What ever happened to people recognizing the basic feelings and thought behind holidays? In the past people recognized holidays for what they were. They also enjoyed them because of the family traditions involved with each individual holiday. It seems nowadays everyone has become jaded to the meanings, and selfish in the celebration of such things.
The majority of people look at holidays like Veterans Day, Labor Day, and Memorial Day especially, as nothing more than a day off of work. "It's a Federal Holiday, I get it off, and you have to pay me." Granted, as a kid I viewed those holidays as nothing more than a day out of school. But as I've aged, I've learned to respect the reasons behind them. Being proud of the people who have served and are still serving in the military, being happy to live in a country where you can choose your vocation, and extremely proud of those who gave everything for this country.
And then there are the more traditional holidays. Like Easter, and Christmas. I'm not a religious man, but I feel these holidays transcend religion. Yes, they are based in religious theology, but they are more than that. Most people these days view them as a time to receive. Easter = Candy. Christmas = Toys, and shiny stuff. Whatever happened to enjoying being around people you care about? Why don't we enjoy the gift because someone cared enough to give it to us? If I opened every gift tomorrow, and all I got was nothing but underwear and socks, I would be grateful. Because then I would know, that no matter what, my family loved me, cared for me, and knew me well enough to know that I hate doing laundry, and therefore those things were needed. But that's beside the point.
The point is: spend the holidays the right way. Not basking in the fact that you have the day off, but enjoying the hours with family, friends, or loved ones.
I'm done.
Goodnight/Good Morning/Go Away....
-B-
“Just because nobody complains doesn't mean all parachutes are perfect.”
-- Benny Hill
About Me
- -B-
- Cynicism, sarcasm, and Political Incorrectness are my specialty. Or specialties. Whatever, just shut up and read....
Thursday, December 24, 2009
Saturday, December 12, 2009
Searching for the Silver Lining....
DISCLAIMER: This post will be vague on certain things, because certain family oriented stuff is exactly that. It stays in-house. And everything turned out OK in the end, so it's not a big issue anymore anyways.
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As some of you may know, Thanksgiving was an interesting day for me. I say interesting, because although it wasn't any fun as it played out, I don't think it was 100% negative.
First off, before anyone starts getting thoughts of bashing my head in, I will say that there was absolutely nothing positive about what happened. In fact, I wish it hadn't. But... it did.
Anyways, let me get to the point.
Thanksgiving at my folks house has always been an event to enjoy. Mostly it has always been sitting around the table and cracking jokes. And if you know my family, you know once one of us gets on a roll, everyone else feeds off it, and it all becomes a race to see who can pop off the best joke. The joke that makes Dad either tell us to knock it off, or makes him choke on his Kool-Aid from laughing. And it's always been a wonderful time. Mom drags out the fancy plates, and the fancy glasses (that I really don't think were originally intended to serve water or Kool-Aid,) and we actually practice our manners at the table. It's actually one of the few times any of us have sat at that table and asked someone to pass something, instead of just reaching to the other end of the table and taking it.
This year was a little different. While I did enjoy my nephew-guided tour of his Grandpa's barn, stables, chicken coops, barn, tractors, chicken coops, stables, barn, trucks, and tractors(we did several laps, and in no particular order,) the Incident was always on my mind. But it wasn't until a couple weeks later that I finally found the silver lining to that horribly dark cloud.
You see, I finally realized what happened that day. An unfortunate situation arose, and the family banded together. We've always been the kind of family where we all kind of do our own thing. But on that day, it seemed that all the gears aligned. And knowing that, no matter what, when the stuff hits the fan, your family is going to be there...
That's something to be truly thankful for.
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I'm done for tonight, today, whatever....
-B-
"An escalator can never break, it can only become stairs. You should never see an 'ESCALATOR TEMPORARILY OUT OF ORDER' sign, just 'ESCALATOR TEMPORARILY STAIRS--SORRY FOR THE CONVENIENCE.'" -- Mitch Hedberg
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As some of you may know, Thanksgiving was an interesting day for me. I say interesting, because although it wasn't any fun as it played out, I don't think it was 100% negative.
First off, before anyone starts getting thoughts of bashing my head in, I will say that there was absolutely nothing positive about what happened. In fact, I wish it hadn't. But... it did.
Anyways, let me get to the point.
Thanksgiving at my folks house has always been an event to enjoy. Mostly it has always been sitting around the table and cracking jokes. And if you know my family, you know once one of us gets on a roll, everyone else feeds off it, and it all becomes a race to see who can pop off the best joke. The joke that makes Dad either tell us to knock it off, or makes him choke on his Kool-Aid from laughing. And it's always been a wonderful time. Mom drags out the fancy plates, and the fancy glasses (that I really don't think were originally intended to serve water or Kool-Aid,) and we actually practice our manners at the table. It's actually one of the few times any of us have sat at that table and asked someone to pass something, instead of just reaching to the other end of the table and taking it.
This year was a little different. While I did enjoy my nephew-guided tour of his Grandpa's barn, stables, chicken coops, barn, tractors, chicken coops, stables, barn, trucks, and tractors(we did several laps, and in no particular order,) the Incident was always on my mind. But it wasn't until a couple weeks later that I finally found the silver lining to that horribly dark cloud.
You see, I finally realized what happened that day. An unfortunate situation arose, and the family banded together. We've always been the kind of family where we all kind of do our own thing. But on that day, it seemed that all the gears aligned. And knowing that, no matter what, when the stuff hits the fan, your family is going to be there...
That's something to be truly thankful for.
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I'm done for tonight, today, whatever....
-B-
"An escalator can never break, it can only become stairs. You should never see an 'ESCALATOR TEMPORARILY OUT OF ORDER' sign, just 'ESCALATOR TEMPORARILY STAIRS--SORRY FOR THE CONVENIENCE.'" -- Mitch Hedberg
Friday, December 4, 2009
Blue....
Azure, Bleu, Blau, or whatever. Basically, I'm referring to the color blue. Though I do want to mention that the word for light blue in Deutsch(german) is Hellblau. I guess I just thought it was funny because it had hell in it. Anyhow, let's get on with this...
Blue. It's always been a color associated with: cool, calm, relief and safety. And it's also been a sign of royalty, or a connection to royalty. It's the one color that isn't created naturally in anything and has to be produced. In the old days it took a lot of money to generate it, so actually having blue-dyed clothing signified a sort of wealth. Usually only the creme de la creme, or big dogs/royal families, had this money, hence the name Royal Blue.
Nowadays, we can create any color we want. All we have to do is head down to the local Home Depot, and they can mix all kinds of different colors and flavors to exactly what we want. But from what I've seen lately, everything is "Earth Tones"; browns, drab greens, and shades of tan. Like people are thinking: "if my house is brown and earthy, people will think I care about the environment."
Random Tangent Alert!
Then there are people who build their houses to look like Adobe* homes, but are just wood and styrofoam. I hate those people. They see the style as chic, and mimic it poorly. They want the popular look, but with the "regular house" cost. And now there is the style of Faux-dobe, which I feel is an insult to the whole adobe home history. Yes, it was cheaper to build, but the energy costs to maintain it are about the same. And will it last 10-15 generations? No.
Anyhow, back to my original topic. Blue. Cool, comforting, and it instills a sense of calm.
Which is why I'm glad my local Wal-Mart re-stocked it's shelves with the little toilet pucks. Just don't buy the 2000 Flushes ones, because it's a crock, they don't last anywhere near that long.
My toilet water is blue again, and I am happy.
Yes, all of this was written just so I could brag about having blue toilet water. And I'm not ashamed of it. If you have a problem with it, I have a space reserved for your lips, and I think you might know where it is.
Goodnight / Good morning / whatever....
-B-
"Young men want to be faithful, and are not; old men want to be faithless, and cannot.” -- Oscar Wilde
Blue. It's always been a color associated with: cool, calm, relief and safety. And it's also been a sign of royalty, or a connection to royalty. It's the one color that isn't created naturally in anything and has to be produced. In the old days it took a lot of money to generate it, so actually having blue-dyed clothing signified a sort of wealth. Usually only the creme de la creme, or big dogs/royal families, had this money, hence the name Royal Blue.
Nowadays, we can create any color we want. All we have to do is head down to the local Home Depot, and they can mix all kinds of different colors and flavors to exactly what we want. But from what I've seen lately, everything is "Earth Tones"; browns, drab greens, and shades of tan. Like people are thinking: "if my house is brown and earthy, people will think I care about the environment."
Random Tangent Alert!
Then there are people who build their houses to look like Adobe* homes, but are just wood and styrofoam. I hate those people. They see the style as chic, and mimic it poorly. They want the popular look, but with the "regular house" cost. And now there is the style of Faux-dobe, which I feel is an insult to the whole adobe home history. Yes, it was cheaper to build, but the energy costs to maintain it are about the same. And will it last 10-15 generations? No.
Anyhow, back to my original topic. Blue. Cool, comforting, and it instills a sense of calm.
Which is why I'm glad my local Wal-Mart re-stocked it's shelves with the little toilet pucks. Just don't buy the 2000 Flushes ones, because it's a crock, they don't last anywhere near that long.
My toilet water is blue again, and I am happy.
Yes, all of this was written just so I could brag about having blue toilet water. And I'm not ashamed of it. If you have a problem with it, I have a space reserved for your lips, and I think you might know where it is.
Goodnight / Good morning / whatever....
-B-
"Young men want to be faithful, and are not; old men want to be faithless, and cannot.” -- Oscar Wilde
Saturday, November 21, 2009
50 Pieces of Gold.....
DISCLAIMER: This writing, in no way at all, has anything to do with religion. The title may be misleading in that fact, but if you know religion, you'd know it was 30 pieces of silver. Moving on....
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This episode of "The Written Word at It's Lowest Point" is for all you poor saps who work in a corporate setting. I am one of you. And like the majority of you, I don't enjoy it either. I do have a question for you all, and I will get to that shortly. But first, lets do a quick run down on corporate life for those people who may not be in our group, but for some reason are still following along.
The corporate world on a location basis is sort of comprised of 5 groups:
1. Employees: They do it.
2. Supervisors: They guide the people who do it.
3. Managers: They make sure it gets done.
4. Process managers/engineers: They want to find a way to get it done faster and cheaper.
5. The Boss: Can't understand why nothing is getting done.
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Now, when something is actually done right; something that even the people in the handwoven suits that sit on high think is magnificent, credit for it flows in a much altered way. Something like this....
5. Employees: "Hey, we did it!"
4. Supervisors: "We gave them the proper instruction."
3. Managers: "I made sure it was done, and done right."
2. Process dudes: "We figured out how to make it work."
1. The Boss: "I inspired them all with my speeches of how we need to work together."
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Actually, all credit should go to the people who really did it. If I designed and built a metal monument that put the Eiffel Tower to shame, should the dude who taught me to weld deserve credit? No. And as many people in the corporate world know: to do a job right, you listen to all instructions your boss gives you, then do it the right way instead. I feel that leaders should be chosen from within, people who know the work. People who can do it right. Not people who sat behind a desk in school and were told a few good ideas on how it might be done.
The question I wanted to ask is this: If you follow your orders to the letter, and it has a negative effect, who takes the blame? Or, if you screw up, do you accept it and own up to it? Or do you pass it off to someone else? I'd really like to know the answers, so please leave them in the comments.
Here, of course is my obligatory rant on something or other:
Businesses fail left and right because of over-management. Or to put it in an extremely non-PC sense: Too many Chiefs, not enough Indians. Yet, when it all fails, the blame falls squarely on the one little person who was only doing what they were told to do. Which is what the title refers to....
50 pieces of gold can shine brighter than the sun underneath a steaming cow-pie. But all anyone is going to see... is the pile of shit.
I'm done.
Goodnight/Good Morning
Go Away.
-B-
"Of all the things I've lost, I miss my mind the most." -- Ozzy Osbourne
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This episode of "The Written Word at It's Lowest Point" is for all you poor saps who work in a corporate setting. I am one of you. And like the majority of you, I don't enjoy it either. I do have a question for you all, and I will get to that shortly. But first, lets do a quick run down on corporate life for those people who may not be in our group, but for some reason are still following along.
The corporate world on a location basis is sort of comprised of 5 groups:
1. Employees: They do it.
2. Supervisors: They guide the people who do it.
3. Managers: They make sure it gets done.
4. Process managers/engineers: They want to find a way to get it done faster and cheaper.
5. The Boss: Can't understand why nothing is getting done.
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Now, when something is actually done right; something that even the people in the handwoven suits that sit on high think is magnificent, credit for it flows in a much altered way. Something like this....
5. Employees: "Hey, we did it!"
4. Supervisors: "We gave them the proper instruction."
3. Managers: "I made sure it was done, and done right."
2. Process dudes: "We figured out how to make it work."
1. The Boss: "I inspired them all with my speeches of how we need to work together."
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Actually, all credit should go to the people who really did it. If I designed and built a metal monument that put the Eiffel Tower to shame, should the dude who taught me to weld deserve credit? No. And as many people in the corporate world know: to do a job right, you listen to all instructions your boss gives you, then do it the right way instead. I feel that leaders should be chosen from within, people who know the work. People who can do it right. Not people who sat behind a desk in school and were told a few good ideas on how it might be done.
The question I wanted to ask is this: If you follow your orders to the letter, and it has a negative effect, who takes the blame? Or, if you screw up, do you accept it and own up to it? Or do you pass it off to someone else? I'd really like to know the answers, so please leave them in the comments.
Here, of course is my obligatory rant on something or other:
Businesses fail left and right because of over-management. Or to put it in an extremely non-PC sense: Too many Chiefs, not enough Indians. Yet, when it all fails, the blame falls squarely on the one little person who was only doing what they were told to do. Which is what the title refers to....
50 pieces of gold can shine brighter than the sun underneath a steaming cow-pie. But all anyone is going to see... is the pile of shit.
I'm done.
Goodnight/Good Morning
Go Away.
-B-
"Of all the things I've lost, I miss my mind the most." -- Ozzy Osbourne
Monday, November 16, 2009
Bloodshed....
Obviously by the title you know what I plan to talk about. But I would like to make the whole thing into a question of sorts. Or a series of questions to be more exact.
First off, why do people fight? We fight for what we think is right. Simple enough? No, it isn't. We fight for what we think is right. Not what may be right. Mostly we fight to support what we have been taught is right. There are billions of people in this world, so I feel it's safe to assume that there are at least a few million different opinions on what is "Right."
For example: I was raised in a religion most people discredit. And I do disagree with some of the things that go on within it. But there are a lot of things I really do like about it. Either way, I'm not going to bash it because of my personal feelings. They have every right to believe whatever they want. Most of the people on this rock we call Earth were raised in some religion or other, and they have every right to believe whatever they choose. As long as it doesn't hurt anyone else. Yet, some think that it is right to kill anyone who thinks differently. I don't buy that. I think some dude way back in the old days interpreted stuff in his own way, and started preaching that you needed to wipe the enemy out to prove your devotion. I can't imagine that there would be a God that wanted his little creations to kill each other. If this was true, I assume a conversation at the Pearly Gates would go something like this:
Dead dude: "Hey, What up?"
Gatekeeper: "Not much playa, what you in for?"
Dead dude: "Suicide bombing"
Gatekeeper: "So, you killed a hell of a lot of Gods children, people who were doing nothing but waiting for the bus or buying a newspaper, and you're proud of it? Good job Homie, come on in. Your crop of virgins for you to de-flower and defile are right over there."
Yeah, I don't buy it. Any god that is what people call "All-loving and All-forgiving" wouldn't do that shit.
Anyways, I'm done with religion, and moving on.
