I don't understand Google Buzz. Is it supposed to compete with Twitter? Facebook? What? I don't get it. I don't twit. I don't face. I don't think I want to buzz.
I really wish they had given me some warning before it showed up so I could take steps to not be involved.
Yes, I went and I unbuzzed everyone on my list (sorry if you were one of 'em and it upset you) and then hid the buzz link, but it really shouldn't have shown up at all unless I wanted it there in the first place.
Christ, it sort of reminds me of when Microsoft got a hold of Hotmail and started adding links and scrolls and all sorts of other crap that drove me to Gmail in the first place. What happened to just having a simple, free(ish) e-mail account that didn't try to constantly "lead" me to content that I may be interested in?
Other people may love this kind of shit, getting force fed snippets of information, but I don't.
Fuck you Google for this bullshit. From what I've checked out, you're still the cleanest free e-mail I can get (since I can take steps hide all crap I don't want to use). Let me control my fucking content before it appears. You're not making my interblogs time easier or more fun, you just creating clutter.
And I'm not a fan of clutter fucks.
Showing posts with label bile. Show all posts
Showing posts with label bile. Show all posts
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Friday, September 26, 2008
Fear and Loathing
Left work early yesterday. I just filled out the form saying I was sick, gave it to my supervisor to sign, and left.
I wasn't really sick, just fed-up, angry, frustrated, sad, depressed, afraid, and defeated.
It started, as usual, with the just waking up and coming to work thing. If you've read that post from a couple of days ago, you get it.
Then I read the responses to that post. To shorten and respond:
VOLUNTEER!
(Sorry, just too selfish to volunteer. Don't care to "help" people I don't care for or know.)
BURNOUT! GET SOME HELP!
(From whom? From where? Is there a magical person or pill or something that will suddenly make me forget the frustration and annoyance work creates by it blocking my ability to do my work in a timely, efficient, and accurate manner and just go?)
JUST STOP THIS CYCLE!
(What cycle? Before this new program was forced upon us I didn't like my thoughtless, skill-less job, but it was tolerable. All the horribleness I've been experiencing is new to me.
Or is this in reference to the do nothingness at my apartment?)
IT'S JUST NOT WORTH FEELING SO BAD!
(What's not worth feeling so bad? The job? Or quitting without another job in place and going to live with my parents all the while fearing that, as has happened in the past, I won't be able to find another job that doesn't involve me selling food and drinks to people and then smelling like the product I sell even after a shower?)
WHAT SORT OF JOB ARE YOU LOOKING FOR!
(The kind where I don't have to deal with people who want things or expect things or talk to me and yet I still get a paid a decent livable wage and a retirement fund that'll allow me to live comfortably when I'm older without having to work a part-time job.)
After that a coworker reminded me of a union meeting where they wanted to talk to us about the camel spunk program we're forced to use.
On the way to the meeting the supervisor cornered me to ask me how my job hunt was going. Then she decided to force feed me platitudes: "There's something out there waiting." (Well, I wish it'd stop waiting. I'm ready to move on!) "Everything will turn out in your favor." (I've yet to ever see evidence of that.) "It's always darkest before the dawn." (Bullshit, it's just as dark just before just before dawn as it is just before dawn.) "Good things come to those who wait." (Since when? I guess you can't say, "Help comes to those who help themselves" since so many interviews later I'm still at the same job.) "All you need is hope." (No, what I need is a new job.)
That really made thinking hard. Really, I only have the capacity to get through the day with bad thinking on only one subject. The shit program was the main one for yesterday because of the meeting. When she brought up job hunting and interviews and stuff that put another set of horrible thoughts in my head.
I rushed off to the meeting where the first thing I asked was what they hope to accomplish with this stuff. The lady said that they were holding these meetings at boards all over the state to find out what we all think. I asked again what, realistically, they hope to accomplish by gathering this information. What are they going to do with it? She glared at me, then sighed and said that at all the meet 'n greet, or what ever they're called, things people like her have with management, management keeps saying that this program works perfectly, better than expected, in fact, and that all the employees are happier than they've ever been. Basically, she told me, without using these actual words, that at these meet 'n greet things people like her want to have documentation to support them when they stand up and say "BULLSHIT!"
So we, her and eight people from my office, talked, well, complained really. Examples were given and suggestions were made. Will anything come of it? I have no faith in the union. Negotiations for our contract are going to be shut down after Tuesday so those who need to campaign can campaign during the month before the election. The Governator isn't going to have his people negotiate even if there's a lame duck legislature in November and December. Hell, he's even kept saying he's going to enforce his executive decision to keep our pay at $6.55 and hour and keep part-time people fired, at least until December. So, I think the meeting will do us no good and it didn't even make me feel good to complain with others.
On the way back from the meeting, knowing that I'd have to spend at least 30 minutes of vacation time on it, my supervisor cornered me and started going on about hope and faith and such fucking nonsense again. I pushed past her to get to my desk.
