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Dec 7, 2009

Running Diary 20091130

20091130

11:31 – Oddly good weekend.  The en-double-g-zee's turkey was A-W-Awesome.  Ate too much, but no worries there.

Saturday became a lazy day.  Didn't know anything.  Just watched Transformers 2 again.  Surprisingly better the second time around.  Doesn't take away from the fact it still sucks.

Finished the week with watching the Madrid @ Barça game.  I got pretty buzzed and strangely lasted for a long time.  But no complaints from my part.

 

11:49 – I downloaded the entire works of Edgar Allan Poe last night.  It should keep me entertained on slow days since I'll be reading it on my computer and from afar will look like work.  Hooray for laziness.

 

11:57 – You know what I hate?  How freaking pop-clingy Maria José's music is.  It would go great with this only replace "Pandora" with "iTunes" and "deeply embarrassing music" with "deeply embarrassing guilty pleasures".

 

12:14 – I just got a reminder of how big a douchebag I really am.  I was told when the office Christmas party is going to be.  For a long moment there I thought it fell on the same day as my 10 year High School reunion.  I was happy because I thought I'd be able to use both events as an excuse to not go to either.

Yes, I'm a douche.

 

13:02 – 24 minutes and 16 seconds into "The Rite of Spring" by Igor Stravinsky.  No extra comment, just wanted to mention it.

 

13:48 – Fast lunch.  Shift managers aren't here to welcome the new hires hitting the floor today and they're all asking me who their sups are going to be.  I need to find that shit out, where they keep that info, just in case it happens again.

 

16:04 – The day melted away.  Between shit I actually had to do and a more effective way of wasting time I've managed to waste an entire day.  It's almost time to bounce and prepare for MNF.

 

16:10 – I've probably mentioned this many times before, but it seems to be a recurring theme with me.  That theme is my lack of ability to finish anything.  Most notably shit I write.  I get an idea and start scribbling shit down.  But the minute I get to word 3 thousand or so my mind starts waning.  I stop paying attention.  I stop caring about the story.  Anything longer than 3 thousand words is too much commitment for me and I can't seem to buckle down and settle with it.

I'm an absent father and the unfinished stories are my kids.  Kids that will never grow up because I don't nurture them; because I don't care about them, not really, not after 3 thousand words.

Would this be what shrinks would call my inability to mature?  I can't finish a story because keeping it in it's infancies is a way for me to keep from growing up?  I have officially ventured into territory I really don't much give a shit about.  Where I'm from they're not issues with maturity and growth, they're called "You're a lazy bastard."  And I'm pretty sure that I am.  A lazy bastard, that is.

I'll use the same excuse I use with girls; I just haven't found the one I have completely and totally fallen in love with.  The one I want to finish.

I am Memo's pile of deforestation stacked around the trash bin.

 

16:20 – I like saying "trash bin".  I was reading back what I wrote after I wrote it and I noticed my use of "trash bin".  It sounds so much better than trashcan.  Trash bin makes so much more sense.  A bin is a receptacle.  A can is receptacle made of aluminum or tin.  Most trash bins are made of plastic now. 

 

16:24 – I burn incense at night while I sleep.  I've had a compulsion since I started that I can't fight any more and it's to collect and keep the ash from the burnt stick in a jar.  I'd like to say I know the reason why, but I don't.  It's just something I can't help myself to do.  Speaking of jars, I just remembered I used to keep an empty frozen jar in my freezer up in the dirty souf.  I drank beer out of it.  It was rebellious and awesome.  And it's only rebelliousness was the fact that no one else I know did it.  It was hipsterish before hipster was douchey.  Now I'm just a douche bag that drinks out a jar.  I really hate hipsters.

 

16:36 – I watched Across the Universe over the weekend.  I can't remember if already mentioned this and I'm too lazy to go back and check.  I just wanted to say that I thought it was brilliant.  I love, loooooooooove Evan Rachel Wood [must insert images here when I get home and edit this].  I remember watching thirteen a few years ago and feeling guilty.  Now I don't.  That's all I have to say.

 

17:09 – I feel weird.  I don't feel myself.  I feel detached and odd and not fitting in.  I never really fit in here at work, but that felt natural before.  Up until a few months ago I didn't have to interact with anyone else, now I do.  But today, more than ever, I feel like I'm not all there.  This is pissing me off.

 

20091201

09:49 – I had me some Hooter's souvenir's to get rid of today.  It's always

 

11:39 – Been a semi-busy day today.  Had some things to do and talk about.

 

11:40 – Laredo, TX, my other home town, has come to GT to offer the largest land port the US has as the main land route for all of GT's and Central America's exports to the US.  This should be good for both parties.  Here's the news.

 

13:03 – No late fee for paying 12 hours late on my CC statement.

 

13:12 – Feeling nauseous.  Weak.  Like I'm not myself.  Good thing it's almost lunch time to replenish.

 

15:21 – I learned something new today.  It might be something old to most people, but it was something new to me.  I use Office 2003 at my work place.  I'm not updated.  Point is, I was playing around with tab hiding for a report I'm working on, the thing is that in the process of using this I discovered an option in that same field called "Background".  Curious, as I never am, I decided to click on it.  What I discovered was wondrous.

This discovery has now opened new doors of workability for me.  Not that I'm going to include images in my reports from now on, but I might add an image to my reporting for fun while I'm working and taking the depression out of the situation.

This has made me happy.

 

16:49 – Today was a very sporadic day.  I really didn't have much to say.  I pretty much used fillers so that I would have an entry for this day.  It's almost over and time to go home.  I just want to lie in bed and read or take a nap.  I'm really tired.  I blame my Hooter's souvenir and the drinking.  I'll take a break from drinking for the next couple of weeks.

Let's see how long that shit actually lasts. :D

 

20091202

08:48 – A dude married his virtual girlfriend in Japan.  I weep for our socially awkward future.

 

08:49 – Obama talked about the war in Afghanistan last night.  He wants to be out of there by summer 2011.  It took over 8 years to get a semblance of something in Iraq and they had some sort of order established there.  They had shit to work with in Iraq.  What the fuck is there to work with in Afghanistan?  And they want to do this shit in a year and a half?  This smells of "victory".  Steamy, stinky, manurey "victory".  I hope you can all see the quotation marks around the word victory because they're meant to make the reading of the word ironic.  It's irony.  *smiley face*

 

09:30 – CNN Breaking News: Golfer Tiger Woods said today that he regrets "transgressions" that "let his family down."

Katt Williams says: "Women, you are at war with raggedy bitches. If you won't suck your man's dick, I know a raggedy bitch who will."

I say Tiger has just earned his ghetto stripes.  Sorry for the pun.