We also do it for survival. Some people twist that logic and think it's to prove dominance. Yes, that is is true sometimes, but as anyone who has watched Nature shows on PBS knows that in the natural world proving one's dominance only comes when one is challenged. But some people feel they need to broadcast it to the world. Why? To try to prove your superiority over someone? To prove you are better? It usually only proves the opposite. I understand sometimes it is in retaliation. In which case I do believe it is necessary to try to show the one attempting to prove his awesomeness that he is wrong. People always want to fight over the littlest, pettiest stuff. I can understand wanting to mess a dude up for sleeping with your girlfriend, but starting stuff because a guy wouldn't loan you a lighter or give a cigarette? Or because he looked at you weird? Seriously, people have been shot to death for just looking at someone wrong. Why risk it?
To wind it all up and make my point: Nobody, and I mean nobody is right all of the time. You may think so, because you were told that you were. But it's all based on beliefs. And everyone believes differently.
Basically, all I have to say is, don't expect people to believe what you do just because you try to explain it to them, and don't hate them if they disagree.
And on a different note, don't run your mouth and make threats to people you don't know, because you have no idea what they can do to you. Just keep your mouth shut, and go about your daily life. It isn't worth getting your ass kicked and going to jail because you started shit with someone who didn't want to give you a lighter or a cigarette. Though, I will admit, watching that happen, was kinda fun. It made my day.
Last Thought: Get over it people. We're all in this survival game together. Quit killing people on your own team. And quit getting uppity with someone who doesn't want to give your worthless ass a handout. Have pride in your life. Work for what you want. And never, ever beg for anything.
I'm Done
Goodnight/ Good Morning
Go Away
-B-
Quote: "Dude, just go home. You don't need to get hurt tonight."
-Anonymous
First off, why do people fight? We fight for what we think is right. Simple enough? No, it isn't. We fight for what we think is right. Not what may be right. Mostly we fight to support what we have been taught is right. There are billions of people in this world, so I feel it's safe to assume that there are at least a few million different opinions on what is "Right."
For example: I was raised in a religion most people discredit. And I do disagree with some of the things that go on within it. But there are a lot of things I really do like about it. Either way, I'm not going to bash it because of my personal feelings. They have every right to believe whatever they want. Most of the people on this rock we call Earth were raised in some religion or other, and they have every right to believe whatever they choose. As long as it doesn't hurt anyone else. Yet, some think that it is right to kill anyone who thinks differently. I don't buy that. I think some dude way back in the old days interpreted stuff in his own way, and started preaching that you needed to wipe the enemy out to prove your devotion. I can't imagine that there would be a God that wanted his little creations to kill each other. If this was true, I assume a conversation at the Pearly Gates would go something like this:
Dead dude: "Hey, What up?"
Gatekeeper: "Not much playa, what you in for?"
Dead dude: "Suicide bombing"
Gatekeeper: "So, you killed a hell of a lot of Gods children, people who were doing nothing but waiting for the bus or buying a newspaper, and you're proud of it? Good job Homie, come on in. Your crop of virgins for you to de-flower and defile are right over there."
Yeah, I don't buy it. Any god that is what people call "All-loving and All-forgiving" wouldn't do that shit.
Anyways, I'm done with religion, and moving on.
We also do it for survival. Some people twist that logic and think it's to prove dominance. Yes, that is is true sometimes, but as anyone who has watched Nature shows on PBS knows that in the natural world proving one's dominance only comes when one is challenged. But some people feel they need to broadcast it to the world. Why? To try to prove your superiority over someone? To prove you are better? It usually only proves the opposite. I understand sometimes it is in retaliation. In which case I do believe it is necessary to try to show the one attempting to prove his awesomeness that he is wrong. People always want to fight over the littlest, pettiest stuff. I can understand wanting to mess a dude up for sleeping with your girlfriend, but starting stuff because a guy wouldn't loan you a lighter or give a cigarette? Or because he looked at you weird? Seriously, people have been shot to death for just looking at someone wrong. Why risk it?
To wind it all up and make my point: Nobody, and I mean nobody is right all of the time. You may think so, because you were told that you were. But it's all based on beliefs. And everyone believes differently.
Basically, all I have to say is, don't expect people to believe what you do just because you try to explain it to them, and don't hate them if they disagree.
And on a different note, don't run your mouth and make threats to people you don't know, because you have no idea what they can do to you. Just keep your mouth shut, and go about your daily life. It isn't worth getting your ass kicked and going to jail because you started shit with someone who didn't want to give you a lighter or a cigarette. Though, I will admit, watching that happen, was kinda fun. It made my day.
Last Thought: Get over it people. We're all in this survival game together. Quit killing people on your own team. And quit getting uppity with someone who doesn't want to give your worthless ass a handout. Have pride in your life. Work for what you want. And never, ever beg for anything.
I'm Done
Goodnight/ Good Morning
Go Away
-B-
Quote: "Dude, just go home. You don't need to get hurt tonight."
-Anonymous
Monday, November 9, 2009
The Heavily Trodden Path....
I know I've been down this road more times than even I want to think about. But, once again I'm going to try to open some minds. And where, you might ask, are the most closed minded people found? In the world of religion of course. I'm going to try to keep this short and sweet, because at the end, I have a bit of awesomeness that I found that sums it all up better than I ever could. You might be thinking "Why even bother writing anything, just post it, man." Because I can. And I will. And if you know me, you know I have a hard time not putting my two cents in about anything. And usually, my two cents ends being about $1.50.
Anyhow, I've always thought the greatest quote that religious people should hear was in the movie Dogma. It goes a little something like this: God doesn't care how you believe, as long as you do believe.
I couldn't find the exact quote on the Unholy Internet, but that's mostly because I'm impatient. That is how I remember it being said, and even if I'm miles away from what it really was, that sentence still makes a great point. So many religions out there believe that there is only one true god. Why can't people accept that all those one true Gods might be the same dude, or chick. If it's true that they are all one in the same, then just pray to and worship them however you see fit, and then let others do it however they want. At the very least, quit arguing, fighting, and killing folks who do it differently.
I just going to say one more thing; If your God is telling you to kill/murder your fellow human beings, then obviously He's a bad dude. Pretty much every religion claims God as our "Father" and all the people are his kids. But, you say He wants you to go around slaughtering his other kids.
Maybe this is why I'm not religious. It's all way to friggin confusing to me. All the different rules, secret rituals, laws and ordinances, etc, etc. You can believe the story your chosen religion lays down, but if you don't practice the ways of worship and life your life the way they say, they'll kick your ass out. Kinda discredits the theory of an all loving, all forgiving God in my opinion.
I try to keep my devotions simple. I love Chevrolets and Football. A Chevy truck wont quit working for me because I've owned a Ford, and I'll never get kicked out of a football game because I used to play baseball.
I guess I managed to screw up the short and sweet idea, but I don't really care. If you've managed to tough it out and get to this point, the aforementioned awesomeness is below:
I couldn't have said better if I tried.
I'm done for now,
Goodnight/Good Morning
Go Away.
-B-
“I know that you believe you understand what you think I said, but I'm not sure you realize that what you heard is not what I meant.”
--Robert McCloskey
Anyhow, I've always thought the greatest quote that religious people should hear was in the movie Dogma. It goes a little something like this: God doesn't care how you believe, as long as you do believe.
I couldn't find the exact quote on the Unholy Internet, but that's mostly because I'm impatient. That is how I remember it being said, and even if I'm miles away from what it really was, that sentence still makes a great point. So many religions out there believe that there is only one true god. Why can't people accept that all those one true Gods might be the same dude, or chick. If it's true that they are all one in the same, then just pray to and worship them however you see fit, and then let others do it however they want. At the very least, quit arguing, fighting, and killing folks who do it differently.
I just going to say one more thing; If your God is telling you to kill/murder your fellow human beings, then obviously He's a bad dude. Pretty much every religion claims God as our "Father" and all the people are his kids. But, you say He wants you to go around slaughtering his other kids.
Maybe this is why I'm not religious. It's all way to friggin confusing to me. All the different rules, secret rituals, laws and ordinances, etc, etc. You can believe the story your chosen religion lays down, but if you don't practice the ways of worship and life your life the way they say, they'll kick your ass out. Kinda discredits the theory of an all loving, all forgiving God in my opinion.
I try to keep my devotions simple. I love Chevrolets and Football. A Chevy truck wont quit working for me because I've owned a Ford, and I'll never get kicked out of a football game because I used to play baseball.
I guess I managed to screw up the short and sweet idea, but I don't really care. If you've managed to tough it out and get to this point, the aforementioned awesomeness is below:
I couldn't have said better if I tried.
I'm done for now,
Goodnight/Good Morning
Go Away.
-B-
“I know that you believe you understand what you think I said, but I'm not sure you realize that what you heard is not what I meant.”
--Robert McCloskey
Saturday, November 7, 2009
The Sky Is Falling....
I received an email earlier, and although it seems like random paranoia, I figured I'd post it here, along with my response....
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The following advice, given by Dr. Oz, makes a lot of sense and is important for all to know:
The only portals of entry are the nostrils and mouth/throat. In a global epidemic of this nature, it's almost impossible to avoid coming into contact with H1N1 in spite of all precautions. Contact with H1N1 is not so much of a problem as proliferation is.
While you are still healthy and not showing any symptoms of H1N1 infection, in order to prevent proliferation, aggravation of symptoms and development of secondary infections, some very simple steps, not fully highlighted in most official communications, can be practiced (instead of focusing on how to stock N95 or Tamiflu):
1. Frequent hand-washing (well highlighted in all official communications).
2. "Hands-off-the-face" approach. Resist all temptations to touch any part of face (unless you want to eat or bathe.)
3. *Gargle twice a day with warm salt water (use Listerine or Hydrogen Peroxide if you don't trust salt). *H1N1 takes 2-3 days after initial infection in the throat/ nasal cavity to proliferate and show characteristic symptoms. Simple gargling prevents proliferation. In a way, gargling with salt water has the same effect on a healthy individual that Tamiflu has on an infected one. Don't underestimate this simple, inexpensive and powerful preventative method.
4. Similar to 3 above, *clean your nostrils at least once every day with warm salt water, or hydrogen peroxide. *Not everybody may be good at Jala Neti or Sutra Neti (very good Yoga asanas to clean nasal cavities), but *blowing the nose softly once a day and swabbing both nostrils with cotton buds dipped in warm salt water is very effective in bringing down viral population.*
5. *Boost your natural immunity with foods that are rich in Vitamin C (Amla and other citrus fruits). *If you have to supplement with Vitamin C tablets, make sure that it also has Zinc to boost absorption.
6. *Drink as much of warm liquids (tea, coffee, etc) as you can. *Drinking warm liquids has the same effect as gargling, but in the reverse direction. They wash off proliferating viruses from the throat into the stomach where they cannot survive, proliferate or do any harm.
Pass this on to your entire e-list. You never know who might pay attention to it - and STAY ALIVE because of it.
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My initial response was this....
"Is this serious? As in, do people really expect others to do this crap?
So, I'm not allowed to touch my face, unless I'm eating or bathing. Ok, I get that that. But it never states whether or not other people can touch my face.
And then I'm supposed to gargle and snort salt-water? Not going to happen.
Wouldn't just "avoiding people who are sick and exhibiting symptoms" be a lot easier?"
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Granted, I will admit, the Swine Flu is a virus unlike anything we've seen in ... the last 20-30 yrs. They had the Swine flu in the 70's too. And even before that. Before you get all defensive and say that it's mutated, and changed; I know that it has. So has the common cold virus. So has every other virus known to man. Why is it that suddenly Hand Sanitizer stuff is selling like crazy, and why are people freaking out about hygiene? It's Flu season, shouldn't this be expected? No. Because even though the Flu has killed millions of people over the years, it has been accepted as a commonplace thing. I mean, c'mon, it's called Flu season for a reason. It has become a routine aspect in daily life. "Hey, it's flu season, get your shot, see you next year."
It tends to take a while for people to realize that stuff will evolve and advance itself. For instance, look at some of the stuff out there: AIDS, still not defeated, Herpes, they've been fighting that one for years, still nothing. What a lot of people don't think about is that a virus is a life form, and it will fight to stay alive just as much as you or I would. So you have to wipe it out completely to be successful. Of course, if you did wipe it out completely, Greenpeace would have to sue you. And if they didn't then that would mean their philosophy about protecting all natural life is flawed.
But enough with all the BS, just live life as it comes to you. Protect yourself as best best you can but still live life to the fullest. Try not to let the paranoia drag you down. Imagine your first day at school as a kid, you didn't know anyone there, didn't know what was going to happen, and were scared as hell.
Well, you handled the same fears when you were 5-6 yrs old, why cant you do it now?
But, in my opinion, if you find yourself snorting salt-water, you need help.
I'm done.
Goodnight / Good Morning
Go Away
-B-
Quote:
"Whenever people agree with me I always feel I must be wrong."
--Oscar Wilde
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The following advice, given by Dr. Oz, makes a lot of sense and is important for all to know:
The only portals of entry are the nostrils and mouth/throat. In a global epidemic of this nature, it's almost impossible to avoid coming into contact with H1N1 in spite of all precautions. Contact with H1N1 is not so much of a problem as proliferation is.
While you are still healthy and not showing any symptoms of H1N1 infection, in order to prevent proliferation, aggravation of symptoms and development of secondary infections, some very simple steps, not fully highlighted in most official communications, can be practiced (instead of focusing on how to stock N95 or Tamiflu):
1. Frequent hand-washing (well highlighted in all official communications).
2. "Hands-off-the-face" approach. Resist all temptations to touch any part of face (unless you want to eat or bathe.)
3. *Gargle twice a day with warm salt water (use Listerine or Hydrogen Peroxide if you don't trust salt). *H1N1 takes 2-3 days after initial infection in the throat/ nasal cavity to proliferate and show characteristic symptoms. Simple gargling prevents proliferation. In a way, gargling with salt water has the same effect on a healthy individual that Tamiflu has on an infected one. Don't underestimate this simple, inexpensive and powerful preventative method.
4. Similar to 3 above, *clean your nostrils at least once every day with warm salt water, or hydrogen peroxide. *Not everybody may be good at Jala Neti or Sutra Neti (very good Yoga asanas to clean nasal cavities), but *blowing the nose softly once a day and swabbing both nostrils with cotton buds dipped in warm salt water is very effective in bringing down viral population.*
5. *Boost your natural immunity with foods that are rich in Vitamin C (Amla and other citrus fruits). *If you have to supplement with Vitamin C tablets, make sure that it also has Zinc to boost absorption.
6. *Drink as much of warm liquids (tea, coffee, etc) as you can. *Drinking warm liquids has the same effect as gargling, but in the reverse direction. They wash off proliferating viruses from the throat into the stomach where they cannot survive, proliferate or do any harm.
Pass this on to your entire e-list. You never know who might pay attention to it - and STAY ALIVE because of it.
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My initial response was this....
"Is this serious? As in, do people really expect others to do this crap?
So, I'm not allowed to touch my face, unless I'm eating or bathing. Ok, I get that that. But it never states whether or not other people can touch my face.
And then I'm supposed to gargle and snort salt-water? Not going to happen.
Wouldn't just "avoiding people who are sick and exhibiting symptoms" be a lot easier?"
--------------
Granted, I will admit, the Swine Flu is a virus unlike anything we've seen in ... the last 20-30 yrs. They had the Swine flu in the 70's too. And even before that. Before you get all defensive and say that it's mutated, and changed; I know that it has. So has the common cold virus. So has every other virus known to man. Why is it that suddenly Hand Sanitizer stuff is selling like crazy, and why are people freaking out about hygiene? It's Flu season, shouldn't this be expected? No. Because even though the Flu has killed millions of people over the years, it has been accepted as a commonplace thing. I mean, c'mon, it's called Flu season for a reason. It has become a routine aspect in daily life. "Hey, it's flu season, get your shot, see you next year."
