Subject : I saw a sad fictional look into my future from a hit movie!
Posted Date: : Aug 30, 2005 1:58 AM
Saw 40 Year Old Virgin tonight.
Funny movie. Well worth everyone's $10 to go see the thing. Steve Carell is Fucking great! Loved him in ANCHORMAN as Brick the retard weather man. Good to see his career picking up.
But as for the movie its self.....some of it hit a little close to home for me.
Sans being 40 myself, the main charecter is an advid toy collector, reads comics, plays video games, and has never "scored".
Now, in the movie, its not because of the COMICS, TOYS and VIDEO GAMES that he hasnt scored, as many would belive. No. Infact, all of those things have nothing to do with his social situation. He just really sucked at picking up women. He has no game, he just got real depressed about it, and the COMICS, TOYS and VIDEO GAMES were what he had to ward off the depression. Those were the few things that brought him happieness to his life.
Like me. I've loved comics, toys and video games since i was 4. They're still a major part of my life. And would I seperate myself from them...no (well, unless it was something massively important and urgent) And i also have no game either. I mostly stick to myself or my small group of friends.
Unlike 40 year old virgin, i dont have many problems talking to people, but I dont go around talking about SCORING and smacking nuts and so forth...
The thing with the movie is that it was all very plausable, and a little frightening.
I could see how he ended up in that situation.
After all, how long do you keep trying untill you finally call it quit..
Right now... Im 21. I've never had a Girlfriend in my life. I try my best to be a gentalman, and not some prick. Hasnt gotten me really any were.
There have been women who have shown interest in me, but there were "circumstances" to them. Either i didnt feel the same way, or it would just be taking advantage of the girl. ANd thats something i coulnd do.
And mind you, these women were FEW and FAR between.
High School killed alot of confidance I had....After High School, what was left was snuffed out by various things....
Weight, inexperiance, not being that good looking to begin with didnt help either. I talk too much, and the shit i say either dosnt make sense, or its a bunch of useless facts, or my crappy opnion on something.
So were am i now....
Basicly were i was in High School.
Still working at the theater, still fat, and not the greatest social life.
Its hard sometimes, but when you dont have any options, you just kinda let it wash over you and do something else to take you mind off of it.
But it dose suck a lot though.
So...Im going to go play my PS2, watch my dvd set of the SUPERMAN cartoon from the 90's and reshuffle my statues and figures around, as my room as gotten kinda boring
Monday, January 17, 2011
July 18th, 2005
Subject : I have returned from the MECCA!
Posted Date: : Jul 19, 2005 10:01 PM
I have spent the last 4 days (thrusday-sunday) in the holy land... SAN DIEGO! Comic Con to be more presice.
Spending the the week with my usuall posse, we packed up and headed down to the promise land, along with 20000 other people from around the world to celebrate GEEKDOME.
Thursday....Checked in, bought some merchandise, got to see the ADULT SWIM pitch panel (and possibly the coolest, most hatefull new show coming soon, MINORITEAM!) We then checked in to our hotel. ONLY DAY ONE!
FRIDAY!- Met BRUCE FUCKING CAMPBELL!!! Stood in line for an hour for his autograph, but now he and Sam Raimi have signed my EVIL DEAD dvd. SWEET!!!! Met JOHEN VASQUEZ (almost missed the other ADULT SWIM PANNEL, but the fates were with me this week, as i managed to get his autograph on my INVADER ZIM DVD and still got into the pannel) Got my AQUA TEEN HUNGER FORCE DVD signed by the creators. Perchased some Graphic Novels and a Chasing Amy poster. Got Jim Lee to sign my copy of BATMAN ALLSTARS and i got my Street Fighter comics signed by the artisist. Got some grub at IN and OUT and turned in for the night.
SATURDAY- Sat in one room ALL DAY (8 hours to be presice)
In this room i saw the following:
Charlize Theron pimp Aeon Flux
Kevin Smith Rant for an hour.
The cast of Firefly and Joss Weadon talk about Serinity
Kate Beckinsale talk about UNDERWORLD 2
Marke Steven Johnson show us what he's doing with GHOST RIDER
The cast of STEALTH (Jamie Foxx, Jessica Beil, and the guy from Sweet Home alabama) pimp their shit.
Peter Jackson Sent a video and 3 minutes of KING KONG, and i wet my pants at the TREX fight they showed. Then JACK BLACK, Naomi Watts and Adrian Brody came out and did Q and A.
THEN to cap off the night....at least on the panels, KEVIN SMITH came out and introduced the greastest band in the world..TENACIOUS D!!! who preceeded to ROCK THE FUCKING HOSE DOWN!!!!!!! In the sweetest set of music made by the hands of man.
I then went upstairs to watch the costume masqurade. Back at the hotel and caught some ZZZ.
SUNDAY- The day i did all of my main buying. I purcahsed a BATTLE ROYALE 1 and 2 dvd set. GODZILLA FINAL WARS Monster X figure, a HE MAN Bust (46/3500), The rest of JOHEN VASQUEZE's books, Back issues of various comics i needed, Battle Royale vol. 13, Godzilla Mogura figure. and a KEVIN SMITH Comic Con Exclusive figure. I took pics and left the land of milk and honey, a little sad, but much better for the time i had.
I met many people, i did many things, and for my 11 conceutive comic con in a row, it was probably one of the best i've been to.
July 2006 cannot get here any faster.
Posted Date: : Jul 19, 2005 10:01 PM
I have spent the last 4 days (thrusday-sunday) in the holy land... SAN DIEGO! Comic Con to be more presice.
Spending the the week with my usuall posse, we packed up and headed down to the promise land, along with 20000 other people from around the world to celebrate GEEKDOME.
Thursday....Checked in, bought some merchandise, got to see the ADULT SWIM pitch panel (and possibly the coolest, most hatefull new show coming soon, MINORITEAM!) We then checked in to our hotel. ONLY DAY ONE!
FRIDAY!- Met BRUCE FUCKING CAMPBELL!!! Stood in line for an hour for his autograph, but now he and Sam Raimi have signed my EVIL DEAD dvd. SWEET!!!! Met JOHEN VASQUEZ (almost missed the other ADULT SWIM PANNEL, but the fates were with me this week, as i managed to get his autograph on my INVADER ZIM DVD and still got into the pannel) Got my AQUA TEEN HUNGER FORCE DVD signed by the creators. Perchased some Graphic Novels and a Chasing Amy poster. Got Jim Lee to sign my copy of BATMAN ALLSTARS and i got my Street Fighter comics signed by the artisist. Got some grub at IN and OUT and turned in for the night.
SATURDAY- Sat in one room ALL DAY (8 hours to be presice)
In this room i saw the following:
Charlize Theron pimp Aeon Flux
Kevin Smith Rant for an hour.
The cast of Firefly and Joss Weadon talk about Serinity
Kate Beckinsale talk about UNDERWORLD 2
Marke Steven Johnson show us what he's doing with GHOST RIDER
The cast of STEALTH (Jamie Foxx, Jessica Beil, and the guy from Sweet Home alabama) pimp their shit.
Peter Jackson Sent a video and 3 minutes of KING KONG, and i wet my pants at the TREX fight they showed. Then JACK BLACK, Naomi Watts and Adrian Brody came out and did Q and A.
THEN to cap off the night....at least on the panels, KEVIN SMITH came out and introduced the greastest band in the world..TENACIOUS D!!! who preceeded to ROCK THE FUCKING HOSE DOWN!!!!!!! In the sweetest set of music made by the hands of man.
I then went upstairs to watch the costume masqurade. Back at the hotel and caught some ZZZ.
SUNDAY- The day i did all of my main buying. I purcahsed a BATTLE ROYALE 1 and 2 dvd set. GODZILLA FINAL WARS Monster X figure, a HE MAN Bust (46/3500), The rest of JOHEN VASQUEZE's books, Back issues of various comics i needed, Battle Royale vol. 13, Godzilla Mogura figure. and a KEVIN SMITH Comic Con Exclusive figure. I took pics and left the land of milk and honey, a little sad, but much better for the time i had.
I met many people, i did many things, and for my 11 conceutive comic con in a row, it was probably one of the best i've been to.
July 2006 cannot get here any faster.
August 3rd, 2007
Subject : IT HAS COME TO MY ATTENTION THAT IM FULL OF HATE...............
Posted Date: : Aug 3, 2005 2:33 AM
And i am! SO FULL OF IT!!!!!
Not the racist
type of hate...... but a shared hatred for ALL PEOPLE!!! Well.. Not everyone...Just Groups and certin individuals. See... The last couple of months in my Condo Complex havent been the greatest... Back in May, my Car was broken into...A week to the day after my brother's car was broken into.... Then!!! 2 weeks after that happend, i come home at night to find NO PARKING SPACES in my complex cause several FORIGEN CARS are parked there.(We have a lot of MEXICANS living around here... I dont hate mexicans, but they do tend to allow more people than they should to live with them) So i park on the main street, which is WESTERN ST. I head out the next day to go to work when, LOW and BEHOLD! Some one felt that me having 2 side view mirrors was just too much, and proceeded to DESTROY! my DRIVER side mirror. Now that was almost 3 months ago.... Last week opend up a whole new can of shit.... See, our complex has an association... People who live here who run a mock board member like group, who, since life obviously didnt give them anything to do, decided to exert some little bit of power over the people who live in the complex. So when you move in, you have to sign some stuipd fucking form. Well, apparently, there are CERTIAN rules and criteria to just live around here. LIKE..."no parking infront of your garage" I can see that because it is a MINOR fire hazzard. Well, my brother parks there for about an hour or so cause there's no were else to park, and some one bitches about it. Well, 2 days later, we get a FEW more notices...they came in 2 envalopes, each one had 2 and 3 diffrent complaint forms in them. and they read like so: We have been informed that you have: LEFT YOUR WELCOME MAT HANG ON THE WALL IN THE FRONT OF YOUR HOUSE FOR MORE THAN A DAY YOU ARE COMING HOME AFTER MIDNIGHT YOU ARE SLAMMING THE DOOR YOU ARE BEING NOISY GOING UP AND DOWN YOUR STAIRS YOU ARE LEAVING YOUR TRASHCAN OUT MUCH TOO LONG AFTER PICK UP and every time you get something like this...Its gose on a STRIKE system. The door slamming was the SECOND STRIKE of the same complaint. Now, when i read these...I was a little annoyed. Because it was our neighbors...The ones with the 800 cats who crap in my flower bed, get into my garage and piss every were, who fight with the other neighbors cats and POSSUMS and sratch on the screen doors all night..BUT CANT POSSIBLY BE DISTERBING anyone...who "wrote" the complaints. This bugs me because they couldnt just walk 8 feet to my door, knock, and just ask to be a little quite or tell us what their problem with us is? It wouldnt bug me if they did it that way... I prefer to be upfront and formal that to just go bitch off to a faceless accociation. Because every time we get a complaint, our LAND LORD gets one too! Shes a little understanding about some of this stuff, but the womans also a friggin nutjob when it comes to CLEANLY NESS! So for the last several hours, everyone in my house has been scrubbing the place to make it look like no one ever lives here because thats the type of cleanlyness this woman likes, because she's coming by to talk to us about these complaints. So now my head hurts and im really pissed off. I hate the nieghborhood as it is...Now my neighbor's are really pissing me off because im now more than sure that these are the same assholes who called the cops on me for watching tv at 11 pm at night. Which brings me to a point on one of the subjects... Our landlord called to the association today..It turns out my neighbor is on said association. Our land lord told my mom, who told me, that the guy (who i think is talking on be half of his heffer bitch wife) donst like to be woken up at night because "its too hard to go back to sleep" Hence the bitching for coming in after midnight... But, there aint anything i can do about that because i WORK! He dosnt as he's fucking retired (the guys in his 70's) My job entails me to be there untill 1130 everynight that i work, sometimes PAST MIDNIGHT!! I get home usually after midnight because i usally go get somethign to eat, then im up for a couple of more hours because i couldnt do anything during the day because i was at WORK!! So i usually hit bed around 4 am mostly. But his fucking cats are keeping ME UP with their meowing and fucking fighting among each other!!! But no..apparently he's more important...so we all need to bow before him... WEll FUCK HIM! Hell, we dont even talk to the bastards! but their thrwoing a bitch fit over minor shit! That, and the idiots that come into my work....Its just a jolly fucking day out every time i stepinto the "REAL" world. I really fucking hate people...i wish a lot of them would just DIE!! at least the ones with no commonsense or who feel that they need everything spelled out for them.... Yeah...Lifes fucking great isnt it!
Posted Date: : Aug 3, 2005 2:33 AM
And i am! SO FULL OF IT!!!!!
Not the racist
type of hate...... but a shared hatred for ALL PEOPLE!!! Well.. Not everyone...Just Groups and certin individuals. See... The last couple of months in my Condo Complex havent been the greatest... Back in May, my Car was broken into...A week to the day after my brother's car was broken into.... Then!!! 2 weeks after that happend, i come home at night to find NO PARKING SPACES in my complex cause several FORIGEN CARS are parked there.(We have a lot of MEXICANS living around here... I dont hate mexicans, but they do tend to allow more people than they should to live with them) So i park on the main street, which is WESTERN ST. I head out the next day to go to work when, LOW and BEHOLD! Some one felt that me having 2 side view mirrors was just too much, and proceeded to DESTROY! my DRIVER side mirror. Now that was almost 3 months ago.... Last week opend up a whole new can of shit.... See, our complex has an association... People who live here who run a mock board member like group, who, since life obviously didnt give them anything to do, decided to exert some little bit of power over the people who live in the complex. So when you move in, you have to sign some stuipd fucking form. Well, apparently, there are CERTIAN rules and criteria to just live around here. LIKE..."no parking infront of your garage" I can see that because it is a MINOR fire hazzard. Well, my brother parks there for about an hour or so cause there's no were else to park, and some one bitches about it. Well, 2 days later, we get a FEW more notices...they came in 2 envalopes, each one had 2 and 3 diffrent complaint forms in them. and they read like so: We have been informed that you have: LEFT YOUR WELCOME MAT HANG ON THE WALL IN THE FRONT OF YOUR HOUSE FOR MORE THAN A DAY YOU ARE COMING HOME AFTER MIDNIGHT YOU ARE SLAMMING THE DOOR YOU ARE BEING NOISY GOING UP AND DOWN YOUR STAIRS YOU ARE LEAVING YOUR TRASHCAN OUT MUCH TOO LONG AFTER PICK UP and every time you get something like this...Its gose on a STRIKE system. The door slamming was the SECOND STRIKE of the same complaint. Now, when i read these...I was a little annoyed. Because it was our neighbors...The ones with the 800 cats who crap in my flower bed, get into my garage and piss every were, who fight with the other neighbors cats and POSSUMS and sratch on the screen doors all night..BUT CANT POSSIBLY BE DISTERBING anyone...who "wrote" the complaints. This bugs me because they couldnt just walk 8 feet to my door, knock, and just ask to be a little quite or tell us what their problem with us is? It wouldnt bug me if they did it that way... I prefer to be upfront and formal that to just go bitch off to a faceless accociation. Because every time we get a complaint, our LAND LORD gets one too! Shes a little understanding about some of this stuff, but the womans also a friggin nutjob when it comes to CLEANLY NESS! So for the last several hours, everyone in my house has been scrubbing the place to make it look like no one ever lives here because thats the type of cleanlyness this woman likes, because she's coming by to talk to us about these complaints. So now my head hurts and im really pissed off. I hate the nieghborhood as it is...Now my neighbor's are really pissing me off because im now more than sure that these are the same assholes who called the cops on me for watching tv at 11 pm at night. Which brings me to a point on one of the subjects... Our landlord called to the association today..It turns out my neighbor is on said association. Our land lord told my mom, who told me, that the guy (who i think is talking on be half of his heffer bitch wife) donst like to be woken up at night because "its too hard to go back to sleep" Hence the bitching for coming in after midnight... But, there aint anything i can do about that because i WORK! He dosnt as he's fucking retired (the guys in his 70's) My job entails me to be there untill 1130 everynight that i work, sometimes PAST MIDNIGHT!! I get home usually after midnight because i usally go get somethign to eat, then im up for a couple of more hours because i couldnt do anything during the day because i was at WORK!! So i usually hit bed around 4 am mostly. But his fucking cats are keeping ME UP with their meowing and fucking fighting among each other!!! But no..apparently he's more important...so we all need to bow before him... WEll FUCK HIM! Hell, we dont even talk to the bastards! but their thrwoing a bitch fit over minor shit! That, and the idiots that come into my work....Its just a jolly fucking day out every time i stepinto the "REAL" world. I really fucking hate people...i wish a lot of them would just DIE!! at least the ones with no commonsense or who feel that they need everything spelled out for them.... Yeah...Lifes fucking great isnt it!