 

10:16 – One of my teachers is applying to university.  She's hoping to attend in the fall of 2010, which should help me out.  Give me time to find someone else.  She's a smart kid.  She'll do well when she goes.

 

10:25 – She told me about one of her essay subjects.  It sounded pretty cool:

The late-eighteenth-century popular philosopher and cultural critic George Lichtenberg wrote, "Just as we outgrow a pair of trousers, we outgrow acquaintances, libraries, principles, etc. . . . at times before they're worn out and at times - and this is worst of all - before we have new ones." Write an essay about something you have outgrown, perhaps before you had a replacement - a friend, a political philosophy, a favorite author, or anything that has had an influence on you. What, if anything, has taken its place?

It made me want to write an essay myself on the subject.  I might still do it.

 

11:31 – I think I'm going to spend part of my trip money on buying me a Lord of the Rings and Star Wars box set.  I think I really need them.  Not want, neeeeeeeeeed.

 

12:11 – Normal people suck.

 

12:12 – So my dad told me what he wants for Christmas.  So did my sister.  I love how my family works.  Only my mom likes to be surprised, which, I suppose is normal.  But I'd much rather tell people what I want and have them tell me what they want.  It's so much easier.

 

12:39 – I love the random on my iPod.  I had it on there and then Tool came on.  I, of course, was inspired.  Now I'm listening to Ænima.  Definitely a top 20 album, maybe even top 10.

This may hurt a little but it's something you'll get used to.

Relax.  Turn awaaaaaaaaaaaaay.

 

12:43 – To outgrow.

We do outgrow most things.  However, I find those things and people that we do not outgrow to be vastly more interesting.

A kid goes off to college.  He grew up in a poor neighborhood.  He grew up in a single-parent household.  He struggled; his family struggled.  He held a job from the time he was fourteen and ninety percent of his paycheck went to paying the house bills.  Despite these things he maintained a good grade point average.  He excelled in his SAT's and ACT's.  He was a model student.  This kid goes off to college.

His friends do not fare as well.  One sells drugs to support his own drug habit.  The other drinks too much and breaks into homes.  They, too, grew up in a poor neighborhood.  They, too, grew up in a single-parent household.  They, too, struggled.

13:44 – Now, it is important to remember that this isn't an argument for or against nature and nurture and circumstances or lack there of.  This, instead, is about how the kid who left for university and is a good student and a hard worker and a model citizen can come back and hang out with his old friends; the ones who didn't go to college and dealt drugs and went to jail and robbed.

The original dynamic states that you outgrow people, most notably those people have nothing in common with you.  But why, then, do we cling so heartily to childhood friendships.  Why do we protect them and defend them and, in some cases, justify them and excuse them?

I have little in common with my childhood friends.  Of the three I consider to be my best friends one is rich, shallow, materialistic, ambitious and a doctor.  The second is a bum, slow, care-free and has no profession.  The last is hard working, serious, quiet, modest and finishing university now.  Me, I'm lazy, procrastinating, creative and neurotic.  They make no sense.  Those combinations, I mean.  But one can't help but wonder if precisely those differences aren't the ones that make us stick together.  Do the combination of our flaws and strengths make us stick together?  Is that the reason we cling to each other and do not outgrow ourselves?

We outgrow acquaintances and things and places because it is in our nature to evolve and change.  As we grow and change so do our points of view and perspectives.  And unless those things we hold dear or just hold grow and change with us then we shall be leaving them on the wayside of our lives.  That is the reason why the phenomenon of never outgrowing friends intrigues me.  With them it never matters how much you grow and change or how much they grow and change you will always come together despite your differences.

Admittedly there are contradictions to my argument.  Cases where friendships ended and were never again mended.  But then again, it could also be argued that those friendships grew apart not because of our or their personal growth but because of circumstances that forced the break.  A friend sleeping with their significant others, violation is personal boundaries and/or codes, the ending of romantic relationships when the friends were involved.  But never outgrowing or evolving away from it.

I know the question posed was not answered, but then again I really don't give much of a shit.

 

14:57 – Born again Christian at age 10?  That makes about as much sense as me sticking my penis in a pencil sharpener.  Don't tell anyone my penis fits in a pencil sharpener.

 

15:26 – Christmas is like the wool sweater of life.  It's warm and warm and itchy and uncomfortable and sometimes you just want to rip it off and never see it again… until it's cold and then you pull it out once more and suffer through the same shit all over again.

I hate/love Christmas.

 

16:13 – I haven't had to do much lately.  I want to punch a baby seal in the face.  Ok, me rephrase, I want to high-five a baby seal in the face… with my fist closed.  And then eat it.  Do baby seals have fur?  If they do I'll wear its fur like a trophy.  A trophy of blood and skin and warmness.

 

16:31 – In a [fill in the blank]

Of light and fat free

With pickle, dilled, on the side

Is that sandwich for me?

 

A line or two of prose

What are those?

The baby seals sing and cry

To make my coat.

 

Amen.

 

16:38 – You know there's something wrong when I start rhyming about sandwiches, pickles and lines of prose for a baby seal coat.

 

17:12 – Time to bounce.  late.

 

20091203

09:46 – The day started almost two hours ago.  Nothing has happened worth mentioning.  I just didn't want to leave this area blank for today.

 

09:55 – OK, I think I'll be more something or other about the Tiger Woods thing.  TIGER CHEATED ON HER???

 

10:21 – Rain drops keep falling on my head,

If they were bullets I'd be surely deeeeeeead.

Shoot, up into the sky

And

Pop open an umbrella

And take cover under

The guy over theeeeeeeeeeere.

He's got boogers in his haaaaaaaaaaaair.

 

10:26 – Brian Williams had his 5 year anniversary as the anchor of NBC's Nightly News last night.  He took over Tom Brokaw.  Soon, Charlie Gibson will retire from World News on ABC.  The last of the three known news anchors from the three major networks.  I don't count FOX cause the fuckers always cancel shows I like and because I don't even think they have an evening news anchor.  Despite all this, Jon Stewart is still the most trusted man in America.  I wonder if Walter Cronkite is rolling over in his grave or is beaming with pride that "fake" news has more credibility than "real" news.  I'm betting on the former.

I'm just sad that I can't watch The Daily Show [find and embed the Maziar Bahari interview] living here in Guatemala.

 

10:42 – I will now proof read my teacher's essay for her college application.

 

11:39 – Proofing and editing complete.  Lots of mistakes.  Mostly in the use of verb tenses and arrangement of sentences.  I didn't change anything else.  I have this bad tendency to want to change things to the way I write them and say them so that they make more sense to me.  So unless they're in a book I always want to re-write crap.  It's a bit douchey of me.