It tends to take a while for people to realize that stuff will evolve and advance itself. For instance, look at some of the stuff out there: AIDS, still not defeated, Herpes, they've been fighting that one for years, still nothing. What a lot of people don't think about is that a virus is a life form, and it will fight to stay alive just as much as you or I would. So you have to wipe it out completely to be successful. Of course, if you did wipe it out completely, Greenpeace would have to sue you. And if they didn't then that would mean their philosophy about protecting all natural life is flawed.
But enough with all the BS, just live life as it comes to you. Protect yourself as best best you can but still live life to the fullest. Try not to let the paranoia drag you down. Imagine your first day at school as a kid, you didn't know anyone there, didn't know what was going to happen, and were scared as hell.
Well, you handled the same fears when you were 5-6 yrs old, why cant you do it now?
But, in my opinion, if you find yourself snorting salt-water, you need help.
I'm done.
Goodnight / Good Morning
Go Away
-B-
Quote:
"Whenever people agree with me I always feel I must be wrong."
--Oscar Wilde
Friday, October 30, 2009
What Have We Become?
Here we are, at what many people call the highest point in intellect, and civilization that humankind has ever reached. They say that we are more understanding, compassionate, forgiving, and charitable than we've ever been. Mankind has achieved more in the last 50 yrs, than the 200 yrs prior to that. We're taller, we live longer, and we're better looking than we've ever been.
Other than the scientifically proven points(taller, older, scientific/technological advancements), and the better looking thingy(we all know that's true), Well I'm not so sure I agree.
Actually, my opinion on the rest of that stuff is that we all need to form a caravan to the nearest Home Depot, 'cause we're gonna need bigger shovels. Yes, it's a load of pure, Grade-A, 5-star B.S. We are waist deep in it, and it's rising.
We are living in a world that isn't based on any of those virtues listed above. Quite the opposite, as it's quickly centering itself around the simple concept of detachment. Cell phone plans with low minutes and high data transfer rates are becoming the norm. People would rather type at you, than talk to you. I mean, c'mon people, MySpace and Facebook have become verbs. I hear people say "I Facebooked you last night." When I was younger that basically meant you beat them across the mouth with an Encyclopedia.
And what's worse than just the email/texting craze that is going around, is the fact that dark side of the phone system is keeping pace with it. What used to cost you $3.99 a minute on the phone, is now free o' charge. The term for it is Sexting. It's basically when dudes or chicks send dirty pics or self made videos of themselves to their main squeeze(or to whom they want to be their main squeeze anyways.) The sad part is that the majority of the people doing this sort of thing are between 15 and 17 yrs old. Wait, I misspoke, the real sad part is when I read an article about this sort of thing and a parent of one of these kids starts rationalizing their behavior. "He/she is just acting out, it's normal" or "He/she is just trying to express themselves in the only way kids these days know how to." If that's the only way your kid knows how to express themselves, consider yourself a failure as a parent. And if you think a teenage kid sending people pictures of their junk is, in any possible way, a normal way to behave... Well they should be taken away from you. Last thought on this: I love all the parents who see pics of their kids in their underthings, or in their nothings and say crap like "My kid would never do that, someone must've set them up." Sure... your daughter, just short of naked, in the mirror, holding the camera in her hand... was set up. Right. And I'm going to win the Nobel Peace Prize because I'm planning to try to make some changes in the world. Wait...What? That actually happened? Crap. CUT, REWIND, EDIT, TAKE 2...
Basically what I'm trying to pass along is this: This isn't a pretty world we live in. Yes, we are making leaps and bounds in the technological field, and we're learning more and more about our history every day. Basically anything based around tangible objects, and mental advancement is progressing in the right direction. And that is good. Anything that can make life easier, or educational can only advance society in a positive way. As long as it's used properly.
On the other hand, Mankind may be making great strides, but society is stumbling. Maybe "stumbling" is the wrong word, more like "already shot itself in both legs, plus one arm, and is dragging itself the wrong way on the hillside by the last remaining fingertips. It's going down. If you've been paying attention to the news, you know where I'm coming from. If not I offer up these links so that you may understand where I'm coming from....
(pay attention as to why the dude did it)
(just wrong in every sense of the word)
("A couple of them last night were laughing about it...")
(Written by one of my favorite writers, it's long, but it's relevant.)
Worst Ever
The last one is the most important one that I want anyone to read. Anyone who says life is fair, or easy, ought to walk a mile or two in this girl's shoes. Jesus, Muhammad, Yahweh, Buddha, Krishna, and all the other Gods that may exist should drop their problems for a moment and think of this girl. And all the other girls that go through similar situations. A situation like this, though not nearly as brutal happened right here in the Valley of the Sun just a couple months back. I read things like this on news websites way too often. And unfortunately, it's usually only just one or two links away from something that is trying to promote happiness and "how to clean your house in 30 minutes or less."
This is a huge problem. And it can only be remedied by parents. Parents need make a concentrated effort to instill principles, and the long lost art of RESPECT into their children. They need to be a mentor, and a source of instruction to these kids. And not worry so much about needing their kids to "like them." I didn't like my parents when I was growing up. Dad was the disciplinarian, and mom always told him everything I did wrong. Well, maybe not everything, but enough. It was enough for me to not like them at the time, but now, now I praise them. But mostly, I wish for society's sake, that there would've been more of them to go around.
I need to get some sleep so I'm done...
Goodnight/Good morning
Go Away.
-B-
Quote for the day:
"Don't go around saying the world owes you a living; the world owes you nothing; it was here first." -- Samuel Langhorne Clemens (Mark Twain)
Other than the scientifically proven points(taller, older, scientific/technological advancements), and the better looking thingy(we all know that's true), Well I'm not so sure I agree.
Actually, my opinion on the rest of that stuff is that we all need to form a caravan to the nearest Home Depot, 'cause we're gonna need bigger shovels. Yes, it's a load of pure, Grade-A, 5-star B.S. We are waist deep in it, and it's rising.
We are living in a world that isn't based on any of those virtues listed above. Quite the opposite, as it's quickly centering itself around the simple concept of detachment. Cell phone plans with low minutes and high data transfer rates are becoming the norm. People would rather type at you, than talk to you. I mean, c'mon people, MySpace and Facebook have become verbs. I hear people say "I Facebooked you last night." When I was younger that basically meant you beat them across the mouth with an Encyclopedia.
And what's worse than just the email/texting craze that is going around, is the fact that dark side of the phone system is keeping pace with it. What used to cost you $3.99 a minute on the phone, is now free o' charge. The term for it is Sexting. It's basically when dudes or chicks send dirty pics or self made videos of themselves to their main squeeze(or to whom they want to be their main squeeze anyways.) The sad part is that the majority of the people doing this sort of thing are between 15 and 17 yrs old. Wait, I misspoke, the real sad part is when I read an article about this sort of thing and a parent of one of these kids starts rationalizing their behavior. "He/she is just acting out, it's normal" or "He/she is just trying to express themselves in the only way kids these days know how to." If that's the only way your kid knows how to express themselves, consider yourself a failure as a parent. And if you think a teenage kid sending people pictures of their junk is, in any possible way, a normal way to behave... Well they should be taken away from you. Last thought on this: I love all the parents who see pics of their kids in their underthings, or in their nothings and say crap like "My kid would never do that, someone must've set them up." Sure... your daughter, just short of naked, in the mirror, holding the camera in her hand... was set up. Right. And I'm going to win the Nobel Peace Prize because I'm planning to try to make some changes in the world. Wait...What? That actually happened? Crap. CUT, REWIND, EDIT, TAKE 2...
Basically what I'm trying to pass along is this: This isn't a pretty world we live in. Yes, we are making leaps and bounds in the technological field, and we're learning more and more about our history every day. Basically anything based around tangible objects, and mental advancement is progressing in the right direction. And that is good. Anything that can make life easier, or educational can only advance society in a positive way. As long as it's used properly.
On the other hand, Mankind may be making great strides, but society is stumbling. Maybe "stumbling" is the wrong word, more like "already shot itself in both legs, plus one arm, and is dragging itself the wrong way on the hillside by the last remaining fingertips. It's going down. If you've been paying attention to the news, you know where I'm coming from. If not I offer up these links so that you may understand where I'm coming from....
(pay attention as to why the dude did it)
(just wrong in every sense of the word)
("A couple of them last night were laughing about it...")
(Written by one of my favorite writers, it's long, but it's relevant.)
Worst Ever
The last one is the most important one that I want anyone to read. Anyone who says life is fair, or easy, ought to walk a mile or two in this girl's shoes. Jesus, Muhammad, Yahweh, Buddha, Krishna, and all the other Gods that may exist should drop their problems for a moment and think of this girl. And all the other girls that go through similar situations. A situation like this, though not nearly as brutal happened right here in the Valley of the Sun just a couple months back. I read things like this on news websites way too often. And unfortunately, it's usually only just one or two links away from something that is trying to promote happiness and "how to clean your house in 30 minutes or less."
This is a huge problem. And it can only be remedied by parents. Parents need make a concentrated effort to instill principles, and the long lost art of RESPECT into their children. They need to be a mentor, and a source of instruction to these kids. And not worry so much about needing their kids to "like them." I didn't like my parents when I was growing up. Dad was the disciplinarian, and mom always told him everything I did wrong. Well, maybe not everything, but enough. It was enough for me to not like them at the time, but now, now I praise them. But mostly, I wish for society's sake, that there would've been more of them to go around.
I need to get some sleep so I'm done...
Goodnight/Good morning
Go Away.
-B-
Quote for the day:
"Don't go around saying the world owes you a living; the world owes you nothing; it was here first." -- Samuel Langhorne Clemens (Mark Twain)
Monday, October 26, 2009
The Times, They Are a-Changin'
First off, I must apologize for the titular ripoff of the song by the great Mr. Dylan. But the words just seemed right for what I intend to pass along to the one or two people that read this.
I'm not going to get into any type of deep explanation of how the world is different from my childhood, or how it's even wildly different from just last year.
I'm going to go a completely different route with this one. I'm going to post multiple videos below that put some form of chronological order to how my musical tastes have evolved. But it goes beyond music. All of our thoughts and feelings on certain issues change over time. It's human nature. You adapt. You Evolve. You move on...
The first type of music I really got into was the what is considered "the oldies." After that it shot out in several different directions.
I'm done preaching. Here's a somewhat accurate order of musical forms that I've dug into in my life:
The old stuff:
The 80's:
Alternate version of the one above... (Does anyone besides me know this movie?)
The 90's
billy idol - cradle of love
kayla | MySpace Video
The '00's
Len Steal My Sunshine
jc [BLUEDEViL 4E] ™ | MySpace Video
Skip the next two if you don't like the loud angry stuff...
Since we are still in the '00s, I guess you could you could consider these next few as an extended chapter of sorts. I've slowly reverted back to listening to the older stuff over time. I still listen to the newer stuff from time to time, but the radio in my truck is always on the oldies stations.
Some of the stuff I've picked up lately.....
And that's all for now.
Goodnight/good morning....
-B-
Quote for the day:
"The man who smiles when things go wrong has thought of someone to blame it on." - Robert Bloch
I'm not going to get into any type of deep explanation of how the world is different from my childhood, or how it's even wildly different from just last year.
I'm going to go a completely different route with this one. I'm going to post multiple videos below that put some form of chronological order to how my musical tastes have evolved. But it goes beyond music. All of our thoughts and feelings on certain issues change over time. It's human nature. You adapt. You Evolve. You move on...
The first type of music I really got into was the what is considered "the oldies." After that it shot out in several different directions.
I'm done preaching. Here's a somewhat accurate order of musical forms that I've dug into in my life:
The old stuff:
The 80's:
Alternate version of the one above... (Does anyone besides me know this movie?)
The 90's
billy idol - cradle of love
kayla | MySpace Video
The '00's
Len Steal My Sunshine
jc [BLUEDEViL 4E] ™ | MySpace Video
Skip the next two if you don't like the loud angry stuff...
Since we are still in the '00s, I guess you could you could consider these next few as an extended chapter of sorts. I've slowly reverted back to listening to the older stuff over time. I still listen to the newer stuff from time to time, but the radio in my truck is always on the oldies stations.
Some of the stuff I've picked up lately.....
And that's all for now.
Goodnight/good morning....
-B-
Quote for the day:
"The man who smiles when things go wrong has thought of someone to blame it on." - Robert Bloch
Thursday, October 15, 2009
Savings? We Don't Need No Stinking Savings.....
Contrary to the popular way of life, (which has added more than it's fair share to the economic hardships we are all facing,) I don't feel that I'm one who lives "beyond their means." Or more simply put, someone who believes that as long as I have a thin piece of plastic, I have money. I'm more of the type of person who runs full sprint towards that chasm that is slightly beyond my financial capabilities, and skids to a stop right at the edge, balancing myself ever so precariously. Never quite falling into that horrendous pit of intentional debt, but yet never having an extra dime to cover any emergency needs. I guess you could say I live exactly within my means. It's not pretty, and I'm not saying I enjoy it. In fact it's gotten to the point where I have so much "stuff" that I'm quickly running out space. Let's see, a quick list includes: a TV for almost every room (only the bathrooms go without), multiple dvd players, multiple game consoles (handheld and regular size), 200+ cd's, probably around 100 dvds, 2 PC's, surround sound system, a militia's worth of firearms(to keep my bounty safe) etc. etc....
It's gotten to the point where I've finally started to realize I need to save some money. I'm getting older and just slightly wiser, I think. So lately, when I buy useless stuff, I try to find it on sale. I figured this would help me cure my habit of impulse spending. You know, the whole "it's just as good, but it cost half the price" mentality. Unfortunately, one DVD may have derailed that whole train of thought. One of the best movies ever made in my opinion, and I found it for $5. Well, to be honest, my roomie saw it first and pointed it out to me. Either way, I (he) found "McLintock!" (starring John Wayne) for 5 freaking dollars. On DVD, no less. Now, I have to say, the cover didn't look right because it had a much, much younger Mr. Wayne, and a picture of a hispanic looking young woman looking over her shoulder in a longing fashion. Neither of which is anywhere in the movie. But I figured; "C'mon, it's Wal-Mart. One of the largest Christian-oriented businesses in the whole world. They're not going to sell crap in an effort to rip me off." Well, paint me whatever color represents "stupid" the most. I popped this disc in and immediately learned the error of my ways. It had the image quality of a VHS tape from the mid 80's. And to make matters worse, at random cuts in the film, it got even worse. For 5 minutes you'd watch 80's VHS, then for a minute or so you'd watch video that looked like someone had their 80's style camcorder pointed at the TV and recording it. Then back to crappy 80's VHS. And not only did the image change, the sound went with it. Now, I do understand that I only paid $5 for it. But, I also only paid $5 for "Paint Your Wagon," and it's quality is great( it's not HD, but still, it's good enough). I want to take the ridiculously sub-par disc back, but I seriously doubt they'd give me the $20 that I would demand. Yes, I do feel that my suffering through the whole thing is worth $15.
Anyways, back to my original point.... I know it's not a wise way to live. Spending every last dime is no way to ever get ahead. I understand that there is the possibility that I may no longer have a job, and finding another may be difficult. Having money stashed would certainly help if that were to happen. But, the way I see it, I have all kinds of ways to distract my mind from the harshness of life, a myriad of things to entertain myself with. Anytime I get stressed with the world around me, I have video games, books, music, or horrible $5 movies to fall back on.
Besides, if the time ever comes that I don't have a job; I have enough junk to barter with the Pawn Man for months.....
I'm done for now....
Goodnight / Good Morning
Tell Your Friends...
