a little vacation? if by vacation you mean binge drinking and smoking, yes. a weekend in pittsburgh was enough to convince me my body wasn't fit to do what you guys call "exercise"
well. a mutton dinner and a few bloody marys (hoying recipe of course) and i'm back to building that body i should have been born with (ha!).
anyway:
situps: 80
pushups: 40
pullups: 4
smokes: 3
weight: 190
3.25.2007
3.22.2007
just another day at the downs
M (mph) [4:46 PM]:
{in distance}<beep> <beep>
M (mph) [4:46 PM]:
m: <turns head questioningly.. hair whips back and forth in the
sunlight>
M (mph) [4:47 PM]:
{he can just barely make out a yellow dot on the horizon.. not sure what
it is, he begins walking in the other direction... at a steadily
quickening pace}
M (mph) [4:47 PM]:
{the ground begins to slightly shake.. a rumbling vibrates through the
air}
M (mph) [4:48 PM]:
matt: "ugh" {a paranoid moan escapes his lips as he feels his own doom
on the horizon}
M (mph) [4:49 PM]:
{suddenly, it's upon him.. he attempts to scream in terror but suddenly
feels strong, capable and friendly hands grabbing him}
M (mph) [4:49 PM]:
(that's right) he thinks (my partners would never let me get hit by a
mode of ground transportation)
M (mph) [4:50 PM]:
{suddenly the momentum changes and he looks back in sudden disbelief at
their intent eyes}
M (mph) [4:50 PM]:
(yes) he realizes, (my coworkers won't hesitate to throw me under the
bus)
M (mph) [4:51 PM]:
{the bus drives on, wheels slowly losing their bloody sheen... uncaring,
for it was just another innocent, thrown under the bus by
{in distance}<beep> <beep>
M (mph) [4:46 PM]:
m: <turns head questioningly.. hair whips back and forth in the
sunlight>
M (mph) [4:47 PM]:
{he can just barely make out a yellow dot on the horizon.. not sure what
it is, he begins walking in the other direction... at a steadily
quickening pace}
M (mph) [4:47 PM]:
{the ground begins to slightly shake.. a rumbling vibrates through the
air}
M (mph) [4:48 PM]:
matt: "ugh" {a paranoid moan escapes his lips as he feels his own doom
on the horizon}
M (mph) [4:49 PM]:
{suddenly, it's upon him.. he attempts to scream in terror but suddenly
feels strong, capable and friendly hands grabbing him}
M (mph) [4:49 PM]:
(that's right) he thinks (my partners would never let me get hit by a
mode of ground transportation)
M (mph) [4:50 PM]:
{suddenly the momentum changes and he looks back in sudden disbelief at
their intent eyes}
M (mph) [4:50 PM]:
(yes) he realizes, (my coworkers won't hesitate to throw me under the
bus)
M (mph) [4:51 PM]:
{the bus drives on, wheels slowly losing their bloody sheen... uncaring,
for it was just another innocent, thrown under the bus by
3.15.2007
day MOTHERFUCKIN FOUR
yeah.. i came BACK from the bar and worked out...
situps: 80
pushups: 42
pullups: 5
smokes: 6
weight: 189
oh yeah... and lost A MOTHERFUCKIN POUND!!
w007.
i had a salad for lunch (and some oreos) and had calamari (thai) and more salad for dinner.
time to go to pittsburgh and consume 5000cal/day (in alcohol alone).
cheers!
situps: 80
pushups: 42
pullups: 5
smokes: 6
weight: 189
oh yeah... and lost A MOTHERFUCKIN POUND!!
w007.
i had a salad for lunch (and some oreos) and had calamari (thai) and more salad for dinner.
time to go to pittsburgh and consume 5000cal/day (in alcohol alone).
cheers!
