7/10 (meaning 7 out of 10) blonde grabs the stool next to me and orders a Tanquery and tonic. I was trying to be friendly and joked "long day?". She wasn't having any of it though. I threw out like three friendly lines and she shot 'em all down with one line responses. Eh, at least I had a huge steak and a cold beer. The part that puzzles me is that she could've sat a few seats down and I wouldn't have bothered saying anything to her. And she kept throwing off body language that she was having a horrible day. You would think if someone is being friendly you'd at least have banter with them. Hmm, its probably b/c I'm mexican :-/ I finished my meal and went to my new room at the Best Western which had a king size bed and a jacuzzi tub in the room!!!!!! I sat around digesting waiting for the witching hour to go out. The Godfather was on the TV and that tub was calling my name. Fudge it, I went to the liquor store for a sixxer and filled the tub and put on some Dixie Chicks, ya know, the ultimate guy's night in :-D Unfortunately, the jets didn't work :-( Unfortunately, I decided to skip testing the water and just stick my foot in to, unbeknownst to me, scalding hot water. I had to soak with my foot out of the water for a while till the nerve receptors forgave me for being a dumbass.
Well, I did my research and a "gentlemen's club" is a possibility for tonight but I honestly don't think I should drop the dough. I'm sure I'll be back here again, probably within a couple months, and I don't have anyone to go with. Plus, the all-nude don't serve liquor so what's the point. Plus-plus, my boss txt me last night and we may be going to Texas in a couple weeks!!!! I know for a fact the clubs down there are the best in the country. I'll save my coin for that. I think I may drive aimlessly to downtown Denver, find a place to park, eat and have a few cold ones and then make my way back to CB Potts (http://www.cbpotts.com/). Who knows, maybe a shenanigan or two on the way....................................
I'm the type of person that will try new things but when in strange towns, I find something good and stick with it unless given advice by locals. That being said, I found myself in CB Potts three nights in a row. Delicious microbrews and friendly bartenders. In Denver, maybe all of Colorado, there's no smoking indoors which explains why a 8 month pregnant lady would be a bartender. Seriously, she was big as a house, but very nice. Wednesday, I worked late and there was a bbq in the hangar to celebrate having a plane at the Oshkosh Aviation Expo (where I was supposed to be!!!). Unfortunately, I was neck deep in shit so I had to eat cold leftovers. All that was left were these huge kielbasa looking brats. Filled me right up so I didn't even bother with dinner. Went to the hotel, changed shirts and got to my bar stool. There was a different bartender and I got all "chatty kathy" with her. I was also txting my bro and having a good time. Then, I notice this really loud and annoying lady on the other side of the huge bar. Maybe it was the beer but her and her companions appeared to be pointing and laughing at me. Now mind you, I was faux-hawking it and it would appear I was hitting on the bartender but I had no one else to talk to. I was getting the beer muscle up to go punch out the dude in the group when the bartender came over and told me that she had asked if I was the bartender's boyfriend, to which the bartender told the annoying drunk lady I was her fiance and we're getting hitched this Saturday. I probably should call my mom and let her know I'm coming back from Colorado with a new bride...........nah, she's in Wisconsin Dells and should be bothered ;-) Seriously, though, that's going to end up being my story "went into a bar for a drink and came out hitched".
So, Thirsty Thursday rolls around and I'm back at the bar after more bbq and long hours of work. I needed someone to talk to and figured the only person awake, b/c of the time zone, would be Lenzo. Sure as shit, he's at a work meeting on his day off. I was telling him that this is the type of week of work and travel where you just want to come home to a 30 min bj and then go to bed. He was in agreement, to which I told him to go buy one since he's in Vegas. I'm getting to that age in life where openly paying for sex ain't as disturbing as it used to be. Seriously :-/ Lenzo and I had some good txt-ing and then I left the bar for my crap hole of a hotel room.
Friday rolls around and work was wasted on b.s. which pisses me off b/c if I need support on Saturday no one will be around. I'm expendable so I'll be working while everyone else is enjoying their weekend. I had been eating good lunches and crappy dinners so I decided to splurge on myself. I went to this friggin' huge steak house (http://www.traildust.com/) and saddled up to the bar b/c the dining room was packed with a long wait. Tipping back some Fat Tire brews and gorging myself on the fattest 14oz sirloin I've ever seen. This 7/10 (meaning 7 out of 10) blonde grabs the stool next to me and orders a Tanquery and tonic. I was trying to be friendly and joked "long day?". She wasn't having any of it though. I threw out like three friendly lines and she shot 'em all down with one line responses. Eh, at least I had a huge steak and a cold beer. The part that puzzles me is that she could've sat a few seats down and I wouldn't have bothered saying anything to her. And she kept throwing off body language that she was having a horrible day. You would think if someone is being friendly you'd at least have banter with them. Hmm, its probably b/c I'm mexican :-/ I finished my meal and went to my new room at the Best Western which had a king size bed and a jacuzzi tub in the room!!!!!! I sat around digesting waiting for the witching hour to go out. The Godfather was on the TV and that tub was calling my name. Fudge it, I went to the liquor store for a sixxer and filled the tub and put on some Dixie Chicks, ya know, the ultimate guy's night in :-D Unfortunately, the jets didn't work :-( Unfortunately, I decided to skip testing the water and just stick my foot in to, unbeknownst to me, scalding hot water. I had to soak with my foot out of the water for a while till the nerve receptors forgave me for being a dumbass.
Well, I did my research and a "gentlemen's club" is a possibility for tonight but I honestly don't think I should drop the dough. I'm sure I'll be back here again, probably within a couple months, and I don't have anyone to go with. Plus, the all-nude don't serve liquor so what's the point. Plus-plus, my boss txt me last night and we may be going to Texas in a couple weeks!!!! I know for a fact the clubs down there are the best in the country. I'll save my coin for that. I think I may drive aimlessly to downtown Denver, find a place to park, eat and have a few cold ones and then make my way back to CB Potts (http://www.cbpotts.com/). Who knows, maybe a shenanigan or two on the way....................................
My therapist says the voices will go away............