 

11:44 – Two days ago a friend of mine sent me a message on messenger while I was offline.  His big news, that he's getting married.  He gave his girl the ring on Sunday or Monday, I don't remember the day he told me.

I'm happy for the dude, but this is starting to get out of hand.  Guys I never thought would get married or if they did would do so later in life are hitching their wagons to slavery.  First Eddy and now Migue.  I just hope he's not doing this because he feels it's like the next step he has to take or something.  But if the kid is happy then I'm happy for him.

Now he just has to have the wedding in Mexico so that I can go.

So here's to Miguel Robles.  Espero que la vieja esta te haga feliz, viejo.  Y que el matrimonio sea en realidad lo que quieres.

 

12:13 – Hungry… gonna wait though, about 45 more minutes before i go down to get me some fooooooood.  The question now becomes, what to get?

 

12:33 – This is how out of it I've been.  I was going through my Google Reader feed and saw a digg story about Alyson Hannigan refusing to come back, even for a cameo, on a new Buffy movie that's being developed if Joss Whedon is not on board.

Ok so, THEY'RE DEVELOPING A NEW BUFFY MOVIE???  I remember I used to be a fan, seasons 1 through 4 were my time.  I lost track after that, but not completely… I mean, I still knew what the crap was going on in the series.  But a new movie?  And one without Joss Whedon involved???  I swear this dude is like Phil Mickleson before he won a major.  Just can't get a break (I miss you Firefly… I'll miss you Dollhouse, but not as much).

In this same story I read an assessment by Anthony Stewart Head that makes a lot, but a lot of sense, "Look it's no mystery why they're doing this. Vampires are hot and let's face it, Twilight is basically just a watered down Buffy rip-off so why not bring back the real deal and get rich. But I'm pretty sure nobody wants it. Not the fans, not the Buffy cast, and probably not Twilight fans who are too busy swooning over Edward to notice anything else."

So, please, let Buffy be.  They had 7 beautiful years together.  There are many marriages that can't say that.

 

14:42 – Placing my gigantic order for new things this December.  I fear a pain in my wallet, but they're all going to be worth it.

 

14:59 – I can feel my wallet crying right now.  It'll be OK, Rhonda.  Daddy will make it all better.

 

15:00 – Metallica is coming to Guatemala.  It is the first time a band and/or artist with that kind of name pull and that isn't Hispanic or Latin comes here.  I stopped being a big Metallica supporter a long time ago.  But it's still a big deal here.  Big enough that the rumor here at work is that the tickets are already sold out.  They went on sale today.  It's probably the first time in history when the tickets to a concert happening here in Guatemala are sold out not just before the actual day of the event, but on the same day they go on sale.

My friend, Harold, couldn't believe they would have so many fans here.  It perplexed me that he would wonder about that.  I mean, they still are the equivalent of U2 for metal, even if we don't see it that way.  That is almost verbatim what I told him.  He proceeded to argue that they sold out.  Not the concert but as artists, musicians.

This argument raised an interesting point.  Isn't that what all artists, be them musicians or painters or writers, want?  To sell out?  You can cite a plethora of artists who claim not to have done so, but isn't the mere fact that they are charging you to hear them play a sell out?

I want you all to bear with me while I write all this venting down because I'm not going to follow any sort of rational order and it might seem like I'm jumping all over the place.  And even though I know this is a running diary that I don't plan to post until Friday afternoon/Monday morning, my plan is not to come back and proof it, so what I write is what you get.

Having said that, there are many artists who claim artistic integrity; they accuse bands like Metallica and U2 of selling out.  They accuse them of being frauds and losing sight of what they had originally intended to do.  I've always thought that this argument is sour grapes.  They're bands and artists that haven't been or weren't able to sell out themselves.  There are maybe a handful of artists who actually, truly do it just for the music.  But those are few and far between.  Most of them just want to sell records and get famous and get laid.

No aging band reflects this more than the one we're talking about now, Metallica.  They built a fan base and a reputation on the backs of fans and bootlegs.  Kids who snuck in recorders to their concerts back in the day and passed tapes around, shared their music.  Now they're the champions of the anti-piracy movement on the interwebs, effectively destroying the very first massive file sharing site.

A moment of silence for Napster, now.

Example number "b".  Lily Allen.  Every old example needs a new one to reflect the repetition of mistakes.  This girl, who makes good music, has good songs, built a name through social networks, exclusively Myspace.  She recorded demos and uploaded them and let anyone who wanted download them and share them.  Until she got famous and started selling albums.  Suddenly file sharing becomes a burden on the artists back.  A pilfering of their bank accounts because people are doing exactly what they've always done with their music, downloaded it and shared it.

This is the very definition of the selling out argument.  Those who don't sell out and mock those who do wax intellectual on the virtues of giving their music away and only caring about the art.  Those who do sell out bitch and whine that the marketing tool they used to become popular to begin with is now biting them in the ass.

I could go on forever on this.  I could go back and proof it and re-write and make this better and longer.  But it's part of a running diary post.  One that started at 3pm and is now 3:22pm.  So I'll stop now before running the danger of sounding preachy and douchey.  Oh, crap, too late.  I already sound preachy here and I sounded douchey about three posts ago.

I am the Music Industries long and accusatory finger.

It is now 3:23pm.

 

16:07 – I don't know if I should feel ashamed or proud, but I managed to get to Adolf Hitler in five clicks playing the ? Degrees to Hitler game.  I got there through William Speirs Bruce.  Today's feature article was on him.

 

16:27 – This is something I've posted on before, but I just can't seem to escape it or get tired of complaining about it.  It's the custom message in IM softwares like Google Talk or Windows Live Messenger.  This is the latest one I've read so far:

God PLZZZZ make ME stronger :O( Now I´m just wondering, how it would be like (...)

I'm pretty sure God doesn't give to shits about it.  That's one.  And "b", the audacity of asking God to "PLZZZZ make ME…" no one else, just ME, stronger.  WTFuck?  It's bad enough that people pledge and express their undying love for some turd-stain I don't give half a fart for or complain about some shitty or unfortunate situation that I can't do a fucking thing about, but now they pray and plead with God to answer THEIR prayers and their prayers alone?

GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!!!!

It just makes me want to punch someone in the throat.

The hypocrisy of it all, of praying to God in times of need.  I'm guilty of it, too, I don't escape the wrath of me in this either.  I just find it especially disturbing the ego on these people.

FUCK!

 

14:42 – In the land of the blind the dude that sets up a walking stick stand is a millionaire.  And I'm pretty sure he could dethrone that one-eyed bastard who declared himself king.  Fucker.

