The Legend Reborn

Yet another sports related atrocity

Fri, 18 Sep 2009 05:31:06 GMT

http://sports.yahoo.com/nfl/blog/shutdown_corner/post/Dunta-Robinson-s-shoe-based-payment-demand-gets-?urn=nfl,190319&cp=79#comments

So he gets paid $9.667 million dollars a year and is complaining. Furthermore, when they fined him for his shoes telling the manager to pay him, it was $25k.

$9,667,000
- $25,000
= $9,612,000

Big punishment.

Now, I have to ask - why is it that we can pay hundreds on thousands of atheletes these six figure numbers on a yearly basis, but we can't feed the poor, house the homeless, fund the space program, find the cure for a multitude of diseases, keep the gas prices down, fix the roads, educate the youth, pay the police what they're worth, have affordable, lawyer and idiot-free health care, a decent president, or eliminate the massive debt we have from giving money away to other countries and bankers, a useless drug war that ends up overpopulating prisons and crunching taxpayers to pay for the inmates and operational expenses of these facilities, and social programs that do nothing but serve as fodder for a bought off media?

I think it's time we once again re-evaluate our spending decisions in this country. All of our money is being given to people that don't deserve it while being denied to those that do. We need to do away with Social Security? Bullshit. We need to do away with overpaid atheletes, senators, and actors.

Just because I want to be cheerful for a moment against myself:

Sat, 12 Sep 2009 09:18:04 GMT

"The Girls and Boys of Rock and Roll"
-The Chipmunks and Chipettes

(Chipettes)
Sun goes down, I�m just getting up
I�m heading for the city lights
Radio blasting on the way to the club
Gonna rock this town tonight

"You're livin' in a man's world"
They tell us
But we ain't gonna buy it
The things they trying to sell us now.....

'Cause we're the girls of Rock N' Roll
(oooooooh oh!)
Yeah we're the girls of Rock N' Roll
(Rock N Roll ol ol ah!)

(Chipmunks)
Oh yeah!
Curtain's up and I'm ready to go
My guitar is in my hand
There's nothing more that I'd rather do
Than play in a rock n roll band

What we have is what we will be given
Headed for the top
(Don't ya know!)
We'll never stop
believing now.....

'Cause we're the boys of Rock N' Roll
(You better believe it, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah!)
Yeah, we're the boys of Rock 'n Roll
(Rock n' Roll oh)

We are the girls
We are the girls
We are the girls of rock n roll
We are the boys
We are the boys
We are the boys of Rock n roll

Cause we're the boys of Rock n' Roll
(ooooh oh oh oh)
Yeah we're the girls of Rock n' Roll
(Better be believing that we are)
Yeah we're the boys of Rockn' Roll
(Rock and Roll)
Yeah we're the girls of Rock n' Roll
(Rock 'n Rock 'n Roll)
Yeah we're the boys of Rock n' Roll
(Rock and Roll)
Yeah we're the girls or Rock n' Roll
(Rock 'n Rock 'n Roll)
Yeah we're the boys of Rock n' Roll
(Gonna rock and roll and rock and roll and rock and roll)
Yeah we're the girls of Rock n' Roll
(Gonna rock n' roll)

Enjoy my 80s geekery, thanks to YouTube backing me up for once.

(y'know, I always did have a crush on Janette... just sayin')

The latest craze: Parasites in our Food

Sat, 12 Sep 2009 08:16:41 GMT

It's come to my attention that MSN.com keeps running editorials on food that may or may not contain parasites. All I can say is:

They've always been there!

Seriously. This craze over it has only the result of stirring people up and making them even more neurotic and paranoid for no good reason. Okay, so you don't want to eat parasites and have them living in your body and bothering you, I understand. I don't either. However, since they've always been there and this is simply another ploy by big business owners to cut off their competitions by pointing out something that most people didn't realize but makes no ultimate difference.

Save the hysteria. Some parasites are actually useful, fighting off infections and disease in exchange for nutrients from the food you eat and the air you breathe. We have a symbiotic existance with the rest of the world and when we try to make ourselves completely pure of it, we weaken ourselves to the worst of it, things that we would have normally survived without a second thought had we allowed ourselves to be part of nature. No one likes to get sick, but getting sick and getting well strengthens us. Even if it makes us feel horrible for a while, that we do get better means that we've grown stronger.

Nietzche said it best: "That which does not kill me only makes me stronger."

While my uncle called me an idiot when I was young for comparing this axiom to illness and recovery, it is just as true for it as it is for surviving a crisis, a battle, or any other related situation that could cause you to die.