-B-
It's gotten to the point where I've finally started to realize I need to save some money. I'm getting older and just slightly wiser, I think. So lately, when I buy useless stuff, I try to find it on sale. I figured this would help me cure my habit of impulse spending. You know, the whole "it's just as good, but it cost half the price" mentality. Unfortunately, one DVD may have derailed that whole train of thought. One of the best movies ever made in my opinion, and I found it for $5. Well, to be honest, my roomie saw it first and pointed it out to me. Either way, I (he) found "McLintock!" (starring John Wayne) for 5 freaking dollars. On DVD, no less. Now, I have to say, the cover didn't look right because it had a much, much younger Mr. Wayne, and a picture of a hispanic looking young woman looking over her shoulder in a longing fashion. Neither of which is anywhere in the movie. But I figured; "C'mon, it's Wal-Mart. One of the largest Christian-oriented businesses in the whole world. They're not going to sell crap in an effort to rip me off." Well, paint me whatever color represents "stupid" the most. I popped this disc in and immediately learned the error of my ways. It had the image quality of a VHS tape from the mid 80's. And to make matters worse, at random cuts in the film, it got even worse. For 5 minutes you'd watch 80's VHS, then for a minute or so you'd watch video that looked like someone had their 80's style camcorder pointed at the TV and recording it. Then back to crappy 80's VHS. And not only did the image change, the sound went with it. Now, I do understand that I only paid $5 for it. But, I also only paid $5 for "Paint Your Wagon," and it's quality is great( it's not HD, but still, it's good enough). I want to take the ridiculously sub-par disc back, but I seriously doubt they'd give me the $20 that I would demand. Yes, I do feel that my suffering through the whole thing is worth $15.
Anyways, back to my original point.... I know it's not a wise way to live. Spending every last dime is no way to ever get ahead. I understand that there is the possibility that I may no longer have a job, and finding another may be difficult. Having money stashed would certainly help if that were to happen. But, the way I see it, I have all kinds of ways to distract my mind from the harshness of life, a myriad of things to entertain myself with. Anytime I get stressed with the world around me, I have video games, books, music, or horrible $5 movies to fall back on.
Besides, if the time ever comes that I don't have a job; I have enough junk to barter with the Pawn Man for months.....
I'm done for now....
Goodnight / Good Morning
Tell Your Friends...
-B-
Monday, October 12, 2009
Pointing Fingers Is Fun.....
I can't help myself. One more, and then I'm done..... (if you're looking for the one I was bragging about earlier you can find it below this. Read that one first, then scroll back up here.)
Way back in January 2009, I decided to check out this phenomenon called "blogspot" now known as blogger.com. Well, I chose to just repost the first blog I ever attempted from back in January of 2006. I wasn't attempting any type of literary dynamic, just posting my thoughts and /or feelings at the time. Well, when I re-posted it on here, I actually got a response. And that one response was like throwing a hand grenade at a snow-covered mountain, or pissing off a volcano god, only bad things will result from it. And the bad things will just flow for ever and ever. Which is why we have this avalanche / lava flow of mediocre and sometime downright awful writing that keeps spilling from my finger tips.
Here is the "Root of all evil" as I like to call it:
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GO SEAHAWKS!
Seattle won their first playoff game in 21 years. Successfully ending the longest playoff drought in the entire NFL. There probably isn't anyone reading this who really cares. but i do. that is all. Peace out yo.
(This was originally posted back in Jan of 2006)
1 comment:
Skeeter said... "you need to post more!!!
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So, basically, we could blame all of your intellectual suffering that was caused by my writing on her. But I don't. I actually want to thank her. Knowing someone was interested in what I had to say, was encouraging. It helped me speak my mind. Speaking my mind usually gets me into trouble and costs me friendships, but real friends don't judge on points of view. They judge on character. And family... well family judges on a whole different level. Your family should only judge you on who can fake illness the best to get out of having to go to church or school.
Again, I'm done...
Goodnight / Good Morning
Go Away....
-B-
Way back in January 2009, I decided to check out this phenomenon called "blogspot" now known as blogger.com. Well, I chose to just repost the first blog I ever attempted from back in January of 2006. I wasn't attempting any type of literary dynamic, just posting my thoughts and /or feelings at the time. Well, when I re-posted it on here, I actually got a response. And that one response was like throwing a hand grenade at a snow-covered mountain, or pissing off a volcano god, only bad things will result from it. And the bad things will just flow for ever and ever. Which is why we have this avalanche / lava flow of mediocre and sometime downright awful writing that keeps spilling from my finger tips.
Here is the "Root of all evil" as I like to call it:
----------------------
GO SEAHAWKS!
Seattle won their first playoff game in 21 years. Successfully ending the longest playoff drought in the entire NFL. There probably isn't anyone reading this who really cares. but i do. that is all. Peace out yo.
(This was originally posted back in Jan of 2006)
1 comment:
Skeeter said... "you need to post more!!!
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So, basically, we could blame all of your intellectual suffering that was caused by my writing on her. But I don't. I actually want to thank her. Knowing someone was interested in what I had to say, was encouraging. It helped me speak my mind. Speaking my mind usually gets me into trouble and costs me friendships, but real friends don't judge on points of view. They judge on character. And family... well family judges on a whole different level. Your family should only judge you on who can fake illness the best to get out of having to go to church or school.
Again, I'm done...
Goodnight / Good Morning
Go Away....
-B-
On the Other Hand....
If you happen to be an individual who has read most of my stuff you might be surprised to know that, No, I don't spend most of my waking hours reading the news, gnashing my teeth and punching the walls. I just tend to get a little "excited" at times. Usually over trivial non-issues. I don't know how many times I have written out these huge rants about stuff, only to discover while re-reading before posting, that even I don't really care that much about what I'm trying to say. Or, sometimes I realize just how stupid it makes me sound. And the stupid factor plays a significant role in what I post, because of massive self-consciousness issues that I won't get into. At least not today.
There are actually a lot of things that I enjoy about this messed-up world we live in. Things that always put a smile on my face whenever I am lucky enough to encounter them. And yes, I am going to bore you by writing them out in list formation. With explanations for each. Why? Because I can dammit. Let's see....
Stuff like:
The smell of bacon cooking. AKA: The Ultimate Food Product. It's like beige clothing, it can be matched with just about anything. Bacon and beans. Bacon bits on baked potatoes. Even salads come with that wonderful, fried goodness sprinkled on top. I've even heard of places that wrap a hot dog in bacon, and then deep fry that sucker. If that's not a golden key to the Cardiac Ward I don't know what is. Yes, it's succulent, sizzling death, but I will cut into any line for that awesomeness.
The smell of gasoline. This is probably attributed most to my fondness of my early childhood, a portion of which was spent in either the junky old pea green[interior and exterior] Caprice Classic, Dad's old GMC flat-bed truck, or the junky old Chevy van. Any time Mom or Dad gassed them up, the fumes filled the car. And speaking of that friggin van, surprisingly, I do NOT get nostalgic and wistful whenever I have to pull-over and wait because my car is overheating. Which happened 2 or 3 times during every road trip in that thing. But, yes, memories do flood my mind anytime I see one of those small dash-mounted oscillating fans.(The van didn't have AC.)
Going out four-wheeling. Or as we used to call it: Jeepin'. I remember when I was a wee lad, and Dad owned this Jeep that was built way back in 1942. Man, I loved that thing. Skinny little tires, no roll-bar, tiny little 4 cyl. engine, and a gun rack that stood between the seats. It was slower than molasses in winter, which is why we towed it places usually, but we used to crawl that sucker up and down hills, around trees and sometimes over small trees. I think I'm gonna have to chat with Dad about why he ever got rid of that thing. Later in life, Dad bought another one. And I had my first real driving lesson in it. Trying to learn the art of the stick-shift, late at night, and on a dirt road. Oh, did I mention that the aforementioned dirt road was winding up and down the side of a mountain? Yeah, that was fun. Especially the part where I almost dumped it into a ravine from not realizing you have to slow down a lot on sharp corners. Even more so for sharp corners on a friggin dirt road. Yeah, Dad took the controls back shortly after that fiasco.
Shooting Guns. Not at people, of course. I'll admit I'm an angry person at times, but I'm not violent or bloodthirsty. Cripes, sometimes I get icky chills when dicing a chicken into portions. Which is probably why I never really got into hunting. Killing stuff just isn't my thing. Blasting inanimate objects into tiny little pieces on the other hand.... Now, that's stress relief that even drugs can't match.
Playing with the nieces and nephews. Anyone who has any, knows exactly what I'm talking about. I don't have any kids of my own, and I'm not really sure I'm daddy material. I don't know if I could handle the whole "having kids around 24/7" bit. But when I do get to see my siblings' kids, and the big smiles on their faces, it's about as awesome as life can get.
Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Issue. Do I really need to explain this? No.
Dinner at the parent's house. Everyone knows why this is great. Spending time with the family, getting a chance to eat the food you loved as kid (instead of the usual pizza, wings and Dr Pepper), and an excellent time to pick up any mail that may have been sent there. Admit it, there's something that your folks made that you really wish you could dig into right now. Whether it was your mom's fried chicken, tuna casserole, or beef-a-roni. Or maybe it was your dad's BBQ chicken, tacos, or Spanish rice. There's always something that never tastes as good as when you get to eat it at your true home, and when it's made by the folks.
Watching Football. Shhh... it can wait until the commercials.
There's more stuff that I enjoy, (romantic dinners / watching the sunset / long walks on the beach... etc, etc...) but I've grown weary of straining my brain and fingers. So I'm gonna stop for now.
(Here comes the obligatory sign-off...)
I'm done for tonight/today.
Goodnight/good morning
-B-
Here's some Funny that'll hopefully brighten your day.... (For those of you still using 56k: Later tonight, after it's finished downloading, you can enjoy it as well.)
There are actually a lot of things that I enjoy about this messed-up world we live in. Things that always put a smile on my face whenever I am lucky enough to encounter them. And yes, I am going to bore you by writing them out in list formation. With explanations for each. Why? Because I can dammit. Let's see....
Stuff like:
The smell of bacon cooking. AKA: The Ultimate Food Product. It's like beige clothing, it can be matched with just about anything. Bacon and beans. Bacon bits on baked potatoes. Even salads come with that wonderful, fried goodness sprinkled on top. I've even heard of places that wrap a hot dog in bacon, and then deep fry that sucker. If that's not a golden key to the Cardiac Ward I don't know what is. Yes, it's succulent, sizzling death, but I will cut into any line for that awesomeness.
The smell of gasoline. This is probably attributed most to my fondness of my early childhood, a portion of which was spent in either the junky old pea green[interior and exterior] Caprice Classic, Dad's old GMC flat-bed truck, or the junky old Chevy van. Any time Mom or Dad gassed them up, the fumes filled the car. And speaking of that friggin van, surprisingly, I do NOT get nostalgic and wistful whenever I have to pull-over and wait because my car is overheating. Which happened 2 or 3 times during every road trip in that thing. But, yes, memories do flood my mind anytime I see one of those small dash-mounted oscillating fans.(The van didn't have AC.)
Going out four-wheeling. Or as we used to call it: Jeepin'. I remember when I was a wee lad, and Dad owned this Jeep that was built way back in 1942. Man, I loved that thing. Skinny little tires, no roll-bar, tiny little 4 cyl. engine, and a gun rack that stood between the seats. It was slower than molasses in winter, which is why we towed it places usually, but we used to crawl that sucker up and down hills, around trees and sometimes over small trees. I think I'm gonna have to chat with Dad about why he ever got rid of that thing. Later in life, Dad bought another one. And I had my first real driving lesson in it. Trying to learn the art of the stick-shift, late at night, and on a dirt road. Oh, did I mention that the aforementioned dirt road was winding up and down the side of a mountain? Yeah, that was fun. Especially the part where I almost dumped it into a ravine from not realizing you have to slow down a lot on sharp corners. Even more so for sharp corners on a friggin dirt road. Yeah, Dad took the controls back shortly after that fiasco.
Shooting Guns. Not at people, of course. I'll admit I'm an angry person at times, but I'm not violent or bloodthirsty. Cripes, sometimes I get icky chills when dicing a chicken into portions. Which is probably why I never really got into hunting. Killing stuff just isn't my thing. Blasting inanimate objects into tiny little pieces on the other hand.... Now, that's stress relief that even drugs can't match.
Playing with the nieces and nephews. Anyone who has any, knows exactly what I'm talking about. I don't have any kids of my own, and I'm not really sure I'm daddy material. I don't know if I could handle the whole "having kids around 24/7" bit. But when I do get to see my siblings' kids, and the big smiles on their faces, it's about as awesome as life can get.
Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Issue. Do I really need to explain this? No.
Dinner at the parent's house. Everyone knows why this is great. Spending time with the family, getting a chance to eat the food you loved as kid (instead of the usual pizza, wings and Dr Pepper), and an excellent time to pick up any mail that may have been sent there. Admit it, there's something that your folks made that you really wish you could dig into right now. Whether it was your mom's fried chicken, tuna casserole, or beef-a-roni. Or maybe it was your dad's BBQ chicken, tacos, or Spanish rice. There's always something that never tastes as good as when you get to eat it at your true home, and when it's made by the folks.
Watching Football. Shhh... it can wait until the commercials.
There's more stuff that I enjoy, (romantic dinners / watching the sunset / long walks on the beach... etc, etc...) but I've grown weary of straining my brain and fingers. So I'm gonna stop for now.
(Here comes the obligatory sign-off...)
I'm done for tonight/today.
Goodnight/good morning
-B-
Here's some Funny that'll hopefully brighten your day.... (For those of you still using 56k: Later tonight, after it's finished downloading, you can enjoy it as well.)
Friday, October 9, 2009
United States of Bank of America....
I know I'm a bit slow at times. This just happens to be one of those times. I just realized something that I wish I wouldn't have.
Ever since I had my first job, my first paycheck, I "got" the whole idea of taxes. As in, I pay my taxes to help this country. Help it defend itself, build roads, care for the natural wonders, and protect itself from within. Of course along with that came the darker side of paying the politicians. Who we know will vote for what the people want, as long as someone doesn't guarantee anything such as money or re-election. The worst part is, most of them just thrive on the whole power thing. The whole "I'm the Mayor/Committee Chief/Parks and Rec. Manager, Don't you know who I am?, I can destroy you!" The sad part is, a lot of the time when they say stuff like that, they're right. They can ruin you. Politics and puppet shows are one in the same. As long as someone is pulling the strings, they will both function well.
OK, I'm going to get to the point of all this. My big question is:
When did the United States Of America's government become a bank? Or to be more specific, when did it's treasury become one? And even then, the last several billions they've loaned aren't even ours. They're borrowing from the Chinese to cover our debts. And its all to keep some mega-high profile businesses who absolutely (pardon my language) fucked themselves in their job plan, and decided to focus the money on payroll and not on actual capital, or holdings. So, what do the people we voted into office, to look after our well being, do in this scenario? They give them truckloads of money. And they don't even bother to come up with any rules for repayment. That first 800 Billion dollars that went out is gone people. It wont come back. What's sad is that it wasn't until it became public that a lady was set to still get her 8 digit bonus, that people said "Wait a minute! What just happened?" In a sense, our federal financial system is kind of one of those "Ponzi schemes." As in it doesn't have the money to cover it's debts, so it relies on the money that is coming in, taxes, loans from others, and what not, to pay what it owes.
But, c'mon, as long as we can print money, we'll never run out. Right?
I need to start saving my money to buy an island somewhere.
I'm done for now.
Goodnight/Good Morning
-B-
Ever since I had my first job, my first paycheck, I "got" the whole idea of taxes. As in, I pay my taxes to help this country. Help it defend itself, build roads, care for the natural wonders, and protect itself from within. Of course along with that came the darker side of paying the politicians. Who we know will vote for what the people want, as long as someone doesn't guarantee anything such as money or re-election. The worst part is, most of them just thrive on the whole power thing. The whole "I'm the Mayor/Committee Chief/Parks and Rec. Manager, Don't you know who I am?, I can destroy you!" The sad part is, a lot of the time when they say stuff like that, they're right. They can ruin you. Politics and puppet shows are one in the same. As long as someone is pulling the strings, they will both function well.