 

17:08 – Bouncin' time.  Late.

 

20091204

08:45 – The strangest thing I've heard so far this day, and it's only 8:45am.  Apparently a friend of mine cheated on his girlfriend while he was working at the hospital and then while he was sleeping after his shift.

Women confuse me.

 

10:20 – My dad wants a pair of white Converse All-Stars low-tops.  My dad.  I get the feeling that he's starting to have some sort of mid-life crisis.  But if this IS a mid-life crisis and it's involving him getting a pair of shoes he used to wear as a teenager instead of an expensive sports car then I think it's not going to be that bad.

 

11:15 – Slow update Friday.  Not much going on.

 

13:13 – Dammit, I've been fed and now I'm not hungry anymore.  Will probably not go to lunch and won't have a chance to read a bit.  BOLLOCKS!

 

16:15 – Done, day is over.  Late.



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Nov 30, 2009

Running Diary 20091123

20091123

I’ve always found it hard to imagine anyone sitting down and remembering their lives to write a memoir.  I don’t think that that’s what I’m doing right now; mostly because I don’t plan on remembering much.  Not that I could, anyways.  I’m pretty sure I’ve killed all brain cells pertaining to ages 15 and under.

This would be the part where Chuck Palahniuk would insert a one or two or three word sentence.

No, I suppose this is where I make a comment on something happening in the media or in popular culture.  As of this date it would probably involve the premier of the new Twilight movie or health care reform.  As of the time that anybody reads this it might be something else.

This would be the part where Chuck Palahniuk would insert the same one or two or three word sentence he inserted before regardless of whether it made sense to or not.  Usually it does.

November is almost over.  November, 2009, you know, for posterity.  Almost the beginning of what radio DJ’s in GT call the prettiest month of the year.  If you ask me, it’s about as pretty Rihanna being punched in the face.  Traffic all over.  Stores so packed you can barely walk around.  Crime rates going up.  Hunger.  Disease.  Oh, wait, that’s all year round.  So basically the prettiest month of the year is the same as the rest of us uggo ones.

This would be the part where Chuck Palahniuk would insert the same one or two or three word sentence he inserted before but this time he changes a part of the sentence.  Suddenly reading his book becomes like a Where’s Waldo of modern literature.

I’ve been having trouble sleeping.  Nobody cares.  I fail to find a reason why anyone should.  I’m regretting posting it right now.

So it’s TG week.  And by TG I mean Thanksgiving.  I live in Guatemala and my family is celebrating Thanksgiving.  It’s important for me to point out that we’re not American.  That’s on Thursday.  On Friday, other friends have decided they want to do TG dinner, also.  I’m celebrating TG twice.  The only good thing?  Double servings of turkey and all the awesome shit we do with it.

 

20091124

17:15 – It’s a different day today.  The day after the day I started writing this thing.  I suppose you could call it a running diary, but it’s not.  I’m not time stamping it.  Not until now.  I don’t’ know at what time I started writing this but I’m going back to the beginning of this paragraph and putting the time right now to commemorate the beginning of this running diary.  I’m also going to go to the beginning of the page and post yesterday’s date which is when I started writing.  The idea is that I’m going to keep running with this until I get tired and then I’ll upload it to the interwebs.

 

17:17 – I find my change in office, or rather my move from an office to not an office boring.  This is going to sound arrogant but I have a knack for finishing my work fast.  This was brilliant when I had my office because I could waste the rest of my time with watching shows on my computer or reading in peace.  Now I’m in what is known here as the “fishbowl”.  Everyone can see what I’m doing.  This running diary is the closest thing to wasting time while looking like I’m working as I’m going to get.

This would be the part where Chuck Palahniuk would insert the word, Fuck.

 

17:20 – “Love Me or Hate Me” by Lady Sovereign just started.  I’m going to wait for it to end and then I’m shutting down and going home.  Late bitches.

 

20091125

08:39 – Just got to work.  Another day.  Don’t know if it’s going to be long or short, yet.

 

08:47 – Let the sex-tapes continue.  Apparently the s-t du jour is Tila Tequila’s.  Like the dude’s at Manolith said, does it really surprise anyone?

 

09:08 – I find it fun to listen to Keith Olbermann in the morning.  It makes me happy.

 

09:18 – I just had an awesome childhood flashback.  I even had it as a hand-held game, those that used to be really popular when you couldn’t afford a gameboy.  I lost it somewhere.  I never found it.  And my parents never found out I lost it.  It was a rather stressful school vacation, though, worried they’d find out.  I want those days back when all I need to worry about is having my parents find out I lost a toy somewhere.

I miss you SkiFree.  I miss you Window’s 3.0.  I miss you IBM PC’s.  My name is Guillermo Riojas and I used to be a PROUD PC.

 

09:57 – Sometimes I feel incomplete.  And by that I mean like I never finish anything.  I get an idea, I start writing it, I stop a few words into it.  I wait until I get another one.  It’s sad.  It’s sad and it makes me wonder how long this experiment will go before I decide to stop and post it.  If I can hold out for the rest of the week then it’s already a victory.

 

11:21 – Bored and tired.  Want the day to be over so I can go get me my Photoshop installed.  Same with my video editor.  It’s going to be epic.

 

11:30 – At this moment I’m hating two things.  One of them is twitter.  It pisses me off.  The second one is not being able to use

 

11:52 – I’m trying to use my google wave shit.  I don’t get it.  It’s giving me a headache.  My friend tells me it’s a great tool.  I tell him I like my computer gadgets help me waste time not make me more efficient.  This just makes me want the day to end earlier.

 

12:41 – It sucks when you stop to wonder what the shit you’re doing with your life.  Especially when you think you’ve got shit figured out.  You think you’ve got shit figured out and then the seed of doubt is planted.  And it can be anything from seeing someone your same age’s success to a particularly gloomy or bright day.  Something triggered it in me.  Might be the song I’m listening to right now.  It’s “Legs” by PJ Harvey by the way, in case anyone was wondering.  It is a bit of a depressing song.

It’s most likely the fact that the holiday season is approaching.  I kind of fucking hate the holidays.  I love the food, but I hate the fakeness.  Fake feelings run rampant during the holidays, especially in families.  Especially in families that don’t have much to do with each other, they don’t even have to hate each other.

I am Santa Claus’ judgmental index finger.

I thought it’d be worth mentioning that it took me six minutes to write that train of thought.

 

12:50 – I’m trying to decide what playlist to listen to that is not one that I am slowly building with a friend.  I don’t want it to be that one because otherwise I’m gonna burn those songs and I don’t want to, they’re really good.