Yes, there are parasites in our food. Anyone that's argued with vegans has learned this on both sides of the table - they say our food is riddled with parasites and disease, we say theirs is riddled with parasites and chemicals. In the end, does it really matter? I don't think so. We can't subsist off simply air and sunlight alone, and if we could, we'd be poisoned by that too thanks to all the chemicals we put in the atmosphere with our automobiles, aerospace vehicles, and nautical vessels with stacks.

Just a friendly message from your neighborhood anti-hysteria common sense guy.

I stay free.

Writer's Block: I May Be Crazy

Wed, 12 Aug 2009 09:03:11 GMT

What does this Rorschach blot look like to you?

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I see a hip-bone, a coyote/grey fox with four eyes, a starship, a moth of some sort, a suit of armor with smoke shooting off around it, a pair of goblins sitting on a fallen signpost, and a couple of cute bunny rabbits sharing a strange looking carrot.

Update:

Tue, 04 Aug 2009 01:47:30 GMT

I'm thinking my creativity well's running a bit dry these days. I haven't come up with an interesting update title in quite a while. But I guess that just comes with the territory, considering not just how many entries I've made in my time, but how my mindset has changed over time. I guess I also listen to a lot of Hammerfall. Can't help it; damn good band!

For all intents and purposes I'm hale and hearty and actually gaining weight against my will now that my metabolism has slowed back down. Apparently when I was smoking pot almost every day, my metabolism was shot through the roof and I dropped fifty pounds, all of which I'm steadily gaining back. I guess it was good for something, eh?

Anyway, that's not what I came up here to talk about. Actually, I just wanted to announce that I've finished this quarter of school (or will be finishing it in three weeks) with a straight-A average across the board. 4.0 GPA for the quarter!

Not bad, I'd say. I used to suck at school, but now I think I'm doing alright. =)

And that's pretty much all I wanted to say right now!

I stay free.

Wedding today:

Sun, 02 Aug 2009 00:47:21 GMT

So I went to a wedding hosted by two of my friends, Josh and Sarah. It went well, and the bride looked radiant. The groom... well, he looked good. They were happy to see me and were glad I came, despite the drama that went down a month ago.

Lance was there and spent most of his time sulking at another table or socializing with everyone but the bride and groom, and myself of course. I thought that was interesting to note.

Owen was also there. I'm glad he came down from Austin and it was really good to see him. He, Lonnie, and Poofie were the three people that really had very much to do with me. The rest of the people I either didn't know, or were Chris, Kristi, Wolf, and Amanda.

Amanda, as always, was pleasant when she saw me. She disappeared early on to take care of her baby.

Wolf talked to me a little, but didn't really seem interested in doing so. Still, that he even spoke to me means that we still have something of a friendship to salvage.

Kristi even spoke to me a little, which was a pleasant thing. I think if she wants to try to be my friend despite the drama, then I'm willing to go along with that. I have no problems with people wanting to be my friend, as long as they want to be my friend based on who I am and what they know of me personally. That she seemed to only be obligated to not talk to me because of Chris' insistence on being involved with business that's not his... well, it spoke well for her.

Chris, on the other hand, did his usual Leo thing. He seems pretty insistent on not being my friend because of Lance. His loss, really. I wish he'd be more of an adult than he is, but one can't expect miracles with some people.

Anyway, I'm tired from being out in the heat all afternoon, so I think I'm going to turn in a bit earlier than usual.

I stay free.

Post x2 of the day:

Mon, 27 Jul 2009 19:26:39 GMT

I've gone through and revamped a few things, most notably my Icons. I decided to retire Q for the most part, and to go with something different. Naruto stuff is the theme of the day. I think what I've got up now fits my mindsets better and offers a little more variety in the theme of my replies and posts.

We'll see how it goes.

I've also noticed that I've had a knack of ending my posts on Myspace in a certain way these days. I think I'll try it out here, too.

I stay free.

Looking for something:

Mon, 27 Jul 2009 16:53:45 GMT

I'm not sure just how many other Naruto fans I have on my list here, but I'm sure one of you at least has gone searching for the elusive theme played in the build-up of the Sakura/Ino exam fight.

I've not been able to find it and that bad-ass remix of Sakura's theme haunts me daily. I must have it!

Anyone got any leads for me?

Question:

Sat, 25 Jul 2009 17:15:47 GMT

I've pondered this for a while and finally, I'm just going to outright ask it.

When did "Speaking your mind" become synonomous with "Being an asshole to people"?

Surely people can speak their mind without being insulting, judgmental, or otherwise hateful about it. I know we've grown up spoilt in this country for the last three or four generations, surrounded by whirring, clicking electronic gizmos and the overwhelming crush of society where we don't know one in five hundred of our neighbors, but is it so vitally important to make some other fella feel bad because you wanted to "Speak Your Mind" and tell him or her just how horrible they are for being a nice person?