OK, I'm going to get to the point of all this. My big question is:
When did the United States Of America's government become a bank? Or to be more specific, when did it's treasury become one? And even then, the last several billions they've loaned aren't even ours. They're borrowing from the Chinese to cover our debts. And its all to keep some mega-high profile businesses who absolutely (pardon my language) fucked themselves in their job plan, and decided to focus the money on payroll and not on actual capital, or holdings. So, what do the people we voted into office, to look after our well being, do in this scenario? They give them truckloads of money. And they don't even bother to come up with any rules for repayment. That first 800 Billion dollars that went out is gone people. It wont come back. What's sad is that it wasn't until it became public that a lady was set to still get her 8 digit bonus, that people said "Wait a minute! What just happened?" In a sense, our federal financial system is kind of one of those "Ponzi schemes." As in it doesn't have the money to cover it's debts, so it relies on the money that is coming in, taxes, loans from others, and what not, to pay what it owes.
But, c'mon, as long as we can print money, we'll never run out. Right?
I need to start saving my money to buy an island somewhere.
I'm done for now.
Goodnight/Good Morning
-B-
Thursday, October 1, 2009
The Purest Form of Evil....
I'm growing tired of and becoming extremely disheartened by all of the news stories that keep popping up about parents who can't handle the cards they've been dealt, and decide to end their lives because of it. But the ones I'm referring to only end their own life after they've killed their wives/husbands and children too. Usually it's after losing a job and the benefits that went along with it. Or a pending divorce. Or some other legal situation.
How does this solve anything? Yes, your life may be shit, at least right now. And maybe you'll have to struggle for a period of time to care for your family. Suck it up. Deal with it. Realize that this is your moment to prove yourself to them and the rest of the world. That you will do anything and everything you need to do to make sure your loved ones get through it all. It's not the time to wallow in self-doubt, thinking you are a failure and anyone around you is going to suffer just for knowing you so you might as well end their pain now. This type of action/reaction is the absolute purest form of evil in my mind. Life that you created (kids) or in the case of your wife/husband, life that you expanded and built upon, all of it is erased by your one selfish act. Sure, you may think it's an act of mercy and that you'll all be frolicking in the expansive daisy fields in heaven. One small problems with that is: If you believe in heaven, then you probably believe in Hell. Now, in the religious world there is a whole list of "Unforgivable Sins" and killing folks is right up at the top. You kill your family, and you are a murderer, and the worst kind of murderer (as if there were different stages of homicidal assholes.) And where do murderers go? That's right, to Hell supposedly. So while your wife/husband and your kids are enjoying free draft pints, state-of-the-art console game systems, and endless Monday Night Football, you'll be in the land of the Eternal Sunburn, or just getting chewed up by worms because even Hell won't accept you.
To sum it all up: Suicide/patricide/matricide/all in one, its a permanent solution to a temporary problem. I don't care how worthless you feel, your family shouldn't have to die to make you feel like you're in control of the situation.
Anyways, I'm done for tonight/today...
Goodnight.
-B-
How does this solve anything? Yes, your life may be shit, at least right now. And maybe you'll have to struggle for a period of time to care for your family. Suck it up. Deal with it. Realize that this is your moment to prove yourself to them and the rest of the world. That you will do anything and everything you need to do to make sure your loved ones get through it all. It's not the time to wallow in self-doubt, thinking you are a failure and anyone around you is going to suffer just for knowing you so you might as well end their pain now. This type of action/reaction is the absolute purest form of evil in my mind. Life that you created (kids) or in the case of your wife/husband, life that you expanded and built upon, all of it is erased by your one selfish act. Sure, you may think it's an act of mercy and that you'll all be frolicking in the expansive daisy fields in heaven. One small problems with that is: If you believe in heaven, then you probably believe in Hell. Now, in the religious world there is a whole list of "Unforgivable Sins" and killing folks is right up at the top. You kill your family, and you are a murderer, and the worst kind of murderer (as if there were different stages of homicidal assholes.) And where do murderers go? That's right, to Hell supposedly. So while your wife/husband and your kids are enjoying free draft pints, state-of-the-art console game systems, and endless Monday Night Football, you'll be in the land of the Eternal Sunburn, or just getting chewed up by worms because even Hell won't accept you.
To sum it all up: Suicide/patricide/matricide/all in one, its a permanent solution to a temporary problem. I don't care how worthless you feel, your family shouldn't have to die to make you feel like you're in control of the situation.
Anyways, I'm done for tonight/today...
Goodnight.
-B-
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Gadgets, Apps and Add-ons Oh My!....
I've noticed that as we dig ourselves deeper into this pit known as the "Digital Revolution," we seem to become more reliant on it. We use it to pass along thoughts, or current opinions(Twitter), share experiences along with photos and background info in case you wanted to ask us out (MySpace, Facebook, Friendster, oh the list goes on and on....) or to just rant endlessly/share experiences/brag about your family/ so on and so forth.
This "Digital Revolution" is an awesome thing. I will not attempt to discredit that fact. It enables us to keep in touch with tens, hundreds, and even thousands all at the same time. For example; all I have to do is log into my FB account and in the status box type in "I'm Hungry." Instantly everyone on my friends list knows I'm lacking in nutritional sustenance. This type of power can be used in an infinite number of positive ways. But, the opposite is also true.
There are probably millions of so-called "upgrades" or downloads out there that claim to enhance some aspect of your PC/Mac/Phone. And there is a numerous amount of those that are nothing but harmful. They'll tap into your system, learn your passwords, and record all of your regular contacts. Basically, don't download anything that isn't guaranteed "clean" by a software company you trust. Or you can do like I do.... I pretty much know my PC has been hijacked in some way or another, so I just download everything that comes my way. If they're leeching off of my computer, well then I will supply them with as much as I can. I'm more than happy to pass along a virus from one A-hole to the next.
But anyways, back to my original point. It seems these days our main form of communication has become either texting, email, or something like "Twitter."
Yes, it's nice to have instant access to all that info in an immediate fashion. And, yes it's a very good way to send quick messages to people without completely interrupting anything.
But, what if you want to hear someones voice? Who knows, maybe you really like that person, and their voice gives you a form of comfort. Or maybe they have a really sexy voice and you just want to hear them talk to you.
With either of those scenarios, would you rather hear them say "You are great, and I really like you." or having them text " U R grt, I rly leik U"?
As I've gotten older I've grown to dislike spending a lot of time on the phone. I see it as an interruption to my life as it's playing out. BUT, there is one exception; I thoroughly enjoy talking to the girlfriend on the phone. The only explanation I might have for this phenomenon was mentioned a few inches above.
I've run out of things to say. So, I'm going to call it a night...
Goodnight/good morning
Whatever.
Go Away.....
-B-
This "Digital Revolution" is an awesome thing. I will not attempt to discredit that fact. It enables us to keep in touch with tens, hundreds, and even thousands all at the same time. For example; all I have to do is log into my FB account and in the status box type in "I'm Hungry." Instantly everyone on my friends list knows I'm lacking in nutritional sustenance. This type of power can be used in an infinite number of positive ways. But, the opposite is also true.
There are probably millions of so-called "upgrades" or downloads out there that claim to enhance some aspect of your PC/Mac/Phone. And there is a numerous amount of those that are nothing but harmful. They'll tap into your system, learn your passwords, and record all of your regular contacts. Basically, don't download anything that isn't guaranteed "clean" by a software company you trust. Or you can do like I do.... I pretty much know my PC has been hijacked in some way or another, so I just download everything that comes my way. If they're leeching off of my computer, well then I will supply them with as much as I can. I'm more than happy to pass along a virus from one A-hole to the next.
But anyways, back to my original point. It seems these days our main form of communication has become either texting, email, or something like "Twitter."
Yes, it's nice to have instant access to all that info in an immediate fashion. And, yes it's a very good way to send quick messages to people without completely interrupting anything.
But, what if you want to hear someones voice? Who knows, maybe you really like that person, and their voice gives you a form of comfort. Or maybe they have a really sexy voice and you just want to hear them talk to you.
With either of those scenarios, would you rather hear them say "You are great, and I really like you." or having them text " U R grt, I rly leik U"?
As I've gotten older I've grown to dislike spending a lot of time on the phone. I see it as an interruption to my life as it's playing out. BUT, there is one exception; I thoroughly enjoy talking to the girlfriend on the phone. The only explanation I might have for this phenomenon was mentioned a few inches above.
I've run out of things to say. So, I'm going to call it a night...
Goodnight/good morning
Whatever.
Go Away.....
-B-
Friday, September 18, 2009
It's All About the Money....
Holy Cripes Almighty.... there are commercials everywhere. The Unholy Internet has friggin commercials.
This is just sad.
Standard broadcast TV, Radio, DVDs and such, I can understand. But YouTube? Or MySpace videos? Didn't both of these organizations sell for multiple millions of dollars in the recent years? Weren't they worth the millions spent to buy them? Yes they were. And not because they made you watch a stupid commercial before the video you chose. It was because of the OPTIONAL links located all over the place that you had a choice to view or not. Those links made mad cash from all the suckers in the world(A sucker born every minute? That's a lot of dough) who believed they could've won an easy million, or had a chance at winning a Ferrari just by clicking their mouse once or twice. It's like waving a candy bar in front of the fat kid or jingling keys near a baby. It's too friggin easy.
BUT, apparently, that's not enough for the corporate bastards of the world anymore. Yes, they still have money rolling in; but no, it doesn't keep up with their ever-expanding wants. While us normal folks have learned in these dire times: that if we can just get our bills paid, and our stomachs filled. we'll be ok. These haughty, white-collar pieces of shit will not abide by just breaking even. There must be profit! So, first of all, they lay off hundreds of people. When that brief reprieve starts to taper off, they cut benefits of those still employed by them(or make the employees pay a significant share of the benefit's cost.) Meanwhile, the corner-office pricks are still getting bonuses for any small sales they might gain. And most of those dicks/dickettes don't have half of the education or training that the lower level people do. They are just related or engaged to the daughter/son of one of the bosses. Or they just love to pucker-up and plant it on the stinky.
I CANNOT abide this. Whatever happened to the world where the working person is what made the world go round? Why do the people we elected to represent our opinions, and vote accordingly, bow down to some lobbyist who either offers them kickbacks or help in the next election? Why do I have to watch a commercial for Sprint phone service before I can watch the video I clicked on? Yet I can watch PBS for an hour without any commercial interruption.
I understand the idea of commercials before videos, it's so they can sell shit. But if the videos are that popular, why don't they just write up the sponsorship contract to say they want a certain amount of cash for each time anyone watches it. Logos posted all over the page and all that. Maybe a short commercial at the end. If someone wants to hear what they have to say, they'll acknowledge it with a click of the mouse. If not, they'll do as I do, and keep right on moving.
Anyways, I'm done. I'm not sorry if I bored you, or alienated you. By now you should know better than to read this crap that I submit to the world.
I'm done....
Go Away....
-B-
This is just sad.
Standard broadcast TV, Radio, DVDs and such, I can understand. But YouTube? Or MySpace videos? Didn't both of these organizations sell for multiple millions of dollars in the recent years? Weren't they worth the millions spent to buy them? Yes they were. And not because they made you watch a stupid commercial before the video you chose. It was because of the OPTIONAL links located all over the place that you had a choice to view or not. Those links made mad cash from all the suckers in the world(A sucker born every minute? That's a lot of dough) who believed they could've won an easy million, or had a chance at winning a Ferrari just by clicking their mouse once or twice. It's like waving a candy bar in front of the fat kid or jingling keys near a baby. It's too friggin easy.
BUT, apparently, that's not enough for the corporate bastards of the world anymore. Yes, they still have money rolling in; but no, it doesn't keep up with their ever-expanding wants. While us normal folks have learned in these dire times: that if we can just get our bills paid, and our stomachs filled. we'll be ok. These haughty, white-collar pieces of shit will not abide by just breaking even. There must be profit! So, first of all, they lay off hundreds of people. When that brief reprieve starts to taper off, they cut benefits of those still employed by them(or make the employees pay a significant share of the benefit's cost.) Meanwhile, the corner-office pricks are still getting bonuses for any small sales they might gain. And most of those dicks/dickettes don't have half of the education or training that the lower level people do. They are just related or engaged to the daughter/son of one of the bosses. Or they just love to pucker-up and plant it on the stinky.
I CANNOT abide this. Whatever happened to the world where the working person is what made the world go round? Why do the people we elected to represent our opinions, and vote accordingly, bow down to some lobbyist who either offers them kickbacks or help in the next election? Why do I have to watch a commercial for Sprint phone service before I can watch the video I clicked on? Yet I can watch PBS for an hour without any commercial interruption.
I understand the idea of commercials before videos, it's so they can sell shit. But if the videos are that popular, why don't they just write up the sponsorship contract to say they want a certain amount of cash for each time anyone watches it. Logos posted all over the page and all that. Maybe a short commercial at the end. If someone wants to hear what they have to say, they'll acknowledge it with a click of the mouse. If not, they'll do as I do, and keep right on moving.
Anyways, I'm done. I'm not sorry if I bored you, or alienated you. By now you should know better than to read this crap that I submit to the world.
I'm done....
Go Away....
-B-
Sunday, September 13, 2009
Bah, That'll Never Happen to Me....
I've spent my life trying to be somewhat of a decent person. I try to treat people right, well, I do if they deserve it. If one of my friends or family needs some help, I give it when I can. Yet even though I usually want to do good, evil is always right there beckoning.
I'm going to limit this junior-varsity writing example to just one subject....
Common thievery.
I won't say I haven't had my opportunities at this sort of thing, because everyone has. But I've never been really interested in snatching someone else's stuff. The main reason being: How would I feel if it was happening to me? Up until recently I've never had to experience it personally. That all changed this morning. And it blew my freaking mind....
It all started with "The Call."
I get a phone call from my roommate telling me there was a situation at the apt. After some prodding I find out a pricey amount of our stuff has been borrowed without permission. (Cue the emotional gauntlet.) This is where it spirals down. Imagine one of those old black and white slapstick comedy movies where the comedic heroes are traipsing through the jungle and random palm leaves keep smacking them in the face; well it's kind of like that, only not funny. On one hand, you want to know what happened. On the other, you want to know if everyone is ok. On yet another you want to know which of your favorite things is gone. And on even yet another, you want to know if you still have time to kill the son of a bitch before the cops get there. All in one instant, you have query, you have worry, you have fear, and you have anger. And you have to control them all. This was new to me.
I came home to find my place robbed of many of my prized, expensive possessions. Yet, I blamed nobody. Well, nobody but the worthless piece of shit who thought he could rob me and get away with it. And he didn't get away with it. Thanks to the Ladies and Gents with badges.
The one thing I don't get is why it happened. Why steal stuff? Even if you can find someone to buy it, they'll be buying it at a fraction of it's value. Why not get a friggin job and watch your income get higher as you go along? Or even better yet, why not act like a man and face the hardships of life, instead of just causing more upon others.
Basically, there are two ways to be remembered. You can be a dipshit, and be hated for eternity, or you can step up and be respected.
It's your choice.
I'm done.
Go Away.....
-B-
I'm going to limit this junior-varsity writing example to just one subject....
Common thievery.
I won't say I haven't had my opportunities at this sort of thing, because everyone has. But I've never been really interested in snatching someone else's stuff. The main reason being: How would I feel if it was happening to me? Up until recently I've never had to experience it personally. That all changed this morning. And it blew my freaking mind....
It all started with "The Call."
I get a phone call from my roommate telling me there was a situation at the apt. After some prodding I find out a pricey amount of our stuff has been borrowed without permission. (Cue the emotional gauntlet.) This is where it spirals down. Imagine one of those old black and white slapstick comedy movies where the comedic heroes are traipsing through the jungle and random palm leaves keep smacking them in the face; well it's kind of like that, only not funny. On one hand, you want to know what happened. On the other, you want to know if everyone is ok. On yet another you want to know which of your favorite things is gone. And on even yet another, you want to know if you still have time to kill the son of a bitch before the cops get there. All in one instant, you have query, you have worry, you have fear, and you have anger. And you have to control them all. This was new to me.