3.14.2007
day 3 (can you believe it??)
situps: 80
pushups: 45
pullups: 5
smokes: 3
weight: 190
and get this: for lunch i had a salad!
ruined it all though when i met my parents out for dinner... had a panini with palm hearts, tomato, brie and some type of smoked italian beef...
we'll i'm sore as hell (hey, it's been three days!) so i'm going to sit here and watch colbert while i wonder in amazment about tonights broken record (3 days in a row of non-cardio exercise!)
pushups: 45
pullups: 5
smokes: 3
weight: 190
and get this: for lunch i had a salad!
ruined it all though when i met my parents out for dinner... had a panini with palm hearts, tomato, brie and some type of smoked italian beef...
we'll i'm sore as hell (hey, it's been three days!) so i'm going to sit here and watch colbert while i wonder in amazment about tonights broken record (3 days in a row of non-cardio exercise!)
3.13.2007
day 2
situps: 80
pushups: 40
pullups: 5
smokes: 3
weight: 190
and food wise:
no snacks (aside from three st. patrick's chocolate donut holes (make your chocolate salty balls jokes... now) double turkey burger for lunch and 1/2 box of kraft mac and cheese for dinner (With Water!) and i plan on drinking less than a bottle of wine.
also, did i mention i exercise to the Katamari Damacy Soundtrack? yeah.. situps to Fugue #7777
pushups: 40
pullups: 5
smokes: 3
weight: 190
and food wise:
no snacks (aside from three st. patrick's chocolate donut holes (make your chocolate salty balls jokes... now) double turkey burger for lunch and 1/2 box of kraft mac and cheese for dinner (With Water!) and i plan on drinking less than a bottle of wine.
also, did i mention i exercise to the Katamari Damacy Soundtrack? yeah.. situps to Fugue #7777
3.12.2007
DST resolutions
if i haven't ranted about this to you before i don't believe in new years resolutions.
why the hell would an arbitrary day warrant making life changing changes.
January first my ass.
Now Daylight Saving Day.. it doesn't get less arbitrary than that.
especially when it is non-arbitrarily changed by our loving government.
so.
life changing day is upon us.
Here are the goals (tell me if you think i'm biting off more than i can chew... (remember though, i have a large, sensuous mouth):
1) Begin exercising again.. not necessarily running until it gets nice out and i don't have the "it's too cold to run" excuse available... if i can do 1/2 hour a day i'll be rather grinny
2) Smoke Less.. no.. i'm not quitting, but i'll get it down to... say four MAX a day aside weekends with at least one day no-smoking
3) Eat Better.. what's the point of exercising if you eat as bad as i do? i'm not going to make any specifics on this one so there is more chance i do it.. but let's try and avoid days like today where i had salsa combos and oreos for lunch and basically a deep fried potato for dinner
4) Write Something Four Days a Week. Shit. There are five blogs i contribute to.. i should have something to say on at least one of them a day.
5) Play one of the guitars or piano every weekday. how can i justify having four guitars and a bass in here if i don't play 'em. and that piano? when is the last time i've touched that... plus i have furtherance sitting there begging me to work on it.. god, i'm a lazy piece of shit.
okay. now it's said... let's see if i do it.
why the hell would an arbitrary day warrant making life changing changes.
January first my ass.
Now Daylight Saving Day.. it doesn't get less arbitrary than that.
especially when it is non-arbitrarily changed by our loving government.
so.
life changing day is upon us.
Here are the goals (tell me if you think i'm biting off more than i can chew... (remember though, i have a large, sensuous mouth):
1) Begin exercising again.. not necessarily running until it gets nice out and i don't have the "it's too cold to run" excuse available... if i can do 1/2 hour a day i'll be rather grinny
2) Smoke Less.. no.. i'm not quitting, but i'll get it down to... say four MAX a day aside weekends with at least one day no-smoking
3) Eat Better.. what's the point of exercising if you eat as bad as i do? i'm not going to make any specifics on this one so there is more chance i do it.. but let's try and avoid days like today where i had salsa combos and oreos for lunch and basically a deep fried potato for dinner
4) Write Something Four Days a Week. Shit. There are five blogs i contribute to.. i should have something to say on at least one of them a day.
5) Play one of the guitars or piano every weekday. how can i justify having four guitars and a bass in here if i don't play 'em. and that piano? when is the last time i've touched that... plus i have furtherance sitting there begging me to work on it.. god, i'm a lazy piece of shit.
okay. now it's said... let's see if i do it.
