Wednesday, 23 March 2005
Now Playing: Green Day - Homecoming
Okay, okay, it has been about forever and a half in dog years since I last entered into this little endeavor of life codenamed 'my blog', but still, that should give you the impression that I have a lot to type about. However, if you were to have assumed that, you would have been horribly....correct. So what if I didn't reveal a full and utterly mindnumbing sense of irony seemingly dropping on you like a 40 gallon bag full of tennis balls from the other side of the gravity chamber....well....tossed, i guess.
Anywho, I enjoy these little tangents. Anyone who disagrees: you can't disagree with my opinion. It is mine, and thusly, not yours. An epiphany I say.
Over the course of this forever and a half, I got worked to the brink of sanity (I know, how did I survive almost not needing therapy?), almost failed two classes, put in my two weeks notice after the boss wouldn't meet my demands, a week into my two weeks, the boss walked out on the job, my demands were met....by the district manager....and I now have 4 people gunning (with machine guns of monotony, the most threatening of all workforce weaponry) to get me my overly deserved raise. Now, instead of the 37 hours + school weeks I was working, I now have a flippin' awesome 16 and a half hours, which includes the benefits of 4 days off a week and a lower tax bracket, so I only make 50 bucks less per check.
And for anyone who wanted to know, the song is still not done. Almost, but not quite. Wait for it......................................................................Now. It is complete. A 9.4 minute compilation of a bunch of songs merging together into a soliloquy of musical mastery. And now, to finish the post with my new favorite DragonForce song, Starfire.
I have completely lost track of my train. It was quite the speedy train and I doubt that my speed and vigor after being up this long has the potency required to regain my spot on the caboose. That, personally, was a great metaphor. You know it!
Well, seeing as I've overstayed my welcome in this pixel based thatched roof college of a blog, I shall end this out as normal.
Here is your thought:
"Oh, a pacifist...isn't that what babies suck on?"
"No, you're thinking of a pedifile."
"That's not right at all...it's a pacifier"
"Oh, I don't know what I was thinking then..."
Thursday, 23 December 2004
My Oncoming Insanity
Now Playing: Cake - Tougher Than It Is
First of all, before I begin to rant about the title, I would like to reflect upon the newest Cake cd. It is the first cd I have bought in a good 6 months, and I find it to be a decent cd. However, to my (and i use this word loosely) dismay, Rolling Stone magazine has given it a 2 out of 5.
I now, and officially forever will from now on, hate Rolling Stone magazine. Any money that has been directly or indirectly given to them by me will now be cut off. I will discover all, if any, amounts of money given to them and stop giving it. Also, I will no longer refer to them as Rolling Stone magazine, but as a slightly reminiscent, yet agreeably different name. This name shall be "Meandering Rock Press and Bindery Assortments ltd.". So, from now on, the MRPBA shall forever and a half be hated by me and, by means of last will intestament and a threat of losing all of their inheritances, hated by my children as well.
Now, with that over and done with, on to my revelation upon which I stumbled about 10 minutes ago. I realized as I drank my strangely milk flavoured (notice the old world awesomeness) water, that it is quite possible that in my search for total sanity, I have become insane. It is a paradox that I never realized could happen. Yet, it is very logical. Overdoing something usually results in an adverse and opposite, even unwanted, outcome. This can be shown well with this equation that you of the math world will understand. The function 'f' of 'u' is equal to the speed of light divided by the constant 'k' [ f(u)=c/k ]. As you can see, this explains the insanity quite well.
Anywho, I am pretty ranted out. Peace for now, and if you see me on the street with anything but a roll of duct tape, know that I am crazy and should be handled with care....care being a straight jacket.
Here's your thought: "Why do I hate Meandering Rock Press and Bindery Assortments ltd. so much? Is it because the writers are horrible at reviewing things and still get paid 4 times as much as me?"
Yes....yes it is.
Sunday, 28 November 2004
A new era of blogging...
Now Playing: Metallica - Nothing Else Matters (begins merging into) Magical Trevor
Via this tangent of thought, this utterly mind numbing expression of human innovation, which I have lovingly referred to as 'my blog', I have given you my opinions, my thoughts, and most importantly, my views of the world as it is and should be. Now, with a year worth of practice entries, I'm going to try and take an hour or so to refine my writing (or typing depending upon how literal I need to be) skills.
And, this is how I'm going to do it. First, I'll do as I normally do, just with some more refining (which would mean proofreading and changing things that don't flow together smoothly. It is by these means that I will become adept enough that my rantings could, quite possibly, attract a crowd of nerdy followers. Good plan, yes?
So, anyway, I need to, first of all, find something that I find annoying/changeable. Just as I typed that, I realized the one thing right now that annoys me to the fullest extent of my being. Its existence is meant purely to plague me with overly eager "Anything I can help you (and screw you over) with today?" guy who probably works on commission, and trying to get me to buy $7.50 in equipment for my surround sound for $50. It was enough for me to want to go slaughter the innocent with a machete made completely of human bones. Not bones of people I killed. Ones from those who died of natural causes. Causes like an Ebola virus blanket. In fact, all employees of the places that torment me should be slaughtered with Indian bone machetes. A suiting death for equally murderous places.
Well, anyway, so I don't get caught up in that tangent, I'll start this paragraph and reveal the annoyance which most refer to as Radio Shack. I think their trademark is "You had questions, so we killed your messiah." or something along those lines. Somewhere between walking in and the helper trying to have me buy 4 separate $17 cables, I started thinking "Hmmm...smashing my car into the front door of this place and running over this guy seems like a good idea." So, anyway, I told him I'd be back in a few minutes, and drove over to Best Buy, picked up what I needed for a TOTAL of $7.50 (compared to the $RAPE Radio HELL was trying to charge) and decided to keep up my promise and returned to Radio HELL and showed the guy who was trying to rape me what I bought for an 8th of what he was trying to charge me and he thusly put the stick, which he was going to try and shove up my ass at the counter after I paid him, away. As I drove away, I'm pretty sure I saw a 'Going out of Business' sign being put up as everyone left the store after seeing that Radio HELL got it's face beaten in by Best Buy. It was quite the effective day. That was definitely a refreshing use of my time.
I try to entertain, and hope the refining has helped. And, above all else, I have always tried to give you a good thought to tide you over until the next post.
So, here it is. Your thought: "How does Radio shack keep selling crap when all of the employees rape their customers during and after the sale. You'd think the pain alone would keep them away."
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