I came home to find my place robbed of many of my prized, expensive possessions. Yet, I blamed nobody. Well, nobody but the worthless piece of shit who thought he could rob me and get away with it. And he didn't get away with it. Thanks to the Ladies and Gents with badges.
The one thing I don't get is why it happened. Why steal stuff? Even if you can find someone to buy it, they'll be buying it at a fraction of it's value. Why not get a friggin job and watch your income get higher as you go along? Or even better yet, why not act like a man and face the hardships of life, instead of just causing more upon others.
Basically, there are two ways to be remembered. You can be a dipshit, and be hated for eternity, or you can step up and be respected.
It's your choice.
I'm done.
Go Away.....
-B-
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Ahhh.... Be Still, My Heart.....
There are many, many, many things in this world that can bestow happiness upon an individual. Sunshine, a cool breeze, the smell of bacon in the morning, closeness with friends and family, nieces and nephews thinking you're completely awesome, or if you're a young'n; getting to hang out with that cute girl who sits in the front row and hold her hand for the first time. I admit, all of those are wonderful things to experience, and have caused a smile or two to ruin the near constant furrowed brow and overall unpleasant look that I so enjoy displaying. BUT, nothing, and I do mean nothing compares to that wonderful pitter-patter sound of....
.....Steel cleats tearing into Astro-turf.
Yes, fellas and honeys, it is that time of year again. The time of year when Sunday actually does hold a form of significance and reverence in my life. It's pigskin time Baby! And yes, Mr. Williams, I AM ready for some football.
There may be some of you who wonder what the big deal is about football. Or maybe you have the jaded outlook about how the players are grossly overpaid or just a bunch of dudes who enjoy hurting people within the bounds of the law. And, you could be right on both counts. You have to put the money issue into perspective though. You can't just look at it as a guy who's getting paid $10 mil for 4 months worth of work. It's actually a year-round job. They have to stay in shape, which means constant workouts. Every year there are changes to the playbook that they have to memorize, and some coaches' playbooks have hundreds of mapped-out plays in them, and that helps discredit the "stupid meathead jock" myth.
You're probably still thinking that $10 mil is too much for even a year. Actors and actresses make far more, for a hell of a lot less work. Most movies take around 3 months to film, and there are a lot of people making around $20 mil, just for that one film. Some of them are: Harrison Ford, Mel Gibson, Tom Hanks, Bruce Willis, Eddie Murphy, Tom Cruise, John Travolta, Nicolas Cage, Julia Roberts and Will Smith (who currently tops the list of highest paid actors). Now, in my estimation, guesstimation or whatever you want to call it, these folks will provide 90 to 120 minutes of entertainment for me to enjoy, once or if I'm lucky, twice a year. And if it's twice a year, then they got 20 mil for it. Professional athletes on the other hand, I'm crossing all lines between NFL, MLB, NBA, NHL, and any of the others; well, they provide me with multiple MONTHS of entertainment. Granted, I only really pay attention to the NFL, which only gives me one game a week. And in that game the star player will make 300 grand or so. Well, Charlie Sheen makes around $850,000 per episode of "Two and a Half Men" which also only comes around once a week.
Anyhow, it just popped into my head that I'm not getting paid to promote professional sports, so I'm going to cut it short. If you find something entertaining, and are willing to pay to see it, there's a good chance that there are millions more out there that are just as willing. If someone knows they are helping to sell that product, they are going to want their deserved cut of it.
I know I probably haven't sold anyone on the awesomeness of football. Or why it's the most watched sport in the U.S. But think about it, which sport attracts the coolest and most expensive commercials?
At the very least, if you encounter someone watching a game of any sport, don't start spouting off about all the negative aspects of it. Just let it go. Sports are like soap operas to some of us. We have to know everything that is going on, every last bit of the juicy details, and we want to be able to pass it along, scene by scene to our friends the next day.
Well, I'm done rambling incoherently for now. Mostly because its time to go check ESPN's website.
Goodnight / good morning / or whatever.
Just go away.
-B-
.....Steel cleats tearing into Astro-turf.
Yes, fellas and honeys, it is that time of year again. The time of year when Sunday actually does hold a form of significance and reverence in my life. It's pigskin time Baby! And yes, Mr. Williams, I AM ready for some football.
There may be some of you who wonder what the big deal is about football. Or maybe you have the jaded outlook about how the players are grossly overpaid or just a bunch of dudes who enjoy hurting people within the bounds of the law. And, you could be right on both counts. You have to put the money issue into perspective though. You can't just look at it as a guy who's getting paid $10 mil for 4 months worth of work. It's actually a year-round job. They have to stay in shape, which means constant workouts. Every year there are changes to the playbook that they have to memorize, and some coaches' playbooks have hundreds of mapped-out plays in them, and that helps discredit the "stupid meathead jock" myth.
You're probably still thinking that $10 mil is too much for even a year. Actors and actresses make far more, for a hell of a lot less work. Most movies take around 3 months to film, and there are a lot of people making around $20 mil, just for that one film. Some of them are: Harrison Ford, Mel Gibson, Tom Hanks, Bruce Willis, Eddie Murphy, Tom Cruise, John Travolta, Nicolas Cage, Julia Roberts and Will Smith (who currently tops the list of highest paid actors). Now, in my estimation, guesstimation or whatever you want to call it, these folks will provide 90 to 120 minutes of entertainment for me to enjoy, once or if I'm lucky, twice a year. And if it's twice a year, then they got 20 mil for it. Professional athletes on the other hand, I'm crossing all lines between NFL, MLB, NBA, NHL, and any of the others; well, they provide me with multiple MONTHS of entertainment. Granted, I only really pay attention to the NFL, which only gives me one game a week. And in that game the star player will make 300 grand or so. Well, Charlie Sheen makes around $850,000 per episode of "Two and a Half Men" which also only comes around once a week.
Anyhow, it just popped into my head that I'm not getting paid to promote professional sports, so I'm going to cut it short. If you find something entertaining, and are willing to pay to see it, there's a good chance that there are millions more out there that are just as willing. If someone knows they are helping to sell that product, they are going to want their deserved cut of it.
I know I probably haven't sold anyone on the awesomeness of football. Or why it's the most watched sport in the U.S. But think about it, which sport attracts the coolest and most expensive commercials?
At the very least, if you encounter someone watching a game of any sport, don't start spouting off about all the negative aspects of it. Just let it go. Sports are like soap operas to some of us. We have to know everything that is going on, every last bit of the juicy details, and we want to be able to pass it along, scene by scene to our friends the next day.
Well, I'm done rambling incoherently for now. Mostly because its time to go check ESPN's website.
Goodnight / good morning / or whatever.
Just go away.
-B-
Thursday, September 3, 2009
Mr. B says READ THIS! (Or Else...)
Apparently, well at least as far as current news is telling me, I can make anyone and everyone read this worthless, brain-melting, angry, and stupid blog. So, read it! Or else I'll hire those greasy lookin' guys on the back of the phone book to sue you and make you submit.
Let me explain....
There's this church in the Phoenix metro area that recently(a couple years ago) opened shop in a quiet little neighborhood of people that have, for the most part, owned their houses for multiple decades. The previously mentioned church installed a bitchin' stereo setup at the top of their tower so that they could rock the bells every hour on the hour. Now, this little community has a lot of senior citizens who, as we all know, tend to enjoy their "peace and quiet." Several of them, even though some may have been religious people, did not want to deal with the bells constantly banging away. In fact, there was one lady who couldn't even stand to go out and do her gardening anymore. Something that she loved doing more than anything else. So they complained. They contacted the cops, they contacted the city, and they contacted the state. The church was told to knock it off. They could spin the disc of the bells on Sunday mornings for 2 minutes and on religious holidays. In my understanding, the church decided that they should only have to answer to a higher power, and that since the bible says song is the highest praise of God, they were gonna keep on clanging away. Well, the law came down on the locals' side. Since the preacher in charge didn't comply with the court order, he had to suffer punishment. Suspended 10 days jail time, with 3 yrs probation.
Now here's where it gets sticky....
That church, along with a couple others, is suing the City of Phoenix. No, this isn't another one of my jokes. It's true. The lawsuit is filed in Federal Court.
They are claiming that since the Noise Ordinance Law allows Ice Cream Trucks to crank their chimes at 70 decibels to the distance of 50ft, (the church's bells were 67db at the nearest property line,) then they are being singled out in some form of persecution. According to their Senior Legal Counsel, "After all, bells are meant to be heard. But the city's problematic ordinance is being used to inconsistently single out the peaceful sound of this time-honored expression of worship while allowing exceptions for others."
Sorry dude, but clanging church bells aren't exactly what I'd call peaceful. The whole point of church bells is to get peoples' attention. To get them to focus on their god or whatever. Cripes, the point of any bell is to get somebody's attention. School bell? That means "GO TO CLASS!" The bell in a fire station? "GO TO THE FIRE!" The bells that ring in Muslim countries, basically say "HEY, It's time to pray dude!"(I know, it is my understanding that Muslims don't ring bells, but they sing or chant or whatever through a PA system. Either way it's the same basic point. Get over it.) If you really believe that bells are peaceful, I offer my services to sit by your bedside and ring a bell to help you fall asleep at night. Not a tiny little silver bell, but a nice "peaceful" 67 db brass bell. It may be loud, but it's a time-honored expression of worship. So it should be ok.
Well, let me break it down for you Mr. Senior Legal Counsel, (I wish I had a title like that. All words capitalized and such. Oh wait, I do, I'm 'Mr. B').... In every neighborhood I've ever lived in, the Ice Cream Dude/Dudette rolls through maybe once a day. Possibly twice on the weekends. And he keeps rolling by. The loudest you will ever hear his music is when it's right in front of your house, and that's only for a few seconds. Plus, If he stops for kids, adults, or whomever wants to buy something, the music stops as well. He's not parking in front of your pad for two minutes, blasting that crappy calliope tune, every hour on the hour, from 8 am until 8 pm, 7 days a week. And if he did, yeah, I'd call the cops on his ass too.
My thoughts? If the court says they can blast their bells whenever they want, then the court is basically saying everyone has to accept those religious beliefs. Which goes against the Constitution. The government CAN NOT force any type of religious service upon the masses. And obviously, the masses have already spoken.
Besides, in my experience on this planet, I've heard a hell of a lot more people yell "WooHoo! Here comes the Ice Cream Guy!" than I've heard "WooHoo! It's time to go to church!"
But you know what, I've changed my mind. You chase that lawsuit, because I hope you win, and have that whole "Noise Ordinance" completely removed. Then when people roll past your house at 3 am with their stereos cranked, the bass rattling your fine china, free from prosecution because "Music is my religion, man!", I hope you are ready to partake of the can of worms you've opened.
Anyhow, you better have enjoyed this. Because it's my personal beliefs, and you have to accept them. If not, I'm gonna find my own fancy-titled guy to sue you and make you read it every hour on the hour until you do. Because I can apparently file suit against whomever I need to, to make you accept my thoughts, theories and beliefs.
Bah, I'm done picking on the idiots of this world for awhile. Society has saddened me enough for tonight/today/whatever.
Go away.
-B-
Let me explain....
There's this church in the Phoenix metro area that recently(a couple years ago) opened shop in a quiet little neighborhood of people that have, for the most part, owned their houses for multiple decades. The previously mentioned church installed a bitchin' stereo setup at the top of their tower so that they could rock the bells every hour on the hour. Now, this little community has a lot of senior citizens who, as we all know, tend to enjoy their "peace and quiet." Several of them, even though some may have been religious people, did not want to deal with the bells constantly banging away. In fact, there was one lady who couldn't even stand to go out and do her gardening anymore. Something that she loved doing more than anything else. So they complained. They contacted the cops, they contacted the city, and they contacted the state. The church was told to knock it off. They could spin the disc of the bells on Sunday mornings for 2 minutes and on religious holidays. In my understanding, the church decided that they should only have to answer to a higher power, and that since the bible says song is the highest praise of God, they were gonna keep on clanging away. Well, the law came down on the locals' side. Since the preacher in charge didn't comply with the court order, he had to suffer punishment. Suspended 10 days jail time, with 3 yrs probation.
Now here's where it gets sticky....
That church, along with a couple others, is suing the City of Phoenix. No, this isn't another one of my jokes. It's true. The lawsuit is filed in Federal Court.
They are claiming that since the Noise Ordinance Law allows Ice Cream Trucks to crank their chimes at 70 decibels to the distance of 50ft, (the church's bells were 67db at the nearest property line,) then they are being singled out in some form of persecution. According to their Senior Legal Counsel, "After all, bells are meant to be heard. But the city's problematic ordinance is being used to inconsistently single out the peaceful sound of this time-honored expression of worship while allowing exceptions for others."
Sorry dude, but clanging church bells aren't exactly what I'd call peaceful. The whole point of church bells is to get peoples' attention. To get them to focus on their god or whatever. Cripes, the point of any bell is to get somebody's attention. School bell? That means "GO TO CLASS!" The bell in a fire station? "GO TO THE FIRE!" The bells that ring in Muslim countries, basically say "HEY, It's time to pray dude!"(I know, it is my understanding that Muslims don't ring bells, but they sing or chant or whatever through a PA system. Either way it's the same basic point. Get over it.) If you really believe that bells are peaceful, I offer my services to sit by your bedside and ring a bell to help you fall asleep at night. Not a tiny little silver bell, but a nice "peaceful" 67 db brass bell. It may be loud, but it's a time-honored expression of worship. So it should be ok.
Well, let me break it down for you Mr. Senior Legal Counsel, (I wish I had a title like that. All words capitalized and such. Oh wait, I do, I'm 'Mr. B').... In every neighborhood I've ever lived in, the Ice Cream Dude/Dudette rolls through maybe once a day. Possibly twice on the weekends. And he keeps rolling by. The loudest you will ever hear his music is when it's right in front of your house, and that's only for a few seconds. Plus, If he stops for kids, adults, or whomever wants to buy something, the music stops as well. He's not parking in front of your pad for two minutes, blasting that crappy calliope tune, every hour on the hour, from 8 am until 8 pm, 7 days a week. And if he did, yeah, I'd call the cops on his ass too.
My thoughts? If the court says they can blast their bells whenever they want, then the court is basically saying everyone has to accept those religious beliefs. Which goes against the Constitution. The government CAN NOT force any type of religious service upon the masses. And obviously, the masses have already spoken.
Besides, in my experience on this planet, I've heard a hell of a lot more people yell "WooHoo! Here comes the Ice Cream Guy!" than I've heard "WooHoo! It's time to go to church!"
But you know what, I've changed my mind. You chase that lawsuit, because I hope you win, and have that whole "Noise Ordinance" completely removed. Then when people roll past your house at 3 am with their stereos cranked, the bass rattling your fine china, free from prosecution because "Music is my religion, man!", I hope you are ready to partake of the can of worms you've opened.
Anyhow, you better have enjoyed this. Because it's my personal beliefs, and you have to accept them. If not, I'm gonna find my own fancy-titled guy to sue you and make you read it every hour on the hour until you do. Because I can apparently file suit against whomever I need to, to make you accept my thoughts, theories and beliefs.
Bah, I'm done picking on the idiots of this world for awhile. Society has saddened me enough for tonight/today/whatever.
Go away.
-B-
Monday, August 31, 2009
Mr. B = Public Enemy #1
I know for a fact that if a lot of people read this, I will be deemed a rascist, an A-hole, an impatient bastard, and an overall hateful prick. Even though I'm none of those, everyone has a right to their own opinion. Nonetheless, I'll be vilified shortly....