2.13.2007
lesson of the day
The penthouse sucks. I'm on the 26th floor and my shower would have more water pressure if i rinsed under a one quart watering can.
2.12.2007
my personal hell
Oh Horror,
Oh Tragedy.
My own personal hell.
Here i am locked in this metal tube 36,000 feet above the cursed earth and what comes into my company?
My bane,
My archenemy
My kryptonite
The Banana
Arg Fuck, not a single, yellow, demon fruit...
not two or six in the fourty feet of this business class cabin. But Dozens, maybe hundreds.
Oh Horror,
Oh Travesty.
For those unawae, the scent of this ethylene spewing monstrosity has been known to make me feel ill. Hell, a single discarded peel, hidden away, used, browning and decomposing the the lower corner of a little black garbage can 200 yards from my present location has been known to throw me into fits, fights against my own gag reflex.
And here i am. Locked in this little metal tube, filled with recycled air and overwhelmed with the repulsive scent of thousands of these dastardly, pale, textureless fingers of monkey love. God, there are enough in this plane to completely cover your average sized wheelchair ramp.
Close my eyes.
Try not to breathe.
Turn up that little aeroplane air jet as high as it goes. keep the smell moving past my delicate nostrils.
Pray for a speedy flight and in the same breath, curse the god that allowed this torture.
Laugh at this cosmic joke as i choke on your own bile.
Oh Tragedy.
My own personal hell.
Here i am locked in this metal tube 36,000 feet above the cursed earth and what comes into my company?
My bane,
My archenemy
My kryptonite
The Banana
Arg Fuck, not a single, yellow, demon fruit...
not two or six in the fourty feet of this business class cabin. But Dozens, maybe hundreds.
Oh Horror,
Oh Travesty.
For those unawae, the scent of this ethylene spewing monstrosity has been known to make me feel ill. Hell, a single discarded peel, hidden away, used, browning and decomposing the the lower corner of a little black garbage can 200 yards from my present location has been known to throw me into fits, fights against my own gag reflex.
And here i am. Locked in this little metal tube, filled with recycled air and overwhelmed with the repulsive scent of thousands of these dastardly, pale, textureless fingers of monkey love. God, there are enough in this plane to completely cover your average sized wheelchair ramp.
Close my eyes.
Try not to breathe.
Turn up that little aeroplane air jet as high as it goes. keep the smell moving past my delicate nostrils.
Pray for a speedy flight and in the same breath, curse the god that allowed this torture.
Laugh at this cosmic joke as i choke on your own bile.
12.05.2006
the most defeated
I just saw the most defeated man in the world.
How do you spot him you ask?
Look for the man slouched in front of the urinal for much too long, his
head at a right angle to his body. the man willing his member to drop
forth a couple more mils of liquid and give him another bless'd second
away from his desk... god, I think he is praying that said liquid
doesn't come from his eyes first.
He was so sad and pathetic looking... like a chastised childe standing
in the corner regretting not what he had done but that he was caught.
Do that man a favor and fire him.
(note: this was actually another guy at work.. this is not me writing in
the third person)
11.21.2006
Time of Death: 6:20
well tonight ended up being one of the scariest and simultaneously most disappointing nights of my life.
I had promised my parents i would return to upstate ny for the thanksgiving holiday. while waiting for the appropriate time to leave i started watching some recorded standup. while watching one of these i was surfing the internet and happened to glance back up to the TV during a commercial for "Lego Starwars II" and saw the following:
"Time of Death: 6:20"
well shit.
that time happens to be about midway through my drive to my parents place.
my car's been acting up.
i slept from 5:30am-7:45am last night and woke up with twin hangovers due to my therapists (cigarettes and bourbon)
seemed like this was a viable omen.
well so i'm driving up, less than an hour out of my place in jersey and i started considering my death...
what are the chances that i would be killed instantly? in my mind, slim.. chances are i would be gravely injured during a car accident and i would bleed out in the ambulance or possibly waiting for medical attention.
thus there was no point in waiting til 6:20 to get worried. i should be ready for my impending doom for the entire tiem upto 6:20
well what if my watch is wrong?
well we will go to 6:30 just to be safe...
well to make a couple hours of torture short, 6:30 hit and i was still on I87 N.
alive
My thoughts:
"Yay I'm Alive!"