 

14:48 – There’s something about PJ Harvey’s “Snake” that I really like.  I don’t know if it’s the biblical mentionings or the fact that it’s just raw and awesome.

 

15:25 – The time stamp tells you what time it is and I want to shoot myself.  I’m tired and I want to go home.  I have absolutely nothing to do.

 

16:48 – Just wanted to mention that I’m currently listening to “Hooker With a Penis” by Tool.  It is pretty safe to say that it is one of my most favoritist songs of all time.  Maybe even top 10.  Definitely top 20.

 

16:54 – I have also noticed that I pause to reflect and consider the fact that I make words up in order to better express what I’m trying to say.  I’ll use an example from the previous time-stamp; I used the word “favoritist” to describe a song.  I’ve also noticed that I love doing this and it makes me feel good.  The internet ruined spelling and writing in general but it has also freed us to expand and create new words and meanings.  Thank you interwebs.  Thank you for ruining 12 years of English grammar and spelling.

 

17:00 – I love tea.  It brings peace to me.  It keeps me from punching through someone’s face.  Especially since most people I’ve met here deserve a punch through the face.  Thankfully it’s none of the people I share a workspace with.

 

17:14 – Quittin’ time.

 

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08:44 – You know what I hate?  Douche bags who wear ball-caps with the stickers and tags still attached and the brim completely crisp and unbent.  Could you look any douchier?

 

08:48 – On a related note, I hate even more when these douche bags wear said douchiness askew from center.  It’s bad enough when they wear these straight forward (douche) or straight back (super douche), but to have it slightly sideways?  Super, mega douche!

 

08:53 – I’m reading The Lord of the Rings.  I never read it before.  It’s geek sacrilege.  I tried once when I was around 14 or so.  It was before I got into reading.  It felt too slow.  So I never really got into it then.  But lately I’ve been feeling Geelkty.  I needed to read it, I have to.  It’s a moral imperative.  I think Val Kilmer said that in Real Genius.  I love that movie.  But I digress.  I finished Fellowship of the Ring last week.  Just started The Two Towers.  I’m trying to think what to continue with.  I’m missing the last two Dune books to finish that saga, but I’m in no hurry there.  I might start the Isaac Asimov books, though, I’m not completely sure.

 

10:59 – So just as I was promised yesterday, today has been a very peaceful day as far as craziness is concerned here in the center.  Not many calls.  However, I’ve been warned about tomorrow shit-hit-fan stuff.

 

12:15 – Working some new numbers.  I’m liking the new numbers.

 

15:28 – So it’s become pretty much accepted that Twilight is like porn for girls.  Not only that, I’m pretty sure we can all agree on the fact that Twi… you know what, I’ll just start calling it “The-series-that-shall-not-be-named”.  Hmm, that’s a mouthful.  Point is, I’m pretty sure we can all agree on the fact that The-series-that-shall-not-be-named has ruined vampires for ever.

I can still remember being awake late one night when I was barely 12 or 13 and watching Keanu Reeves act shittily, yet again, and Gary Oldman scare the shit out of me; of watching that same year a shit black and white movie with a bug-eyed, bald vampire Noferatu and almost crapping my pants.

I remember Anne Rice evolving them into seductive but still scary as balls.  But now, now The-series-that-shall-not-be-named has turned them into glittering fagtards.

 

15:40 – On a semi-related note… I’ve always wondered about something in immortality.  Forget the watching your loved ones die off while you’re still around.  Forget that part.  Let’s say you are an immortal nazi.  And let’s say it’s 200 years later, how exactly does this immortal nazi get over his prejudices?  You watch all these movies where you have immortal beings and the main immortals always have upstanding morals and ethics.  They’re politically correct, they’re not racists, they are what we all aspire to be.  But there’s no way an immortal Templar crusader sees an Arab now and says, “We’re all equal under God and I respect you friend.”  Fuck no, the fucker would draw his sword and try to impale the “savage”.

You know, just saying.

 

16:31 – Almost time to bounce and head to turkey awesomeness. ^_^

 

16:40 – I think I can safely say that Less Than Jake is in my Top 20 bands.  Maybe even Top 10.  There’s just something about songs that make me feel happy, regardless of the lyrics or their message.  Ska makes me happy.  Thank you Less Than Jake.

“The Ghosts of Me and You” – Less Than Jake

 

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08:26 – Turkey day was a rousing success.  Lot’s of good food.  Lot’s of leftovers.  Lot’s of pie.

 

08:37 – In a very I-can’t-think-of-a-come-back-now-but-wait-till-I-can moment, Turkey Day 2: Revenge of the Poultry is working itself out today.  Hoping it’s going to be good.

 

09:07 – And if it’s not I’ll just get drunk.  Either way it’s a win.

 

09:09 – It’s “Black Friday” today.  I hated “Black Friday” when I lived in the states.  It was impossible to do anything.  Let alone go to Walmart to do your regular fucking shopping (I spent a day without pooping once because I couldn’t get into the store to buy TP).  But BF doesn’t exist here.  And in this case BF doesn’t mean boyfriend or best friend; it means Black Friday, in the same way that BFF will be used for Black Fucking Friday.  Try to keep up with the acronyms.

Point is it doesn’t exist here.  And it’s brilliant.  On a related note, I wanted to point out the uselessness of Cyber Monday; the “ceremonial kick-off of the holiday online shopping season.” I used the quotations to make it look official and shit, but it’s really just a quote I got from the Wikipedia entry for Cyber Monday.  Getting back to the uselessness, most retailers now have online shopping and in those websites where you can do your online shopping all their in-store savings and deals are also available.  So basically, it’s still BF, its still BFF.

Moments like these are the ones where I wish I had a PS3 so that I could go on a virtual shooting rampage.  I guess I’ll just have to settle with drinking.  A lot.

 

10:32 – I don’t want to cry victory yet, but so far so good with the tests.  If we continue this way I might even be able to leave early enough to make me some cornbread.

 

11:59 – Someone here just quoted the Bene Gesserit Litany Against Fear.  I’ve never met anyone other than my cousin that can do that.  It is easily one of my favorite parts in the entire Dune Saga.  With that I’ll post it here:

I must not fear.
Fear is the mind-killer.
Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration.
I will face my fear.
I will permit it to pass over me and through me.
And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path.
Where the fear has gone there will be nothing.
Only I will remain.

 

12:27 – Ah, hockey.  I love it.  Found that the Devils were playing early today.  This is making work today bearable.

 

12:57 – The delivery truck approached the gate.  It wasn’t open so the driver honked once.

Honk.

Twice.

Honk.

Thrice.

Hooooooonk.

But it didn’t really sound like “honk”.