May 31st, 2005
Subject : Its all about the shorties!
Posted Date: : May 31, 2005 2:39 AM
Mother of GOD! What a fucking week...
Star Wars opend.... And my work got it......
So for the last week.. I have been working horrible hours..and dealing with the lowest of life..... Something the circus wouldnt even take...
Then...We got Madagasacar at work...... THE CHILDREN....Horrible.
The country's going to hell...and its going to be because parents bought their children all of the unessisary crap that they dont need.... LIKE SHOES WITH FUCKING WEELS BUILT IN!!!!!! WHAT THE FUCK IS UP WITH THAT....I CANT STAND THOSE GOD DAMN THINGS....And another thing...DO 9 year olds REALLY NEED A GODDAMN CELL PHONE???????? These kids are fucking spolied!!!! And their all assholes to boot!!! Not to mention that i've seen couples in my work that obvioulsy find COMDOMS and other forms of birth control offensive...Hell i saw a couple that looked no older that 18 with 2 kids...(trust me...they belonged to them) Not to mention the whitest of the WHITE TRASH (mullets and missing teeth in all) with children.( why do the uglest of people feel that they need to breed the most?) Oh..and lets not for get the MExicans.... Ones that speak broken english and have 7 kids (all within a year apart of each other mind you) who like to show up almost a half hour late for the movie...Buy the tickets.. then spend another half hour buying food (its tough when you cant add.. so you dont know that buying3 small drinks and a medium popcorn is more expensive than buying 2 large drinks and a LARGE popcorn...but they're special apparently) then going in to the movie...Mid show.. and be as loud as hell before finally finding a seat.
Top that off with LIttle sleep... and my friend trying to kill herself...and you can just call it a jolly week in my life........
AH...gotta love it.........
Posted Date: : May 31, 2005 2:39 AM
Mother of GOD! What a fucking week...
Star Wars opend.... And my work got it......
So for the last week.. I have been working horrible hours..and dealing with the lowest of life..... Something the circus wouldnt even take...
Then...We got Madagasacar at work...... THE CHILDREN....Horrible.
The country's going to hell...and its going to be because parents bought their children all of the unessisary crap that they dont need.... LIKE SHOES WITH FUCKING WEELS BUILT IN!!!!!! WHAT THE FUCK IS UP WITH THAT....I CANT STAND THOSE GOD DAMN THINGS....And another thing...DO 9 year olds REALLY NEED A GODDAMN CELL PHONE???????? These kids are fucking spolied!!!! And their all assholes to boot!!! Not to mention that i've seen couples in my work that obvioulsy find COMDOMS and other forms of birth control offensive...Hell i saw a couple that looked no older that 18 with 2 kids...(trust me...they belonged to them) Not to mention the whitest of the WHITE TRASH (mullets and missing teeth in all) with children.( why do the uglest of people feel that they need to breed the most?) Oh..and lets not for get the MExicans.... Ones that speak broken english and have 7 kids (all within a year apart of each other mind you) who like to show up almost a half hour late for the movie...Buy the tickets.. then spend another half hour buying food (its tough when you cant add.. so you dont know that buying3 small drinks and a medium popcorn is more expensive than buying 2 large drinks and a LARGE popcorn...but they're special apparently) then going in to the movie...Mid show.. and be as loud as hell before finally finding a seat.
Top that off with LIttle sleep... and my friend trying to kill herself...and you can just call it a jolly week in my life........
AH...gotta love it.........
July 4th, 2005
Subject : My Ass got WORKED....
Posted Date: : Jul 4, 2005 2:21 AM
Couple of hours ago, I boxed my friend Joey at another friends house. Friendly fight mind you, and a REMATCH from about 2 years ago ( I WON, but he was drunk at the time). Well, being the person that i am, ACHING to fight someone ( i have a lot of aggression) i jumped at the chance to box. Well, 2 years, a lot has changed. IM now 50 lbs heavier, not to mention that i havent done anything really physical in a long ass time. Also, earlier in the night, i had a 40 ounce choclate shake, and JOEY's lady Alica said i had to take a double shot to even out the match (Joey had been drinking all night, but wasnt drunk) So, on a full stomach, now filled with 2 shots of Tequila 1 mintue before i go out, i box.
and i got worked.
I admit it, i got worked.
I got maybe 3 good shots in, but Joey landed the frist good punch to the head, spun me, and a couple of seconds to kick in, and i went down. Not hard. But i got some sense as to how hard of a punch Joey throws. I get back up and go at it. Several shots later, im out of breath, and ready to throw up ( combo of being winded and the Tequila coming back up) So I ended the match. Joey and i shook and that was that.
But now i realize just how bad im out of shape. I didnt last 3 mintues boxing my friend, and i still got worked. I barley blocked and i was pulling back most of the fight. Maybe now is the time to really look at getting back in to some sort of physical conditon that dosnt involve me gasping for breath ever time i jog 10 feet and i can wear regular LARGE shirts again.
I dont mind the SIZE im at, its the poor condition and excess flab.
Not to mention the Ego took yet another blow tonight.
Posted Date: : Jul 4, 2005 2:21 AM
Couple of hours ago, I boxed my friend Joey at another friends house. Friendly fight mind you, and a REMATCH from about 2 years ago ( I WON, but he was drunk at the time). Well, being the person that i am, ACHING to fight someone ( i have a lot of aggression) i jumped at the chance to box. Well, 2 years, a lot has changed. IM now 50 lbs heavier, not to mention that i havent done anything really physical in a long ass time. Also, earlier in the night, i had a 40 ounce choclate shake, and JOEY's lady Alica said i had to take a double shot to even out the match (Joey had been drinking all night, but wasnt drunk) So, on a full stomach, now filled with 2 shots of Tequila 1 mintue before i go out, i box.
and i got worked.
I admit it, i got worked.
I got maybe 3 good shots in, but Joey landed the frist good punch to the head, spun me, and a couple of seconds to kick in, and i went down. Not hard. But i got some sense as to how hard of a punch Joey throws. I get back up and go at it. Several shots later, im out of breath, and ready to throw up ( combo of being winded and the Tequila coming back up) So I ended the match. Joey and i shook and that was that.
But now i realize just how bad im out of shape. I didnt last 3 mintues boxing my friend, and i still got worked. I barley blocked and i was pulling back most of the fight. Maybe now is the time to really look at getting back in to some sort of physical conditon that dosnt involve me gasping for breath ever time i jog 10 feet and i can wear regular LARGE shirts again.
I dont mind the SIZE im at, its the poor condition and excess flab.
Not to mention the Ego took yet another blow tonight.
July 11th, 2005
Subject : Interesting....This is the story of my fucking life.
Posted Date: : Jul 11, 2005 8:56 PM
I found this little essay to be quite amusing, yet painfully true.
"This is a tribute to the nice guys. The nice guys that finish last, that never become more than friends, that endure hours of whining and bitching about what assholes guys are, while disproving the very point. This is dedicated to those guys who always provide a shoulder to lean on but restrain themselves to tentative hugs, those guys who hold open doors and give reassuring pats on the back and sit patiently outside the changing room at department stores. This is in honor of the guys that obligingly reiterate how cute/beautiful/smart/funny/sexy their female friends are at the appropriate moment, because they know most girls need that litany of support. This is in honor of the guys with open minds, with laid-back attitudes, with honest concern. This is in honor of the guys who respect a girl’s every facet, from her privacy to her theology to her clothing style.
This is for the guys who escort their drunk, bewildered female friends back from parties and never take advantage once they’re at her door, for the guys who accompany girls to bars as buffers against the rest of the creepy male population, for the guys who know a girl is fishing for compliments but give them out anyway, for the guys who always play by the rules in a game where the rules favor cheaters, for the guys who are accredited as boyfriend material but somehow don’t end up being boyfriends, for all the nice guys who are overlooked, underestimated, and unappreciated, for all the nice guys who are manipulated, misled, and unjustly abandoned, this is for you.
This is for that time she left 40 urgent messages on your cell phone, and when you called her back, she spent three hours painstakingly dissecting two sentences her boyfriend said to her over dinner. And even though you thought her boyfriend was a chump and a jerk, you assured her that it was all ok and she shouldn’t worry about it. This is for that time she interrupted the best killing spree you’d ever orchestrated in GTA3 to rant about a rumor that romantically linked her and the guy she thinks is the most repulsive person in the world. And even though you thought it was immature and you had nothing against the guy, you paused the game for two hours and helped her concoct a counter-rumor to spread around the floor. This is also for that time she didn’t have a date, so after numerous vows that there was nothing “serious” between the two of you, she dragged you to a party where you knew nobody, the beer was awful, and she flirted shamelessly with you, justifying each fit of reckless teasing by announcing to everyone: “oh, but we’re just friends!” And even though you were invited purely as a symbolic warm body for her ego, you went anyways. Because you’re nice like that.
The nice guys don’t often get credit where credit is due. And perhaps more disturbing, the nice guys don’t seem to get laid as often as they should. And I wish I could logically explain this trend, but I can’t. From what I have observed on campus and what I have learned from talking to friends at other schools and in the workplace, the only conclusion I can form is that many girls are just illogical, manipulative bitches. Many of them claim they just want to date a nice guy, but when presented with such a specimen, they say irrational, confusing things such as “oh, he’s too nice to date” or “he would be a good boyfriend but he’s not for me” or “he already puts up with so much from me, I couldn’t possibly ask him out!” OR THE MOST FRUSTRATING OF THEM ALL: “no, it would ruin our friendship.” Yet, they continue to lament the lack of datable men in the world, and they expect their too-nice-to-date male friends to sympathize and apologize for the men that are jerks. Sorry, guys, girls like that are beyond my ability to fathom. I can’t figure out why the connection breaks down between what they say (I want a nice guy!) and what they do (I’m going to sleep with this complete ass now!). But one thing I can do, is say that the nice-guy-finishes-last phenomenon doesn’t last forever. There are definitely many girls who grow out of that train of thought and realize they should be dating the nice guys, not taking them for granted. The tricky part is finding those girls, and even trickier, finding the ones that are single.
So, until those girls are found, I propose a toast to all the nice guys. You know who you are, and I know you’re sick of hearing yourself described as ubiquitously nice. But the truth of the matter is, the world needs your patience in the department store, your holding open of doors, your party escorting services, your propensity to be a sucker for a pretty smile. For all the crazy, inane, absurd things you tolerate, for all the situations where you are the faceless, nameless hero, my accolades, my acknowledgement, and my gratitude go out to you. You do have credibility in this society, and your well deserved vindication is coming."
A story i know ALL too fucking well. But i know for a fact that women, no matter how "Good" they are, always want an asshole and to be treated like shit from said asshole. They put themselve through this for the longest time because DEEP fucking down, they get off on it. A woman, for some God only knows reason, likes to be fucked with (in both senses). They then bitch about it, and put themselves through hell over it, but they stay with said asshole. They want to be treated nice, and told that their beautiful and all that shit, but deep down, they want to be treated like a red headed step child. Used and Abused (physically and menatlly) Now there are always exceptions to everything, and there are women out there who know excatly what they want, but the rest, well, they claim not to be, but they are shallow beings only wanted to be fucked over again and again.
And for us "Good" guys, we must play along with GOD's crule design.
Posted Date: : Jul 11, 2005 8:56 PM
I found this little essay to be quite amusing, yet painfully true.
"This is a tribute to the nice guys. The nice guys that finish last, that never become more than friends, that endure hours of whining and bitching about what assholes guys are, while disproving the very point. This is dedicated to those guys who always provide a shoulder to lean on but restrain themselves to tentative hugs, those guys who hold open doors and give reassuring pats on the back and sit patiently outside the changing room at department stores. This is in honor of the guys that obligingly reiterate how cute/beautiful/smart/funny/sexy their female friends are at the appropriate moment, because they know most girls need that litany of support. This is in honor of the guys with open minds, with laid-back attitudes, with honest concern. This is in honor of the guys who respect a girl’s every facet, from her privacy to her theology to her clothing style.
This is for the guys who escort their drunk, bewildered female friends back from parties and never take advantage once they’re at her door, for the guys who accompany girls to bars as buffers against the rest of the creepy male population, for the guys who know a girl is fishing for compliments but give them out anyway, for the guys who always play by the rules in a game where the rules favor cheaters, for the guys who are accredited as boyfriend material but somehow don’t end up being boyfriends, for all the nice guys who are overlooked, underestimated, and unappreciated, for all the nice guys who are manipulated, misled, and unjustly abandoned, this is for you.
This is for that time she left 40 urgent messages on your cell phone, and when you called her back, she spent three hours painstakingly dissecting two sentences her boyfriend said to her over dinner. And even though you thought her boyfriend was a chump and a jerk, you assured her that it was all ok and she shouldn’t worry about it. This is for that time she interrupted the best killing spree you’d ever orchestrated in GTA3 to rant about a rumor that romantically linked her and the guy she thinks is the most repulsive person in the world. And even though you thought it was immature and you had nothing against the guy, you paused the game for two hours and helped her concoct a counter-rumor to spread around the floor. This is also for that time she didn’t have a date, so after numerous vows that there was nothing “serious” between the two of you, she dragged you to a party where you knew nobody, the beer was awful, and she flirted shamelessly with you, justifying each fit of reckless teasing by announcing to everyone: “oh, but we’re just friends!” And even though you were invited purely as a symbolic warm body for her ego, you went anyways. Because you’re nice like that.
The nice guys don’t often get credit where credit is due. And perhaps more disturbing, the nice guys don’t seem to get laid as often as they should. And I wish I could logically explain this trend, but I can’t. From what I have observed on campus and what I have learned from talking to friends at other schools and in the workplace, the only conclusion I can form is that many girls are just illogical, manipulative bitches. Many of them claim they just want to date a nice guy, but when presented with such a specimen, they say irrational, confusing things such as “oh, he’s too nice to date” or “he would be a good boyfriend but he’s not for me” or “he already puts up with so much from me, I couldn’t possibly ask him out!” OR THE MOST FRUSTRATING OF THEM ALL: “no, it would ruin our friendship.” Yet, they continue to lament the lack of datable men in the world, and they expect their too-nice-to-date male friends to sympathize and apologize for the men that are jerks. Sorry, guys, girls like that are beyond my ability to fathom. I can’t figure out why the connection breaks down between what they say (I want a nice guy!) and what they do (I’m going to sleep with this complete ass now!). But one thing I can do, is say that the nice-guy-finishes-last phenomenon doesn’t last forever. There are definitely many girls who grow out of that train of thought and realize they should be dating the nice guys, not taking them for granted. The tricky part is finding those girls, and even trickier, finding the ones that are single.
So, until those girls are found, I propose a toast to all the nice guys. You know who you are, and I know you’re sick of hearing yourself described as ubiquitously nice. But the truth of the matter is, the world needs your patience in the department store, your holding open of doors, your party escorting services, your propensity to be a sucker for a pretty smile. For all the crazy, inane, absurd things you tolerate, for all the situations where you are the faceless, nameless hero, my accolades, my acknowledgement, and my gratitude go out to you. You do have credibility in this society, and your well deserved vindication is coming."
A story i know ALL too fucking well. But i know for a fact that women, no matter how "Good" they are, always want an asshole and to be treated like shit from said asshole. They put themselve through this for the longest time because DEEP fucking down, they get off on it. A woman, for some God only knows reason, likes to be fucked with (in both senses). They then bitch about it, and put themselves through hell over it, but they stay with said asshole. They want to be treated nice, and told that their beautiful and all that shit, but deep down, they want to be treated like a red headed step child. Used and Abused (physically and menatlly) Now there are always exceptions to everything, and there are women out there who know excatly what they want, but the rest, well, they claim not to be, but they are shallow beings only wanted to be fucked over again and again.
And for us "Good" guys, we must play along with GOD's crule design.
Sunday, January 16, 2011
December 30th, 2007
Subject : Top movies of 06
Posted Date: : Dec 30, 2006 11:30 PM
Well, the year is over, and sans seeing Pans Labrynth tomarrow, i've made up my list of top movies for the year.