"Booo, that would have been so cool if i called my own Time of Death"
"oh shit. 6:20 happens twice a day, every day... i hope i don't get short of breath every time i notice this horrid time"
well, i'm alive. c'est la vie. next tiem i call my own death i'll wait for at least two signs before i publish it.
I had promised my parents i would return to upstate ny for the thanksgiving holiday. while waiting for the appropriate time to leave i started watching some recorded standup. while watching one of these i was surfing the internet and happened to glance back up to the TV during a commercial for "Lego Starwars II" and saw the following:
"Time of Death: 6:20"
well shit.
that time happens to be about midway through my drive to my parents place.
my car's been acting up.
i slept from 5:30am-7:45am last night and woke up with twin hangovers due to my therapists (cigarettes and bourbon)
seemed like this was a viable omen.
well so i'm driving up, less than an hour out of my place in jersey and i started considering my death...
what are the chances that i would be killed instantly? in my mind, slim.. chances are i would be gravely injured during a car accident and i would bleed out in the ambulance or possibly waiting for medical attention.
thus there was no point in waiting til 6:20 to get worried. i should be ready for my impending doom for the entire tiem upto 6:20
well what if my watch is wrong?
well we will go to 6:30 just to be safe...
well to make a couple hours of torture short, 6:30 hit and i was still on I87 N.
alive
My thoughts:
"Yay I'm Alive!"
"Booo, that would have been so cool if i called my own Time of Death"
"oh shit. 6:20 happens twice a day, every day... i hope i don't get short of breath every time i notice this horrid time"
well, i'm alive. c'est la vie. next tiem i call my own death i'll wait for at least two signs before i publish it.
jim beam's view on modern football
so i'll apologize in advance.
i'm a fucking sheet away from being in the wind..
i've finished (what i woudl estimate as) two thirds a bottle of JB and have no illusions about my lucidity.
but i'm watching tonights modnay night game (i spent the time it was on watching season two of the weeds which is fucking unbelieveable and i hightly suggest you download/buy it now. really fucking good) and i am realizing who owtdated football is...
spot of the ball, officiating... there is no excuse for it to be in this state.
i know ive discussed this with the psuedo yuppie and lytri before but how can they still argue about where the spot of the ballshould be? put a fucking rfid chip in the fucker and see where it hit the ground or combined with replay figure out where the ball was (to the milifuckingmeter) at teh tiem teh player was down...
and fuck thsi ON THE FIELD OFFICATING... put the refs and umpire up in a fucking booth and have them reviewing every fucking play within seconds of the completion... why depend on realtime human error? god it pisses me off...
there is NO FUCKING REASON...
there are more but jim is taking my concentration so CHEERS ALL...
i have a bit of woodford reserve calling my name
i'm a fucking sheet away from being in the wind..
i've finished (what i woudl estimate as) two thirds a bottle of JB and have no illusions about my lucidity.
but i'm watching tonights modnay night game (i spent the time it was on watching season two of the weeds which is fucking unbelieveable and i hightly suggest you download/buy it now. really fucking good) and i am realizing who owtdated football is...
spot of the ball, officiating... there is no excuse for it to be in this state.
i know ive discussed this with the psuedo yuppie and lytri before but how can they still argue about where the spot of the ballshould be? put a fucking rfid chip in the fucker and see where it hit the ground or combined with replay figure out where the ball was (to the milifuckingmeter) at teh tiem teh player was down...
and fuck thsi ON THE FIELD OFFICATING... put the refs and umpire up in a fucking booth and have them reviewing every fucking play within seconds of the completion... why depend on realtime human error? god it pisses me off...
there is NO FUCKING REASON...
there are more but jim is taking my concentration so CHEERS ALL...
i have a bit of woodford reserve calling my name
11.12.2006
good eats
ahhh what an alton brown day.