Dear Reader,
It has been a long week. Where to begin? Hmmm, tough to decide because it hasn't ended. Its a rainy, cloudy Saturday. I find myself chillin' in a small cubicle in an airplane hangar. I know, sounds interesting, no, no it isn't. It has been a long week of back and forth back and forth being the liaison between co-workers in the UK and the customer (www.adamaircraft.com). Let me just get this off my chest, if you don't know what you are talking about then sit down and shut the fuck up. AAARRRRGGGGHHHH, I'm marooned in Denver because there was a valid problem with the serial communication and we haven't proved it resolved yet. Thursday night before I left, another problem arose with a pressure transducer that communicates serially to the DAS (Data Acquisition System). However, this sensor has never had a serial problem before nor did the serial port. But what happens is that once "sheep" find an scapegoat, they beat it like it owes them money. Everything small issue is now somehow associated with the original, valid issue. Oops, cockpit fell off, must be the DAS serial port............WTF!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?! So, after enduring Captain Dipshit claiming the sky is falling due to the DAS, I went home. Next day, I watched them prove the transducer was in fact failing. I started to hand out slices of Crow's Pie but then decided it was too delicious and ate it all myself. ;-) Well, all of yesterday was practically lost to working on the transducer, not really involving me too much, and the A700 plane had issues so it couldn't fly, something about a gas leak in the vent line. I could smell the fuel and was joking with a co-worker and he said "Well, don't create any sparks" to which I replied "but I have a 'sparky' personality!!!". Gay, yes, I know but had to have some fun to break the tension and boredom. Anywho, the plane is still grounded today so I'm just here grabbing data sets from the DAS cause they want 10 sets with no failures to prove the system works. Of course that just means I'll leave tomorrow night and it'll break on Monday thus putting me back on a plane Tuesday night. I like the weather in Denver. Every night it rains. You could almost set your watch to the rain. And there's been some impressive lightning displays. I even saw a rainbow hanging out over another hangar the other day. Very nice, God, but you forgot the skittles................................
It has been a long week. Where to begin? Hmmm, tough to decide because it hasn't ended. Its a rainy, cloudy Saturday. I find myself chillin' in a small cubicle in an airplane hangar. I know, sounds interesting, no, no it isn't. It has been a long week of back and forth back and forth being the liaison between co-workers in the UK and the customer (www.adamaircraft.com). Let me just get this off my chest, if you don't know what you are talking about then sit down and shut the fuck up. AAARRRRGGGGHHHH, I'm marooned in Denver because there was a valid problem with the serial communication and we haven't proved it resolved yet. Thursday night before I left, another problem arose with a pressure transducer that communicates serially to the DAS (Data Acquisition System). However, this sensor has never had a serial problem before nor did the serial port. But what happens is that once "sheep" find an scapegoat, they beat it like it owes them money. Everything small issue is now somehow associated with the original, valid issue. Oops, cockpit fell off, must be the DAS serial port............WTF!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?! So, after enduring Captain Dipshit claiming the sky is falling due to the DAS, I went home. Next day, I watched them prove the transducer was in fact failing. I started to hand out slices of Crow's Pie but then decided it was too delicious and ate it all myself. ;-) Well, all of yesterday was practically lost to working on the transducer, not really involving me too much, and the A700 plane had issues so it couldn't fly, something about a gas leak in the vent line. I could smell the fuel and was joking with a co-worker and he said "Well, don't create any sparks" to which I replied "but I have a 'sparky' personality!!!". Gay, yes, I know but had to have some fun to break the tension and boredom. Anywho, the plane is still grounded today so I'm just here grabbing data sets from the DAS cause they want 10 sets with no failures to prove the system works. Of course that just means I'll leave tomorrow night and it'll break on Monday thus putting me back on a plane Tuesday night. I like the weather in Denver. Every night it rains. You could almost set your watch to the rain. And there's been some impressive lightning displays. I even saw a rainbow hanging out over another hangar the other day. Very nice, God, but you forgot the skittles................................
Wednesday, July 25, 2007
Head out West, my wayward son...............
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Monday, July 23, 2007
Can I have a magic wand for X-mas, pretty please.....
Seriously, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix rocked da house!!! I was literally on the edge of my seat like a school girl at a JT concert. There was so much action and magic!!!!
Anywho, so how was everyone's weekend? Me? I was busy saving the world, thank you very much. Yes, Nazi's were attempting to overtake my living room and all I had was my trusty Thompson machine gun to rebel them. Well.......that and a case of ML tall-boys ;-) I decided to strike a chord with my virginal side and play Xbox all night Friday. I had rented Call of Duty 2: The Big Red One and was up to my neck in Nazi scumbags in WWII. At the cusp of my reign of victory for the Allied front, the power went out in my entire apartment. It was pretty warm outside and I think cause everyone else was running their A/C units, I lost my power. Go figure :-/ It was only out for a few seconds and then returned. Saturday, after sleeping in due to battle-fatigue, my friend, Erin, came over and we went to the pool. The pool near the athletic center was the typical frat party so we went over to the one by the main office. Seven straight hours in the sun later, I had to pass on going to see Harry Potter that night cause I was falling asleep at White Castle. On the plus side, we got free "Lakeshore Apartment" cups from da management. They were handing them out cause some people were drinking beer outta bottles and that's a no-no by the pool. Funny that drinking in general isn't.......in fact..........its kinda endorsed now by the Lakeshore apartment complex.......weird. Sunday, I needed some clothes for an upcoming work trip to upper Wisconsin for an aviation expo so I went to the mall for the first time. Pretty nice mall. Huge food court that managed to give my Philly cheesesteak to the guy behind me and made me wait longer for one. There's a Dick's Sportings Good that has a rock wall to climb like two stories tall. There was this Asian dude praying to Al-ha or something before climbing up it. I mocked his fake god and continued on. So, I catch a great deal on some shorts for my upcoming trip, life is good, played some more Call of Duty, went to bed a bit early. Not too bad, huh? Yeah, we all know that's not how I roll!!! Customer had major problems over the weekend so I'm flying out tomorrow night for Denver, Colorado. Hopefully, I'll get back Friday night at like midnight. I'll be getting to hang out in an airport hanger with no A/C and 90 degree days. Marvelous. Its going to take a trip to the "gentlemen's" club to turn this frown upside-down ;-) Well, I need to get packing....................