But, guess what, I'm going to say it anyways. Why? Because, even though it's a touchy subject, it needs to be said.
I'm sick and tired of waiting in line behind someone who doesn't speak a word of English and gets angry/pissed/offended when the cashier/teller can't speak Spanish or Mexican. (Don't bother with yelling at me that Spanish and Mexican are the same. They aren't.) Just about everytime I bring up this complaint, there will be people tell me that a lot of Mexican nationals come here for vacation. Why? The hot, dry temperature? Our sandy beaches? Golfland?
No, in my estimation, the majority of Mexican nationals in this city aren't here for vacation purposes. Since when has Mesa been a tourist hotspot?
Now, I must clarify, I do have friends that were born and raised in Mexico. And there are a few that are here unbeknownst to customs officials. But at least they know at least the basics of the English language. If I ever go to Mexico, I know the words I'll need to use to solve any problem I might get into."Arizona?" (while pointing multiple directions), "Cerveza, por favor?" if I run out of beer, and "Zapateria?" when I lose my shoes after using the previous phrase multiple times.
But, never will I start berating an employee in a language they've already emphasized to me that they dont know. That's just rude.
Also, don't come up to me at a gas station and start asking me stuff in a foreign language and get pissed when I look at you funny and say I don't know what the hell your saying. We speak english here.
I could understand all of this if we were in Long Beach, LA, San Diego, Tucson, Miami, or any popular tourist town that deals with foreign languages on a daily basis. But this is Mesa. We ain't got shit.
If anyone reads this and wants to give me crap about it, go ahead. I welcome your opinion.
Anyways, I'm done for tonight.
Hate me if you want, I don't really care.
-B-
But, guess what, I'm going to say it anyways. Why? Because, even though it's a touchy subject, it needs to be said.
I'm sick and tired of waiting in line behind someone who doesn't speak a word of English and gets angry/pissed/offended when the cashier/teller can't speak Spanish or Mexican. (Don't bother with yelling at me that Spanish and Mexican are the same. They aren't.) Just about everytime I bring up this complaint, there will be people tell me that a lot of Mexican nationals come here for vacation. Why? The hot, dry temperature? Our sandy beaches? Golfland?
No, in my estimation, the majority of Mexican nationals in this city aren't here for vacation purposes. Since when has Mesa been a tourist hotspot?
Now, I must clarify, I do have friends that were born and raised in Mexico. And there are a few that are here unbeknownst to customs officials. But at least they know at least the basics of the English language. If I ever go to Mexico, I know the words I'll need to use to solve any problem I might get into."Arizona?" (while pointing multiple directions), "Cerveza, por favor?" if I run out of beer, and "Zapateria?" when I lose my shoes after using the previous phrase multiple times.
But, never will I start berating an employee in a language they've already emphasized to me that they dont know. That's just rude.
Also, don't come up to me at a gas station and start asking me stuff in a foreign language and get pissed when I look at you funny and say I don't know what the hell your saying. We speak english here.
I could understand all of this if we were in Long Beach, LA, San Diego, Tucson, Miami, or any popular tourist town that deals with foreign languages on a daily basis. But this is Mesa. We ain't got shit.
If anyone reads this and wants to give me crap about it, go ahead. I welcome your opinion.
Anyways, I'm done for tonight.
Hate me if you want, I don't really care.
-B-
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Religion, Racism, and Sports fans....
You might be wondering what the three things in the title have in common, well I'm gonna tell ya. If you belong to a group that others were taught to hate, you're screwed. In all three of those categories people tend to believe what they've been taught all their lives. Let's just say your dad was a Cowboys fan (God forbid), was a die hard fan and he took you to all the home games. Every waking moment he'd be telling you the other teams were stupid, worthless and not worth your time. The Cowboys were the one and only way to go.
Now, lets look at the other two things mentioned in the title. If you think about it, the same logic applies. If you've spent you're whole life being indoctrinated towards one way of thinking, well, that's what you will believe. Unless, of course, you're one of the few who can step back, look at the big picture, realize the differences and the similarities, and just respect people who have their own beliefs. I have to say that my references toward respecting peoples beliefs only applies to the religion aspect, since racism is just wrong.
I want to dig a little deeper into the religion aspect first. Whats the most popular religion these days? Catholic? Well, in my opinion, Catholicism is forced guilt. Always wanting you to confess your sins and submitting to saying multiple prayers as a form of repentance. Why should you have to repeat yourself? If god is supposedly an all loving, all forgiving god, why to you have to constantly ask for forgiveness? Next! The next highest ranking religion is Islam. And conversion to Islam in America is on the rise. But, if you were raised in a community that was democratic and based on a level playing field( both male and female) how could you believe in any religion that said women were basically a possession that was bought and paid for? And even if your married, say you die for the cause, you get 72 virgins in heaven. How does that signify any respect for the woman you married? Bah, I'm done with that and moving on.... Next up, Mormons...
I saw this comment for a video on youtube, I'm going to post it then respond....
"Mormonism is a ridiculous scam created by a fraudulent self-obsessed liar trying to win back credibility for being convicted in a court of law for being a fraudulent. He was sued by the state for telling people he was "a finder of precious metals in the earth" , and he was getting paid when he never found anything. Its so ridiculous that so many people follow this complete moron. i feel sorry for all these people. "Momonism" should be called "moron-ism" Joseph Smith is a Moron."
What causes this sort of thought? Anger? Hatred? Logical thinking? No, to all of those. It's all based on word of mouth, friends saying this and that, or maybe his/her pastor/priest/shaman "testisfyin'!" Who knows.
As far as the Mormon religion goes, I was raised in it, and I still believe in some aspects of it. The religious part? No, I'm not convinced. But as far as the whole Family values/ respect your elders/ overall treating people right, and just being a good person: I'm good with all that.
Everyone is born with an empty page in front of them. Their parents will write the outline for the first few chapters. After that, the individual must forcefully take the pen and write their own story.
I'm done for tonight.
Goodnight,
-B-
Now, lets look at the other two things mentioned in the title. If you think about it, the same logic applies. If you've spent you're whole life being indoctrinated towards one way of thinking, well, that's what you will believe. Unless, of course, you're one of the few who can step back, look at the big picture, realize the differences and the similarities, and just respect people who have their own beliefs. I have to say that my references toward respecting peoples beliefs only applies to the religion aspect, since racism is just wrong.
I want to dig a little deeper into the religion aspect first. Whats the most popular religion these days? Catholic? Well, in my opinion, Catholicism is forced guilt. Always wanting you to confess your sins and submitting to saying multiple prayers as a form of repentance. Why should you have to repeat yourself? If god is supposedly an all loving, all forgiving god, why to you have to constantly ask for forgiveness? Next! The next highest ranking religion is Islam. And conversion to Islam in America is on the rise. But, if you were raised in a community that was democratic and based on a level playing field( both male and female) how could you believe in any religion that said women were basically a possession that was bought and paid for? And even if your married, say you die for the cause, you get 72 virgins in heaven. How does that signify any respect for the woman you married? Bah, I'm done with that and moving on.... Next up, Mormons...
I saw this comment for a video on youtube, I'm going to post it then respond....
"Mormonism is a ridiculous scam created by a fraudulent self-obsessed liar trying to win back credibility for being convicted in a court of law for being a fraudulent. He was sued by the state for telling people he was "a finder of precious metals in the earth" , and he was getting paid when he never found anything. Its so ridiculous that so many people follow this complete moron. i feel sorry for all these people. "Momonism" should be called "moron-ism" Joseph Smith is a Moron."
What causes this sort of thought? Anger? Hatred? Logical thinking? No, to all of those. It's all based on word of mouth, friends saying this and that, or maybe his/her pastor/priest/shaman "testisfyin'!" Who knows.
As far as the Mormon religion goes, I was raised in it, and I still believe in some aspects of it. The religious part? No, I'm not convinced. But as far as the whole Family values/ respect your elders/ overall treating people right, and just being a good person: I'm good with all that.
Everyone is born with an empty page in front of them. Their parents will write the outline for the first few chapters. After that, the individual must forcefully take the pen and write their own story.
I'm done for tonight.
Goodnight,
-B-
Monday, August 24, 2009
Kids these days.....
I don't know about you folks, but in my opinion, all this texting vocab or TXTing has gotten way out of control. I will admit, without any regret, that I prefer sending text messages to talking on the phone. But, I cannot abide by all this texting shorthand BS. Numbers and letters all jumbled together, missing vowels, lost punctuation, complete removal of grammar, and all that crap.
Now, having said that, I must admit that I do have some wicked texting skills as far as time is concerned. But I type words out, no 2's or 4's or l8tr's in my messages. And I spell my words correctly too. Mostly because I don't want the person recieving them to think I'm an idiot. Obviously, kids these days don't care. They don't have the time to type words out, 'cause they have to get back to watching "The Real World" or "Big Brother", sending more rapid fire texts out to their friends, or updating their Twitter status.
As much as it makes me sound like an asshole, I would love to see all the cell towers shutdown for a day. To watch all the children out there become completely lost and give up all hope because they couldn't text their friends for the 49th time that day, or "Tweet" for the 63rd time, and to watch them just break down into tears 'cause the world hates them and makes them suffer a bit....
I would bathe in those tears while smiling.
And I would point and laugh at every single one of them. For I remember the days when I had to ask permission from my Mom to use the phone to call my girlfriend. And I only was allowed 15 minutes a day. There wasn't any text messaging, no voice mail, hell there wasn't even caller ID back then. A mobile phone weighed 3 pounds, and most of those were wired into the car. It wasn't even called a mobile phone, it was the car phone.
In my opinion, kids, adults, or anything with opposable thumbs shouldn't have a phone unless they can pay for it themselves. 12 yr old kids don't need them. If your kids want one, tell them to get a job and pay for it. Don't come whining to me when your 13 year old kid runs up a 200 dollar phone bill. I warned you.
NEwayz, I'm done 4 2nite, TTYL.
LOL.
I thought that would be funny, but I'm hating myself for even typing it....
-B-
Now, having said that, I must admit that I do have some wicked texting skills as far as time is concerned. But I type words out, no 2's or 4's or l8tr's in my messages. And I spell my words correctly too. Mostly because I don't want the person recieving them to think I'm an idiot. Obviously, kids these days don't care. They don't have the time to type words out, 'cause they have to get back to watching "The Real World" or "Big Brother", sending more rapid fire texts out to their friends, or updating their Twitter status.
As much as it makes me sound like an asshole, I would love to see all the cell towers shutdown for a day. To watch all the children out there become completely lost and give up all hope because they couldn't text their friends for the 49th time that day, or "Tweet" for the 63rd time, and to watch them just break down into tears 'cause the world hates them and makes them suffer a bit....
I would bathe in those tears while smiling.
And I would point and laugh at every single one of them. For I remember the days when I had to ask permission from my Mom to use the phone to call my girlfriend. And I only was allowed 15 minutes a day. There wasn't any text messaging, no voice mail, hell there wasn't even caller ID back then. A mobile phone weighed 3 pounds, and most of those were wired into the car. It wasn't even called a mobile phone, it was the car phone.
In my opinion, kids, adults, or anything with opposable thumbs shouldn't have a phone unless they can pay for it themselves. 12 yr old kids don't need them. If your kids want one, tell them to get a job and pay for it. Don't come whining to me when your 13 year old kid runs up a 200 dollar phone bill. I warned you.
NEwayz, I'm done 4 2nite, TTYL.
LOL.
I thought that would be funny, but I'm hating myself for even typing it....
-B-
Friday, August 21, 2009
Getting Older.... (It's a genetic thing)
This is an excellent email that was passed along to me from my awesome sister. I figured I'd share it with the rest of you. And by "the rest of you" I mean the 2 or 3 people that may read it. Random thoughts from people our age...
-I wish Google Maps had an "Avoid Ghetto" routing option.
-More often than not, when someone is telling me a story all I can think about is that I can't wait for them to finish so that I can tell my own story that's not only better, but also more directly involves me.
-Nothing sucks more than that moment during an argument when you realize you're wrong.
-I don't understand the purpose of the line, "I don't need to drink to have fun." Great, no one does. But why start a fire with flint and sticks when they've invented the lighter?
-Have you ever been walking down the street and realized that you're going in the complete opposite direction of where you are supposed to be going? But instead of just turning a 180 and walking back in the direction from which you came, you have to first do something like check your watch or phone or make a grand arm gesture and mutter to yourself to ensure that no one in the surrounding area thinks you're crazy by randomly switching directions on the sidewalk.
-That's enough, Nickelback.
-I totally take back all those times I didn't want to nap when I was younger.
-Is it just me, or are 80% of the people in the "people you may know" feature on Facebook people that I do know, but I deliberately choose not to be friends with?
-Do you remember when you were a kid, playing Nintendo and it wouldn't work? You take the cartridge out, blow in it and that would magically fix the problem. Every kid in America did that, but how did we all know how to fix the problem? There was no internet or message boards or FAQ's. We just figured it out. Today's kids are soft.
-There is a great need for sarcasm font.
-Sometimes, I'll watch a movie that I watched when I was younger and suddenly realize I had no idea what the f was going on when I first saw it.
-I think everyone has a movie that they love so much, it actually becomes stressful to watch it with other people. I'll end up wasting 90 minutes shiftily glancing around to confirm that everyone's laughing at the right parts, then making sure I laugh just a little bit harder (and a millisecond earlier) to prove that I'm still the only one who really, really gets it.
-How the hell are you supposed to fold a fitted sheet?
-I would rather try to carry 10 plastic grocery bags in each hand than take 2 trips to bring my groceries in.
- I think part of a best friend's job should be to immediately clear your computer history if you die.
-The only time I look forward to a red light is when I’m trying to finish a text.
- A recent study has shown that playing beer pong contributes to the spread of mono and the flu. Yeah, if you suck at it.
- Was learning cursive really necessary?
- Lol has gone from meaning, "laugh out loud" to "I have nothing else to say".
- I have a hard time deciphering the fine line between boredom and hunger.
- Answering the same letter three times or more in a row on a Scantron test is absolutely petrifying.
- My brother's Municipal League baseball team is named the Stepdads. Seeing as none of the guys on the team are actual stepdads, I inquired about the name. He explained, "Cuz we beat you, and you hate us." Classy, bro.
- Whenever someone says "I'm not book smart, but I'm street smart", all I hear is "I'm not real smart, but I'm imaginary smart".
- How many times is it appropriate to say "What?" before you just nod and smile because you still didn't hear what they said?
- I love the sense of camaraderie when an entire line of cars teams up to prevent a dick from cutting in at the front. Stay strong, brothers!
- Every time I have to spell a word over the phone using 'as in' examples, I will undoubtedly draw a blank and sound like a complete idiot. Today I had to spell my boss's last name to an attorney and said "Yes that's G as in...(10 second lapse)..ummm...Goonies"
-What would happen if I hired two private investigators to follow each other?
- While driving yesterday I saw a banana peel in the road and instinctively swerved to avoid it...thanks Mario Kart.
- MapQuest really needs to start their directions on #5. Pretty sure I know how to get out of my neighborhood.
- Obituaries would be a lot more interesting if they told you how the person died.
- I find it hard to believe there are actually people who get in the shower first and THEN turn on the water.
-Shirts get dirty. Underwear gets dirty. Pants? Pants never get dirty, and you can wear them forever.
- I would like to officially coin the phrase 'catching the swine flu' to be used as a way to make fun of a friend for hooking up with an overweight woman. Example: "Dave caught the swine flu last night."
-I can't remember the last time I wasn't at least kind of tired.
- Bad decisions make good stories
-Whenever I'm Facebook stalking someone and I find out that their profile is public I feel like a kid on Christmas morning who just got the Red Ryder BB gun that I always wanted. 546 pictures? Don't mind if I do!