10. TIE: The Departed and Beerfest
9. Borat
8. Tenacious D in the Pick of Destiny
7. Hard Candy
6. Little Miss Sunshine
5. This film is not yet rated
4. Thank you for Smoking
3. Rockey Balboa
2. Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead mans Chest
1. Clerks 2.
and the honrable mention
snakes on a plane
underworld: evolution
over the hedge
V for Vendetta
Jackass 2
Slither
Silent Hill
MI:3
Fast and the Furious: Tokyo Drift
Posted Date: : Dec 30, 2006 11:30 PM
Well, the year is over, and sans seeing Pans Labrynth tomarrow, i've made up my list of top movies for the year.
10. TIE: The Departed and Beerfest
9. Borat
8. Tenacious D in the Pick of Destiny
7. Hard Candy
6. Little Miss Sunshine
5. This film is not yet rated
4. Thank you for Smoking
3. Rockey Balboa
2. Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead mans Chest
1. Clerks 2.
and the honrable mention
snakes on a plane
underworld: evolution
over the hedge
V for Vendetta
Jackass 2
Slither
Silent Hill
MI:3
Fast and the Furious: Tokyo Drift
March 4th, 2007
Subject : AND OTHER THING!!!
Posted Date: : Mar 4, 2007 1:39 AM
I've touched on this before, but since Im in a fucking ranting mood right now.. I'm going to get on it again..
I was having a discussion the other day on the ZONE... under the topic of things that piss you off..
I went on a rant about people who get married before the age of 25 or get married while in the millitary just make me fucking angry and annoyed alot of the time...
The conversation went on and the person I was having it with spoke her peace and I respect her opnion.. as it is hers and what she took from it is perfectly fine..
But for me.. my view on such things just dont sit well with me.
What brought this up was in the last year or so, though either surfing myspace or actually running into these people, a decent amount of people that I knew in High School are already fucking married or have a kid. All of them under the age of 25.
This shit just bugs the fuck out of me because 9/10 these kinds of relationships dont last, and the marriage is just sort of something "GROWN UP" or "COOL" to fucking do. 9/10 of these kinds of relationships usually end in divorce... the kid thing is even worse because now you got a kid who's parents probably wont be around at the same time.. and yes thats a good thing some times, but in the situations where both parents are still in the kid's life, thats not fair to the fucking kid.
The military thing bugs me even more because this day and age, theres not a newscast (not as much anymore because its too depressing to show and dosnt garner ratings and hurts the bush administrations war efforts) were you hear about a solider getting killed in action, and they talk to the widow, and it turns out that they were young, married and had a fucking family.
Thats really fucking shitty.
But you know something, people fucking now these risks but still and go and get married and start a family... and the goverment encourages this shit, as you get paid more if you're married or have a family in the military.. that might work fine for a carrer solider, but not for someone who joined for other oprotunites or had nothing eles to do after highschool...
If I was incharge.. I would make it to where you couldnt get married untill you're service was done... Its a proven fact that people are ballsier when they have nothing to lose, so why would you want you're solider to have the thought in the back of his or her head that if they die in battle that they'll never see their family again? People tend to question their descisions and something like that could get you killed or maimed...
Its just irriating to me..
Maybe because np one takes marriage seriously anymore.. These asshole religous fanatics thump around about the SASCTITY of marriage.. but the fucking divorce rate in the country is at %60. And that being married over 20 years is a fucking landmark now adays... This is why I dont give a fuck if gays get married, because to me, very few take marriage serioulsy any more..
The only time i condone marriage under 25 is if its someone like my friends who recently got married. They're both under 25, but they've been together for 8 years already.. thick and thin, if a relationship has gone on that long already, then yeah, marriage is fine...
I dont know why this kind of thing pisses me off so much... Maybe its the fact that my grandparents have been married for almost 60 years, or the fact that my parents called it quits after 16 years, or the fact that the news and other media focus so much on celeberty relationships and that anyone who dates more than 6 months is almost expected to get married, and divorces are even more widely coverd and common place....
It all just fucking irritates me. I just would like to think that there is some fucking common sense out there. You're early 20's are for exploring the world. Meeting new people learning about life, not settling down right away....
I need to go hit something now...
Posted Date: : Mar 4, 2007 1:39 AM
I've touched on this before, but since Im in a fucking ranting mood right now.. I'm going to get on it again..
I was having a discussion the other day on the ZONE... under the topic of things that piss you off..
I went on a rant about people who get married before the age of 25 or get married while in the millitary just make me fucking angry and annoyed alot of the time...
The conversation went on and the person I was having it with spoke her peace and I respect her opnion.. as it is hers and what she took from it is perfectly fine..
But for me.. my view on such things just dont sit well with me.
What brought this up was in the last year or so, though either surfing myspace or actually running into these people, a decent amount of people that I knew in High School are already fucking married or have a kid. All of them under the age of 25.
This shit just bugs the fuck out of me because 9/10 these kinds of relationships dont last, and the marriage is just sort of something "GROWN UP" or "COOL" to fucking do. 9/10 of these kinds of relationships usually end in divorce... the kid thing is even worse because now you got a kid who's parents probably wont be around at the same time.. and yes thats a good thing some times, but in the situations where both parents are still in the kid's life, thats not fair to the fucking kid.
The military thing bugs me even more because this day and age, theres not a newscast (not as much anymore because its too depressing to show and dosnt garner ratings and hurts the bush administrations war efforts) were you hear about a solider getting killed in action, and they talk to the widow, and it turns out that they were young, married and had a fucking family.
Thats really fucking shitty.
But you know something, people fucking now these risks but still and go and get married and start a family... and the goverment encourages this shit, as you get paid more if you're married or have a family in the military.. that might work fine for a carrer solider, but not for someone who joined for other oprotunites or had nothing eles to do after highschool...
If I was incharge.. I would make it to where you couldnt get married untill you're service was done... Its a proven fact that people are ballsier when they have nothing to lose, so why would you want you're solider to have the thought in the back of his or her head that if they die in battle that they'll never see their family again? People tend to question their descisions and something like that could get you killed or maimed...
Its just irriating to me..
Maybe because np one takes marriage seriously anymore.. These asshole religous fanatics thump around about the SASCTITY of marriage.. but the fucking divorce rate in the country is at %60. And that being married over 20 years is a fucking landmark now adays... This is why I dont give a fuck if gays get married, because to me, very few take marriage serioulsy any more..
The only time i condone marriage under 25 is if its someone like my friends who recently got married. They're both under 25, but they've been together for 8 years already.. thick and thin, if a relationship has gone on that long already, then yeah, marriage is fine...
I dont know why this kind of thing pisses me off so much... Maybe its the fact that my grandparents have been married for almost 60 years, or the fact that my parents called it quits after 16 years, or the fact that the news and other media focus so much on celeberty relationships and that anyone who dates more than 6 months is almost expected to get married, and divorces are even more widely coverd and common place....
It all just fucking irritates me. I just would like to think that there is some fucking common sense out there. You're early 20's are for exploring the world. Meeting new people learning about life, not settling down right away....
I need to go hit something now...
April 19th, 2007
Subject : AS OF LATE..... These things.....
Posted Date: : Apr 19, 2007 12:14 AM
So.. its been a few weeks since i've botherd to write anything.
In those few weeks a nice chunk of shit has happend.
First off. Im moving from my place in STANTON, and back to Cypress, about 200 yeards from my previous home in Cypress. The place is smaller, but cheeper. So for the last few days I've been moving shit back and forth and its been a headach as my mother gose to depth con 4 with anything like this. So the stress factor has been through the roof. Im hoping by the end of this week that everything will be moved, as our land lord is breathing down our asses about coming in and starting to work on the place. I"ve argued this as we've paid for the month so that we could move out. We're there till the 27th, and can be there till then, and untill out contract is up, our land lord shouldnt even be worrying about any of the shit with the place till we're gone. Not now. The new place is perfect with me, but my mom nitpicks the place to death because its not "NEW" like she likes. We fouind a place that was "NEWER" but it was smaller and more expensive and in a shitty neighborhood, and she wanted that place insted, I didnt.
A plus side is that, after my 23 years of exsistance, I WILL FINALLY HAVE CABLE IN MY HOME! As we cant watch any TV with out it at this new place.
To add to more stress, my car died yesterday in a Target Parking lot. Thanks to a friend, and 3 hours of driving around and trying to unhook the practically fused on battery, my car is now running fine... for now...
My computer problems contiue...I've been arguing with my grandparents that I dont need a new comp as I dont want them forking out $700 bucks for a new one, and that fixing this one will be far less. Well, thinking that my problem was just the motherboard, my friend who has been working on it suggested to just pick up a new motherboard. Problem is that my old comp was a EMACHINE and has a shitty motherboard and you cant find the damn thing anywere. We find it online and order two of them, only to find out that my processor is fried. So now I have to get a new motherboard and new processor, but it'll all be worth it as I'll still be almost $600 under what my grandparents wanted to spend. Not to mention that when my bud scanned my harddrive roughtly 17,234 diffrent virus's showed up. Leading to belive that the motherboard was just part of the problem. After everything said and done, my comp will be greatly improved.
Another Lay off came about. Two months with my uncles place didnt last due to bad bussiness, so I'm now job hunting again. I'm trying to find somthing I like, but the problem is that the things I like doing dont pay much, and the better paying jobs are the ones I wasnt all thrilled with and really didnt want to get up in the moring for. I have con and Britain in a few months and I need to really put money away. I've bounced back before, hopfully I'll bounce back this time.
On the personal front, Ive hit rock bottom! My current weight is now 327lbs. The heaviest I've ever been. And I can feel it too. I'm not sleeping well, Im lazy and lathargic as all hell. My motivation is nill, My back hurts in the morning, and bending over now seems like a task then a reflex. Not good signs. It's not helping my non exsistant love life either. Though I've been told that the weight isnt the whole issue, as my personality is too..offputting. My new goal is to be at least 30 lbs lighter for comic con, my original goal was to be 280lbs, but with everything going on at the moment, 298 is more realistic if i can make it. My bud Mike has been riding my ass as he was the one that got me to drop about 20lbs the first time around. He wants me to start wrestling training with him, which I told him I'll do, but at my current weight, I'm unsure of how long I'd last.. Im guessing not much.
On a positive note... over the weekend, my cousin finally came home from IRAQ. Hes in the airforce and hasnt been in CA for at least 2 years. Since he was only in town for a few days, I tryed to make it an all out thing. So we held a party in his honor, ate hardy, drank, and tryed to get everyone I could to see the guy before he left again.
Me, my cousin Jeff, and my brother pat. We might as well all be brothers as thats how close we are.
As you can see, I've also grown a beard. Somthing that has vexed my family. The beard was somthing I couldnt ever do while working for the theater and for dealership, but while I had the chance, I said fuck it, why not. Every guy has some sort of faical hair at one point in their life. Not to mention it covers up the double chin a bit.
So now..get to finish moving, then have to find a new job and find time to work out... dosnt sound too hard.. Just very trying...
I'd just rather be watching dvds right now.
Posted Date: : Apr 19, 2007 12:14 AM
So.. its been a few weeks since i've botherd to write anything.
In those few weeks a nice chunk of shit has happend.
First off. Im moving from my place in STANTON, and back to Cypress, about 200 yeards from my previous home in Cypress. The place is smaller, but cheeper. So for the last few days I've been moving shit back and forth and its been a headach as my mother gose to depth con 4 with anything like this. So the stress factor has been through the roof. Im hoping by the end of this week that everything will be moved, as our land lord is breathing down our asses about coming in and starting to work on the place. I"ve argued this as we've paid for the month so that we could move out. We're there till the 27th, and can be there till then, and untill out contract is up, our land lord shouldnt even be worrying about any of the shit with the place till we're gone. Not now. The new place is perfect with me, but my mom nitpicks the place to death because its not "NEW" like she likes. We fouind a place that was "NEWER" but it was smaller and more expensive and in a shitty neighborhood, and she wanted that place insted, I didnt.
A plus side is that, after my 23 years of exsistance, I WILL FINALLY HAVE CABLE IN MY HOME! As we cant watch any TV with out it at this new place.
To add to more stress, my car died yesterday in a Target Parking lot. Thanks to a friend, and 3 hours of driving around and trying to unhook the practically fused on battery, my car is now running fine... for now...
My computer problems contiue...I've been arguing with my grandparents that I dont need a new comp as I dont want them forking out $700 bucks for a new one, and that fixing this one will be far less. Well, thinking that my problem was just the motherboard, my friend who has been working on it suggested to just pick up a new motherboard. Problem is that my old comp was a EMACHINE and has a shitty motherboard and you cant find the damn thing anywere. We find it online and order two of them, only to find out that my processor is fried. So now I have to get a new motherboard and new processor, but it'll all be worth it as I'll still be almost $600 under what my grandparents wanted to spend. Not to mention that when my bud scanned my harddrive roughtly 17,234 diffrent virus's showed up. Leading to belive that the motherboard was just part of the problem. After everything said and done, my comp will be greatly improved.
Another Lay off came about. Two months with my uncles place didnt last due to bad bussiness, so I'm now job hunting again. I'm trying to find somthing I like, but the problem is that the things I like doing dont pay much, and the better paying jobs are the ones I wasnt all thrilled with and really didnt want to get up in the moring for. I have con and Britain in a few months and I need to really put money away. I've bounced back before, hopfully I'll bounce back this time.
On the personal front, Ive hit rock bottom! My current weight is now 327lbs. The heaviest I've ever been. And I can feel it too. I'm not sleeping well, Im lazy and lathargic as all hell. My motivation is nill, My back hurts in the morning, and bending over now seems like a task then a reflex. Not good signs. It's not helping my non exsistant love life either. Though I've been told that the weight isnt the whole issue, as my personality is too..offputting. My new goal is to be at least 30 lbs lighter for comic con, my original goal was to be 280lbs, but with everything going on at the moment, 298 is more realistic if i can make it. My bud Mike has been riding my ass as he was the one that got me to drop about 20lbs the first time around. He wants me to start wrestling training with him, which I told him I'll do, but at my current weight, I'm unsure of how long I'd last.. Im guessing not much.
On a positive note... over the weekend, my cousin finally came home from IRAQ. Hes in the airforce and hasnt been in CA for at least 2 years. Since he was only in town for a few days, I tryed to make it an all out thing. So we held a party in his honor, ate hardy, drank, and tryed to get everyone I could to see the guy before he left again.
Me, my cousin Jeff, and my brother pat. We might as well all be brothers as thats how close we are.
As you can see, I've also grown a beard. Somthing that has vexed my family. The beard was somthing I couldnt ever do while working for the theater and for dealership, but while I had the chance, I said fuck it, why not. Every guy has some sort of faical hair at one point in their life. Not to mention it covers up the double chin a bit.
So now..get to finish moving, then have to find a new job and find time to work out... dosnt sound too hard.. Just very trying...
I'd just rather be watching dvds right now.
April 27th, 2007
Subject : THANK YOU GOD!!!!!!!!!!!
Posted Date: : Apr 27, 2007 12:33 AM
Im excited... for I... NOW.. HAVE ... CABLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!
well, not cable, but satallite... same thing....
You ask.... SO FUCKING WHAT?
Well, I was a deprived child....and I never had cable untill this day!
So I'm very happy... Oh I also have a DVR too!
good times!
Posted Date: : Apr 27, 2007 12:33 AM
Im excited... for I... NOW.. HAVE ... CABLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!
well, not cable, but satallite... same thing....
You ask.... SO FUCKING WHAT?
Well, I was a deprived child....and I never had cable untill this day!
So I'm very happy... Oh I also have a DVR too!
good times!
May 7th, 2007
Subject : FOR FUCKS SAKE!
Posted Date: : May 7, 2007 12:54 AM
Fustration is running ramped for me lately! My family has been getting on my ass about stuipd shit and and are trying to fucking run my life.
My mom has this fucking thing about her that if its not to her liking, its got to go (or change)
Example. My room. I've been putting it together for the last week. My mom feels that it needt so to match the rest of the apartment in THEMES and hates the fact that I display all my figures and collectible shit. She wanted all my stuff to be put away in the closet and basicly be almost an empty room, with just my bed, wall unit, and computer table in there. I'm paying rent so i told her to go stick it on that idea. She keep reminding me that Im unemployed, and "WHY AM I NOT WORKING" My grandparents keep backing this up too. My grandmother keeps saying that I could easily have a "computer Job" and keeps telling people she knows that they should hire me because I'm a COMPUTER EXPERT, but this is coming from a 78 year old woman... I keep telling her that my computer skills are minimal at best and that these "computer" jobs require more than what I know.