Anywho, so how was everyone's weekend? Me? I was busy saving the world, thank you very much. Yes, Nazi's were attempting to overtake my living room and all I had was my trusty Thompson machine gun to rebel them. Well.......that and a case of ML tall-boys ;-) I decided to strike a chord with my virginal side and play Xbox all night Friday. I had rented Call of Duty 2: The Big Red One and was up to my neck in Nazi scumbags in WWII. At the cusp of my reign of victory for the Allied front, the power went out in my entire apartment. It was pretty warm outside and I think cause everyone else was running their A/C units, I lost my power. Go figure :-/ It was only out for a few seconds and then returned. Saturday, after sleeping in due to battle-fatigue, my friend, Erin, came over and we went to the pool. The pool near the athletic center was the typical frat party so we went over to the one by the main office. Seven straight hours in the sun later, I had to pass on going to see Harry Potter that night cause I was falling asleep at White Castle. On the plus side, we got free "Lakeshore Apartment" cups from da management. They were handing them out cause some people were drinking beer outta bottles and that's a no-no by the pool. Funny that drinking in general isn't.......in fact..........its kinda endorsed now by the Lakeshore apartment complex.......weird. Sunday, I needed some clothes for an upcoming work trip to upper Wisconsin for an aviation expo so I went to the mall for the first time. Pretty nice mall. Huge food court that managed to give my Philly cheesesteak to the guy behind me and made me wait longer for one. There's a Dick's Sportings Good that has a rock wall to climb like two stories tall. There was this Asian dude praying to Al-ha or something before climbing up it. I mocked his fake god and continued on. So, I catch a great deal on some shorts for my upcoming trip, life is good, played some more Call of Duty, went to bed a bit early. Not too bad, huh? Yeah, we all know that's not how I roll!!! Customer had major problems over the weekend so I'm flying out tomorrow night for Denver, Colorado. Hopefully, I'll get back Friday night at like midnight. I'll be getting to hang out in an airport hanger with no A/C and 90 degree days. Marvelous. Its going to take a trip to the "gentlemen's" club to turn this frown upside-down ;-) Well, I need to get packing....................
Friday, July 20, 2007
Welcome to Thunderdome, Bitch.............
I think that an important part of life is recognizing the effects of your own environment. Example, the effects of movies on your reality. I got shitfaced on half a case of Miller Lite tall-boys watching Black Snake Moan on Wednesday. Last night, watching Pan's Labyrinth, only drank 3 beers during the entire movie, which had a longer run time than the Moan. Let's investigate this. Pan's Labyrinth is about a little girl that is a fairy princess trapped in a human's body and has to complete three tasks to get home, taking place in WWI Spain. The entire movie is in Spanish with subtitles and Fauns and Pixies and other mythological beasts. So, perhaps my intellectual portion of my brain, no matter how small, governed my imbibing so that I could get the gist of the movie. Let's take a peek at yesterday's post about the Moan...............hmmm...................yes.................yes.........I do see the difference. In one movie, I'm entwined in a mystical world where my wildest dreams can come true...........in the other Samuel L. Jackson has my soul in a headlock screaming "Yeah, they deserved to die and I hope they burn in Hell !!!! Now drink, muthafucka!!!" ;-)
Yeah, that's nice. However, true to form, I was in a staring contest with half a case of beer and wasn't about to blink. So, for some reason, yesterday, I was thinking of the movie "The Longest Yard" with Adam Sandler and in the movie a prison guard throws a grenade on a riot and the grenade explodes into a bunch of rubber balls. Very kool. So, I was thinking, "hmmm......bullshit, no such grenade exists........but it would be cool if it did......". One quick google search later and I found my grenade. Now, you're probably wondering why I'm thinking about grenades at work. Honestly, its a mystery to me too but when thinking about this non-lethal grenade, I'm getting excited at the thought of tossing it at my brother while he runs away :-) Now, before you get too judgmental, my brother bought a weight lifting bench and free weights with the sole purpose of getting big and beating my ass. True story, he txt msg me this thought. Its just the relationship we have. It works for us. So, if you ever see my brother running away from me, run the other way cause the effective range of the Hornet's Nest grenade is 3 meters ;-)
Segway, while reading the Wikipedia history of grenades, I was watching some YouTube videos of live grenade practice and a few links later, and 3 hrs and 9 beers, I'm watching the real life of 40 year old virgins. I got hooked on watching Airsoft battles till past midnight. These guys were the real life G.I. Joe. They were tossing around all kinds of military battle lingo and were wearing all kinds of camouflage and ghillie suits and realistic looking Airsoft machine guns of all makes and models (one nerd even had "Born to Kill" on his helmet like "Full Metal Jacket"). Some of the videos were entertaining with a good soundtrack and action shots. Lots of smoke grenades and flashbangs. Most of the videos were from Europe. I guess its the rave out there. I know there's a company in Joliet, IL that hosts events and you can book a party with them. That'd be a fun bachelor party. I'd go around pistol whipping prisoners that are in fact my friends and not feel bad at all cause there are no victims in war, only causalities...................... :-P
Yeah, that's nice. However, true to form, I was in a staring contest with half a case of beer and wasn't about to blink. So, for some reason, yesterday, I was thinking of the movie "The Longest Yard" with Adam Sandler and in the movie a prison guard throws a grenade on a riot and the grenade explodes into a bunch of rubber balls. Very kool. So, I was thinking, "hmmm......bullshit, no such grenade exists........but it would be cool if it did......". One quick google search later and I found my grenade. Now, you're probably wondering why I'm thinking about grenades at work. Honestly, its a mystery to me too but when thinking about this non-lethal grenade, I'm getting excited at the thought of tossing it at my brother while he runs away :-) Now, before you get too judgmental, my brother bought a weight lifting bench and free weights with the sole purpose of getting big and beating my ass. True story, he txt msg me this thought. Its just the relationship we have. It works for us. So, if you ever see my brother running away from me, run the other way cause the effective range of the Hornet's Nest grenade is 3 meters ;-)
Segway, while reading the Wikipedia history of grenades, I was watching some YouTube videos of live grenade practice and a few links later, and 3 hrs and 9 beers, I'm watching the real life of 40 year old virgins. I got hooked on watching Airsoft battles till past midnight. These guys were the real life G.I. Joe. They were tossing around all kinds of military battle lingo and were wearing all kinds of camouflage and ghillie suits and realistic looking Airsoft machine guns of all makes and models (one nerd even had "Born to Kill" on his helmet like "Full Metal Jacket"). Some of the videos were entertaining with a good soundtrack and action shots. Lots of smoke grenades and flashbangs. Most of the videos were from Europe. I guess its the rave out there. I know there's a company in Joliet, IL that hosts events and you can book a party with them. That'd be a fun bachelor party. I'd go around pistol whipping prisoners that are in fact my friends and not feel bad at all cause there are no victims in war, only causalities...................... :-P
Thursday, July 19, 2007
why, why, baby jesus, why would you do that..............