i should have built giant models to show how emulsification works...
or hired models to emulsify together in my kitchen...
it's okay.. i'm not even sure what that means...
so getting back to explaining the title...
i bought a couple pumpkins a couple weeks ago to carve for Halloween.. well, like most projects recently, they sat in the corner until i forgot about them. while pretending to clean this morning (thus justifying any other lack of action this weekend) i found the previously mentioned pumpkins. no reason to make them in to scary scary things at this point right? lets make them into food.
so i halved and baked one of them (producing about 1/2 gallons of pumpkin puree)
Foodstuff 1) of course the first thought was pumpkin pie.. after glancing around for recipes i discovered i actually didn't have any of the ingredients besides pumpkin and sugar... so i went for pumpkin bread. i found a website that had a bread recipe (from which i stole the dry/liquid ratios) and threw the shit in the breadmaker. (yes, i did put bourbon in it).. i also forgot to put baking soda or baking powder in it initially but remembered about 20 minutes into the cycle.
End Product Rating: 4.5/5 stars
Foodstuff 2) i had pumpkin seeds left over from the halving of the pumpkins so i took those littel fuckers and fired there asses in canola oil in my wok. after covering them in chili powder, garlic powder, salt and pepper.. i made a pretty rockandroll snack.. but those are all gone now..
End Product Rating: 5/5 stars
Foodstuff 3) shit i have a lot of pumpkin puree.. lets make pumpkin soup. granted i hated this shit when my mom made it but i'm hungry and the bacon isnt ready (yes.. all the while ive been slow frying bacon..) i won't repeat mysecret recipe here as i am quite drunk and have no idea what went in (besides a splash of bourbon and a shitload of black pepper) it but it had a strange spiciness to it.. very odd.. over all i like it a lot more than that weird orange gunk my mom used to serve
End Product Rating: 3.5/5 stars..
okay.. that bacon just finished cooking and i still got a couple drinks left in this bottle of jim so i think i'll just sit here and relive my sunday pumpkin memories...
i should have built giant models to show how emulsification works...
or hired models to emulsify together in my kitchen...
it's okay.. i'm not even sure what that means...
so getting back to explaining the title...
i bought a couple pumpkins a couple weeks ago to carve for Halloween.. well, like most projects recently, they sat in the corner until i forgot about them. while pretending to clean this morning (thus justifying any other lack of action this weekend) i found the previously mentioned pumpkins. no reason to make them in to scary scary things at this point right? lets make them into food.
so i halved and baked one of them (producing about 1/2 gallons of pumpkin puree)
Foodstuff 1) of course the first thought was pumpkin pie.. after glancing around for recipes i discovered i actually didn't have any of the ingredients besides pumpkin and sugar... so i went for pumpkin bread. i found a website that had a bread recipe (from which i stole the dry/liquid ratios) and threw the shit in the breadmaker. (yes, i did put bourbon in it).. i also forgot to put baking soda or baking powder in it initially but remembered about 20 minutes into the cycle.
End Product Rating: 4.5/5 stars
Foodstuff 2) i had pumpkin seeds left over from the halving of the pumpkins so i took those littel fuckers and fired there asses in canola oil in my wok. after covering them in chili powder, garlic powder, salt and pepper.. i made a pretty rockandroll snack.. but those are all gone now..
End Product Rating: 5/5 stars
Foodstuff 3) shit i have a lot of pumpkin puree.. lets make pumpkin soup. granted i hated this shit when my mom made it but i'm hungry and the bacon isnt ready (yes.. all the while ive been slow frying bacon..) i won't repeat mysecret recipe here as i am quite drunk and have no idea what went in (besides a splash of bourbon and a shitload of black pepper) it but it had a strange spiciness to it.. very odd.. over all i like it a lot more than that weird orange gunk my mom used to serve
End Product Rating: 3.5/5 stars..
okay.. that bacon just finished cooking and i still got a couple drinks left in this bottle of jim so i think i'll just sit here and relive my sunday pumpkin memories...
11.10.2006
i am a patient supervisor
Another homicide free day!