Today, all three have teamed up on me about what I should be wearing cloths wise, that they dont like my tshirts and shouldnt wear so much black, not to mention that my mom hates the beard I grew and tells me to shave every fucking day.
Im fucking 23 years old, and im getting dictated around like im 4 years old for fucks sake.
Its a shitty postion im in at the moment with no end in sight
Posted Date: : May 7, 2007 12:54 AM
Fustration is running ramped for me lately! My family has been getting on my ass about stuipd shit and and are trying to fucking run my life.
My mom has this fucking thing about her that if its not to her liking, its got to go (or change)
Example. My room. I've been putting it together for the last week. My mom feels that it needt so to match the rest of the apartment in THEMES and hates the fact that I display all my figures and collectible shit. She wanted all my stuff to be put away in the closet and basicly be almost an empty room, with just my bed, wall unit, and computer table in there. I'm paying rent so i told her to go stick it on that idea. She keep reminding me that Im unemployed, and "WHY AM I NOT WORKING" My grandparents keep backing this up too. My grandmother keeps saying that I could easily have a "computer Job" and keeps telling people she knows that they should hire me because I'm a COMPUTER EXPERT, but this is coming from a 78 year old woman... I keep telling her that my computer skills are minimal at best and that these "computer" jobs require more than what I know.
Today, all three have teamed up on me about what I should be wearing cloths wise, that they dont like my tshirts and shouldnt wear so much black, not to mention that my mom hates the beard I grew and tells me to shave every fucking day.
Im fucking 23 years old, and im getting dictated around like im 4 years old for fucks sake.
Its a shitty postion im in at the moment with no end in sight
August 3rd, 2007
Subject : Of Con and Job Hunting
Posted Date: : Aug 3, 2007 6:21 PM
Well, Comic Con is now over.
This is the first year in a long while were I had almost no money, yet I still had a fairly good time.
I met some celebs, I bought some toys, and I managed to finally meet up with members of the ZONE. All good fun.
But Con its self kinda left me a bit dissapointed. It seems that with all the problems that they fixed after complaining over the years, they created a few new ones.
The problems is that Con is trying too hard to focus on MOVIES, not just the comic related ones. And they're kissing the collective asses of the studios and it just kinda brought down the atmosphear of the show. As my friend sergio said, there are people here who are here to just be here. Which is true. There were so many "FIRST TIMERS" at con this year. Not that thats a problem, as everyone should go at least once, but the problem with many of them was that almost all of these first timers had no idea what half the shit there was. They were there because they heard some celebs were going to be there and thought that they were going to meet them. Hall H is the biggest bane upon the exisitance of Con, as thats were all the big shit happens, and thats all everyone gose and sees.
Hopefully next year, things will balance out. More comics, less room taken up by pointless booths or booths that have almost nothing (marvel was the biggest culprit of this)
Now, I continue my Job hunt. Its looking less and less like I'm going to Europe now because I havent been able to find a job that pays decent (or a fucking job at all) I've submitted over 3 dozen applications in the last 4 months and nothing. Its really irking me in the wrong way and Im starting to get pissed. My family has been riding my ass, acting like I havent been trying. They blamed my "LONG HAIR AND BEARD" for not getting a Job (which is BS as A) I've only had 2 interveiws in the last 4 months B) my friend CHARLES managed to get at least 2 job offers and a fucking job and he looks like an AMISH rapist.
So to appease them, I shaved my beard to a goattee and cut my hair. But troubles still persist. I'm down to selling off parts of my collection (comics are the first to go, as they are the easiest to replace) Im hoping Karma will kick in and I'll land something soon.
Posted Date: : Aug 3, 2007 6:21 PM
Well, Comic Con is now over.
This is the first year in a long while were I had almost no money, yet I still had a fairly good time.
I met some celebs, I bought some toys, and I managed to finally meet up with members of the ZONE. All good fun.
But Con its self kinda left me a bit dissapointed. It seems that with all the problems that they fixed after complaining over the years, they created a few new ones.
The problems is that Con is trying too hard to focus on MOVIES, not just the comic related ones. And they're kissing the collective asses of the studios and it just kinda brought down the atmosphear of the show. As my friend sergio said, there are people here who are here to just be here. Which is true. There were so many "FIRST TIMERS" at con this year. Not that thats a problem, as everyone should go at least once, but the problem with many of them was that almost all of these first timers had no idea what half the shit there was. They were there because they heard some celebs were going to be there and thought that they were going to meet them. Hall H is the biggest bane upon the exisitance of Con, as thats were all the big shit happens, and thats all everyone gose and sees.
Hopefully next year, things will balance out. More comics, less room taken up by pointless booths or booths that have almost nothing (marvel was the biggest culprit of this)
Now, I continue my Job hunt. Its looking less and less like I'm going to Europe now because I havent been able to find a job that pays decent (or a fucking job at all) I've submitted over 3 dozen applications in the last 4 months and nothing. Its really irking me in the wrong way and Im starting to get pissed. My family has been riding my ass, acting like I havent been trying. They blamed my "LONG HAIR AND BEARD" for not getting a Job (which is BS as A) I've only had 2 interveiws in the last 4 months B) my friend CHARLES managed to get at least 2 job offers and a fucking job and he looks like an AMISH rapist.
So to appease them, I shaved my beard to a goattee and cut my hair. But troubles still persist. I'm down to selling off parts of my collection (comics are the first to go, as they are the easiest to replace) Im hoping Karma will kick in and I'll land something soon.
July 25th, 2007
Subject : COMIC CON 2007 FUCKERS! MECCA HERE I COME!
Posted Date: : Jul 25, 2007 1:42 AM
Well, it that time of year again that I make my annual trip to San Diego. Im off to my spirital Mecca of COMIC CON. The bit of Heven that I get once a year.
Im out of town till Sunday.
This is going to be the tightest year for me Money wise as I havent fucking worked since the end of March (fucking bastard online job applications) But no bother, Im going to be busy with autographs and pannels that I probably wont even spend that much (not after last years debacle)
I will have access to a computer So I mght be able to drop some updates in, and depending if I can get on my personal account, but if not, head on over the THE REALM TOYS myspace page and I'll deffiantly be dropping some updates there.
Posted Date: : Jul 25, 2007 1:42 AM
Well, it that time of year again that I make my annual trip to San Diego. Im off to my spirital Mecca of COMIC CON. The bit of Heven that I get once a year.
Im out of town till Sunday.
This is going to be the tightest year for me Money wise as I havent fucking worked since the end of March (fucking bastard online job applications) But no bother, Im going to be busy with autographs and pannels that I probably wont even spend that much (not after last years debacle)
I will have access to a computer So I mght be able to drop some updates in, and depending if I can get on my personal account, but if not, head on over the THE REALM TOYS myspace page and I'll deffiantly be dropping some updates there.
August 27th, 2007
Subject : The Princess and Zelda need a good kick in the cunt!
Posted Date: : Aug 27, 2007 9:26 PM
The last couple of nights I've been on an Old School SNES bing with Mario Allstars and Super Mario World.
Lets forget the fact that Lost Levels is made by satan himself and programmed by hitler as he raped a puppy, but the I started looking at the basic premise of all these games.
Sans Super Mario Bros 2 (which was.."ALL A DREAM" because, as I said, lost levels, programmed by hitler) was completely diffrent game that Nintendo dumped the original charecters and inserted the Mario Charecters in, Mario is always sticking his Italian neck out to save the fucking princess!
Now lets go over this. Mario is a plumber from Brooklyn who fell down a magical pipe and into the Mushroom kingdom like Alice in Wonderland on some sort of diffrent drug. (Im thinking the secreations of blowfish?) There he meets up with a hot young blond thing (who looks way to fucking young for Mario, who looks like he's in his mid 40's to start with) They hook up (but never marry) and hang out with a bunch of fucking Mushroom people. Ok, Ill buy that.
Then this giant dino dragon man comes along and steals the princess, Why? World Conquest? Rape? or is he just a dick? We dont know. Mario, out of the goodness out his hart, travels through 8 diifrent worlds of shit that would make the pope question the exsistance of god. 8 Worlds were the laws of gravity and Physics as we know it clearly dont apply. Block flote in mid air, Pipes hang in the middle of the sky, and for some reason, you can only go right (some say its Gods will) ((ok, you can only go right in the first game, they added the sense of realism with being able to go back the way you came from 2 onward)
While doing this, you're fighting Koopa's fucking army that consist of some sort of Mushroom mutants, Giant turtles, some with wings! Venus Fly traps on steriods, and all the while, the plant life can make you grow into a giant, or change the chemical struture of your cloths and give you the ability to throw fire like many pegan gods of Old.
And as long as you dont touch any of these baddies in the wrong way, you maintain your godlike power! or you shrink back to your midget self.
Now. After going through 8 levels and thinking you've killed Koopa 7 diffrent times by dumping his ass in a lava pit, you save the bitch! She thanks you and in a story book ending, Mario would get some that night.
He should, he risked possibly 7 or 8 lives trying to rescue her, he should get some tail.
And after all of this, you'd think the princess would learn to watch what neighborhood she gose through alone? Or at least have a couple of body guards that arent 3 foot tall mutant mushrooms. She's fucking royalty for christsakes!
No, this happens, like 10 more times! And for some fucking reason, the Mushroom kingdom sits on a fault line and Volcanic ground because it just keeps getting bigger and fucking bigger, meaning that Mario has to run even further to save the bitch! (lets not start on why a fucking leaf turns him in to a raccon hybrid that can fly!)
If I were Mario, I would told the bitch, DONT FUCKING LEAVE THE CASTLE IF YOUR JUST GOING TO GET KIDNAPPED.
What the fuck man? Dose the Mushroom kingdom border Mexico? Because like that country, kiddnapping is rampid!
Same goes for Zelda!
Link is a nice guy with a fairy and a sword that shoots energy when his heart gadge is full (dont even know how that starts)
Zelda, is also a princess, and the keeper of the triforce, the magic non gay triangle that gives power to HYRULE. Gannondorf, an evil pig man magician thing, has a more distinct reason for kiddnapping and tomfooliery.
So Link spends the next 184 hours working his way back and forth through fucking Hyrule (because they cant have everything close by for convince sake! NO you have to walk 400 miles to get a fucking pair of scuba fins just so you can walk back 400 miles to cross 10 feet of fucking water!) to save the princess, and get the triforce back!
And, unless its a giant fucking metor falling, this seems to happen alot. Gannondorf kiddnaps Zelda, Link sticks his ass out to save her and become hero of Hyrule, but you know what! Zelda is the kinda bitch that dosnt put out! She's a cock tease and I wouldnt put it past Link to one day tell her to fuck off and unless she makes with the head, he aint savin her ass!
The princess and Zelda are probably the kinda of women that talk to each other about making their boyfriend's fucking lives misrible! Theyre probably attention whores that must have the focus on them constantly, hence they let them selves get kiddnapped all the fucking time.
I see Mario and :Link as those two guys in the mall who wait outside with their girlfriends shit as they're in side trying on more shit that that they dont need! You can see that Link and Mario have had the life sucked out of them and all they want to do is go home and watch TV.
Mario and Link.. The Al Bundy and Griff of the video game world!
Posted Date: : Aug 27, 2007 9:26 PM
The last couple of nights I've been on an Old School SNES bing with Mario Allstars and Super Mario World.
Lets forget the fact that Lost Levels is made by satan himself and programmed by hitler as he raped a puppy, but the I started looking at the basic premise of all these games.
Sans Super Mario Bros 2 (which was.."ALL A DREAM" because, as I said, lost levels, programmed by hitler) was completely diffrent game that Nintendo dumped the original charecters and inserted the Mario Charecters in, Mario is always sticking his Italian neck out to save the fucking princess!
Now lets go over this. Mario is a plumber from Brooklyn who fell down a magical pipe and into the Mushroom kingdom like Alice in Wonderland on some sort of diffrent drug. (Im thinking the secreations of blowfish?) There he meets up with a hot young blond thing (who looks way to fucking young for Mario, who looks like he's in his mid 40's to start with) They hook up (but never marry) and hang out with a bunch of fucking Mushroom people. Ok, Ill buy that.
Then this giant dino dragon man comes along and steals the princess, Why? World Conquest? Rape? or is he just a dick? We dont know. Mario, out of the goodness out his hart, travels through 8 diifrent worlds of shit that would make the pope question the exsistance of god. 8 Worlds were the laws of gravity and Physics as we know it clearly dont apply. Block flote in mid air, Pipes hang in the middle of the sky, and for some reason, you can only go right (some say its Gods will) ((ok, you can only go right in the first game, they added the sense of realism with being able to go back the way you came from 2 onward)
While doing this, you're fighting Koopa's fucking army that consist of some sort of Mushroom mutants, Giant turtles, some with wings! Venus Fly traps on steriods, and all the while, the plant life can make you grow into a giant, or change the chemical struture of your cloths and give you the ability to throw fire like many pegan gods of Old.
And as long as you dont touch any of these baddies in the wrong way, you maintain your godlike power! or you shrink back to your midget self.
Now. After going through 8 levels and thinking you've killed Koopa 7 diffrent times by dumping his ass in a lava pit, you save the bitch! She thanks you and in a story book ending, Mario would get some that night.
He should, he risked possibly 7 or 8 lives trying to rescue her, he should get some tail.
And after all of this, you'd think the princess would learn to watch what neighborhood she gose through alone? Or at least have a couple of body guards that arent 3 foot tall mutant mushrooms. She's fucking royalty for christsakes!
No, this happens, like 10 more times! And for some fucking reason, the Mushroom kingdom sits on a fault line and Volcanic ground because it just keeps getting bigger and fucking bigger, meaning that Mario has to run even further to save the bitch! (lets not start on why a fucking leaf turns him in to a raccon hybrid that can fly!)
If I were Mario, I would told the bitch, DONT FUCKING LEAVE THE CASTLE IF YOUR JUST GOING TO GET KIDNAPPED.
What the fuck man? Dose the Mushroom kingdom border Mexico? Because like that country, kiddnapping is rampid!
Same goes for Zelda!
Link is a nice guy with a fairy and a sword that shoots energy when his heart gadge is full (dont even know how that starts)
Zelda, is also a princess, and the keeper of the triforce, the magic non gay triangle that gives power to HYRULE. Gannondorf, an evil pig man magician thing, has a more distinct reason for kiddnapping and tomfooliery.
So Link spends the next 184 hours working his way back and forth through fucking Hyrule (because they cant have everything close by for convince sake! NO you have to walk 400 miles to get a fucking pair of scuba fins just so you can walk back 400 miles to cross 10 feet of fucking water!) to save the princess, and get the triforce back!
And, unless its a giant fucking metor falling, this seems to happen alot. Gannondorf kiddnaps Zelda, Link sticks his ass out to save her and become hero of Hyrule, but you know what! Zelda is the kinda bitch that dosnt put out! She's a cock tease and I wouldnt put it past Link to one day tell her to fuck off and unless she makes with the head, he aint savin her ass!
The princess and Zelda are probably the kinda of women that talk to each other about making their boyfriend's fucking lives misrible! Theyre probably attention whores that must have the focus on them constantly, hence they let them selves get kiddnapped all the fucking time.
I see Mario and :Link as those two guys in the mall who wait outside with their girlfriends shit as they're in side trying on more shit that that they dont need! You can see that Link and Mario have had the life sucked out of them and all they want to do is go home and watch TV.
Mario and Link.. The Al Bundy and Griff of the video game world!
September 22nd, 2007
Subject : Back to work for the man
Posted Date: : Sep 22, 2007 1:25 AM
Well, after 5 months, I finally got a fucking job.
I start working for Bank of America in their Card Services department, So when you have a problem with your card, the number you call, that'll be me on the other line.
The bitter irony is that Im right next to the department that has been riding my ass for the last 4 months on back payments I owe on my credit cards.
Unfortunatly, I wont get paid untill the 26th of October, so I still have a whole month till I get a fat check in my hand.
Not to mention that I'll also be working with my friend Steph now... So at least I'll have someone to talk to at work.
Posted Date: : Sep 22, 2007 1:25 AM
Well, after 5 months, I finally got a fucking job.
I start working for Bank of America in their Card Services department, So when you have a problem with your card, the number you call, that'll be me on the other line.
The bitter irony is that Im right next to the department that has been riding my ass for the last 4 months on back payments I owe on my credit cards.
Unfortunatly, I wont get paid untill the 26th of October, so I still have a whole month till I get a fat check in my hand.