I need to score me one of those nifty cameras that the BMV uses. You know, the one's that make you look like a douchebag no matter what. I don't care how much you fuss to get ready for that picture, on the count of 3, presto, huge bag of douche. They accidentally made me two driver's licenses so I got to pick the one that made me look less like I was stoned. However, the new license rocks like Fraggle!!!!
Here's something that I don't get, the BMV's marketing agent must be smoking some good crack rocks cause here's the sample licenses posted on the website:
The adult license is cleary some tool that thinks he's hot stuff. The minor's license is hot stuff and under age. What is the BMV trying to portray here? Once you turn 21 you become a complete toolbox? Seriously, the dude looks like the type of guy that doesn't take "no" for an answer on the first date. Maybe its me, maybe not.
Anywho, to follow up on my rant from yesterday, I was punished for being selfish and wanting to go to Ohio by being both hungover and having to field like six "the sky is falling" phone calls from the customer this morning. All week long they left me alone and today the floodgates opened. Serves me right.
I just got done being manhandled by a Hardy's thickburger patty melt and here's a little lunchtime fun fact, the story of the thickburger is on the bag so you have something to read while eating. Seriously. Put that in your mouth. Its delicious ;-)
Quick movie plug: Black Snake Moan rocks harder than Fraggle!!!! You get a double dose of enjoyment as Christina Ricci is barely clothed and in serious heat and Samuel L Jackson plays the blues like the baddest Mofo on the planet. He almost bottles someone and that's all I'm going to tell you. Oh, and my boy JT (justin timberlake) comes through solid and doesn't take away from Ricci's awesomeness. Watch it this weekend. You won't be disappointed...........unless you're a communist.........and if you are communist then what are you doing watching TV anyhow.........hypocrite..................
Here's something that I don't get, the BMV's marketing agent must be smoking some good crack rocks cause here's the sample licenses posted on the website:
The adult license is cleary some tool that thinks he's hot stuff. The minor's license is hot stuff and under age. What is the BMV trying to portray here? Once you turn 21 you become a complete toolbox? Seriously, the dude looks like the type of guy that doesn't take "no" for an answer on the first date. Maybe its me, maybe not.
Anywho, to follow up on my rant from yesterday, I was punished for being selfish and wanting to go to Ohio by being both hungover and having to field like six "the sky is falling" phone calls from the customer this morning. All week long they left me alone and today the floodgates opened. Serves me right.
I just got done being manhandled by a Hardy's thickburger patty melt and here's a little lunchtime fun fact, the story of the thickburger is on the bag so you have something to read while eating. Seriously. Put that in your mouth. Its delicious ;-)
Quick movie plug: Black Snake Moan rocks harder than Fraggle!!!! You get a double dose of enjoyment as Christina Ricci is barely clothed and in serious heat and Samuel L Jackson plays the blues like the baddest Mofo on the planet. He almost bottles someone and that's all I'm going to tell you. Oh, and my boy JT (justin timberlake) comes through solid and doesn't take away from Ricci's awesomeness. Watch it this weekend. You won't be disappointed...........unless you're a communist.........and if you are communist then what are you doing watching TV anyhow.........hypocrite..................
Wednesday, July 18, 2007
Thank you, sir, may I have another.......
So, I walk into a co-worker's cube to get some help with an issue today only to be blindsided into going to an IRL race for support. The reason was that another co-worker that was supposed to go was needed elsewhere and I was expendable. The expendable and last minute travel was fine with me. Honestly, I wanted the field experience with the Pi system under my belt. Plus, I wanted to get out of the office and get the battlefield experience to compete with my co-workers so they would understand that I'm on the same playing field. Well, after making the necessary adjustments, I was denied. I've been sitting in the office all week since my boss went on his honeymoon and was doing various helpful tasks for a couple clients but have been in waiting for the UK to get me support. Then, today, I had to surrender my hardware to other support engineers thus putting me in an even more useless state. Of which, I don't think my boss was aware, again, he's on honeymoon and shouldn't worry bout the state of affairs in the office. I am on top of things but waiting on others to make progress. Well, once my boss found out I was tasked otherwise he made a phone call and right as I was about to buy new shoes to wear for the trip to fit the Pi Support Team clothing requirements, I get a call from another supervisor telling me that my trip was off. If you know me, you know that I'm a hard worker and do not like being dicked around. I don't mind taking one for the team and wasn't really upset that my new VP and his lackey put me on the spot (I got apologies and thanks from others and the VP for the situation and for helping out). I'm all about being helpful and once I get tasked I get excited to be a part of something, even if its mundane to others. The easiest way to piss me off is to steal my thunder and f*ck that. I know that my boss has the best of intentions for the customer but he's not been in all week to see the dynamics that were going on. Plus, as a lackey, myself, you don't say "no" to the new supervisor, even if you are partial to saying "yes" no matter what. On top of it, if my boss thinks that I was trying to skip town to leave the customer hanging then I'm going to be super pissed.........no..........mega pissed. I understand that maybe I don't understand the dynamics of the particular customer but I've been at Pi for 5 weeks and am dying for action. I traveled all the way to Tulsa, OK for a huge letdown and this would have revived my spirits. Idle hands are the work of the devil, no? Well, I guess this is the part of being expendable that sucks. Now I feel like a dick cause I explained to the customer that I was tasked otherwise and now have to go back on that. I hate that almost as much as I hate my thunder being stolen.........or when a keg runs dry when I'm on an awesome buzz ;-)
Well, TVland, I hope things are going better for you and the scheduled programming isn't interrupted by a boring Presidential update...............
Well, TVland, I hope things are going better for you and the scheduled programming isn't interrupted by a boring Presidential update...............
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
Pass the popcorn, please..............
Yeah, so I watched the weirdest movie last night. "Dreamers" with Eva Green, the hot banker from Casino Royale. The cool part was her full frontal scenes. The not cool part was the constant reference to old movies, being based in France, and her incestuous relationship with her brother in the movie. I took a couple of sleeping pills and when they kicked in I turned the movie off and went to bed only to have night terrors all night from the movie. The sleeping pills, they never fully kicked in. Another restless night topped off with thunderstorms this morning. I must've woke up in a startle like six times last night.