But check out this little love note I was forced to write to my
employee:
I stopped reviewing this at page five because I realized that most of the changes that we discussed during our last support meeting are not reflected in the document and I wasn't about to rewrite the FAQ. Please go through this again, reviewing the changes I've made through page five. After that, please go through the entire document with the notes you took from the meeting and make sure that changes that were agreed to are contained within this document.
But check out this little love note I was forced to write to my
employee:
I stopped reviewing this at page five because I realized that most of the changes that we discussed during our last support meeting are not reflected in the document and I wasn't about to rewrite the FAQ. Please go through this again, reviewing the changes I've made through page five. After that, please go through the entire document with the notes you took from the meeting and make sure that changes that were agreed to are contained within this document.
11.07.2006
mining for olfactory pleasure
I just ate 3 reesesticks and a bag of chips ahoy rainbow mini cookies.
Then I picked my nose.
It actually was a pretty good experience. It smelled WONDERFUL.
I highly suggest it for all.
10.24.2006
snickers commercial tab
http://kadel.blogspot.com/2006/07/snickers-chords-you-never-know-whats.html
hey kids..
so the wonderful snickers commercial came one where the guy sings of the merits of snickers and i relized how much i loved it.
so after a couple watches i think i figured it out... then surfed the web (jon stewart has a great routine involving "surfing the net".. download it somewhere) to see how close i was.. well i found the link above and confirmed i was close...
the only odd chord is this one (which i've seen a hundred times but cannot rememeber the name of) is
G!E
e 3
b 0
g 0
d 0
a 2
e 0
so the chords are:
G-------------------G!E
Happy peanuts soar
-------C---------------------Em
Over chocolate covered mountaintops
------G---------------G!E-C
And waterfalls of caramel
-------------G-----------------G!E
Prancing nougat in the meadow
-----------C--------------Em
Sings a song of satisfaction
---------G
To the world
Rock it out people!
hey kids..
so the wonderful snickers commercial came one where the guy sings of the merits of snickers and i relized how much i loved it.
so after a couple watches i think i figured it out... then surfed the web (jon stewart has a great routine involving "surfing the net".. download it somewhere) to see how close i was.. well i found the link above and confirmed i was close...
the only odd chord is this one (which i've seen a hundred times but cannot rememeber the name of) is
G!E
e 3
b 0
g 0
d 0
a 2
e 0
so the chords are:
G-------------------G!E
Happy peanuts soar
-------C---------------------Em
Over chocolate covered mountaintops
------G---------------G!E-C
And waterfalls of caramel
-------------G-----------------G!E
Prancing nougat in the meadow
-----------C--------------Em
Sings a song of satisfaction
---------G
To the world
Rock it out people!
check out her eyelashes
ah shite. the world and what its coming to..
let me preface this, i like tits, i like ass, i like abs.
but i am none of those coupled with "-man"..
once in a drunken conversation with a girl that was quite attractive (at least at the six drink level) and quite talkative.
shite.. what else could you want?
anyway... she asked and asked and asked
"what are you, a tit-man? ass-man (at this point i laughed at the term assman)... etc"
anyway after a few deft maneuvers to keep from cornering myself into the cliche of the mammary obsessed male i came out and admitted..
"im a face man"
(at this point she laughed, probably at my unintentional a-team reference)
we argued for a bit whether that was true and i couldn't seem to get across that a butterface is not an option but a floating head was...
anyway.. so i saw an article on Reuters today talking about the
new
hot
plastic
surgery...
eyelash enhancements..
yeah.. just what you think..
"aw... i keep going to the bar and no one hits on me.. it can't be my saggy ass or lopsided chest.. it must be...
my eyelashes"
think for a bit how wondeful men's conversation truly would be if this was an issue...
"yeah man.. her body is kicking but fuck that.. those eyelashes just are repulsive"
"dude.. check out that chick.. yeah. that one.. at teh end of the bar.. yeah about 40 ft away..
look at her eyelashes!"