Not to mention that I'll also be working with my friend Steph now... So at least I'll have someone to talk to at work.
October 19th, 2007
Subject : THIS IS MADNESS!!!!
Posted Date: : Oct 19, 2007 12:22 AM
So.. the last 2 weeks.
Once I got confirmed for my new job, I basicly spent the last few days of my unemployment doing what I do best, watching Movies and catching up on shit I told myself I'd do but never did.
I managed to get shit written, nothing final, but finally put pen to paper.
on saturday, I pulled together my last few dollars and went down to WESTWOOD for the closing of Jay and Slient Bob's Secret Stash. I didnt sleep at all that night and arrived on location around 6 am for the 12pm signing. While waiting in line for almost 6 hours (sigining started late), I read a full book, ate some candy, and met the clone of my long dead friend. There was a girl in line next to me that, hand to god, was the reincarnation of my friend Sarah.
To those who dont know, Sarah was a good friend of mine in Highschool and after wards. in 2002 she came down with Cancer. It kinda just hit her. The cancer spread through her leg, which was amputated. I got lost on the whole matter, as she was in and out of the hospital so many times. Frank, my boss at the time, and probably one of the few things I should of listend to him on, kept kicking my ass to go visit her. I kept putting it off untill I ran into her at the mall one day. I hadnt seen her in almost 6 months, and only talked to her on the phone. This time, she was in high spirits. (She was always perkey, and reminded me of Kelly Bundey in the earliest season of Married with Children, sans being slutty and dumb), but she was sans her long almost bleach blond nautral hair, which was now a buzz, due to the kemo therepy, and sans one leg. We talked for over an hour befor parting ways. I told her I had a birthday present for her (we shared the same birthday) but I wanted to wrap it for her. My lazieness and mindset kept me from delivering. My cousin went though a simalur thing, and though wheel chair bound, had surived what I thought was an even worse case than Sarah's. Fast Forward 3 months later, Sarahs' mom came by my work and droped off a tiny cross for me. I wasnt there and Frank gave it to me, telling me that once again I should go visit her. I didnt. 2 weeks later, I get woken up at 9 am by my friend Troy, who informed me that Sarah had died the day before. I was a mess for 2 days and have constantly beat myself up for not seeing her one last time. Our last meeting, was pitch perfect as run in's could go. But I still had numerous chances to visit her one last time, and didnt. It somthing I still beat myself up over.
So I think thats why this poor girl standing in line next to me though I was a weirdo. A big fat guy wearing a black trench coat with shorts, just giving her odd looks is probably not the greatest thing in the world.
But fuck me if this girl wasnt dead on. The second she talked, I was mid chapter in my book, and a chill went down my spine. The only diffrence with this girl and Sarah is the hight is off by an inch. Everything else, looks, maurisms, voice.. dead on. It freaked me out a bit. I tried to converse with the girl for a bit, but I just couldnt get over the clone factor of her and had to break off before 11 30 to another group just so I could regain some sanity.
I dont know if anyone will ever have this kind of experiance, but its goddamn unnerving.
It kinda brought down my meet and greet with Kevin Smith, who's new book kicks ass.
I got a better pic with Kevin at least.
Then, that tuesday, I started work at Bank of America's collection center.
Two weeks later, I've sat in a classroom and I've wanted to blow my brains out its so goddam boring.
And to top it off, my modem at my house is shot, so I have to get ahold of AT&T for a new one.
Hopefully, I'll have a new one by next week.
Now, its time for bed.
Posted Date: : Oct 19, 2007 12:22 AM
So.. the last 2 weeks.
Once I got confirmed for my new job, I basicly spent the last few days of my unemployment doing what I do best, watching Movies and catching up on shit I told myself I'd do but never did.
I managed to get shit written, nothing final, but finally put pen to paper.
on saturday, I pulled together my last few dollars and went down to WESTWOOD for the closing of Jay and Slient Bob's Secret Stash. I didnt sleep at all that night and arrived on location around 6 am for the 12pm signing. While waiting in line for almost 6 hours (sigining started late), I read a full book, ate some candy, and met the clone of my long dead friend. There was a girl in line next to me that, hand to god, was the reincarnation of my friend Sarah.
To those who dont know, Sarah was a good friend of mine in Highschool and after wards. in 2002 she came down with Cancer. It kinda just hit her. The cancer spread through her leg, which was amputated. I got lost on the whole matter, as she was in and out of the hospital so many times. Frank, my boss at the time, and probably one of the few things I should of listend to him on, kept kicking my ass to go visit her. I kept putting it off untill I ran into her at the mall one day. I hadnt seen her in almost 6 months, and only talked to her on the phone. This time, she was in high spirits. (She was always perkey, and reminded me of Kelly Bundey in the earliest season of Married with Children, sans being slutty and dumb), but she was sans her long almost bleach blond nautral hair, which was now a buzz, due to the kemo therepy, and sans one leg. We talked for over an hour befor parting ways. I told her I had a birthday present for her (we shared the same birthday) but I wanted to wrap it for her. My lazieness and mindset kept me from delivering. My cousin went though a simalur thing, and though wheel chair bound, had surived what I thought was an even worse case than Sarah's. Fast Forward 3 months later, Sarahs' mom came by my work and droped off a tiny cross for me. I wasnt there and Frank gave it to me, telling me that once again I should go visit her. I didnt. 2 weeks later, I get woken up at 9 am by my friend Troy, who informed me that Sarah had died the day before. I was a mess for 2 days and have constantly beat myself up for not seeing her one last time. Our last meeting, was pitch perfect as run in's could go. But I still had numerous chances to visit her one last time, and didnt. It somthing I still beat myself up over.
So I think thats why this poor girl standing in line next to me though I was a weirdo. A big fat guy wearing a black trench coat with shorts, just giving her odd looks is probably not the greatest thing in the world.
But fuck me if this girl wasnt dead on. The second she talked, I was mid chapter in my book, and a chill went down my spine. The only diffrence with this girl and Sarah is the hight is off by an inch. Everything else, looks, maurisms, voice.. dead on. It freaked me out a bit. I tried to converse with the girl for a bit, but I just couldnt get over the clone factor of her and had to break off before 11 30 to another group just so I could regain some sanity.
I dont know if anyone will ever have this kind of experiance, but its goddamn unnerving.
It kinda brought down my meet and greet with Kevin Smith, who's new book kicks ass.
I got a better pic with Kevin at least.
Then, that tuesday, I started work at Bank of America's collection center.
Two weeks later, I've sat in a classroom and I've wanted to blow my brains out its so goddam boring.
And to top it off, my modem at my house is shot, so I have to get ahold of AT&T for a new one.
Hopefully, I'll have a new one by next week.
Now, its time for bed.
October 22nd, 2007
Subject : California is Burning......
Posted Date: : Oct 22, 2007 10:35 PM
My eyes burn, theres ash covering every inch of sky. Its dry, Its windy, Its hot.
Its fucking October in Southern California.
When the rest of the nation is usually hitting fall, we catch up with summer!
So right now, there are about 22 fires burning across most of southern california.
I know a few people that are either being affected by them, or are dangerously close.
Tis a terrible time.
My main concern was for Melissa and her mom. They had 2 fires creeping up the back of their living area and had to evacuate. They had to leave a lot behind and have no idea whats happening with their home or neighborhood.
Unfortuanly, this is life in sunny california. We trade snow and full on seasons and Tornados for Moderate tempuratures, Earthquakes, Fires and Gang on Gang violence!
Joys of life.
Posted Date: : Oct 22, 2007 10:35 PM
My eyes burn, theres ash covering every inch of sky. Its dry, Its windy, Its hot.
Its fucking October in Southern California.
When the rest of the nation is usually hitting fall, we catch up with summer!
So right now, there are about 22 fires burning across most of southern california.
I know a few people that are either being affected by them, or are dangerously close.
Tis a terrible time.
My main concern was for Melissa and her mom. They had 2 fires creeping up the back of their living area and had to evacuate. They had to leave a lot behind and have no idea whats happening with their home or neighborhood.
Unfortuanly, this is life in sunny california. We trade snow and full on seasons and Tornados for Moderate tempuratures, Earthquakes, Fires and Gang on Gang violence!
Joys of life.
October 25th, 2007
Subject : Rock Bottom!
Posted Date: : Oct 25, 2007 12:04 AM
For the last few years, I've let my self go. My weight has increasingly gotten more and more out of control.
Why? Lazieness? Love of food? Driving? Lack of doing anything physical? Hanging out with Charles?
All of them probably...
But I never put any thought into it.
I would tell myself that I would go on a diet when I hit a certin weight.
Well, I hit my heaviest last week.
I got on a scale, and the outcome.... 325Lbs... at 6'1' inch. The heaviest I've ever been.
That was a little off putting. But I still hadnt considerd myself to hit rock bottom. Sure, alot of cloths dont fit, and I got a gut and sweat alot... but the thought that I was at my lowest hadnt hit yet...
Untill Sunday....
Charles and myself had taken to a shot trip to Knotts Berry farm before we went to see Christopher Titus at the Improv...
We were there for like an hour or two, and just walked on everything. Mind you, I handt been to knotts in almost 2 years, and alot has changed.
I was snug in most of the rides, but it was when I hit Ghost Rider, that reality hit.
On record, this is the worst picture of me ever taken....
I hopped in the seat in front of the one Im in in the picture..
and for the first time ever... I couldnt fit.
I struggled and struggled, and I coundt fit in the goddamn seat.
Ghost Rider had finally shown me a grim reality....
Im in horrible shape.
I eventually managed to fit in the back back seat, but it was still a very tight fit.
I was remineded of a story Mick Foley told in his first book. Foley is an avid rollercoster fan, and during his travles with wwf, he hits up all the local theme parks. Now he had been out of the ring for a few months, and lacked in his work out, and found a new love for candy and sweets. He was asked to come back for wrestlemania 2000, and thought he was in decent shape. Well, he decided to go to Six Flags in Texas to ride Batman, a dangling coaster. He gets in front, and tries to strap in, and cant. Struggle as he might, he cant strap in. He was defeated by Batman. He decided to get back in to shape, and went back to batman months later, and rode the fucker in to submission.
This is my plan. After this incident, after halloween, im on a fucking diet!
My goal is to be 60lbs lighter by my Birthday.
I have 4 months... And I hope to ride Ghostrider with no problem then.
Posted Date: : Oct 25, 2007 12:04 AM
For the last few years, I've let my self go. My weight has increasingly gotten more and more out of control.
Why? Lazieness? Love of food? Driving? Lack of doing anything physical? Hanging out with Charles?
All of them probably...
But I never put any thought into it.
I would tell myself that I would go on a diet when I hit a certin weight.
Well, I hit my heaviest last week.
I got on a scale, and the outcome.... 325Lbs... at 6'1' inch. The heaviest I've ever been.
That was a little off putting. But I still hadnt considerd myself to hit rock bottom. Sure, alot of cloths dont fit, and I got a gut and sweat alot... but the thought that I was at my lowest hadnt hit yet...
Untill Sunday....
Charles and myself had taken to a shot trip to Knotts Berry farm before we went to see Christopher Titus at the Improv...
We were there for like an hour or two, and just walked on everything. Mind you, I handt been to knotts in almost 2 years, and alot has changed.
I was snug in most of the rides, but it was when I hit Ghost Rider, that reality hit.
On record, this is the worst picture of me ever taken....
I hopped in the seat in front of the one Im in in the picture..
and for the first time ever... I couldnt fit.
I struggled and struggled, and I coundt fit in the goddamn seat.
Ghost Rider had finally shown me a grim reality....
Im in horrible shape.
I eventually managed to fit in the back back seat, but it was still a very tight fit.
I was remineded of a story Mick Foley told in his first book. Foley is an avid rollercoster fan, and during his travles with wwf, he hits up all the local theme parks. Now he had been out of the ring for a few months, and lacked in his work out, and found a new love for candy and sweets. He was asked to come back for wrestlemania 2000, and thought he was in decent shape. Well, he decided to go to Six Flags in Texas to ride Batman, a dangling coaster. He gets in front, and tries to strap in, and cant. Struggle as he might, he cant strap in. He was defeated by Batman. He decided to get back in to shape, and went back to batman months later, and rode the fucker in to submission.
This is my plan. After this incident, after halloween, im on a fucking diet!
My goal is to be 60lbs lighter by my Birthday.
I have 4 months... And I hope to ride Ghostrider with no problem then.
December 29th, 2007
Subject : Word.....
Posted Date: : Dec 29, 2007 3:19 AM
I sometimes feel that the english langage as we know it will be dead soon. With Spanish taking over, and the idiots in goverment allowing this to happen, soon, at least in america, our language will be a jumbled mess of nonsense....
And what will be the biggest loss...
Swearing!
Yes, the great few set of words that people use to got to max for that Verbal or Adjative use.
Oh sure, Fuck will still be around... as its universal, like numbers, but the loss of the others is something that would be the same as the Irish giving up wiskey or ale!
And the loss of my favorite swear, (which happens to be from said region!)
that word is...
CUNT!
Its a word that I love to use. The way its pronounced, its used, its meaning... its a swear word that actually sounds... DirtY!
Not to mention its power is still great!
Women loath the word, and some, like the blackman before them, have taken the word and used it in everyday useage as a way to take it back....
All that still makes it a great word...
I use fuck in every other word in just about every sentence, so much that its lost a lot of its meaning and impact...
So now its just "fuck this" "fuck you" "fucking A" "I wanted fucking Crunch Berries, not Captian fucking Crunch"
Fuck, I've used the word in a church before, in front of children (ages 1 and a half to 11)
But Cunt... Thats the special word... When you get in an argument, no one likes being called a cunt, casue then you sound like a bitchey Vag. Women particularly hate it and its a good thing to call them when you really want to stir the pot in a argument (the best example of this was what I heard on Bubba the Love Sponge one day, when talking about a friend of his who would never swear or never throw a punch. When he would get into an argument with hsi wife, he'd siomply go outside, and garden, with a T shirt in Bright White letters that simply says CUNT.. and everyone knew what was going on...)
Im a filthy man, and I loves me my filthy words...
If cunt dies out over here, I can at least rest assure that the good people of the UK will keep it going....
Posted Date: : Dec 29, 2007 3:19 AM
I sometimes feel that the english langage as we know it will be dead soon. With Spanish taking over, and the idiots in goverment allowing this to happen, soon, at least in america, our language will be a jumbled mess of nonsense....
And what will be the biggest loss...
Swearing!
Yes, the great few set of words that people use to got to max for that Verbal or Adjative use.
Oh sure, Fuck will still be around... as its universal, like numbers, but the loss of the others is something that would be the same as the Irish giving up wiskey or ale!
And the loss of my favorite swear, (which happens to be from said region!)
that word is...
CUNT!
Its a word that I love to use. The way its pronounced, its used, its meaning... its a swear word that actually sounds... DirtY!
Not to mention its power is still great!
Women loath the word, and some, like the blackman before them, have taken the word and used it in everyday useage as a way to take it back....
All that still makes it a great word...
I use fuck in every other word in just about every sentence, so much that its lost a lot of its meaning and impact...
So now its just "fuck this" "fuck you" "fucking A" "I wanted fucking Crunch Berries, not Captian fucking Crunch"
Fuck, I've used the word in a church before, in front of children (ages 1 and a half to 11)
But Cunt... Thats the special word... When you get in an argument, no one likes being called a cunt, casue then you sound like a bitchey Vag. Women particularly hate it and its a good thing to call them when you really want to stir the pot in a argument (the best example of this was what I heard on Bubba the Love Sponge one day, when talking about a friend of his who would never swear or never throw a punch. When he would get into an argument with hsi wife, he'd siomply go outside, and garden, with a T shirt in Bright White letters that simply says CUNT.. and everyone knew what was going on...)
Im a filthy man, and I loves me my filthy words...
If cunt dies out over here, I can at least rest assure that the good people of the UK will keep it going....
January 3rd, 2008
Subject : Best of 07!
Posted Date: : Jan 3, 2008 10:57 PM
Well, with the year over, I've compiled my list of favorite films of the year.
As always, my list is basted on how many times I watched said films, how they impacted me, and just how much I fucking liked the movie...
So from top to bottom....
10. Hot Fuzz: Edgar Wright, Simon Pegg and Nick Frost hit it out of the park again!
9. The Assisnation of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford: Probably the best made wester/biography in a long time.. Brad Pitt at his best.
8.The Darjeering Limited: Wes Anderson proves yet again that he can do no wrong.