Yeah, what is it with females being female in public? I go to Cardinal yesterday and the young girl working the front desk has her head buried under the desk, crying. I stood there for like 3 awkward minutes before she looked up and logged me into the system while I stared at the wall. I'm sorry but there's a time and a place...........like my apartment in two hours, we'll turn that frown upside down ;-)
Yeah, so another company perk kicked in today, I got a free Sam's Club membership, business membership, which entitles me to enter at 7am before the regular degenerates. I was shopping with a co-worker for snacks and coffee for the office. She dropped like 2 bills easy on junk food that I've seen around but didn't realize was a free-for-all, dammit!!! I'm going to gain like thirty pounds working here. Actually, news flash, my fat ass isn't so fat. I came in just above 210lbs at Cardinal yesterday. Very nice. I attribute the weight loss to lack of sleep, sporadic food intake, massive influx of coffee and a generally angst disposition towards life in general.............. ;-P
Yeah, what is it with females being female in public? I go to Cardinal yesterday and the young girl working the front desk has her head buried under the desk, crying. I stood there for like 3 awkward minutes before she looked up and logged me into the system while I stared at the wall. I'm sorry but there's a time and a place...........like my apartment in two hours, we'll turn that frown upside down ;-)
Yeah, so another company perk kicked in today, I got a free Sam's Club membership, business membership, which entitles me to enter at 7am before the regular degenerates. I was shopping with a co-worker for snacks and coffee for the office. She dropped like 2 bills easy on junk food that I've seen around but didn't realize was a free-for-all, dammit!!! I'm going to gain like thirty pounds working here. Actually, news flash, my fat ass isn't so fat. I came in just above 210lbs at Cardinal yesterday. Very nice. I attribute the weight loss to lack of sleep, sporadic food intake, massive influx of coffee and a generally angst disposition towards life in general.............. ;-P
Monday, July 16, 2007
We are gathered here today..............
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We are gathered here today, to witness, this poor sap committing to one piece of tail for the rest of his life………. J/K!!!! Weddings are truly a magical event. But first let’s roll it back a bit. Travis and Kara, where to begin? Ben met Kara through working at a bank back in college. Her and Travis had already been dating for a couple years and were living together. Through Ben, they started coming to my family’s booze fests, like Halloween or NYE. After Ben was done with Purdue and headed north, everyone still maintained contact and partying. Well, since such a close association was created thru Ben, my mom’s side of the family was invited to the wedding in Indy this weekend. So, the stage was set for the most overdue wedding of the century (I say that b/c they’ve been together since like 2001 or 2002 and finally tied the knot).
Festivities began this Friday as the wedding party setup shop in downtown Indy. I joined everyone after the rehearsal dinner to see friends that I haven’t seen in months/years. We did a festive round of bar hopping starting with the “Slippery Noodle” and ending with “Have a Nice Day Café”. Everyone was having a great time and catching up. Apparently, Ben gave a toast to him and Lenzo for being the most important people at the wedding, the ushers ;-) My Aunt had her limit of 3 rum and cokes and was almost knocked to the floor by Ben’s drunk ass ;-) Even though it was like ten guys and one single girl (and my aunt and uncle), we were tearing up the dance floor at the “Café”. There were girls dancing on the bars and doing shots outta each other’s belly buttons. Awesome time for one last night of bachelor debauchery.
After getting everyone back to the hotel, where apparently Ben nested on the bathroom floor, I had the daunting task of finding my way home from downtown Indy. Yeah, it was my first visit to the downtown area and I ended up making a 1 ½ hr trip outta a 30 min drive. But I got home and crashed b/c there were lots of plans for Saturday. My apartment was the staging area for my parents and uncle so I had to clean up and get a little organized as well as get myself ready for the wedding. We all did a quick lunch at Fox n Hound and got to the wedding with 30 seconds to spare. The ceremony was beautiful and short. Methodist ceremony conducted by a “Dr.”, very odd. The priest or doctor or whatever, kept coaching Kara and Travis and didn’t bother covering her mic so we could all hear “awesome”, “outstanding”, “very good”, etc. Kara, being the typical bride, broke down a bit when giving her vows. In my opinion, if she mumbles the vows then they’re null and void. But that was only my unpopular opinion ;-)
After the ceremony, we all headed downtown while the wedding party went driving around in a badass stretch H2. I check into my hotel room only to find it absolutely dirty. Scored free brunch tickets as comp and a very apologetic letter from the management. We did a little pre-gaming and then headed to the cocktail hour where 1 bartender was responsible for lubing up like fifty people. Actually, he was the only one all night. He had a heavy accent and broken English so it was comical. As the guests were being seated, my cousins, John, Carrie, Cory and me, which were the occupants of Table 9, were finishing our drinks in the lobby when the DJ came looking for stragglers. He takes one look at us and goes “you must be Table 9”. We were the only table with no one seated :-D Off to a good start, ya know? I later kept referring to us as the “mutants from table 9” from “The Wedding Singer”. The entire reception was very elegant and extravagant. Dinner was delicious and the cake was awesome, even came served with fresh berries. The bridal party speeches were a little awkward but hey, what speech isn’t? The first dance was hilarious. Kara is a theater major from Purdue and Travis has two left feet. You could tell he was counting steps in his head and she was doing this extravagant side step. They did look good though and ended with a sweep to the floor with a kiss. After the parent’s dance, the married folks dance came up and the couple that won was married 63 years. Wow, is all I can say. Before the wedding started, all the guys were under the rumor that there was going to be like five single girls there, and it was confirmed by the bouquet toss. And one of the girls was my cousin so that counted her out. For the garter toss, there was the usual suspects, Ben, Bryan, Lenzo, Me, and a few others.
I out jumped Ben and Bryan to snatch glory from their outstretched fingers. I immediately tossed the garter on my head like a headband and strutted in front of the DJ booth/camera man to which the DJ goes “I’ve been warned about you” over the mic. Very nice. The rest of the night was a blur of dancing (Bryan and I owned the dance floor for “House of Pain – Jump Around”) and beer pounding. All they guys signed a Playboy which was put in a picture frame that had an inscription “Break Glass in Case of Marital Emergency”. Everyone had a great time and I woke up passed out on my hotel floor at 2 am ;-) always true to form. Apparently, everyone went to Ben’s room to continue partying and security got a complaint so they got to move the show to a conference room in the hotel, awesome. We met up the next day to say goodbyes to the out-of-towners and then most people stopped by my apartment to chill for a bit. After everyone left, I got my ass to the pool to enjoy the sun and bathing beauties. I ended the weekend with a couple of movies for good measure. 