It's like it's a crime to be nice anymore.

No, nothing's happened to set this off. Just a question I've been pondering for a long time now and figured I'd whack the beehive with the stick by "Speaking My Mind"! *insert alarming revelation 60s cartoon sound here*

Drama escape:

Wed, 08 Jul 2009 22:09:47 GMT

So I've learned recently how to best deal with drama. Getting mad, getting upset, getting indignant... these things only perpetuate the stupidity that is drama. The longer you perpetuate it, the longer it will go on until it consumes your life.

Frankly, I don't care anymore, and I really probably shouldn't have to begin with. I should have told Chris exactly what I thought I should which simply was "Dude, don't even start with me. You don't know what's going on and you're safer just staying out of it until this blows over."

But in my final exercise of drama, I told him what his mistake was, regardless of whether I cared that he realized it or not. What I didn't realize is that I truly didn't care what he thought and what he even thinks now. It's just how life goes. None of this was his business nor did it involve him in any way at all. That he chose to get involved was his real mistake, but it's a mistake he's going to have to realize on his own. Much like anything else with that boy, he's going to have to learn on his own that he makes snap judgements that he shouldn't be making, and when he does get over himself, I'll try to care. No promises; I'm all out of "Give A Damn" these days.

I'll probably talk to him again, either way, because it interests me to do so. As ignorant as he can be at times, he's an intellectual stimulation that I've come to enjoy over the last ten years and not one that I really want to do without. But what I want and what I need are two different things. I want him to be in my life, but I don't need him, you know what I'm saying? He probably thinks he hurt me by bailing on me, and that's fine if he wants to go on believing that. All he did was make me angry and disappoint me, which is quite the opposite of what his bailing on me was supposed to accomplish.

So yeah, that's about all I've got to say on that. My final word on the situation is that I just don't care anymore and the drama that he and Lance want to surround themselves with is not my concern. I've done pretty much all I can for both of them as it is and that's more than any friend could or should have been on the spot to do in the first place. I know my rightful place and if it's not chosen to be acknowledged, then my only real option is to move on. I stand where I stand and how others choose to acknowledge me is their decision. I have no desire anymore to influence those decisions as it really isn't genuine when I do.

I'd rather have it be real. If it's real admiration, real hatred, or real kinship, then I'm happy for it. If I've had to convince someone else to like me, then it's a waste of my time, my breath, and my energy.

Grr..

Mon, 06 Jul 2009 16:37:24 GMT

http://finance.yahoo.com/career-work/article/107267/pay-cut-cities.html?mod=career-salary_negotiation

Articles like this annoy me. They build up this horrible doomsday story about wages being cut and things are so pessimistic... and then you discover that the highest cut has only been about 2.5%. Meanwhile, in the hottest parts of the south, average wages have gone up roundabouts 2.5%.

So high paid New Yorkers are earning 2.5% less than what they were? That's not an economic crisis - that's a slight shift. People making over 80k a year are cut to approximately 77k a year. Unless they are living paycheck to paycheck, a foolish thing to do when you have that much coming in, they'll be fine. According to my sources, New York is one of the highest paid cities in America, if not the world, and while the cost of living is pretty high there, it's still only about 20 an hour for a comfortable place with curtains and a couple of security bolts on the door. We're not talking a dive. That's for 14 an hour. We're not talking on the street, either... that's everything in down.

Oh, and minimum wage used to be the bare minimum someone could make to survive with an efficiency home and be able to eat. Now minimum wage is what we pay high school and college students still living with their families. "Migrant" workers are paid even less than that. Minimum wage has become the baseline for price increases around the country. Raising it only makes things more expensive. I'm not sure when prosperity in this country went from making enough to live comfortably and have some hobbies on the side to screw everyone so you have the entire pile. When did children become the ones in charge?

Ohh, that's right. When we had our hardworker business types pass on the company business to their kid that either A) Partied his way through school and had his diploma bought, or B) Spent his childhood in boarding schools for the rich and never learned how to deal with reality.

Or

C) Stupid kid was never taught right from wrong, only that money is the most important thing this world has to offer.

Case in point, I was watching Land of the Dead yesterday and I noticed that after the zombie apocalypse, Mr. Kaufmann (Dennis Hopper's character) built up a place called "The Green". The Green was an upscale luxury apartment tower, perhaps could be called a condominium, or what have you. Those of my friends that live in the north know what kind of towers I'm talking about, and those of us that have played Fallout 3 would do well to think of Tenpenny Tower. The situation is pretty similar.
Anyway, Kaufmann built this place up with electrified fences and military personnel, hunting parties, and so forth. However, his statement was "This cost me a lot of money, so don't talk to me about responsibility."
However, his humanitarian efforts were all for himself, as evidenced by Cholo (John Leguizimo) asking first to live in the Green, then when he was refused and supposed to be murdered by Mr. K's guard, he stole the "Dead Reckoning", which was a really powerful vehicle that they used to hunt for supplies with. Cholo got on the mike and demanded $5 million and he'd be on his way, or he'd destroy the Green with the Reckoning's weapons. Instead of giving him that useless money, Mr. Kaufmann got Riley (the protagnist) to go get the Reckoning back stating "I want my $2 million dollar piece of hardware returned to me and Cholo with it, dead or alive."