7.Super Bad: Seth Rogan is the fucking man!
6.The Mist: Hands down the best monster movie in a long fucking time! Great Ending!
5.Transformers: Deliverd everything I was hoping for. The best theater going experiance I've had in a long long time.. No childhood rape here!
4.Juno: Ellen Paig is a gem! So is everything else in this film.
3. Enchanted: I make no excuses.. I just flat out love this movie
2. Stardust: The perfect adult fantasy!
1. 300: The most macho, fucking action packed ass kicking film all year! Watched it the most out of anything this year and has been horribly quoted ever since!
Posted Date: : Jan 3, 2008 10:57 PM
Well, with the year over, I've compiled my list of favorite films of the year.
As always, my list is basted on how many times I watched said films, how they impacted me, and just how much I fucking liked the movie...
So from top to bottom....
10. Hot Fuzz: Edgar Wright, Simon Pegg and Nick Frost hit it out of the park again!
9. The Assisnation of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford: Probably the best made wester/biography in a long time.. Brad Pitt at his best.
8.The Darjeering Limited: Wes Anderson proves yet again that he can do no wrong.
7.Super Bad: Seth Rogan is the fucking man!
6.The Mist: Hands down the best monster movie in a long fucking time! Great Ending!
5.Transformers: Deliverd everything I was hoping for. The best theater going experiance I've had in a long long time.. No childhood rape here!
4.Juno: Ellen Paig is a gem! So is everything else in this film.
3. Enchanted: I make no excuses.. I just flat out love this movie
2. Stardust: The perfect adult fantasy!
1. 300: The most macho, fucking action packed ass kicking film all year! Watched it the most out of anything this year and has been horribly quoted ever since!
May 13th, 2008
Subject : PATTON OSWALT... Funniest Man Ever????
Posted Date: : May 13, 2008 7:27 PM
Well, he may or may not be, but I've been hooked on his stand up for the last couple of weeks.
I've known who he was for a while, but never got around to listeing to his act.
I knew he did a lot of cartton voices (he's Remey from Rattaoulie, Dr. Demtor from Kim Possible, and one of the frat aliens from Aqua Teen Hunger Force "BROS CALL ME SKEETER")
Before my Sirius shut off, I recorded one of his bits from the stand up channel. It was about how graffic the City of Burbank is on Halloween.
I downloaded one of his CD's a couple of weeks ago, Werewolves and Lolliepops, and I nearly crashed my work truck listening to hit because I was laughing so hard.
The man is a goddamn comedic genius! He speaks my language. (one of his bits is about going back in time and beating up George Lucas before he made the star wars prequals!)
I now have every pice of stand up he's put out and listen a portion of it every day at work. I get looks like I'm a fucking mental patiant from my coworkers because Im constantly laughing to myself.
Look this man up and listend to his work!
Posted Date: : May 13, 2008 7:27 PM
Well, he may or may not be, but I've been hooked on his stand up for the last couple of weeks.
I've known who he was for a while, but never got around to listeing to his act.
I knew he did a lot of cartton voices (he's Remey from Rattaoulie, Dr. Demtor from Kim Possible, and one of the frat aliens from Aqua Teen Hunger Force "BROS CALL ME SKEETER")
Before my Sirius shut off, I recorded one of his bits from the stand up channel. It was about how graffic the City of Burbank is on Halloween.
I downloaded one of his CD's a couple of weeks ago, Werewolves and Lolliepops, and I nearly crashed my work truck listening to hit because I was laughing so hard.
The man is a goddamn comedic genius! He speaks my language. (one of his bits is about going back in time and beating up George Lucas before he made the star wars prequals!)
I now have every pice of stand up he's put out and listen a portion of it every day at work. I get looks like I'm a fucking mental patiant from my coworkers because Im constantly laughing to myself.
Look this man up and listend to his work!
May 19th, 2008
Subject : The last 36 hours.. a vicious tale of Diarriah and Male Nudity!
Posted Date: : May 19, 2008 10:05 PM
I type this from my desk, which is currently stacked to the fullest extent with half of my DVD collection.
The topic of this tale is what I've been doing for the last day and a half.. which right now is mostly a blur.
It began around 4 pm. I had been sitting in my room, enjoying central air and catching up on old episodes of BLEACH and DEATH NOTE that clog my DVR like fat in arteries of 47 year old Cubs fan. I had called my father and questioned him on if he would like to gander IRON MAN, as I had promised to take him last week, but alas, things fell through. Getting the A OK from dad, I get a call from my Grandmother to come and join her, my Grandfather and Aunt and Uncle at the local Tex-Mex restaurant that we frequent.
I joined them late, for I had to shower, as a day and a half of not leaving my apartment had taken its toll on my hygiene. I sat down, mid serving of the entree's, and placed my order for a Carne Asada quesadilla. Mid way through my aunt and uncles harrowing tale of visiting Disneyland for the first time in over 20 years, I soon regretted my dinner choice. It wasn't bad, but I'm on a diet to win a bet with a co worker. The pot is worth $400.. And greasy Mexican food would not help my cause.
But I had not the time to worry, for it neared 5 pm, and I had to pick my father up at his place in Whitter, a spry 10 mile drive up the 605 freeway, by 530 pm, or we would have to see a latter showing...
Hauling as much ass as my choked up car would allow, I made it to my fathers by 545. If we were to make the 635 pm showing, hustling would not be a word to describe how fast me had to go.
I managed to get my car cursing at a comfortable 70 mph, making excellent time. Until fate decided to drop a cluster of a turd on us. As we neared the 91 interchange, a mere 4 miles from our destination, the red break lights in front of us lit up like a Christmas tree. I could see a head of us that there was some sort of horrible accident... It had to be, other wise, why the fuck were we stopped?
Not letting fate get the best of us, I made for the nearest exit before I could get caught in the choke hold of the freeway. I skited side streets and made my way to the entrance to the free way a few miles a head of us, with traffic coming through like crap out of a constipated ass. I made way to our proper exit, CARSON, and parked in the gauntlet that is the parking lot of the LONG BEACH TOWN CENTER.
My brother decided to meet us there with his friend. Good I though, for he would save us a place in line!
And that he did.
Forking over $22 for two tickets, we made our way inside, only to fork over another $11 for two large sodas. Again, I wasn't thinking of my diet. For its not often that I go to the movies with my dad, so FUCK IT, I thought, I"ll make up the time later at the gym.
IRON MAN started, and all was good until the Hispanic couple with their 3 kids behind us decided to add Spanish commentary for the first half hour. Not only that, but they choose to sit in the handicap seats at the base, thus giving them a 6 foot gap between their seats, and their kids seats.
After some complaints, the noise settled for the last half of the film. Thankfully I had seen it already, but goddamn it, that kind of shit irritates me like a pimple on my ass!
The movie finished, and my father and I parted ways with my brother, and decided to saunter over to WALMART to pick up some FIX A FLAT for my car tire.
Walking through WALMART, I leaned over to my father and told him that "If you were Anti Abortion, allow me to lead you through Walmart any day of the week for a half hour. You'll be championing for the suction hose after wards"
Walmart, while nice on price, terrible on clients.
After making our way back to my car, my father proceeded to use the fix a flat on my tire. A quick stop by my house for some movies, I drove him back home to Whitter. I dropped him off around 10 pm and took the LONG way home.
Halfway to home, I forgot that I needed to work out. Submitting to do the proper thing I made my way to the gym for an hour and a half work out.
Unfortunately, what I was not away of at the time, I would be paying for driving home with the windows down.
After 10 laps in the pool and 15 in the steam room, went to the locker room to change. As I packed my work out gear, an episode of OPRAH was on.
Normally, I wouldn't give two shakes of a shit for OPRAH, as she is SATANS left hand, but something caught my attention. Her guest was a doctor who specialized in PAST LIFE regression. A form of HYPNO therapy that, if you suffer from them, pulls out from your sub conscious, former past life's you might have lived.
I slowly started walking out, but the damn TV had my attention, and that grabbed the attention of an overly muscular man in his late 50s who decided to give me the tale of his run in's with Hypnosis.
He started to tell me about how he was a terrible typeset, and showed my his thumb that looked like Willies thumb (caused by playing SPACE INVADERS IN THE 70;s) and told me how hypnosis helped him, but that the past life stuff was non sense. Now this would of been fine and dandy, but the man decided that he felt the need to completely undress while telling me this. I know that its a locker room, and some guys are far more comfortable with themselves than other guys are, but this man, he seemed almost subconsciously getting dressed. Like Doc Ock's many arms, his body moved as if independent from his mind.
Now picture this. An old, buff, nude man sitting on a bench telling me about how past life is BS. Now, to get an idea of what I was doing, imaging that scene in Wayne World 2, when Wayne and Garth are applying for permits to run their concert, and the clerk removes this glasses to reveal eyes with two different pigments. Wayne and Garth were trying to look away with out drawing away from the conversation. I was doing the same. And that caught up with me for a sec, and I started to chuckle, but held it in as the moment was far to surreal.
I ended the conversation as quickly as I could, escaping from the clutches of a wrinkled ball sack. I made my way back home around 12 am and caught up with the SIMPSONS and AMERICAN DAD.
While I was watching, I decided to take this Herbal tea that my coworker gave me to help cut weight. It flushes you system out real nice, and gets rid of the fatty build up in your colon. I had taken 2 cups the day prior with no incident, and got the expected results in about 3 hours. Thinking that I would use the old Indian trick of waking up early, only this time with a bowel movement, I drank 2 cups of it in one sitting. I figure that come 5 am I would be up and about. I would hit the gym, come home, shower and head off to work like a good sheep.
At least that's what I thought I would be doing..
instead, an hour and a half later, I awake to the sound of NOT BEING ABLE TO BREATH. My allergies had sneaked up on me during my slumber and had me in a death grip. From time to time I'll get hit real bad, and when they happen at night, I cant sleep because no matter how many times I'll blow my nose, it feels like theres a dam up in there, holding in massive amounts of snot, and it only has a tiny pin hole that's slowly leaking.
I get up and decided after 10 minutes of blowing that a few Claeritian would do the job, and pop'd 4 of them at once. Unfortunately, the bastards take forever to go into affect. I lounge for about 2 hours, unable to breath, and with only KNOCKED UP to watch on HBO. It neared 4 am and I needed sleep like a junkie needs a fix.
I rummage through my fridge, and find a bottle of SPICY MUSTARD.
I start squirting dollops of it in to my mouth, like a dog licking from a water bowl, but it only provides MINOR relief. Not wanting to go down, I come across a better alternative, A TUBE OF WASABI!
Now this tube was brand new, and I had forgotten I even had it. I pop it open and find that the green mashed up root is dispensed like TOOTH PASTE. With nothing in the house to spread it on, I open wide, and spread a nice line across my lounge. I start working around, and by god, it worked! Not only did it clear my nasal passage, but it caused my eyes to water up like an emotional woman watching a chick flick. Unfortunately, the wasabi also killed my taste buds for about an hour too. Not wanting to relive that glorious moment, I find a bottle of VICKS VAPOR rub. I open it and inhale like I'm snorting coke. I then smear the goo over my nose and lay down for some needed zzz.
I didn't get that though.
530 am rolled around and I was still up. Worse yet, my tea hadn't kicked in yet.
So around 6, I got all my work preparation out of the way and sat down in front of my computer till around 7 am. I left the house, now only running on an hour and a half sleep. Worse yet, I was finally starting to feel the effects of the tea come on.
With the horror of falling asleep at the wheel at work, I stop at AM PM and buy 3 of the 16 ounce AMPS. I chug one in the car on the way to work and save the others for later.
I show up for work, nose stuffed, eyes swollen, and in a weird state of awareness and dozy.
Only 20 minutes into the work day, make my way to the toilet, something I hate doing at work.
I bit pride and pinched my shame and made use of the facilities. The effects of the tea were quite strong, but nothing too bad. At first.
It turns out that was only stop one of FIVE for the morning. After a close call on the road on the way back from Breakfast pick up, I felt much better, and Lighter.
So, in a haze, I make my way through work, downing the other two amps and going off of a chicken sandwich for breakfast. I take a few minutes of eye rest on my break, but no real sleep.
Around 4 pm, I decide that I need to work out today and plan on taking a good 3 hour work out to help cut weight before weigh in on wends day. I had eaten a bag of funions that a co worker gave me in the car, and kicking myself again for eating like crap. So I make another batch of the tea and pound it around 430 pm.
By 530, running on an hour and a half of sleep and 3 Amps, I work out. And how I work out! I met my goal of running at least 3 miles and hitting the stair master for 25 minutes! I then hit the sauna before I hit the pool when I feel, unsettled. I decided to head home and finish my swimming later on in the night.
I never left my apartment after arriving. For the tea was on steroids, and wiped away any trace that I had eaten at all during the day. It did this over the last 4 hours. I felt like I ate 24 meximelts from TACO BELL by the time I finished.
Now, lighter, and with hallucinations coming on from the lack of sleep. My day ends. Ive been up for 23 hours if you start from the hour and a half sleep, but almost 48 hours if you don't.
Now I retire to bed, and work and pay tomorrow. And a screening of DEATH NOTE tomorrow.
now, sleep, sweet sweet sleep.
Posted Date: : May 19, 2008 10:05 PM
I type this from my desk, which is currently stacked to the fullest extent with half of my DVD collection.
The topic of this tale is what I've been doing for the last day and a half.. which right now is mostly a blur.
It began around 4 pm. I had been sitting in my room, enjoying central air and catching up on old episodes of BLEACH and DEATH NOTE that clog my DVR like fat in arteries of 47 year old Cubs fan. I had called my father and questioned him on if he would like to gander IRON MAN, as I had promised to take him last week, but alas, things fell through. Getting the A OK from dad, I get a call from my Grandmother to come and join her, my Grandfather and Aunt and Uncle at the local Tex-Mex restaurant that we frequent.
I joined them late, for I had to shower, as a day and a half of not leaving my apartment had taken its toll on my hygiene. I sat down, mid serving of the entree's, and placed my order for a Carne Asada quesadilla. Mid way through my aunt and uncles harrowing tale of visiting Disneyland for the first time in over 20 years, I soon regretted my dinner choice. It wasn't bad, but I'm on a diet to win a bet with a co worker. The pot is worth $400.. And greasy Mexican food would not help my cause.
But I had not the time to worry, for it neared 5 pm, and I had to pick my father up at his place in Whitter, a spry 10 mile drive up the 605 freeway, by 530 pm, or we would have to see a latter showing...
Hauling as much ass as my choked up car would allow, I made it to my fathers by 545. If we were to make the 635 pm showing, hustling would not be a word to describe how fast me had to go.
I managed to get my car cursing at a comfortable 70 mph, making excellent time. Until fate decided to drop a cluster of a turd on us. As we neared the 91 interchange, a mere 4 miles from our destination, the red break lights in front of us lit up like a Christmas tree. I could see a head of us that there was some sort of horrible accident... It had to be, other wise, why the fuck were we stopped?
Not letting fate get the best of us, I made for the nearest exit before I could get caught in the choke hold of the freeway. I skited side streets and made my way to the entrance to the free way a few miles a head of us, with traffic coming through like crap out of a constipated ass. I made way to our proper exit, CARSON, and parked in the gauntlet that is the parking lot of the LONG BEACH TOWN CENTER.
My brother decided to meet us there with his friend. Good I though, for he would save us a place in line!
And that he did.
Forking over $22 for two tickets, we made our way inside, only to fork over another $11 for two large sodas. Again, I wasn't thinking of my diet. For its not often that I go to the movies with my dad, so FUCK IT, I thought, I"ll make up the time later at the gym.
IRON MAN started, and all was good until the Hispanic couple with their 3 kids behind us decided to add Spanish commentary for the first half hour. Not only that, but they choose to sit in the handicap seats at the base, thus giving them a 6 foot gap between their seats, and their kids seats.
After some complaints, the noise settled for the last half of the film. Thankfully I had seen it already, but goddamn it, that kind of shit irritates me like a pimple on my ass!
The movie finished, and my father and I parted ways with my brother, and decided to saunter over to WALMART to pick up some FIX A FLAT for my car tire.
Walking through WALMART, I leaned over to my father and told him that "If you were Anti Abortion, allow me to lead you through Walmart any day of the week for a half hour. You'll be championing for the suction hose after wards"
Walmart, while nice on price, terrible on clients.
After making our way back to my car, my father proceeded to use the fix a flat on my tire. A quick stop by my house for some movies, I drove him back home to Whitter. I dropped him off around 10 pm and took the LONG way home.