Festivities began this Friday as the wedding party setup shop in downtown Indy. I joined everyone after the rehearsal dinner to see friends that I haven’t seen in months/years. We did a festive round of bar hopping starting with the “Slippery Noodle” and ending with “Have a Nice Day Café”. Everyone was having a great time and catching up. Apparently, Ben gave a toast to him and Lenzo for being the most important people at the wedding, the ushers ;-) My Aunt had her limit of 3 rum and cokes and was almost knocked to the floor by Ben’s drunk ass ;-) Even though it was like ten guys and one single girl (and my aunt and uncle), we were tearing up the dance floor at the “Café”. There were girls dancing on the bars and doing shots outta each other’s belly buttons. Awesome time for one last night of bachelor debauchery.
After getting everyone back to the hotel, where apparently Ben nested on the bathroom floor, I had the daunting task of finding my way home from downtown Indy. Yeah, it was my first visit to the downtown area and I ended up making a 1 ½ hr trip outta a 30 min drive. But I got home and crashed b/c there were lots of plans for Saturday. My apartment was the staging area for my parents and uncle so I had to clean up and get a little organized as well as get myself ready for the wedding. We all did a quick lunch at Fox n Hound and got to the wedding with 30 seconds to spare. The ceremony was beautiful and short. Methodist ceremony conducted by a “Dr.”, very odd. The priest or doctor or whatever, kept coaching Kara and Travis and didn’t bother covering her mic so we could all hear “awesome”, “outstanding”, “very good”, etc. Kara, being the typical bride, broke down a bit when giving her vows. In my opinion, if she mumbles the vows then they’re null and void. But that was only my unpopular opinion ;-)
After the ceremony, we all headed downtown while the wedding party went driving around in a badass stretch H2. I check into my hotel room only to find it absolutely dirty. Scored free brunch tickets as comp and a very apologetic letter from the management. We did a little pre-gaming and then headed to the cocktail hour where 1 bartender was responsible for lubing up like fifty people. Actually, he was the only one all night. He had a heavy accent and broken English so it was comical. As the guests were being seated, my cousins, John, Carrie, Cory and me, which were the occupants of Table 9, were finishing our drinks in the lobby when the DJ came looking for stragglers. He takes one look at us and goes “you must be Table 9”. We were the only table with no one seated :-D Off to a good start, ya know? I later kept referring to us as the “mutants from table 9” from “The Wedding Singer”. The entire reception was very elegant and extravagant. Dinner was delicious and the cake was awesome, even came served with fresh berries. The bridal party speeches were a little awkward but hey, what speech isn’t? The first dance was hilarious. Kara is a theater major from Purdue and Travis has two left feet. You could tell he was counting steps in his head and she was doing this extravagant side step. They did look good though and ended with a sweep to the floor with a kiss. After the parent’s dance, the married folks dance came up and the couple that won was married 63 years. Wow, is all I can say. Before the wedding started, all the guys were under the rumor that there was going to be like five single girls there, and it was confirmed by the bouquet toss. And one of the girls was my cousin so that counted her out. For the garter toss, there was the usual suspects, Ben, Bryan, Lenzo, Me, and a few others.
I out jumped Ben and Bryan to snatch glory from their outstretched fingers. I immediately tossed the garter on my head like a headband and strutted in front of the DJ booth/camera man to which the DJ goes “I’ve been warned about you” over the mic. Very nice. The rest of the night was a blur of dancing (Bryan and I owned the dance floor for “House of Pain – Jump Around”) and beer pounding. All they guys signed a Playboy which was put in a picture frame that had an inscription “Break Glass in Case of Marital Emergency”. Everyone had a great time and I woke up passed out on my hotel floor at 2 am ;-) always true to form. Apparently, everyone went to Ben’s room to continue partying and security got a complaint so they got to move the show to a conference room in the hotel, awesome. We met up the next day to say goodbyes to the out-of-towners and then most people stopped by my apartment to chill for a bit. After everyone left, I got my ass to the pool to enjoy the sun and bathing beauties. I ended the weekend with a couple of movies for good measure. 
Now, for a blurb on weddings and why I may never end up married. I was joking around with Ben on Sunday about who’s going to get married first. Him and I are becoming the oldest f*cks trying to catch the garter at weddings these days. Sometimes were some of the only ones. Its weird I guess. The older I get the more I’m convinced that it won’t happen but wanting it to. Of course, of all the women I’ve dated, I could see myself only staying with two of them. One ended our fling with no explanation and the other I had to give up due to lots of complexities and the person I was/am wasn’t good enough for her. Other than that, I find lots of girls but they just don’t strike my fancy. Sadly, I usually strike theirs which makes me feel bad but it’s my life, my only life. I’ve never really had a high opinion of marriage. I’ve been to a lot and known the bride and groom long before they committed to marriage. Some I knew were together for lack of wanting to find someone better suited, others were made for each other and others a mystery. Not that I sit in judgment of the couple but I do wonder what makes them decide on the whole “rest of my life with this person”. What kind of questions do you ask yourself? How do you ever know for sure? You know, I think, for better or for worse, I’m just too selfish with my life to be married any time soon. I’ll be honest, it disgusts me when people use their marriage as a reason/crutch as to why they can’t be themselves. Its not that you can’t do for another, but you have to do for yourself first, otherwise, who are you, really? Again, I’m not the expert but this is my blog and the world as I see it. I think ideally, you’ve got to find someone that accepts you in every way possible and after such acceptance, you find yourself change in small ways for the better for that person and then it’s genuine and real and, maybe, just maybe, true love………………………
Thursday, July 12, 2007
We built this city.......we built this city on rock-n-roll..............