Later, Mr. Kaufmann is seen gathering the money out of his personal vault and trying to make a run for it when he thinks the missiles are coming. The explosions he's seen are actually from the zombies, which are evolving a primitive intelligence at this point. Knowing that if it won't be the missiles that get him, the zombies will, he takes his money, shoots his partner, and then takes off to the garage.

Long tangent for a small point to make - money rules this world, at least in the American world. In other parts of the world, money is seen as a status symbol and mark of power, but is not the be-all end-all of humanity. We're so spoiled in this coutnry, we all have a Chicken Little complex everytime we hear some sort of news that could be taken bad, and anytime someone says something's bad for us most of us are all hip to be scared shitless and start looking for the disinfectant hand soap.

*sigh* Can we go back from this? No, unfortunately we can't. Thanks to spin doctoring, the Red Scare, and the complete destruction of the American male's dignity, we're going to be here ten years from now and this is what it's going to be:

1) Men will no longer exist except the older variety. This is already happening - think of the last few men you've dated. How many of them were gentlemen of the variety you'd love to meet, and how many were irresponsible selfish little boys claiming to be men?

2) Freedom will only exist for the wealthy. Much like in the Dark Ages, anyone without a substantial fortune and title of nobility will be little more than a serf, serving the kings, dukes, counts, and barons. The military is ridiculed and treated horribly by the common man as it is and has been since the Hippy Revolution in the 60s.

3) Security will be so overwhelming that if you scratch yourself at the wrong time, you will go to prison for life.

4) Our leaders will spend more time focusing on lining their own pockets than... oh wait, this is already going on. We know it when we realize that our Senators and Representatives already make a base salary of $373,000 a year, under their income from what businesses they own, what stocks they already have, and what pay they get from lobbyists. Our presidents have all been wealthy men for the last fifty years before they ever entered office - their $500k a year salary has just been gravy.

5) As our aristocracy grows ever more distant from the common man, laws are made to suit them and their needs while the common man pays every last dime of the cost to ensure that these wealthy bastards never have to worry about anything. Remember the Senator that just recently flew to Brazil to get laid, took five days off of work without telling anyone, and got back to keep his job? Try doing that sometime, if you can afford the trip. He used our tax money for that, just to emphasize the point here. For another - remember a couple years ago that oil companies recorded record profits? Yeah. You think the CEO and Board were paying for any of their own gas? Think again. Not only have these profiteers managed to get out of paying the second most expensive monthly bill, but they also have think tanked with auto-makers to ensure that it remains a very expensive bill indeed. Everyone needs to go places, most more than others, and it costs them everytime they go out. More on that on another post.

6) At current, we don't know a lot about what's going on behind the scenes in our places of business and industry, but we DO know a lot about what's going on with Brad Pitt, Angelina Jolie, Britney Spears, Jennifer Lopez, Miley Ray Cyrus, and so forth. Privacy is a huge deal for everyone EXCEPT those the media turns its attention on. Circuses, Performers, and distractions; pay no attention to what the Senate and the Caeser are doing. Meanwhile, we're told that smoking is the most horrible thing someone can do to everyone around them, marijuana is a lethal drug, and SUVs are the best cars anyone can own. You should wash your hands after touching soap, you should take a shower four times a day, and avoid all sources of natural light. If you must go outside, make sure you wear sunblock of no less than sixty spf, and carry your cell phone and laptop under lock and key. If you do not have a cell phone, laptop, or credit card, just wait - we'll be sure to offer you one at rates that are just right for your budget and we'll help you consolidate your debt into five easy payments of 999,999.99 a year. But only if you have insurance - no insurance, you creepy stupid bastard, you can just rot in jail or hell, depending on what color the national alert meter is on at the time. You must be at least 18 to order, but if you're 16 and you've got your mom's credit card, we're fine with that too. As long as we get paid.

Yeah. It's that bad. Just today I found out that heavy trash pickup only comes by if you give them a copy of your water bill. My WATER bill? What does that have to do with men in a huge garbage truck coming by and tossing my broken cinderblocks and chunks of wood into it? They have to do it because I sure can't - going to the "LANDFILL" requires filling out three hundred page request forms, waivers, and etcetera documentation in triplicate, and even then you have no idea where you're supposed to go to dump it all. Just try it sometime - someone will come by and stop you, make you put it all back in your truck, and go somewhere else for more of the same.