"uhh... i wanna tap those eyelashs"
ok.. well i'm not to witty (say nothing miso) right now.. i am pretty sure i'm losing my mind and any abilities that are directly linked ot it.
let me preface this, i like tits, i like ass, i like abs.
but i am none of those coupled with "-man"..
once in a drunken conversation with a girl that was quite attractive (at least at the six drink level) and quite talkative.
shite.. what else could you want?
anyway... she asked and asked and asked
"what are you, a tit-man? ass-man (at this point i laughed at the term assman)... etc"
anyway after a few deft maneuvers to keep from cornering myself into the cliche of the mammary obsessed male i came out and admitted..
"im a face man"
(at this point she laughed, probably at my unintentional a-team reference)
we argued for a bit whether that was true and i couldn't seem to get across that a butterface is not an option but a floating head was...
anyway.. so i saw an article on Reuters today talking about the
new
hot
plastic
surgery...
eyelash enhancements..
yeah.. just what you think..
"aw... i keep going to the bar and no one hits on me.. it can't be my saggy ass or lopsided chest.. it must be...
my eyelashes"
think for a bit how wondeful men's conversation truly would be if this was an issue...
"yeah man.. her body is kicking but fuck that.. those eyelashes just are repulsive"
"dude.. check out that chick.. yeah. that one.. at teh end of the bar.. yeah about 40 ft away..
look at her eyelashes!"
"uhh... i wanna tap those eyelashs"
ok.. well i'm not to witty (say nothing miso) right now.. i am pretty sure i'm losing my mind and any abilities that are directly linked ot it.
10.18.2006
and we're "forwards?"
From a <a
href="http://today.reuters.com/news/articlenews.aspx?type=oddlyEnoughNew
s&storyid=2006-10-18T022106Z_01_L16264327_RTRUKOC_0_US-INDIA-PINK.xml&sr
c=rss">Reuters Article</a> I saw this morning about painting an entire
town pink to improve its image.
<i>The ancient town of Aurangabad in Bihar -- one of India's most
<b>backward</b> and poorest states -- is a hotbed of crime ranging from
killing, extortion, kidnapping and inter-caste wars.</i>
WTF? Aren't we past the point as a intelligent and culturally
knowledgeable society that the term "backward" shouldn't be used to
describe anyone? God, it sounds like some redneck describing those
"A-rabs" or calling some group "savages"... and this is on an
international news feed.
F that.
I am all for the end of political correctness (ask my Asian friends) but
this is just fed up. I'm going to go back to being angry with my job
now.
10.13.2006
people without flavor
I've noticed this more and more recently and it's not something that I'm
sure I should be upset with..
But I am...
Hey, I never professed to be well balanced..
So one of the first things I do when I meet someone is to ask what they
listen to..
Music-wise..
"oh, everything"
F you.
You do not like everything, you lying piece of shiznit. You are telling
me that you like neutral milk hotel (listening to "Naomi" right now) and
you like teeny-bop-pop (I was learning "mmmm bob" on guitar the other
night)... okay.. well I guess it is viable that you like both but do you
really think my question was to weed out the fact that you will listen
to anything? No, I wanted to know what type of music you prefer and
here is the part that pisses me off..
People don't seem to have a preference anymore!
F you digital media! Have you made music so accessible that the gang
bangers downstairs are listening to the same shiznit as the ladies going
to church on Wednesday night?
You must like something more than something else?
God I hate your face...
10.12.2006
alien probes
well not exactly.
So Monday I woke up with a chipped tooth and no idea how I got it.
Normally, this wouldn't be a huge deal (aside from the fact I'd never
chipped an adult tooth) as there is a good chance that while enjoying a
tall bourbon I ran into something (like a fist after an off-color
comment) or simply fell headfirst into something slightly harder than my
tooth enamel. But I wasn't drinking!
So what else could have done it?
I thought maybe food but my meals from the day before consisted of eggs
and bacon and bacon based pizza... hardly tooth chipping material.
hippyL suggested that either it was a DNA sample taken by aliens or a
failed attempt to place a gov't tracking device covertly in my temple
(that's what I call my body..)
so I still have this oddly shaped incisor and no clue of what happened
and I think it is slowly driving me insane.
Blah.
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