The security guard crept his head through the gate and signaled the driver to go away.  But to no avail.  The driver jumped out of his cab and started walking to the security guard.  The guard’s eyes widened and kept telling the driver to go away, but the driver kept going towards the gate.

Then it happened, an arm came around the head of the security guard and fired a shot straight into the driver’s eye.  And just as quickly as it had appeared it disappeared.  No time to position the shot.  We were told to hold.  Now a person is dead.

 

13:03 – We had gotten an anonymous tip about hostages in a local factory.  SWAT snipers were deployed and snipers were set.  But they weren’t allowed to engage without prior authorization.

The whole deal went down in a matter of seconds and nobody had gotten dead.  Not until now.  The neighbors heard and now we can hear the sirens coming.  This was going to turn into a circus.

I hate using that simile, but it works.  The idea was to try to get positioned well enough to take the hostage takers out without having law enforcement interference.  That shit just went out the window.

 

13:11 – There was a shopping mall across the street from the factory and office space on the top floor.  They allowed us to take over two of their offices and cut holes into the windows to stick our sniper rifles through.  It was an optimum place.  The windows were tinted and the sun was hitting it just right to blind whoever looked up.  We were still cutting the windows when the shot rang out.  We weren’t fast enough and we weren’t ready.  This was our fault.

 

13:18 – A fleet of about 13 cop cars showed up.  They’re covering the street and we can hear more coming in.  My team still doesn’t know if they know we’re here.  Their lights are blazing and they’re drawing attention.  This just became, pardon another cliché, a shit-storm.



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Oct 14, 2009

She's such a slut playing foot(s)ie with the Worlds.

So I was surfing the interwebs when I ran into a question on Yahoo! answers.  “Why is soccer the most played sport around the World?”  My first thought, of course, was why in the shit is the word “world” capitalized.  My second thought was, however, nothing.  I paused.  I began to wonder, why IS football the most played sport around the world?  And for the purposes of this post “soccer” will be replaced by “football” because it’s a sport you play with your feet and a ball and you know that pesky logic shit always gets me.  So why is football the most played sport around the world?  I suppose that if I were to be completely honest with myself I’d have to say I don’t know.  One argument is that it’s cheap, all you need is a ball.  Makes sense.  Draw a few lines in the sand/dirt/grass/concrete/pavement; get yourself a sphere-like thing-a-magig and you’re set.  It’s not like American Football where you need padding and a special ball and a large area; not to mention that I still have no idea why its called “football” when the kicking part only happens when you run out of options.  It’s not like hockey where you need skates (unless you’re playing field hockey and you don’t need them, but the protective pads, yeah the protective pads).  Though, I suppose you can make the same argument for baseball or cricket.  All you’d need to do is add a few sticks to either sport and you’re done.  No special equipment.

Others argue that it brings people together.  Well, that argument seems flawed considering any major and popular team sport does the same.  In fact they all do so a lot more than most Olympic sports where the individual’s performance is what determines the country’s level of skill.  So no, I doubt it’s that it brings people together.

How about that it inspires?  I like that reason more than any.  It inspires.  For better or for worse it inspires feelings in us no movie or play or song or poem can.  But ultimately that argument is purely speculative and based on opinion.  I can only speak for myself, but when I watch my flag wave, my national anthem play I get goose-pimples every time.  Every.  Single.  Time.  No exception.  I can’t sit down to watch a game, either.  I might start watching it in my seat but before I know it I’m on my feet and I’m talking to myself pretending the players can hear me.  I fall into superstitious nonsense.  I shave my head/beard/arms/legs/other parts in hopes of cleansing any bad karma I might be carrying there because EVERYONE knows karma is carried in hair.  And because we all also know that MY actions directly affect the team.  I wear the same clothes, follow the same pattern and eat the same things to not break the cycle.  To not jinx it.  And I am also reduced to a bawling bundle of snot and tears when these things don’t work.  I fold into myself.  I then retrace my steps to see where I messed up.

Many Boston Red Sox fans might read this and think, “Dude, that was what my life was before they finally won the World Series.”  I’m not arguing to the contrary.  What I am saying is that while the Red Sox have thousands of fans, myself included, football has billions.  Yes, that one with the “b”.  Each and every one of whom pulls their very own way and feel the same way I do and in some cases follow even stranger and creepier superstitious patterns.

Football reaches everywhere.  Every fucking where.  Why?  I really don’t know, I’ve shared my opinion, but ultimately I don’t know.  It defies logic.  If indoctrination and colonization would be to blame our punk-asses would be smacking a wood ball with a flat bat instead of kicking leather.  But we’re not.

If money was the case then everyone would want to play US sports.  Not to mention the sponsorship nightmare that it is. –What do you mean there are no commercial breaks?  Wait a second, NO TIME OUTS??? – Yep, that’s right, no commercial breaks or time outs ‘cause that’s how the rest of us Worlds role.

Alas, the true reason escapes me and I may never know it, all I know is why I love it.  And that’s because it makes me feel like my first everything every time.

 

I heart you football.

 

p.s.: VAMOS MEXICO!  ESTE PRÓXIMO SI ES NUESTRO MUNDIAL!!!

 

p.p.s:  Or is it p.s.s.?  I have no idea.  Point is Charlie Davies is in hospital.  He’s a good player, and from everything I’ve been reading onlines he seems to be a good person.  Hope he gets better.

 

 

 



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Oct 9, 2009

Where the wild things wipe their butt.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Fucking hipsters. Fucking douchebags. Apparently they’re everywhere now. I blame you, myspace. I blame you, facebook. I remember there was a time when douches were neatly tucked away in their frat houses and upturned collars where they date raped within their comfort zone and so long as you stayed outside that comfort zone you wouldn’t have to run into them. I remember a time when hipsters were actually hip and nobody knew about them except other hipsters doing hipstery things in their hip and hot hanging spots or cribs or speak-easy’s, or whatever is hip to call their hangout places this hour. But nooooo. Now they’re every where. As fun as it is for them to be the punch line of my fist into their throats the fact that I have to see them in my television set when I’m trying to relax and would be expensive for me to punch line, I think it’s time to let these people rest in peace. Please. Please?

What inspired this rant? Ellen Page. I love her. I love her to death or to the next cool girl that captures my imagination and cinematic heart. But I just read over at Manolith


On a different note, I think I broke my liver last night. I also found all these other freakin’ pics of Page on the intertrons so I might as well post them.

late.






Aug 18, 2009

YKWIH - Bambi's Revenge

You know what I hate?