This country is so full of bullshit nowadays. Hell, you can't even smoke anymore to take the edge off of it all, but that's okay! You can drink watered down beer and near naked nubile women will leap out of the woodwork to sniff your underarms for the AXE you happen to be wearing at the time, power tackle you into the nearest pile of whatever and proceed to grind up on you like you're really going to get some before "Ha ha! Sorry, I'm a lesbian and I was just getting paid to do that because it was in my contract. Guys suck and so do you!" Then she kicks you in balls, spraypaints "Poisonous!" on your cock and puts one of those green stickers on the tip before blowing you a kiss and going off with her rather manly life partner that is far more butch than you'll ever be and will happily beat the hell out of that nubile young woman later. Hey, it's better than a man, right?

Sweeping generalizations aside (though I wonder how much of a generalization that last part is as the last seven lesbians I've talked to are currently under a mountain of emotional, mental, and even physical abuse from their so-called 'better than any man' female partner), I've come to the conclusion that I've only got two options available to me:

A) Rant about this sort of stuff and feel helpless that I can't do anything about it, knowing for an absolute certainty that I will end up dying in the pile

Or

B) Rant about this sort of stuff, get snarky over it, and at least find some kind of amusement from it all to make life a little better until some good news actually does come along.

Hopelessness and despair are taking over in the wake of common sense's death, and wealth rules all. Might as well laugh, either sanely or nay, and wait for the time when those of sound mind can stand up for what they believe in again without having a bunch of jackasses around to turn whatever meaningful they have to say into a fart joke.

Feeling better about life

Wed, 01 Jul 2009 23:46:59 GMT

Over the last week, I've come to realize that I'm happy. It's been a while since I generally had a positive outlook on my own life. While I do despair over the state of how things are in my homeland, I know that I'll be okay, no matter what happens. And I'm going to wait patiently for the tide to turn and for things to get better in the world around me while doing everything I can for the ones I love.

I've reached a point in my life where I'm on track and moving forward, I'm making something of myself and no longer stagnating in the living hell of my own mind, deadlocked into a state of unending depression, misery, and angst.

It's taken a while and I know I've scared a lot of people. I do feel bad for that and I know insanity doesn't count as justification to take that way. But I have been insane. For many years, I knew nothing but madness and I lost myself into a dark, cold abyss. It terrifies me to think about myself and what I did, what I had to do, and I lost much of my humanity in those days.

But now? Now I'm whole again, healed. Sane. Blissfully sane.

As a reminder to myself, I changed my LJ up quite a bit. I know the changes have been noticed and the "Determined Madman" thing is a reminder to myself that through it all, I survived. Much as you all did. And eventually it will change when I come to terms with what I went through over the last several years. Until then... well, we all need our mnemonics to help us learn, memorize, and remember.

Oh, and I aced my first exams for this quarter. =) A sure sign that I'm a changed man making progress.

Internet Issues /= Win

Mon, 29 Jun 2009 20:36:04 GMT

My Internet has been down since approximately Friday due to AT&T dropping the ball and screwing the pooch with their attempts to upgrade my area to the U-verse doohickey. While I'm all for upgraded Internet, as DSL sucks my nuts, I'm not for service interruptions that leave me high and dry while there's business to attend to.

As a few of you may have heard, my best friend recently got informed on to his fiancee by yours truly after I got fed up with his inexplicable need to get extra-marital pussy. I've covered his ass in the past, doing everything I could for him to help him stay out of trouble, but this time he went one too many and even went so far as to lie directly to my face about his involvement with the woman in question. That was enough for me to pull the plug and he's shown himself to be a terrible person in the meantime. While I'm not inclined to go into very much detail, it's sufficing to say that he ran around and told Chris some things that are A) outdated and B) not meant for him to hear. While I don't try to cover up and say I didn't say what was told to him, it is important to remember that I have moved on and that Kristi is no longer a woman that I find lustworthy. I like many qualities about her that I want to find in a mate of my own, but as far as she goes, I'm not interested and haven't been for quite a very long time. I believe you all recall my walk around Hearst that resulted in me returning to my hometown pissed off, distraught, and being otherwise extremely negative.

Things haven't changed since then. Why Chris has decided he needs to believe obsolete information without question is beyond me, but that's his call and his loss. I'm through hanging with children that want to play high school drama level games. I thought we'd grown up and started being men, but it becomes increasingly apparent that some people would rather live in the past than owe up to the present.