Halfway to home, I forgot that I needed to work out. Submitting to do the proper thing I made my way to the gym for an hour and a half work out.
Unfortunately, what I was not away of at the time, I would be paying for driving home with the windows down.
After 10 laps in the pool and 15 in the steam room, went to the locker room to change. As I packed my work out gear, an episode of OPRAH was on.
Normally, I wouldn't give two shakes of a shit for OPRAH, as she is SATANS left hand, but something caught my attention. Her guest was a doctor who specialized in PAST LIFE regression. A form of HYPNO therapy that, if you suffer from them, pulls out from your sub conscious, former past life's you might have lived.
I slowly started walking out, but the damn TV had my attention, and that grabbed the attention of an overly muscular man in his late 50s who decided to give me the tale of his run in's with Hypnosis.
He started to tell me about how he was a terrible typeset, and showed my his thumb that looked like Willies thumb (caused by playing SPACE INVADERS IN THE 70;s) and told me how hypnosis helped him, but that the past life stuff was non sense. Now this would of been fine and dandy, but the man decided that he felt the need to completely undress while telling me this. I know that its a locker room, and some guys are far more comfortable with themselves than other guys are, but this man, he seemed almost subconsciously getting dressed. Like Doc Ock's many arms, his body moved as if independent from his mind.
Now picture this. An old, buff, nude man sitting on a bench telling me about how past life is BS. Now, to get an idea of what I was doing, imaging that scene in Wayne World 2, when Wayne and Garth are applying for permits to run their concert, and the clerk removes this glasses to reveal eyes with two different pigments. Wayne and Garth were trying to look away with out drawing away from the conversation. I was doing the same. And that caught up with me for a sec, and I started to chuckle, but held it in as the moment was far to surreal.
I ended the conversation as quickly as I could, escaping from the clutches of a wrinkled ball sack. I made my way back home around 12 am and caught up with the SIMPSONS and AMERICAN DAD.
While I was watching, I decided to take this Herbal tea that my coworker gave me to help cut weight. It flushes you system out real nice, and gets rid of the fatty build up in your colon. I had taken 2 cups the day prior with no incident, and got the expected results in about 3 hours. Thinking that I would use the old Indian trick of waking up early, only this time with a bowel movement, I drank 2 cups of it in one sitting. I figure that come 5 am I would be up and about. I would hit the gym, come home, shower and head off to work like a good sheep.
At least that's what I thought I would be doing..
instead, an hour and a half later, I awake to the sound of NOT BEING ABLE TO BREATH. My allergies had sneaked up on me during my slumber and had me in a death grip. From time to time I'll get hit real bad, and when they happen at night, I cant sleep because no matter how many times I'll blow my nose, it feels like theres a dam up in there, holding in massive amounts of snot, and it only has a tiny pin hole that's slowly leaking.
I get up and decided after 10 minutes of blowing that a few Claeritian would do the job, and pop'd 4 of them at once. Unfortunately, the bastards take forever to go into affect. I lounge for about 2 hours, unable to breath, and with only KNOCKED UP to watch on HBO. It neared 4 am and I needed sleep like a junkie needs a fix.
I rummage through my fridge, and find a bottle of SPICY MUSTARD.
I start squirting dollops of it in to my mouth, like a dog licking from a water bowl, but it only provides MINOR relief. Not wanting to go down, I come across a better alternative, A TUBE OF WASABI!
Now this tube was brand new, and I had forgotten I even had it. I pop it open and find that the green mashed up root is dispensed like TOOTH PASTE. With nothing in the house to spread it on, I open wide, and spread a nice line across my lounge. I start working around, and by god, it worked! Not only did it clear my nasal passage, but it caused my eyes to water up like an emotional woman watching a chick flick. Unfortunately, the wasabi also killed my taste buds for about an hour too. Not wanting to relive that glorious moment, I find a bottle of VICKS VAPOR rub. I open it and inhale like I'm snorting coke. I then smear the goo over my nose and lay down for some needed zzz.
I didn't get that though.
530 am rolled around and I was still up. Worse yet, my tea hadn't kicked in yet.
So around 6, I got all my work preparation out of the way and sat down in front of my computer till around 7 am. I left the house, now only running on an hour and a half sleep. Worse yet, I was finally starting to feel the effects of the tea come on.
With the horror of falling asleep at the wheel at work, I stop at AM PM and buy 3 of the 16 ounce AMPS. I chug one in the car on the way to work and save the others for later.
I show up for work, nose stuffed, eyes swollen, and in a weird state of awareness and dozy.
Only 20 minutes into the work day, make my way to the toilet, something I hate doing at work.
I bit pride and pinched my shame and made use of the facilities. The effects of the tea were quite strong, but nothing too bad. At first.
It turns out that was only stop one of FIVE for the morning. After a close call on the road on the way back from Breakfast pick up, I felt much better, and Lighter.
So, in a haze, I make my way through work, downing the other two amps and going off of a chicken sandwich for breakfast. I take a few minutes of eye rest on my break, but no real sleep.
Around 4 pm, I decide that I need to work out today and plan on taking a good 3 hour work out to help cut weight before weigh in on wends day. I had eaten a bag of funions that a co worker gave me in the car, and kicking myself again for eating like crap. So I make another batch of the tea and pound it around 430 pm.
By 530, running on an hour and a half of sleep and 3 Amps, I work out. And how I work out! I met my goal of running at least 3 miles and hitting the stair master for 25 minutes! I then hit the sauna before I hit the pool when I feel, unsettled. I decided to head home and finish my swimming later on in the night.
I never left my apartment after arriving. For the tea was on steroids, and wiped away any trace that I had eaten at all during the day. It did this over the last 4 hours. I felt like I ate 24 meximelts from TACO BELL by the time I finished.
Now, lighter, and with hallucinations coming on from the lack of sleep. My day ends. Ive been up for 23 hours if you start from the hour and a half sleep, but almost 48 hours if you don't.
Now I retire to bed, and work and pay tomorrow. And a screening of DEATH NOTE tomorrow.
now, sleep, sweet sweet sleep.
June 5th, 2008
Subject : Finish line and bikers...
Posted Date: : Jun 5, 2008 6:11 PM
So, back at the begging of January, I made a bet with a co worker and entered into a weight loss competition.
We both agreed that the end date would be on JUNE 4th, PAY DAY!.
The bet: Who Could lose more weight (proportioned to their starting weight) would win $400 CASH.
So the race was on. 6 months. Lose more weight than your opponent.
Well, neither of us really jumped into it untill well into March, but we had been weighing in every week. My co worker lost 10 lbs in the second week, water weight, and I never caught up during the entire race.
So, over the last 2 weeks, I've been watching calorie intake, and working out like a mad man on crack. The last weekend before the end of the bet, I was into full weight cutting. I spent at least a good 11 hours in the gym between Monday and Tuesday, running, and sweating in the sauna.
In total, I cut 14 lbs.
So when the big day came, I was exausted and light headed
I hopped on the scale, final weigh in: 299lbs (last weigh in, 313 lbs)
Co Workers weigh in 253.
Total Loss of me: 31lbs (not much for 6 months I know)
Co workers Total Loss: 31lbs.
A TIE!
We tied.. of the million to one chances we both lost the same amount of weight.
So no one lost, but no one won. So I am not $400 poorer, but neither am I any richer.
Though, I did come out of it with a good amount of wight loss, something I really needed. Now under 300lbs, I am no longer Morbidly Obease, I'm now just a big fatty. My goal now it to get to about 250 lbs. Once there, start lifting and get rid of the fat and maybe build some muscle.
But I didnt think the fates were pointing in my direction, as the night before, after I arrived home from they gym, I parked across the street from my place. It was around 1am, no one on the street. At least thats what I thought. The second I open my door, BAM. Something hit it. I didnt know what the hell happend until I got out and saw a guy laying on the street, with this Bike on top of him. His buddy was on his bike just staring at the guy on the ground.
I got out to see if he was all right. He didnt move for a mintue and I thought he was dead. I finally heard a groggy moan and he moved. I asked him if he was all right. The response I got was "hows your door?" The guy got up and hobbled to the curb. His shoe was torn in half (something that happend when he bent the bottom of my door and it cut the shoe in half) He took off his shoe, and he had a nice black welt on the top of his foot. He moved it around and he said it wasnt broken, just "hurt like a fucking bitch" He asked about my door again, which wasnt closing right. I told him dont worry about it, I work at a dealership, and I can get it fixed. I got his name just incase of anything and he hobbled on his bike and peddled off.
So now my door is jacked up with a messed up hing, but I'll get it fixed. That along with my now leaky radiator, I cant win with my car.
So Now, I'm off to the gym, to continue my weight loss.
Posted Date: : Jun 5, 2008 6:11 PM
So, back at the begging of January, I made a bet with a co worker and entered into a weight loss competition.
We both agreed that the end date would be on JUNE 4th, PAY DAY!.
The bet: Who Could lose more weight (proportioned to their starting weight) would win $400 CASH.
So the race was on. 6 months. Lose more weight than your opponent.
Well, neither of us really jumped into it untill well into March, but we had been weighing in every week. My co worker lost 10 lbs in the second week, water weight, and I never caught up during the entire race.
So, over the last 2 weeks, I've been watching calorie intake, and working out like a mad man on crack. The last weekend before the end of the bet, I was into full weight cutting. I spent at least a good 11 hours in the gym between Monday and Tuesday, running, and sweating in the sauna.
In total, I cut 14 lbs.
So when the big day came, I was exausted and light headed
I hopped on the scale, final weigh in: 299lbs (last weigh in, 313 lbs)
Co Workers weigh in 253.
Total Loss of me: 31lbs (not much for 6 months I know)
Co workers Total Loss: 31lbs.
A TIE!
We tied.. of the million to one chances we both lost the same amount of weight.
So no one lost, but no one won. So I am not $400 poorer, but neither am I any richer.
Though, I did come out of it with a good amount of wight loss, something I really needed. Now under 300lbs, I am no longer Morbidly Obease, I'm now just a big fatty. My goal now it to get to about 250 lbs. Once there, start lifting and get rid of the fat and maybe build some muscle.
But I didnt think the fates were pointing in my direction, as the night before, after I arrived home from they gym, I parked across the street from my place. It was around 1am, no one on the street. At least thats what I thought. The second I open my door, BAM. Something hit it. I didnt know what the hell happend until I got out and saw a guy laying on the street, with this Bike on top of him. His buddy was on his bike just staring at the guy on the ground.
I got out to see if he was all right. He didnt move for a mintue and I thought he was dead. I finally heard a groggy moan and he moved. I asked him if he was all right. The response I got was "hows your door?" The guy got up and hobbled to the curb. His shoe was torn in half (something that happend when he bent the bottom of my door and it cut the shoe in half) He took off his shoe, and he had a nice black welt on the top of his foot. He moved it around and he said it wasnt broken, just "hurt like a fucking bitch" He asked about my door again, which wasnt closing right. I told him dont worry about it, I work at a dealership, and I can get it fixed. I got his name just incase of anything and he hobbled on his bike and peddled off.
So now my door is jacked up with a messed up hing, but I'll get it fixed. That along with my now leaky radiator, I cant win with my car.
So Now, I'm off to the gym, to continue my weight loss.
July 19th, 2008
Subject : Like that little fucking rabbit!
Posted Date: : Jul 19, 2008 10:26 AM
I"VE OFFICALLY ONLY HAD 3 HOURS OF SLEEP IN THE LAST 40!!!!
ALL BROUGHT TO YOU IN PART BY
FOR THOSE OF YOU WHO WISH TO KNOW WHAT ITS LIKE TO DO SPEED WITH OUT THE NASTY SIDE EFFECTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Posted Date: : Jul 19, 2008 10:26 AM
I"VE OFFICALLY ONLY HAD 3 HOURS OF SLEEP IN THE LAST 40!!!!
ALL BROUGHT TO YOU IN PART BY
FOR THOSE OF YOU WHO WISH TO KNOW WHAT ITS LIKE TO DO SPEED WITH OUT THE NASTY SIDE EFFECTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
August 20th, 2008
Subject : Stay Neutral
Posted Date: : Aug 20, 2008 5:41 AM
If I have learned one thing in my 24 years on this planet, its do as the Swiss.. Stay neutral.
I've learned that unless you your self have a personal stake in some ones business, just leave it be. I've been privy to some information over time, none of it ever leaves my lips as some one who would confide in me has the reason and belief that I'm not going to talk about their private shit that they just dropped on me for some advice.
Its a difficult thing sometimes, but its also a learning experiance and keeps one humble. If anything, I learn more by other's action than learning form my own mistakes. Maybe why I haven't bothered to move out on my own. Maybe its why I never bothered to pursue any sort of intimate relationship. Hell, maybe its why many people like hanging around me.
But what I can say is that I have learned alot about people, yet I learn the same lesson every time. You never, ever, truly know a person.
And sometimes you only find out who a person really is after they die! Then you're left with a bunch of other awkward questions that you probably don't want answered.
Lesson: Stay out of other peoples shit! Unless you want to get dragged down along with them!
Posted Date: : Aug 20, 2008 5:41 AM
If I have learned one thing in my 24 years on this planet, its do as the Swiss.. Stay neutral.
I've learned that unless you your self have a personal stake in some ones business, just leave it be. I've been privy to some information over time, none of it ever leaves my lips as some one who would confide in me has the reason and belief that I'm not going to talk about their private shit that they just dropped on me for some advice.
Its a difficult thing sometimes, but its also a learning experiance and keeps one humble. If anything, I learn more by other's action than learning form my own mistakes. Maybe why I haven't bothered to move out on my own. Maybe its why I never bothered to pursue any sort of intimate relationship. Hell, maybe its why many people like hanging around me.
But what I can say is that I have learned alot about people, yet I learn the same lesson every time. You never, ever, truly know a person.
And sometimes you only find out who a person really is after they die! Then you're left with a bunch of other awkward questions that you probably don't want answered.
Lesson: Stay out of other peoples shit! Unless you want to get dragged down along with them!
August 26th, 2008
Subject : What a diffrence a year makes...
Posted Date: : Aug 26, 2008 7:33 AM
What I like about blogging is that, like the mighty journal, you can go back and take a look back at your self at a point in time. Sure photos show what you looked like a year or years ago, but ones writing of ones thoughts shows a hell of a lot more.
Case in point..
Blog from over a year ago
So much anger.
And Over what? Where my life is going, what my grandparents are thinking of me, that I dont have a girlfriend.
My word, what a diffrence a year makes.
I dont know what I've done, but looking back at this, I'm even a bit ashamed of my self. Sure I still bitch and moan, but its mostly over movies and stuff that dosnt really matter.
What a jerk off I was (and possibly still am) but I do know this. My way of thinking has changed.
Maybe its the fact that over the last few months I've had the hash thoughts that one day, this is all going to end. Well, as of right now, there is no real way of physical immortality. Spiritally, thats a diffrent subject for a diffrent day.
I had a series of panic attacks months ago, right after I started working again. Just something crawled up my back and remined me that one day I'm going to be dead. Maybe not today, and maybe not tomarrow, but one day. And while its morbid, its something we all have to deal with at one time or another, and maybe its just a sign tyring to get me to look at things a little more clearly.
the beautiful thing about my job is that it affords me a lot of thinking time. I drive in a pick up truck all day, away from everyone else at work for hours at a time. Just me and my radio and the thoughts in my head. You start looking around, at the sky, people, places, things. And when you realize that its going to be gone one day, you really start to appreciate it a little more.
Theres a scene in SAW 2, when Donnie Wahlberg's charecter and Jigsaw are having a disscusion over Jigsaw's killings. Jigsaw explains to Donnie's cop charecter that he himself dose not kill anyone, but simply gives people the choice of to live or to die. He continues this explination that people today dont really live until they're dying. When you eat, you dont take time to taste the food. When you drink you dont really taste the water, nor really breath in the air. Its all just reflexes to continue on your day of doing nothing. Only when you start dying to you really take time to taste that food or water, to really stop and smell the roses for a better term. Jigsaw learned this when he found out he had cancer and tried to kill himself only to live.
This scene, a scene in a low budge gore porn film, really stuck with me when I watched it. I've kinda used it as my creedo in life. Dont worry about the other shit in the world, enjoy the day to day.