Animal Rights Groups. These fucking people seem to forget that eating animal flesh is probably one of the reasons their ancestors survived long enough to reproduce and thus allow their spawn to reproduce and so on and so forth allowing them to turn into the douchedy douches they are. It’s not bad enough that they don’t eat meat, something that doesn’t affect me personally and so I keep it to myself, but they get in my face and call me a murderer because I do? Listen, fuck-ohs, I don’t tell you what to eat so refrain from telling me. They argue for the sanctity of living creatures? Last time I checked a plant was also a living creature. The worst part is these jagoffs are the most vocal pro-choice fuck-tards in the world. You’d think with all that sanctity and preciousness of life shit they spout they’d be staunch pro-lifers. I’m pro-choice, by they by.

All in all these people do a lot of good work when it comes to the conservation of animals on the endangered species list, but when it comes to dictating what I put in my body they’re wasting their fucking time and they should mind their own fucking shit. Don’t attempt to tell me about the pain an animal feels when it’s being killed to feed me until you acknowledge the pain a plant probably feels, too. Just because it doesn’t have a vocal cord to make noise doesn’t mean it probably doesn’t feel pain.

On a different note, this would be a hilarious comic and yes my mommy does kill animals, not only for the fur for her coat that keeps her warm, but TO FEED US!!!

You know what I love?

The Veronicas. I love their music and I love them. Their music is painfully catchy. And I have a hard time believing my fucking iTunes Genius won’t create a playlist from “Untouched”. Regardless, I love these girls. Some might call it a guilty pleasure but in my case I have nothing to feel guilty about so it’s just a pleasure. Having said that I’m pretty sure you guys know what’s next.

Untouched

By The Veronicas


I go ooh ooh, you go ah ah
lalalalalalalala

I can't lie lie lie lie lie lie
I wanna wanna wanna get get get what I want
Don't stop
Give me give me give me what you got got
Cause I can't wait wait wait any more more more more
Don't even talk about the consequence
Cause right now you're the only thing that's making any sense to me
And I don't give a damn what they say, what they think think
Cause you're the only one who's on my mind
I'll never ever let you leave me
I'll try to stop time for ever, never wanna hear you say goodbye (bye bye bye)

I feel so untouched
And I want you so much
That I just can't resist you
It's not enough to say that I miss you
I feel so untouched right now
Need you so much somehow
I can't forget you
Been going crazy from the moment I met you

Untouched
And I need you so much

See you, breathe you, I want to be you
Alalalala alalalala
You can take take take take take time time
To live live the way you gotta gotta live your life
Give me give me give me all of you you
Don't be scared
I'll see you through the loneliness of one more more more
Don't even think about what's right or wrong, wrong or right
'Cause in the end it's only you and me and no one else is gonna be around
To answer all the questions left behind
And you and I are meant to be so even if the world falls down today
You've still got me to hold you up up
And I will never let you down (down)

I feel so untouched
And I want you so much
That I just can't resist you
It's not enough to say that I miss you
I feel so untouched right now
Need you so much somehow
I can't forget you
Been going crazy from the moment I met you

Untouched, untouched, untouched, untouched, untouched
Alalalala alalalala
Untouched
Alalalala alalalala

I feel so untouched
And I want you so much
That I just can't resist you
It's not enough to say that I miss you
I feel so untouched right now
Need you so much somehow
I can't forget you
Been going crazy from the moment I met you

I feel so untouched
And I want you so much
That I just can't resist you
It's not enough to say that I miss you
I feel so untouched right now
Need you so much somehow
I can't forget you
Been going crazy from the moment I met you

Untouched, untouched, untouched

Aug 17, 2009

YKWIH - Catching up

and in the spirit of keeping up…

 

It’s time for another edition of YKWIH.

 

You know what I hate?

Fucking Creationists.  I’m not going to pretend I’m not biased here because I kind of am.  I haven’t precisely lost my faith but I don’t go to church either.  What pisses me off about these jerk-offs, though, is that they complain about having school systems impose their “scientific beliefs” on them when they don’t want to take part in them.  In turn, however, they want to impose their creationist beliefs on the rest of the world.  How exactly does this make sense?  It’s the equivalent of the U.S. invading Iraq in search of weapons of mass destruction and then switching the message to that of freedom and democracy.  Did they ask for that shit?  No, they didn’t, the Bush administration found it was in their best interest.

Another good example of this is the family who’s refusing chemotherapy for their child because it goes against their religious beliefs.  I say that if these people want to kill their kid it’s their business, none of ours, let them the fuck alone.

The same concept applies to this subject.  The science in this case has been proven to be fact so that’s what will be taught, you don’t agree pull the little failed abortions out of school and let the rest of the world learn what has been programmed.  Don’t, DO NOT try to impose your beliefs on those that don’t agree with you.  We already have a colourful human history filled with stories of the shit that happens when douches like those try to do things like that.

In conclusion, I really fucking hate creationists.

 

Need to do love now cause otherwise I’m gonna break the computer.

 

You know what I love?

The randomness of my random setting on iTunes.  I really love this.  I have one of the few music collection that will allow you to go from Beethoven to The Pixies to Kabah one after the other.  How many other music collection out there can do things like that?

This description, though short, makes me very happy.

 

 

No song today L

 



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Back with things I hate.

Ok, so I missed the entirety of the month of July, but u know…

Point is, here’s another installment of You Know What I Hate?

 

You know what I hate?

Dragons not existing.  I really do hate this.  I love dragons.  I wish dragons were really real and would act like forces of nature like hurricanes, tornadoes, earthquakes, black holes.  I’m assuming a black hole attack is catastrophic but I really have no idea, I’ve never seen one up close.  Which begs the question, is a black hole really black? Oh, I do wonder.  But I digress.  DRAGONS!!!  I wish they were real and you not.

 

Ok, not much of a rant but an awesome picture there, no?

 

You know what I love?

Hating.  I really love hating.  In the same way I love my arm because it’s a part of me, I love to hate.  In the same way I love my penis because it’s attached to my body and feels good when it’s in a vagina, I love to hate.  In the same way I love the interwebs and all its free porn, I love to hate.  So yeah, yei hate!