So, rumor has it I'll have my internet access back tomorrow, but I'm not holding my breath. For the time being, I've got the school computers with which I have limited capacity to check up on my state of affairs. Livejournal seems to work just fine for the most part, as does hotmail and yahoo. Hopefully if anyone needs to contact me directly about anything, the messaging system on LJ here will alert me to the message you send.

Anyway, I'm just fine and more angry than I am hurt. I anticipated that my former best friend would try to get back at me, and even that he would go and drop the information I'd given him knowing full well he'd try to use it against me if I ever gave him a reason to. I'm disappointed, however, that Chris believed him unquestioningly. That's really about the only thing I'm hurt over. I thought we were better friends than that, that we'd moved past it all and gone ahead with our lives with the knowledge that we'd had some bad mojo a few years ago. That I was wrong... well, it just told me all I needed to know.
And if I end up losing more of my friends over this... well, that's also going to tell me what I need to know. No one else has bothered to come out and say something to me, so if I find empty places where my friends are supposed to be, then I can safely assume mice where I thought there were men.

For now, good evening.

Two in one day!

Sun, 21 Jun 2009 16:25:09 GMT

So I went to a kareoke bar last night and didn't sing.

Yeah.

Believe me, I wanted to. I have the courage to get up in front of people and make a fool of myself; however, I have to get it to quit hiding and come back me up. Ideally, I just have to find the right song, I think, so that I won't feel like a complete dork and still sound pretty good while I do sing. I know I can, it's just I'm usually doing it in the car and I've got the actual singer singing the song along with me. Therefore, should I miss a key, I'm covered up and drowned out by the music.

Heh. Yeah. I'm a little bitch. What of it? You do it too!!

Nigeria!

Sun, 21 Jun 2009 16:20:15 GMT

"Dear Insane, Overdramatic Lunatic:

Who started this, anyway? Are you a minion, or are you the one that wrote this thing?

Do you realize that in most non-third world countries, banks have signs posted saying that this obvious scam is rolling around the internet?

Do you also realize that you're talking to someone that has had no business with Nigeria, ever, and thus would have no file, no bank accounts, and no desire to care about your LSD spawned e-mail booty call offering non-existant money from a country that doesn't even have an economy?

Sir, I have your name, and the CIA will be arriving shortly. I recommend that you and these people I supposedly pissed off despite having never had any dealings with anything even remotely near, in, on, or towards Nigeria make your time and think of something a little more interesting than a bad script from a 1920s talkie.

No, you will not get my phone number to discuss this. You should have left the matter dropped and not brought my attention to the ridiculousness inherent in what you came up with during your hallucinations.

Thank you, and good day."

_____________________

That's my latest reply to the whole Nigerian Bank scam that keeps spamming my inbox. I'm seriously wondering why I'm bothering to reply to it, but so far, I've yet to get a message failure response in my inbox when I do. Maybe there's a real person that I just made feel like an idiot, or made them laugh because they think I'm an idiot.

Either way, I don't really give a damn about Nigeria and I'll never have business there. I guess the insinuation just gets me angry.

Anyone else got interesting stories or anecdotes about inbox spam they want to share?

Posting posting posting

Mon, 15 Jun 2009 16:41:27 GMT

Isn't it awesome that I'm starting to post more frequently? I don't know if I think so, but YAY anyway.

Anyway, what's the latest? Well, I've been suffering pretty severe bouts of depression lately, stemming from acute physical loneliness and attachment desires, while at the same time experiencing intense jealousy at a odd times, especially when I see a woman I would love to be with being with a complete scumbag. Of course, that's not so odd. What's odd is that I've gotten to the point where I realize what my problem is when it comes to meeting women and being interested in them. Ya'll ready for this?

I'm too much of a praise-giver. That's right. I apparently schmooze.

Go figure. I am a schmoozer, but not because I want stuff and things. I just like giving compliments and expressing appreciation. But no one bothered to tell me that, in this day and age, that's a horrible, bad, EVIL, NICE GUY THING!!! RAWR!! NICE GUY POWERS ACTIVATE - FORM HORRIBLE RAPIST ABUSER TRUE SELF!!!

...Seriously, though, yeah, turns out that it's bad that I give compliments. I'm not allowed to date anyone because I give them too frequently and thus it is somehow creepy. I guess, however, that if someone praised me constantly and I couldn't hold a conversation with them, I would find it a bit creepy or disturbing or something.

So what does this mean?

It means I have to change my method pretty big. That's all there is to it. I could do so much better if I learn to keep my big trap shut and stop being blatantly interested. No woman wants someone blatantly interested; they're after someone that expresses interest briefly and concisely, then shuts up about it forever. At least until she brings it up again.