I almost got to fulfill my dream of uppercutting a punkass yesterday. I get home from the gym and am approaching my castle door when I hear someone on the other side. Well, punkass was bringing the thunder to open a simple entrance door. So, spidey-sense tingling, I take decisive action to prevent door-to-face collision. In a very cowboy-isque fashion, I yell out "whoa!" and did a little two step to a jingle in my head. I put my hand out to guide the door back as the punkass in question emerges. Now, yes, I am an intimidating s.o.b. so I could understand this bitch not wanting to make eye contact with me. However, he crossed the line when he walks past without so much of a word of acknowledgement. No, I wasn't looking for an apology but just the reck-in' that he could have, thru his "oblivious to the rest of the world ways", opened the door on a female or child and caused an injury. Nope, this bitch, just flip-flopped his way past, thus igniting my fire. No lie, he was about twenty pounds heavier than me with wider shoulders and maybe two inches of height but I can guarantee a hip toss to the pavement followed by a monkey-stomping would've set this punkass straight. I don't even know if he lives in my building or was just visiting. I went upstairs and looked out my balcony to the parking lot to see him go to his truck and then come back. Now the only reason I could think of for him to not acknowledge my presence was due to an incident that occurred when I moved in. It was a hot June day a couple weeks back. I knew better than to try to wear too much clothing so I forgoed the t-shirt that would've ended up chaffing me. Well, these dudes and a female came home while I was making a trip inside with a dolly of stuff. Well, mind you that I moved my shit in myself and was tired, sweaty and thirsty and in no mood to play games, as luck would have it, me and these bitches were going to the same entrance door and instead of being men and getting the fuck outta my way, they were pacing me towards the entrance like fags. I even went outta my way to take the long way towards the door and still connected with these fags (notice their definition changes with my mood). Finally, I let them go in b/c I knew we'd both be using the stairs. Not one of them even acknowledged my presence when I let them past. I've never seen three punkasses try so hard to avoid eye contact. But I understood why. I was the alpha male and they were probably waiting for me to pass comment on their female (5/10). So, I never saw the bitches again after that incident but have a feeling that this punkass from last night was probably with that group that day. If a half-nakid, sweaty, tattooed mexican american gets you shakin' in your flip-flops then I pity you............and your female................
On the flipside, I do think I need to complain to management that the entrance door is going to kill someone someday and they should insert a reinforced viewing window to prevent collisions. I've personally almost been taken out three times now by that door. Twice while bent over to check my snail mail inbox. Maybe I'll just get a saw-zaw and rip a hole in the door ;-)
On the flipside, I do think I need to complain to management that the entrance door is going to kill someone someday and they should insert a reinforced viewing window to prevent collisions. I've personally almost been taken out three times now by that door. Twice while bent over to check my snail mail inbox. Maybe I'll just get a saw-zaw and rip a hole in the door ;-)
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
Can't buy me love.....................
Oh, but you can. Match.com proved that to me by charging me a renewal fee even though I earned a six month free membership. Blood, sweat and tears, I earned that free renewal. The sad part is that the free renewal is based on purchasing a six month membership and not finding a single person in that six months that makes you want to discontinue your membership (ie I’m still a lonely bachelor/bastard). I was pretty peeved Monday morning when I find money missing and Match.com to blame. Luckily, they were able to straighten it out very quickly but told me it was 7-10 days to get the refund. So, basically, I was still bent over.
In other news, got a new boss at work so I’m up to 5 total. Its cool b/c this guy is ex-Marine and used to be stationed in the Mohave Desert. Plus, he’s got like over 15 years of good experience. Its important to me b/c after the fiasco at Actia (my last job) I am twice bitten twice shy. I was thinking about that the other day and how the asshats I used to work for caused me so much trouble. I was emailing my old co-workers and getting the scoop on Actia. Seems like the G5 are still running it into the ground. Honestly, if I hadn’t gotten laid off I think I was close to being fired for disciplinary reasons for fighting with a Project Manager that was a piece of shit. In addition to the new boss, I got new work priorities. Basically, the New Business Department (Dan & I) are responsible for ensuring the company’s future by acquiring new markets for the Pi product. If we fail, the company sinks. Well, maybe not Titanic but I’d definitely be outta a job. I’m not worried but the new boss is dedicated like 50% to Dan and I. But like I said he seems cool and he winks at me a lot, in a man-friendly way. Could be an interesting next couple of years.
Peace…………………….
In other news, got a new boss at work so I’m up to 5 total. Its cool b/c this guy is ex-Marine and used to be stationed in the Mohave Desert. Plus, he’s got like over 15 years of good experience. Its important to me b/c after the fiasco at Actia (my last job) I am twice bitten twice shy. I was thinking about that the other day and how the asshats I used to work for caused me so much trouble. I was emailing my old co-workers and getting the scoop on Actia. Seems like the G5 are still running it into the ground. Honestly, if I hadn’t gotten laid off I think I was close to being fired for disciplinary reasons for fighting with a Project Manager that was a piece of shit. In addition to the new boss, I got new work priorities. Basically, the New Business Department (Dan & I) are responsible for ensuring the company’s future by acquiring new markets for the Pi product. If we fail, the company sinks. Well, maybe not Titanic but I’d definitely be outta a job. I’m not worried but the new boss is dedicated like 50% to Dan and I. But like I said he seems cool and he winks at me a lot, in a man-friendly way. Could be an interesting next couple of years.
Peace…………………….
Monday, July 9, 2007
Table for 1, please.......................
I appreciate that lots of products these days come in a “single serving” portion so that those of us that don’t have an “encore” family don’t have to be wasteful. However, I draw the line when a product is specifically designed for a single male bachelor. Now, before you jump to conclusions on the product, its sunscreen. As a single male bachelor, I have issue with applying sunscreen cause my arms can only bend so much (cause my biceps are massive) and I can only cover so much of my back with sunscreen. I saw a commercial for a continuous spray sunscreen and went to the store to get some. After the first application, I was very impressed with the results and how easy it was to get full body coverage………..then I got to thinking and realized that this product was designed specifically for me, the lonely male bachelor……….then I realized I paid like $10 for the bottle that felt 1/3 empty after two applications :-(
Despite the sunscreen incident, Saturday was a pool party of epic proportions!!!! We had a floating pool bar and pool volleyball that ended up in a fist fight between my bro and me (only for shits and giggles). The whole family came out for my Uncle’s 49th b-day and he’s like the biggest kid of all of us so we always have a ton of fun. I got to St. John 1st and hit the pool immediately b/c I wanted to get my tan-on hardcore. When packing to leave Indy, I was sure to take my camera b/c as a family we really haven’t been getting photos of the good times (and I drink a lot so I forget a lot). Turned out that the camera really came in handy. We had like 161 photos and some really good family ones. Like I said, the one’s you take for granted and forget to take. It took almost an hour to upload all the pics to snapfish :-)
Yeah, Saturday was a real up-lifter for me. I had a bad Friday and got to work late b/c I was up late watching Tombstone and I had a 1 month performance review so my tardiness was a pock mark. However, it was a small pock mark. The performance review was non-typical and my supervisor was instructed to perform it for me by the UK VP. The VP wanted me to know that he felt I was a “breath of fresh air to the company”. Of course, that just made me beat myself up more over being late, typical of me and my self-destructive ways. One of these days I’m going to have to realize that I’m not invincible and start actually taking care of me and not just business……………….