 

 

Wine Red

By, The Hush Sound

 

Who shot that arrow in your throat?
Who missed the crimson apple?
It hung heavy on the tree above your head

This chaos, this calamity, this garden once was perfect
Give your immortality to me; I'll set you up against the stars

Gloria,
We lied, we can't go on
This is the time and this is the place to be alive

Who shot that arrow in your throat?
Who missed the crimson apple?
And there is discord in the garden tonight

The sea is wine red
This is the death of beauty
The doves have died
The lovers have lied

I cut the arrow from your neck
Stretched you beneath the tree
Among the roots and baby's breath
I covered us with silver leaves

Gloria,
We lied, we can't go on
This is the time and this is the place to be alive

The sea is wine red
This is the death of beauty
The doves have died
The lovers have lied

The sea is wine red
This is the death of beauty
The doves have died
The lovers have lied

The sea is wine red (Gloria, we lied)
This is the death of beauty (we lied, this is the time and place)
The doves have died (Gloria, we lied)
The lovers have lied (this is the time and place)

 



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Jun 15, 2009

You know what I hate? - 03

  • Mood: Llama
  • Listening to: Clerks II Soundtrack
  • Reading: nothing
  • Watching: Stanley Cup Finals
  • Playing: with myself.
  • Eating: taquitos
  • Drinking: beer
:bulletgreen:I think I hate you.
It’s time for another edition of YKWIH.

You know what I hate?
From Semana Santa @ Utila 2009
Harold Von Ahn. Now, this doesn’t mean I actually hate him. For the last, oh, I don’t know, I think it’s six or seven years now we’ve had a running joke with Harold about how much I hate him. It all stemmed out from the original “You know what I hate?” list. He was one of the few people who would be online whenever I wanted to complain about something and those complaints often began with a, “You know what I hate?”
As a result of this the running gag always started like that and once, prompted by the question, “What do you hate today?”, a natural response of, “you” came out. Since then he has been the subject of my hate.
So, you know what I hate? Harold Von Ahn.

Now, even though my hate is really not hate I don’t want to break with tradition so I’m going to elaborate on love.

You know what I love?
Jack in the Box. I really love Jack in the Box. Also known as Jack in the Crack, at least to me and mine. The Bacon Ultimate Cheeseburger??? Dude, my mouf is watering just thinking about it. And it’s not just the food… cuuuuuuuuurly fries… it’s fucking Jack, too. Watching Jack in the commercials is like awesome. Yes, it’s so good it makes me talk like a Valley Girl. Well, that’s it. That’s what I love. I rand out of crap to say about it so we’ll leave it at that.


I Remember You
by Skid Row

Woke up to the sound of pouring rain
The wind would whisper and I'd think of you
And all the tears you cried, that called my name
And when you needed me I came through

I paint a picture of the days gone by
When love went blind and you would make me see
I'd stare a lifetime into your eyes
So that I knew you were there for me
Time after time you were there for me

Remember yesterday - walking hand in hand
Love letters in the sand - I remember you
Through the sleepless nights and every endless day
I'd wanna hear you say - I remember you

We spend the summer with the top rolled down
Wished ever after would be like this
You said I love you babe, without a sound
I said I'd give my life for just one kiss
I'd live for your smile and die for your kiss

Remember yesterday - walking hand in hand
Love letters in the sand - I remember you
Through the sleepless nights and every endless day
I'd wanna hear you say - I remember you

We've had our share of hard times
But that's the price we paid
And through it all we kept the promise that we made
I swear you'll never be lonely

Woke up to the sound of pouring rain
Washed away a dream of you
But nothing else could ever take you away
'Cause you'll always be my dream come true
Oh my darling, I love you

Remember yesterday - walking hand in hand
Love letters in the sand - I remember you
Through the sleepless nights and every endless day
I'd wanna hear you say - I remember you

Remember yesterday - walking hand in hand
Love letters in the sand - I remember you
Through the sleepless nights and every endless day
I'd wanna hear you say - I remember you

Jun 9, 2009

You know what I hate? - 02

  • Mood: Llama
  • Listening to: Clerks II Soundtrack
  • Reading: nothing
  • Watching: Stanley Cup Finals
  • Playing: with myself.
  • Eating: taquitos
  • Drinking: beer
:bulletgreen:I think I hate you.
It’s time for another edition of YKWIH.

You know what I hate?
People who write down personal messages in the personal messages section of social-networking sites and/or instant messaging services. So, yeah, the hating is kind of long, but still, I hate that shit. “Thanks for the best 10 years of my life, baby!” Gaaaagh! It makes me want to punch a wall in the face. The worst part is I’m guilty of this sort of thing every once in a while. It’s usually limited to sporting event results, but still, I’m sharing my personal feelings. Just thinking about it is giving me goose pimples of hate. “There’s nothing truer than our love forever.” WHAT THE FUCK DOES THAT EVEN MEAN??? (I do the all CAPS to show that I’m screaming). There’s really not much more I can elaborate on this one other than:
I really hate people who write down personal messages in the personal messages section of social networking sites and/or instant messaging services.

Now for some love.

You know what I love?
Burger King. Even with the controversy surrounding the denial of global warming by a couple of the Memphis stores I still love Burger King. I think my love for BK is in direct relation with my hate of McDonald’s. I would elaborate on that but this is the love portion of the post so I’m gonna continue with my love of the Whopper and all its variations: Whopper, Jr.; Texas Whopper; Angry Whopper; and many other Whoppers that have come and gone. I don’t know if it’s the fact that I can have it my way or their unapologetic stance on the fattening of America. Yes, we make high calorie food with loads of fat, do you still want one? BRILLIANT! Add to that the creepiness of the King and that giant, smiling head and they almost have to add heart-disease disclaimers at the beginning of each commercial. Heart-disease that in most likeliness they caused.
So here’s to Burger King, the thing that I love.

late.


Scotty Doesn't Know
by Lustra

Scotty doesn't know that Fiona and me
Do it in my van every Sunday.
She tells him she's in church but she doesn't go
Still she's on her knees and Scotty doesn't know!

Oh Scotty doesn't know!
So Don't Tell Scotty!
Scotty doesn't know!
Scotty doesn't know!
So Don't Tell Scotty!

Fiona says she's out shopping,
But she's under me and I'm not stopping...

Because Scotty doesn't know!
Scotty doesn't know! (X3)
So don't tell Scotty!
Scotty doesn't know!

Don't tell Scotty!

I can't believe he's so trusting,
While I'm right behind you thrusting.
Fiona's got him on the phone,
And she's trying not to moan.
It's a three-way call and he knows nothing!

Scotty doesn't know!(X3)
So don't tell Scotty!
Scotty doesn't know!(X3)

We'll put on a show!
Everyone will go!
Scotty doesn't know!(x3)

The parkin lot
Why not? It's so cool when you're on top!
His front lawn in the snow
Life is so hard because Scotty doesn't know!

We did it on his birthday...

Scotty doesn't know!(X4)

Scotty doesn't know!
Scotty won't know!
Scotty doesn't know!
Scotty's gotta know!
Gotta tell Scotty!
Gotta tell him myself!
Scotty doesn't know! (X10)


[Chant] Scotty doesn't know! (x7)
[Chant] Scotty's gotta go!