Anyway, that's the rough draft of my next significant life change. I'm going to quit being a praiser and just stop caring when I start being interested. It seems to be how guys are meant to be. And granted, as I want to be a guy that's happy, I think it's time I settle down and be how a guy is meant to be, y'know? The worst that can happen is that I die alone, which seems to be the result I'm going to get if I keep going the way I have been.

I dunno. Some random hope in the darkness. Let's see what happens.

So question for the single people:

Sun, 14 Jun 2009 23:23:12 GMT

Single people: What do you do to relieve the crushing feeling of depression and hopelessness that comes over you from the void of being alone and repeated rejections?

I'm curious to know how others deal with it. Privacy for responses will be on, so feel free to say whatever you want.

Oh god how I wish

Sun, 14 Jun 2009 17:24:41 GMT

I really wish, sometimes, that we were the hate-mongering war-loving bastards that every other country makes us out to be. However, the fact that Kim Jhong Il is still alive, still abusing his own populace, still developing nuclear weapons and NOW THREATENING TO USE THEM ON US.... yeah, I don't think we're the warmongers that we're made out to be. Even our own citizens can't prove we're warriors when we're letting some little hateful creep tell us how it is and said own citizens are saying it's fair, it's right, it's what we deserve for being such bad people.

I tell ya, the whole thing stinks. Maybe it's because I live in Houston and thus am right in an ICBM strike area, but I feel a little twitchy after reading on MSN.com that Korea's making nuclear threats DIRECTLY AFTER developing nuclear weapons.

Amsterdam to ban beer bikes?

Sat, 13 Jun 2009 16:24:25 GMT

http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/31321164/?gt1=43001

Oh yes, there's a logical result for you. Ban a bicycle built for ten but keep the booze legal. Y'know, while I consider alcohol being legal at all to be the best joke ever told, I'm not one to say that people shouldn't be free to put whatever they want in their own bodies PROVIDED that they DO NOT HURT or INCONVENIENCE others as a result. Each case should be handled on an individual basis, not a blanket generalization law that leads to stereotyping, fear and smear campaigns, and an overall uplifting of the ignorance that seems to run rampant, particularly in the United States.

In Amsterdam, the fact that everything is legal and the only two things that are an inconvenience on their society seems to be my fellow Americans and beer bikes, can we really say that these people have it terribly bad off? With virtually the only crime that happens in that country coming from its tourist industry, I'd consider their potential illegalization of marijuana to be the stupidest move that could be made. We've seen proof that it doesn't cause problems in a small society, but when you take it away and leave only beer and cigarettes as the only vices... well, look at the United States. Cigarettes are becoming illegal as the anti-tobacco companies finish locking in their paranoia claws on the rich, stupid, and teenagers, which means pretty soon booze is the only vice left. And we all know what happens when people drink. Just ask the pedestrians in Amsterdam.

Or anyone that's been paralyzed in a car crash with a drunk driver and didn't have the good fortune to die. It's time we woke up, people, and embraced tobacco and cannibis as appropriate vices. Alcohol's time has passed. I would rather have a vice that is likely to kill me in 30-60 years, as opposed to one that may cause me to drop dead that night, especially if I've taken cold medication earlier that day. Or be the result of my untimely demise because some dude thought his testicles were five thousand pounds and he could do anything he wanted because of that.

Ban beer, keep deca-bikes, legalize pot, and save the world from retardation and death! (oh yeah, drinking while pregnant has a significant potential for brain damage for unborn infants, not to mention a very real likelihood of death, as opposed to smoking which may cause blah blah blah. May cause. Will cause. Analyze the difference here - are cigarettes so bad when compared to the true evil here?)

I am sitting in class, drinking a NOS.

Wed, 10 Jun 2009 23:15:03 GMT

So I'm sitting in class with a couple of beautiful women seated within arm's reach. Probably not going to get any of that but hey, it's a pleasant feeling for a guy, eh?

Anyway, just posting because I can. Being a college student with computer access is the shiznit.

Birthday

Tue, 09 Jun 2009 14:50:08 GMT

I'm 29 today.

Something to point out:

Thu, 04 Jun 2009 18:57:02 GMT

I am a meddler in controversy and I do have a knack of saying things too forwardly for a lot of people to be comfortable with. I have been called a racist, a hater, a gaybasher, a homophobe, an anti-semetic, an anti-vegan (that one I'm proud of), a misogynist, a misandrist... anything you can call me, I'm pretty sure I've been called it before.

Let me tell you straight - whether or not I feel a certain way or another about something is irregardless of who I am. Just because someone says it doesn't mean they think that way. I've played devil's advocate more times than I can remember, and I've played defense as well for the exact same groups.