- Is it just me or do high school girls get sluttier & sluttier every year?
-If Carmen San Diego and Waldo ever got together, their offspring would probably just be completely invisible.
-Why is it that during an ice-breaker, when the whole room has to go around and say their name and where they are from, I get so incredibly nervous? Like I know my name, I know where I'm from, this shouldn't be a problem....
-You never know when it will strike, but there comes a moment at work when you've made up your mind that you just aren't doing anything productive for the rest of the day.
-Can we all just agree to ignore whatever comes after DVDs? I don't want to have to restart my collection.
-There's no worse feeling than that millisecond you're sure you are going to die after leaning your chair back a little too far.
-I'm always slightly terrified when I exit out of Word and it asks me if I want to save any changes to my ten page research paper that I swear I did not make any changes to.
- "Do not machine wash or tumble dry" means I will never wash this ever.
-I hate being the one with the remote in a room full of people watching TV. There's so much pressure. 'I love this show, but will they judge me if I keep it on? I bet everyone is wishing we weren't watching this. It's only a matter of time before they all get up and leave the room. Will we still be friends after this?'
-I hate when I just miss a call by the last ring (Hello? Hello? Dammit!), but when I immediately call back, it rings nine times and goes to voicemail. What'd you do after I didn't answer? Drop the phone and run away?
- I hate leaving my house confident and looking good and then not seeing anyone of importance the entire day. What a waste.
-When I meet a new girl, I'm terrified of mentioning something she hasn't already told me but that I have learned from some light internet stalking.
-I like all of the music in my iTunes, except when it's on shuffle, then I like about one in every fifteen songs in my iTunes.
-Why is a school zone 20 mph? That seems like the optimal cruising speed for pedophiles...
- As a driver I hate pedestrians, and as a pedestrian I hate drivers, but no matter what the mode of transportation, I always hate cyclists.
-Sometimes I'll look down at my watch 3 consecutive times and still not know what time it is.
-It should probably be called Unplanned Parenthood.
-I keep some people's phone numbers in my phone just so I know not to answer when they call.
-Even if I knew your social security number, I wouldn't know what do to with it.
-Even under ideal conditions people have trouble locating their car keys in a pocket, hitting the G-spot, and Pinning the Tail on the Donkey - but I’d bet my ass everyone can find and push the Snooze button from 3 feet away, in about 1.7 seconds, eyes closed, first time every time...
-My 4-year old son asked me in the car the other day "Dad what would happen if you ran over a ninja?" How the hell do I respond to that?
-It really pisses me off when I want to read a story on CNN.com and the link takes me to a video instead of text.
-I wonder if cops ever get pissed off at the fact that everyone they drive behind obeys the speed limit.
-I think the freezer deserves a light as well.
-I disagree with Kay Jewelers. I would bet on any given Friday or Saturday night more kisses begin with Miller Lites than Kay.
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-I wish Google Maps had an "Avoid Ghetto" routing option.
-More often than not, when someone is telling me a story all I can think about is that I can't wait for them to finish so that I can tell my own story that's not only better, but also more directly involves me.
-Nothing sucks more than that moment during an argument when you realize you're wrong.
-I don't understand the purpose of the line, "I don't need to drink to have fun." Great, no one does. But why start a fire with flint and sticks when they've invented the lighter?
-Have you ever been walking down the street and realized that you're going in the complete opposite direction of where you are supposed to be going? But instead of just turning a 180 and walking back in the direction from which you came, you have to first do something like check your watch or phone or make a grand arm gesture and mutter to yourself to ensure that no one in the surrounding area thinks you're crazy by randomly switching directions on the sidewalk.
-That's enough, Nickelback.
-I totally take back all those times I didn't want to nap when I was younger.
-Is it just me, or are 80% of the people in the "people you may know" feature on Facebook people that I do know, but I deliberately choose not to be friends with?
-Do you remember when you were a kid, playing Nintendo and it wouldn't work? You take the cartridge out, blow in it and that would magically fix the problem. Every kid in America did that, but how did we all know how to fix the problem? There was no internet or message boards or FAQ's. We just figured it out. Today's kids are soft.
-There is a great need for sarcasm font.
-Sometimes, I'll watch a movie that I watched when I was younger and suddenly realize I had no idea what the f was going on when I first saw it.
-I think everyone has a movie that they love so much, it actually becomes stressful to watch it with other people. I'll end up wasting 90 minutes shiftily glancing around to confirm that everyone's laughing at the right parts, then making sure I laugh just a little bit harder (and a millisecond earlier) to prove that I'm still the only one who really, really gets it.
-How the hell are you supposed to fold a fitted sheet?
-I would rather try to carry 10 plastic grocery bags in each hand than take 2 trips to bring my groceries in.
- I think part of a best friend's job should be to immediately clear your computer history if you die.
-The only time I look forward to a red light is when I’m trying to finish a text.
- A recent study has shown that playing beer pong contributes to the spread of mono and the flu. Yeah, if you suck at it.
- Was learning cursive really necessary?
- Lol has gone from meaning, "laugh out loud" to "I have nothing else to say".
- I have a hard time deciphering the fine line between boredom and hunger.
- Answering the same letter three times or more in a row on a Scantron test is absolutely petrifying.
- My brother's Municipal League baseball team is named the Stepdads. Seeing as none of the guys on the team are actual stepdads, I inquired about the name. He explained, "Cuz we beat you, and you hate us." Classy, bro.
- Whenever someone says "I'm not book smart, but I'm street smart", all I hear is "I'm not real smart, but I'm imaginary smart".
- How many times is it appropriate to say "What?" before you just nod and smile because you still didn't hear what they said?
- I love the sense of camaraderie when an entire line of cars teams up to prevent a dick from cutting in at the front. Stay strong, brothers!
- Every time I have to spell a word over the phone using 'as in' examples, I will undoubtedly draw a blank and sound like a complete idiot. Today I had to spell my boss's last name to an attorney and said "Yes that's G as in...(10 second lapse)..ummm...Goonies"
-What would happen if I hired two private investigators to follow each other?
- While driving yesterday I saw a banana peel in the road and instinctively swerved to avoid it...thanks Mario Kart.
- MapQuest really needs to start their directions on #5. Pretty sure I know how to get out of my neighborhood.
- Obituaries would be a lot more interesting if they told you how the person died.
- I find it hard to believe there are actually people who get in the shower first and THEN turn on the water.
-Shirts get dirty. Underwear gets dirty. Pants? Pants never get dirty, and you can wear them forever.
- I would like to officially coin the phrase 'catching the swine flu' to be used as a way to make fun of a friend for hooking up with an overweight woman. Example: "Dave caught the swine flu last night."
-I can't remember the last time I wasn't at least kind of tired.
- Bad decisions make good stories
-Whenever I'm Facebook stalking someone and I find out that their profile is public I feel like a kid on Christmas morning who just got the Red Ryder BB gun that I always wanted. 546 pictures? Don't mind if I do!
- Is it just me or do high school girls get sluttier & sluttier every year?
-If Carmen San Diego and Waldo ever got together, their offspring would probably just be completely invisible.
-Why is it that during an ice-breaker, when the whole room has to go around and say their name and where they are from, I get so incredibly nervous? Like I know my name, I know where I'm from, this shouldn't be a problem....
-You never know when it will strike, but there comes a moment at work when you've made up your mind that you just aren't doing anything productive for the rest of the day.
-Can we all just agree to ignore whatever comes after DVDs? I don't want to have to restart my collection.
-There's no worse feeling than that millisecond you're sure you are going to die after leaning your chair back a little too far.
-I'm always slightly terrified when I exit out of Word and it asks me if I want to save any changes to my ten page research paper that I swear I did not make any changes to.
- "Do not machine wash or tumble dry" means I will never wash this ever.
-I hate being the one with the remote in a room full of people watching TV. There's so much pressure. 'I love this show, but will they judge me if I keep it on? I bet everyone is wishing we weren't watching this. It's only a matter of time before they all get up and leave the room. Will we still be friends after this?'
-I hate when I just miss a call by the last ring (Hello? Hello? Dammit!), but when I immediately call back, it rings nine times and goes to voicemail. What'd you do after I didn't answer? Drop the phone and run away?
- I hate leaving my house confident and looking good and then not seeing anyone of importance the entire day. What a waste.
-When I meet a new girl, I'm terrified of mentioning something she hasn't already told me but that I have learned from some light internet stalking.
-I like all of the music in my iTunes, except when it's on shuffle, then I like about one in every fifteen songs in my iTunes.
-Why is a school zone 20 mph? That seems like the optimal cruising speed for pedophiles...
- As a driver I hate pedestrians, and as a pedestrian I hate drivers, but no matter what the mode of transportation, I always hate cyclists.
-Sometimes I'll look down at my watch 3 consecutive times and still not know what time it is.
-It should probably be called Unplanned Parenthood.
-I keep some people's phone numbers in my phone just so I know not to answer when they call.
-Even if I knew your social security number, I wouldn't know what do to with it.
-Even under ideal conditions people have trouble locating their car keys in a pocket, hitting the G-spot, and Pinning the Tail on the Donkey - but I’d bet my ass everyone can find and push the Snooze button from 3 feet away, in about 1.7 seconds, eyes closed, first time every time...
-My 4-year old son asked me in the car the other day "Dad what would happen if you ran over a ninja?" How the hell do I respond to that?
-It really pisses me off when I want to read a story on CNN.com and the link takes me to a video instead of text.
-I wonder if cops ever get pissed off at the fact that everyone they drive behind obeys the speed limit.
-I think the freezer deserves a light as well.
-I disagree with Kay Jewelers. I would bet on any given Friday or Saturday night more kisses begin with Miller Lites than Kay.
-The other night I ordered takeout, and when I looked in the bag, saw they had included four sets of plastic silverware. In other words, someone at the restaurant packed my order, took a second to think about it, and then estimated that there must be at least four people eating to require such a large amount of food. Too bad I was eating by myself. There's nothing like being made to feel like a fat bastard before dinner.
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Machine-gun brainwaves.....
I acctually wrote a pretty long post, touching on multitudes of current media topics, and just as I clicked on "Publish Now" it froze. So, I'm going use my steel-toe boot and kick the hell out of my computer in a few seconds for no other reason than it pissed me the hell off... Counting down....
5...4.....3....2...
......Connection lost........
Thursday, July 9, 2009
Come on in, the water's.... fine?
Suprisingly, I'm in a mood to write, and it's not a pissy or introspective mood. Hey, it happens once in a while. Bear with me if you will....
There have been some good things that have happened in my life lately, and I wish to share them. It's my stinkin' space, so I can do what I want here. So here goes, (and I have to do it in a list format, 'cause otherwise I'll forget stuff):
1. I achieved Uncle status by one more tick on the scale. Which now brings me to a total of 8. Let's see, there's Jeryn, Roenen, Desi, Simeon, Carter, Canyon, Sheridan, and Colter. All of them are great kids too. I haven't yet met Colter, but I hope to soon.
2. I met a girl. And I really like her. I'm not going to go into detail on this because I do not want to jinx it. Hopefully I didn't just do exactly that.
3. Still have a job. No need to go into depth on this one.
4. Orenthal has come home. C'mon, it's a white Bronco, what other name would have worked?
5. I've bought new guns. Finally aquired a pistol, and I picked up a lever-action .22. From what I hear, according to new laws, owning 5 guns or more makes you a Militia. I'm almost there. I would be, but pellet guns don't count.
6. I made it past the age of 30, without dying or landing in prison. And that, is an achievement that I once thought I'd never accomplish.
7. I started working on the Scout to bring it back to life. It's still midway through the first round of surgery, but hey, at least I'm making some progress. I hope to bring it back to life in a way that it will last several generations. It belonged to my Grandfather, and along with my microwave, it's what I have that previously belonged to him that I can preserve and pass down the family tree. Most people look at it as a piece of junk, I see it as an heirloom.
I know, it's a short list. But hey, that many good things happening for me in just a few months is awesome. Besides, I could have used this space and time pissing and moaning about trivial stuff like I normally do. Actually, that reminds me, I read this article last night that just set my teeth on edge. It's was about....
Nah, I'll just stop while I'm behind...
I'm done, Goodnight.....
-B-
Sunday, June 14, 2009
Curiosity killed the cat....
Most people know me as a guy who isn't religiously tied down. In fact I view religion as a crutch for people who can't bear the though of knowing that you are alone in this world. They always have to believe at least Jesus is backing them up, and supporting them, if no one else will. And I also believe that religion is most likely the sole cause for most of the problems in the world today. All the different sects saying "God said I have to do this" or "God said I should kill you for your beliefs." Or even the whole bit about "God said I should wage a war against you and kill everyone who doesn't believe what I do." Pardon my language, but it's all bullshit. From what I've learned, most religions believe in one god. And this god created man in his image. He put one man and one woman on this planet, and everyone alive today is a descendant of them. So, basically, no matter what your interpretation of his words may be, if you choose to fight people who think differently, you're basically fighting or killing your extended family. And pretty much every religious sect preaches about putting your family first.
In my opinion, fighting for your religion, against some other religious group, is only making your denomination look worse. All of this holy war bullshit is just a glorified version of "My dad can beat up your dad." When, in theory, both dads are the same guy, and he just wants them all to get along.
My theory on the whole religion and God bit? I've been taught that we were created in God's image. But there is scientific proof of evolution. So if this whole "God's image" thing is true, he must be hunched over and really hairy. Besides, there's all kinds of proof that this world (Earth) is millions of years old, and mankind has only existed in the last 3rd of it. But, I will recant everything I've said if someone can show me proof of heaven or hell.
Blind faith is exactly that. Blind. People say you just have to have faith. I can have the utmost faith in the fact that I'll own a Ferrari by next Tuesday. It won't happen, but the fact that I had faith, and truly believed it, should make it true. Not so.
Either way, I'm done for tonight. Argue with me if you want, speak your mind, and I'll listen to all you have to say.
I'm out....
-B-
Monday, April 27, 2009
There's something on my face... Tastes like egg...
I can't believe I was stupid enough to actually talk trash against the whole digital movement in a blog.
Here I am, denouncing technology, and wishing for the old days, in a modern format.
I'd ask for people to punch me for me my stupidity, but I think my knowing my mistake is shame enough.
I used to believe I was intelligent.
-B-
Mom? What's a "Stamp?"....
As far as the title of this goes, that was actually something I heard while at the post office a while back. It was said by a girl who was probably around 15-16 yrs old, and she was rapid-fire "texting" someone, and or emailing/twittering, updating Facebook status, yadda yadda yadda.
I remember back to what is now called the "old days" when all you had was a home phone. And some of you might remember the days before that. Then came Pagers, or beepers, or whatever the heck you wanted to call them. It was a huge stepping stone in communication. Mobile phones at that time were huge chunky devices that had to be constantly plugged into the cig lighter, and actually resembled a WWII radio. A satchel with a handset attatched to it.
But nowadays, all that is changed. Instant communication, via text, electronic mail, and even video; swapped between handheld devices that are smaller than a deck of cards. It's hard to believe that 10 yrs ago, having a battery operated cell phone was a symbol of being high class.
Unfortunately, I think we take all this for granted. Yes, it is awesome to be able to update Mom on how I'm doing today by sending her a few typed words. Or a picture of me and my friends doing something fun.
Or, from a business point of view, Emailing a resume, or handing it in in person, presenting yourself, and giving them the opportunity to judge you in the here and now, by who you are, not by what the paper says.
Anyhow, I'm going to get to my meaning of all this....
Lately, I've become wrapped up in all this digital BS, but I'm tired of it. Whatever happened to having a conversation? One that included spoken word and not crappy shorthand stuff like OMG, or IDK. Its horribly unfortunate that people forgot how to spell "two" or "to" and therefore had to type "2" instead.
And, don't get me started on the crap that is "LOL."
I'm done. Goodnight.
-B-
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