Despite the sunscreen incident, Saturday was a pool party of epic proportions!!!! We had a floating pool bar and pool volleyball that ended up in a fist fight between my bro and me (only for shits and giggles). The whole family came out for my Uncle’s 49th b-day and he’s like the biggest kid of all of us so we always have a ton of fun. I got to St. John 1st and hit the pool immediately b/c I wanted to get my tan-on hardcore. When packing to leave Indy, I was sure to take my camera b/c as a family we really haven’t been getting photos of the good times (and I drink a lot so I forget a lot). Turned out that the camera really came in handy. We had like 161 photos and some really good family ones. Like I said, the one’s you take for granted and forget to take. It took almost an hour to upload all the pics to snapfish :-)
Yeah, Saturday was a real up-lifter for me. I had a bad Friday and got to work late b/c I was up late watching Tombstone and I had a 1 month performance review so my tardiness was a pock mark. However, it was a small pock mark. The performance review was non-typical and my supervisor was instructed to perform it for me by the UK VP. The VP wanted me to know that he felt I was a “breath of fresh air to the company”. Of course, that just made me beat myself up more over being late, typical of me and my self-destructive ways. One of these days I’m going to have to realize that I’m not invincible and start actually taking care of me and not just business……………….
Saturday, July 7, 2007
More than meets the eye...............
Transformers rocks!!!!!!!!! Kick ass CGI!!!!!!!!! And Tyrese didn't say too many stupid lines trying to be cool or nail any hot chicks. Speaking of hot chicks and alien robots, I can be made to believe a lot of things, alien races exist, Tyrese is a kickass Ranger, and a giant Cube turns electronics into killer robots..........however, I draw the line on hot chicks being super geek signal analysts responsible for decoding signals to save the world or being juvenile delinquents that know how to hot wire tow trucks. That's where I draw the mofo line. Gotta have ethics and draw the line somewhere!!! Oh, and Jon Voight could never be secretary of a bathroom let alone Defense.
Well, there's a marathon of Bloodfist on Showtime so I'm going to crack a beer.....and my ass.....and enjoy the magic of Don "The Dragon" Wilson kick some jail butt in the Booty House!!!!
Oh, and I fail to believe that as a con, The Dragon is into gardening ;-)
Well, there's a marathon of Bloodfist on Showtime so I'm going to crack a beer.....and my ass.....and enjoy the magic of Don "The Dragon" Wilson kick some jail butt in the Booty House!!!!
Oh, and I fail to believe that as a con, The Dragon is into gardening ;-)
Tuesday, July 3, 2007
Smokey The Bear says "Don't play with fire".......
Well, another 4th of July is upon us. Time to singe some facial hair. Actually, the extent of my firework experience was at my bro's party this past Saturday. For some reason, my drunk ass was put in charge of lighting off the fountains. Good thing I work well under pressure and lots of booze. Yeah, it was "Trains, Planes and Automobiles" last Saturday. After being in Tulsa, OK for three days and doing absolutely nothing work related b/c of weather delays, I was finally going home and if I could get home early then I could make it to Ben-n-John's domestic union/birthday party. My co-worker and me bid Tulsa a flaming adieu and jetted to the airport to find that we had one shot, one chance, one hope of getting back to Indy. We were able to get to Kansas City, KN but were then on "standby" and could be asked to de-board the plane. When we landed in Kansas City, the Lord & the Lucky Charms Leprechaun were on our side and we got to continue on to Chi-town. However, the duality of my life prevailed and I had three obnoxious and unruly teenagers sitting behind me with their collective knees in the back of my chair. It took all of my constitution to not turn around and strangle a punkass. It always amazes me how oblivious others can be to the havoc they wreak on others. When we landed, the pilot gave the usual spiel of remaining in your seat until the plane stops and these lunchboxes immediately stand up like their the koolest thing since sliced bread. I was very tempted to ring the Flight Attendant for a body bag cause IT WAS ON!!!! Again, the joy of getting to Indy only to drive 2 1/2 hrs north for a party on 5 hrs of sleep was keeping me sane (as insane as it sounds). But all was good, got to Indy, went home to freshen up, picked up Travis and got to Ben's where I ran into old friends that I haven't seen in a long time. Sometimes its nice to get re-acquainted.......sometimes not..........
Well, my first Pi travel trip was a complete wash. I had some fun in Tulsa. Got to go to the mall and a new Aquarium that had a walk-thru shark tank. My next planned travel trip is to Oshkosh, WI at the end of the month for an aviation expo. I'll be with Dan this time so that should be cool. Unfortunately, I have to drive the six hours to upper Wiscounsin and back.......and, strangely enough, we've rented a preacher's house for the week b/c hotels are in strong demand and short supply. I just hope I don't have to stay in the 6 year old girl's room. I'll sleep in the bathroom tub before I do that (I've done it before).
Anywho, to my readers, have a safe 4th of July and remember why we're celebrating. As much as the party and Holiday from work themes prevail, be sure to take a moment in the drunken stupor and remember that some gave all, some are still giving all. Be thankful.............
Well, my first Pi travel trip was a complete wash. I had some fun in Tulsa. Got to go to the mall and a new Aquarium that had a walk-thru shark tank. My next planned travel trip is to Oshkosh, WI at the end of the month for an aviation expo. I'll be with Dan this time so that should be cool. Unfortunately, I have to drive the six hours to upper Wiscounsin and back.......and, strangely enough, we've rented a preacher's house for the week b/c hotels are in strong demand and short supply. I just hope I don't have to stay in the 6 year old girl's room. I'll sleep in the bathroom tub before I do that (I've done it before).
Anywho, to my readers, have a safe 4th of July and remember why we're celebrating. As much as the party and Holiday from work themes prevail, be sure to take a moment in the drunken stupor and remember that some gave all, some are still giving all. Be thankful.............
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