I've learned to stop worrying over money. I'm in credit card debt right now, and my family hounds me over it. I've learned that its just money. And I've stopped caring so much over it as other people do. If I have some, then I have some, if not, no biggie. I make enough to live off of and thats fine and dandy. I've seen people worry sick over cash, and I've seen it ruin lives. But all cash is is paper printed by the goverment that they give some sort of invisible value to. You never know whats going to happen from day to day. One day you could be rich, with billions of dollars, and all it would take is one big natural disaster to render that money completely usless.
We as a society have built up power as having lots of cash and lots of stuff to a point were we kill each other over it. Very little do we ever really look up and realize that we're flying though space on a giant rock in a vast darkness around a giant nucular explosion. And that sort of thing dosnt blow peoples minds any more. Its because we've created our own personal hell on earth that we live in a status quo from country to country in one giant pissing contest.
In the end, Politics, cash, stuff, its all pointless. Yeah, its nice to have, and I'm not denying that, as I have lots of stuff, and having lots of cash makes things easier less stressful. But maybe if one takes a step back, and realize that all of these Job's that we've created for our selves just do nothing but take up the time between the point you're born and the point you die, and keep you from really exploring the world out there.
And for some, its at a point were that isnt an option, many people I know now have kids and are doing their jobs raising them. Hopfully well too.
but now I'm tired and have gotten way off course with the point I was trying to make. I'll probably come back to it later, but right now, I'm going to pass out for work tomarrow.
Posted Date: : Aug 26, 2008 7:33 AM
What I like about blogging is that, like the mighty journal, you can go back and take a look back at your self at a point in time. Sure photos show what you looked like a year or years ago, but ones writing of ones thoughts shows a hell of a lot more.
Case in point..
Blog from over a year ago
So much anger.
And Over what? Where my life is going, what my grandparents are thinking of me, that I dont have a girlfriend.
My word, what a diffrence a year makes.
I dont know what I've done, but looking back at this, I'm even a bit ashamed of my self. Sure I still bitch and moan, but its mostly over movies and stuff that dosnt really matter.
What a jerk off I was (and possibly still am) but I do know this. My way of thinking has changed.
Maybe its the fact that over the last few months I've had the hash thoughts that one day, this is all going to end. Well, as of right now, there is no real way of physical immortality. Spiritally, thats a diffrent subject for a diffrent day.
I had a series of panic attacks months ago, right after I started working again. Just something crawled up my back and remined me that one day I'm going to be dead. Maybe not today, and maybe not tomarrow, but one day. And while its morbid, its something we all have to deal with at one time or another, and maybe its just a sign tyring to get me to look at things a little more clearly.
the beautiful thing about my job is that it affords me a lot of thinking time. I drive in a pick up truck all day, away from everyone else at work for hours at a time. Just me and my radio and the thoughts in my head. You start looking around, at the sky, people, places, things. And when you realize that its going to be gone one day, you really start to appreciate it a little more.
Theres a scene in SAW 2, when Donnie Wahlberg's charecter and Jigsaw are having a disscusion over Jigsaw's killings. Jigsaw explains to Donnie's cop charecter that he himself dose not kill anyone, but simply gives people the choice of to live or to die. He continues this explination that people today dont really live until they're dying. When you eat, you dont take time to taste the food. When you drink you dont really taste the water, nor really breath in the air. Its all just reflexes to continue on your day of doing nothing. Only when you start dying to you really take time to taste that food or water, to really stop and smell the roses for a better term. Jigsaw learned this when he found out he had cancer and tried to kill himself only to live.
This scene, a scene in a low budge gore porn film, really stuck with me when I watched it. I've kinda used it as my creedo in life. Dont worry about the other shit in the world, enjoy the day to day.
I've learned to stop worrying over money. I'm in credit card debt right now, and my family hounds me over it. I've learned that its just money. And I've stopped caring so much over it as other people do. If I have some, then I have some, if not, no biggie. I make enough to live off of and thats fine and dandy. I've seen people worry sick over cash, and I've seen it ruin lives. But all cash is is paper printed by the goverment that they give some sort of invisible value to. You never know whats going to happen from day to day. One day you could be rich, with billions of dollars, and all it would take is one big natural disaster to render that money completely usless.
We as a society have built up power as having lots of cash and lots of stuff to a point were we kill each other over it. Very little do we ever really look up and realize that we're flying though space on a giant rock in a vast darkness around a giant nucular explosion. And that sort of thing dosnt blow peoples minds any more. Its because we've created our own personal hell on earth that we live in a status quo from country to country in one giant pissing contest.
In the end, Politics, cash, stuff, its all pointless. Yeah, its nice to have, and I'm not denying that, as I have lots of stuff, and having lots of cash makes things easier less stressful. But maybe if one takes a step back, and realize that all of these Job's that we've created for our selves just do nothing but take up the time between the point you're born and the point you die, and keep you from really exploring the world out there.
And for some, its at a point were that isnt an option, many people I know now have kids and are doing their jobs raising them. Hopfully well too.
but now I'm tired and have gotten way off course with the point I was trying to make. I'll probably come back to it later, but right now, I'm going to pass out for work tomarrow.
August 31st, 2008
Subject : AIDS SAVES THE WORLD!
Posted Date: : Aug 31, 2008 5:25 AM
I was watching the 2005 version of War of the Worlds earlier, the one with Tom Cruise post psycho breakdown. I've seen the movie at least a dozen times after the theater viewings and on DVD.
Now in the end of the film, the aliens lose because they get sick and die off, and Tom Cruise reunites with this ex wife and Morgan Freeman makes a speech that we has humans have survived diseases for million years, BLAH BLAH BLAH..
In the book of WOTW, the aliens die off from the common cold. We lost the war and were only saved by a runny nose.
But as I watched this new WOTW, I realized something. Only a few of the aliens ever left their ships, and they had shields that protected them from Military fire and presumably the elements too.
So how did they die...
They showed the Tripods sucking up human blood to fertilize their red weed that was growing over everything. So the aliens were coming into contact with Human blood, which the last time I checked, IS FILTHY! To grow the amount of weed they did and for they're fleet to die out as it did, they had to process a lot of humans in a short amount of time. So er go, the aliens got AIDS, and probably Herpes too. So if the aliens didn't get the hiv or the clap, we the humans would of surely perished!
So remember, when alien tripods come up from the ground, fuck with out a rubber!
Posted Date: : Aug 31, 2008 5:25 AM
I was watching the 2005 version of War of the Worlds earlier, the one with Tom Cruise post psycho breakdown. I've seen the movie at least a dozen times after the theater viewings and on DVD.
Now in the end of the film, the aliens lose because they get sick and die off, and Tom Cruise reunites with this ex wife and Morgan Freeman makes a speech that we has humans have survived diseases for million years, BLAH BLAH BLAH..
In the book of WOTW, the aliens die off from the common cold. We lost the war and were only saved by a runny nose.
But as I watched this new WOTW, I realized something. Only a few of the aliens ever left their ships, and they had shields that protected them from Military fire and presumably the elements too.
So how did they die...
They showed the Tripods sucking up human blood to fertilize their red weed that was growing over everything. So the aliens were coming into contact with Human blood, which the last time I checked, IS FILTHY! To grow the amount of weed they did and for they're fleet to die out as it did, they had to process a lot of humans in a short amount of time. So er go, the aliens got AIDS, and probably Herpes too. So if the aliens didn't get the hiv or the clap, we the humans would of surely perished!
So remember, when alien tripods come up from the ground, fuck with out a rubber!
September 1st, 2008
Subject : OH MY GOD! THEY FOUND THE ZODIAC KILLER!!!
Posted Date: : Sep 1, 2008 4:56 AM
I've written before about my odd obsession with the Zodiac Killer. The guy who killed 5 people over the near a decade in the San Fransisco area. The thing was that the killer left mocking letters to the SFPD, encrypted, but always telling of his next crime. There were several instances that the cops were mear moments from catching him, only to have the bastard slip away.
His most famous case, one in which a young man survived, he described the killer wearing a outfit like this..
Creepy huh!
Well, after years and years, FBI thinks that they might have found him.
This man.. Jack Tarrance
Story
His stepson found a lot of stuff that points to him as the killer.
Thing is, he died in 2006.
If it is confirmed that he is the Zodiac Killer, then in the end, he won. That sends a tingle up my spine.
This guy wanted to be found after he died. He had every opprotunity in the world to destroy any trace of his involvment to the crimes. But he didnt. He purposly left this stuff to be found and let the world know that he did it.
DIABOLICAL!
The bastard was a genius. He killed, taunted, and in the end, got away with it.
He became Immoratl by being found.
He may be rotting in hell, but I bet he's laughing while doing it.
Posted Date: : Sep 1, 2008 4:56 AM
I've written before about my odd obsession with the Zodiac Killer. The guy who killed 5 people over the near a decade in the San Fransisco area. The thing was that the killer left mocking letters to the SFPD, encrypted, but always telling of his next crime. There were several instances that the cops were mear moments from catching him, only to have the bastard slip away.
His most famous case, one in which a young man survived, he described the killer wearing a outfit like this..
Creepy huh!
Well, after years and years, FBI thinks that they might have found him.
This man.. Jack Tarrance
Story
His stepson found a lot of stuff that points to him as the killer.
Thing is, he died in 2006.
If it is confirmed that he is the Zodiac Killer, then in the end, he won. That sends a tingle up my spine.
This guy wanted to be found after he died. He had every opprotunity in the world to destroy any trace of his involvment to the crimes. But he didnt. He purposly left this stuff to be found and let the world know that he did it.
DIABOLICAL!
The bastard was a genius. He killed, taunted, and in the end, got away with it.
He became Immoratl by being found.
He may be rotting in hell, but I bet he's laughing while doing it.
September 1st, 2008
Subject : Picture
Posted Date: : Sep 1, 2008 9:03 AM
I love photos. I love taking pictures. Am I good at it? Probably not the greatest photographer, but I do like capturing moments. Very rarely do I like to do the whole SMILE AND SAY CHEESE thing. I really prefer to get pics of moments as they happen.
It can be seen by the massive amounts of pics that I have in my photo section. There are two types that you'll see: Moments, and Photo Ops.
The photo ops are something I do enjoy.
When I hit autograph signings or meet and greets, this is usually what happens. I wait an ungodly amount of time, I walk up, shake the person's hand, get my item signed, get my pic and be on my merry. The whole thing usualy lasts about 50 seconds to a minute and a half. The picture taken though, lasts much longer than that. That's the savor moment. Like taking a bite in to a juicy steak and savioring the taste.
Before I owned a digital camera, I had everythng taken on film, and I usually kept those pics close untill I could evntually get them scanned.
Well, I had a set of photos that were kept in a fold that when I moved, went MIA. Then an event happend last year that put me in a panic over the location. I had a good idea where they were, but when I checked, wernt there.
Tonight, I located said fold, and inside, a picture that has a bit of value.
This picture:
A signed poloroid with Chris Benoit at Rob Van Damn's store back in 2005.
Benoit was the top of 3 Wrestlers that I held in high esteem. The other two are Mike Awesome and Masato Tanaka.
Well, I got my picture with two of them, and Two of them are dead.
Awesome hung himself after his wife left him. I never to to meet him.
Benoit though, snapped one night, killed his wife, played with his son the rest of the day, then smotherd him before hanging himself on his weight set.
No one knows why he did it, and no one ever will. But the fact still remains that the man was one of the greatest wrestlers and a guy I loved to watch wrestle. He was a master at his craft.
Its pictures that remind us of the better times. Its also something to look at when events dont turn out the way you think they will.
Posted Date: : Sep 1, 2008 9:03 AM
I love photos. I love taking pictures. Am I good at it? Probably not the greatest photographer, but I do like capturing moments. Very rarely do I like to do the whole SMILE AND SAY CHEESE thing. I really prefer to get pics of moments as they happen.
It can be seen by the massive amounts of pics that I have in my photo section. There are two types that you'll see: Moments, and Photo Ops.
The photo ops are something I do enjoy.
When I hit autograph signings or meet and greets, this is usually what happens. I wait an ungodly amount of time, I walk up, shake the person's hand, get my item signed, get my pic and be on my merry. The whole thing usualy lasts about 50 seconds to a minute and a half. The picture taken though, lasts much longer than that. That's the savor moment. Like taking a bite in to a juicy steak and savioring the taste.
Before I owned a digital camera, I had everythng taken on film, and I usually kept those pics close untill I could evntually get them scanned.
Well, I had a set of photos that were kept in a fold that when I moved, went MIA. Then an event happend last year that put me in a panic over the location. I had a good idea where they were, but when I checked, wernt there.
Tonight, I located said fold, and inside, a picture that has a bit of value.
This picture:
A signed poloroid with Chris Benoit at Rob Van Damn's store back in 2005.
Benoit was the top of 3 Wrestlers that I held in high esteem. The other two are Mike Awesome and Masato Tanaka.
Well, I got my picture with two of them, and Two of them are dead.
Awesome hung himself after his wife left him. I never to to meet him.
Benoit though, snapped one night, killed his wife, played with his son the rest of the day, then smotherd him before hanging himself on his weight set.
No one knows why he did it, and no one ever will. But the fact still remains that the man was one of the greatest wrestlers and a guy I loved to watch wrestle. He was a master at his craft.
Its pictures that remind us of the better times. Its also something to look at when events dont turn out the way you think they will.
September 29th, 2008
Subject : Movin on up.. (but not to the east side)
Posted Date: : Sep 29, 2008 7:56 AM
There are events in ones life that will always be remember. You're first day of school. The first time you fall in love. The first time you Poop in the toilte like a big kid! and probably one of the most important...
The day you move out.
And that day has come for me.
As of Friday afternoon, I was added to the lease to by buddy Mike's apartment, and over the next week, I'm packing my shit up and moving in with him and his lady sam.
Yes, at the young, and tender age of 24, I'm said "em, Fuck it, I'm out of here" to living with my mother, and I'm charging out into the larger world of fending for myself.
I'm going to have to finally provide a monthly rent and properly buy groceries to feed myself! Money will be tight and I have to make up NEW excuses for being late to work and other functions!
Am I excited. A bit. I mostly feel that the time was needed for a change of pace. Mike needed help with the rent, and my grandfather is very adamant about me taking some responsibility for myself now that I'm almost 25. I think he sees 25, still at home, with a mediocre job, no direction in life, and girlfriend=less being not such a good thing. Hum.
I'm hoping that the solitued and less funds will finally unblock the stress and lazyness thats been plauging my writing as of late. Its also affording me to finally go through all the crap I have and sort out the shit I dont need any more.
Now I can brign women back to my place with out the fear of my mother showing up....
Wait, that dosn't even happen now
So by this time next month, we will know if this is a collasal sucsess, or an epic failure and we're all dead and some one owes some one a coke!
Posted Date: : Sep 29, 2008 7:56 AM
There are events in ones life that will always be remember. You're first day of school. The first time you fall in love. The first time you Poop in the toilte like a big kid! and probably one of the most important...
The day you move out.
And that day has come for me.
As of Friday afternoon, I was added to the lease to by buddy Mike's apartment, and over the next week, I'm packing my shit up and moving in with him and his lady sam.
Yes, at the young, and tender age of 24, I'm said "em, Fuck it, I'm out of here" to living with my mother, and I'm charging out into the larger world of fending for myself.
I'm going to have to finally provide a monthly rent and properly buy groceries to feed myself! Money will be tight and I have to make up NEW excuses for being late to work and other functions!
Am I excited. A bit. I mostly feel that the time was needed for a change of pace. Mike needed help with the rent, and my grandfather is very adamant about me taking some responsibility for myself now that I'm almost 25. I think he sees 25, still at home, with a mediocre job, no direction in life, and girlfriend=less being not such a good thing. Hum.
I'm hoping that the solitued and less funds will finally unblock the stress and lazyness thats been plauging my writing as of late. Its also affording me to finally go through all the crap I have and sort out the shit I dont need any more.
Now I can brign women back to my place with out the fear of my mother showing up....
Wait, that dosn't even happen now
So by this time next month, we will know if this is a collasal sucsess, or an epic failure and we're all dead and some one owes some one a coke!
You know what Fuck it
This blog was suppose to be the back up to my Myspace Blogs I've written since 2005. But it's been nearly 2 years since I transferred anything. I meant to have everything in order by date, but looking at the last year or two on my myspace blog, there was a lot of bullshit I put up there just for the sake of posting something. So I'm just going to post the blogs I feel are worthy of saving, with the original date published. Not that many people are ever going to read these, but I'm a sucker for keeping old shit around. One day, I'll look back and realize what a winy bitch I was.
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