I'm not a hater. I seek the logical course of action in all things, and the logical outcome. I'm an emotional person, it's true, but my emotions rarely come into play when I come along to reason something out. You'd actually be surprised what my personal opinion is on a number of matters, especially after hearing me lay down the word on what should be done about it. Unless you ask me directly, I'm not going to tell you how I personally feel about a social matter.

My opinion is irrelevant; the solution is all that matters. That's my choice and it's who I am.

Writer's Block: Significant Change

Sat, 30 May 2009 17:59:06 GMT

Have you ever tried to change yourself for someone you were in a relationship with (or wanted to be in a relationship with)? Did it work?

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Yes, (yes), and no. No matter how hard I tried, no matter how sincere the change, it ended up not working out, though the rejection was usually a little more hesitant than if I didn't.

To be honest, changing yourself for someone else can be a good thing, but no amount of changing will alter permanent qualities, nor will it net you the heart you're after. Typically those you try to change for, typically not always, will cling to the first impression and refuse to see you for who you are or what you are doing on behalf of them and your interest in them.

First impressions are bullshit. You never truly get to see a person and what they are like until aroundabouts the third meeting, or gradually over time. To say the first impression is the most important is catering to the shallow mind that can't see past its own nose to consider that someone may be nervous and acting out of character. We all put on a mask with new people - so few of us are truly ourselves because of the doctrine of "First Impressions are Most Important and Longest Lasting". I've never had that work in my favor. I've tried putting on a good first impression and it just falls through. I put on a crappy one, and while I get more praise than the good impression, it still falls through. So I've decided to just be myself and let people experience the full intensity of someone that is honest with himself and with others.

I find most people can't handle that. It's pretty thrilling to watch people squirm as they play bubble games because of how paranoid and backstabbing this society has become. But y'know what? It doesn't happen that way in Hawaii. People expect you to be yourself when you meet them and if you're what we on the mainland consider "Overly friendly", you're the right kind of person they want to see. You're being yourself, and you make friends and get jobs so much easier if you go into every meeting chill and normal. The employers over there can sense tension and tension brings suspicion and judgement.

Now, if I could just meet a girl that can tell me straight forward that she thinks I'm hot and would love to get to know me better, digs the fact that I'm comfortable with who I am, and doesn't have the need to play attraction games and interest games, then I think I'm set. I hear so often "Oh, I don't play games, oh I hate games so much", and yet they come from people that play them while snubbing on them.

Honesty is always the best policy - first impression encourages people to lie and be people they aren't just so they can get something - a job, a date, money... whatever. Business has cut us off from ourselves. If we had honesty in the hiring process, for example, we could quickly weed out who is a weasel, jackass, liar, or drama whore, instead of having to find out later when we're in a compromising position where they can't be fired, and people are turning over far too quickly because some bitch on the job is annoying the piss out of them, or some jackass is schmoozing all over everyone else and playing innocent so they get nailed instead of him.

Check out my back sometime. There's plenty of knife tracks in it.

Random subject:

Tue, 26 May 2009 16:21:38 GMT

Has anyone else noticed that when it comes to final projects, you just don't feel like doing them, no matter how easy they are?

I have one due tonight and I'm still reluctant to do it. I've got everything I need handy to put one together and give a decent presentation. I just... don't really care, y'know? I'd rather procrastinate more, goof off, and have fun.

And yet, here I'm sitting on my LJ typing up a post with wikipedia open on the other screen, displaying the exact method for converting binary to decimal and vice versa. All I have to do is just write it down. That's all. Just write it down. What's so hard about that?

I'll tell you what's so hard about that. I'm not in the mood, that's what. "So print it out, Mister J!" I would happily print it out, however, I don't have a printer handy and I feel too lazy to drive up to the college to use the fancy freaking laser printers there. "Stop being a stupid bum and get your project information printed out, Mister J!"
I'm working on it! I swear! I just have to make myself do it!

Of course, the ultimate motivation would be, "If you'll go ahead and get it done now, I'll have (cyber)sex with you until you have to go to class." Well, sex, real or cybernetic, is always a nice little motivator for me. I actually prefer the cyber sort, as my visual orientated arousal works best with words, then pictures. That doesn't include being in the mood and watching someone getting off, because that involves real life, unless it's done with a webcam.

It sounds like I'm procrastinating again. Maybe I should go ahead and stop doing that. I dunno.

Anyone in the mood to motivate my lazy self? ;)

Okay, something different:

Thu, 21 May 2009 16:08:43 GMT

I know there's a Meme running around out there to this effect, but I figured on making my own.

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So you have questions in your head about everyone. I know you wonder about me. Now you've got your chance to ask three questions and get three straight answers. It can be about anything and I am required to answer with full honesty. Just be careful and remember should the answer be not to your liking - you did ask. Feel as free as possible as responses will be screened for confidentiality... and mystery!