In my e-mail was a letter showing me jobs at schools. At schools dealing with annoying kids, but also their asshole parents. A lump grew in my throat.
I settled in, took a deep breath, and finished a pile of work, filled out the form, and said I was sick so I wouldn't have to be at work for five hours. I knew I wasn't going to be able to accomplish anything more for the day. I got it signed by the supervisor, who force fed some more clichés, and left.
At my apartment I basically did what I talked about in that post, just for five extra hours.
Around 8:30 this morning, my supervisor came over, put her hand on my shoulder, and asked how I was doing and, without waiting for an answer, started in again about a job search. I stopped her and told her that I can't have this conversation with her today or I'd have to leave again. She looked at me and smiled, like I was joking. Please leave, I said, moving my hands in a brushing away gesture. She moved out of my cubi and started in again. I interrupted her and said it was this sort of talk with her yesterday that made me leave and if she was planning to go on I'd have to leave again. She frowned at me. I turned back to my work and started talking. Please go, I said. She went.
I wasn't really sick, just fed-up, angry, frustrated, sad, depressed, afraid, and defeated.
It started, as usual, with the just waking up and coming to work thing. If you've read that post from a couple of days ago, you get it.
Then I read the responses to that post. To shorten and respond:
VOLUNTEER!
(Sorry, just too selfish to volunteer. Don't care to "help" people I don't care for or know.)
BURNOUT! GET SOME HELP!
(From whom? From where? Is there a magical person or pill or something that will suddenly make me forget the frustration and annoyance work creates by it blocking my ability to do my work in a timely, efficient, and accurate manner and just go?)
JUST STOP THIS CYCLE!
(What cycle? Before this new program was forced upon us I didn't like my thoughtless, skill-less job, but it was tolerable. All the horribleness I've been experiencing is new to me.
Or is this in reference to the do nothingness at my apartment?)
IT'S JUST NOT WORTH FEELING SO BAD!
(What's not worth feeling so bad? The job? Or quitting without another job in place and going to live with my parents all the while fearing that, as has happened in the past, I won't be able to find another job that doesn't involve me selling food and drinks to people and then smelling like the product I sell even after a shower?)
WHAT SORT OF JOB ARE YOU LOOKING FOR!
(The kind where I don't have to deal with people who want things or expect things or talk to me and yet I still get a paid a decent livable wage and a retirement fund that'll allow me to live comfortably when I'm older without having to work a part-time job.)
After that a coworker reminded me of a union meeting where they wanted to talk to us about the camel spunk program we're forced to use.
On the way to the meeting the supervisor cornered me to ask me how my job hunt was going. Then she decided to force feed me platitudes: "There's something out there waiting." (Well, I wish it'd stop waiting. I'm ready to move on!) "Everything will turn out in your favor." (I've yet to ever see evidence of that.) "It's always darkest before the dawn." (Bullshit, it's just as dark just before just before dawn as it is just before dawn.) "Good things come to those who wait." (Since when? I guess you can't say, "Help comes to those who help themselves" since so many interviews later I'm still at the same job.) "All you need is hope." (No, what I need is a new job.)
That really made thinking hard. Really, I only have the capacity to get through the day with bad thinking on only one subject. The shit program was the main one for yesterday because of the meeting. When she brought up job hunting and interviews and stuff that put another set of horrible thoughts in my head.
I rushed off to the meeting where the first thing I asked was what they hope to accomplish with this stuff. The lady said that they were holding these meetings at boards all over the state to find out what we all think. I asked again what, realistically, they hope to accomplish by gathering this information. What are they going to do with it? She glared at me, then sighed and said that at all the meet 'n greet, or what ever they're called, things people like her have with management, management keeps saying that this program works perfectly, better than expected, in fact, and that all the employees are happier than they've ever been. Basically, she told me, without using these actual words, that at these meet 'n greet things people like her want to have documentation to support them when they stand up and say "BULLSHIT!"
So we, her and eight people from my office, talked, well, complained really. Examples were given and suggestions were made. Will anything come of it? I have no faith in the union. Negotiations for our contract are going to be shut down after Tuesday so those who need to campaign can campaign during the month before the election. The Governator isn't going to have his people negotiate even if there's a lame duck legislature in November and December. Hell, he's even kept saying he's going to enforce his executive decision to keep our pay at $6.55 and hour and keep part-time people fired, at least until December. So, I think the meeting will do us no good and it didn't even make me feel good to complain with others.
On the way back from the meeting, knowing that I'd have to spend at least 30 minutes of vacation time on it, my supervisor cornered me and started going on about hope and faith and such fucking nonsense again. I pushed past her to get to my desk.
In my e-mail was a letter showing me jobs at schools. At schools dealing with annoying kids, but also their asshole parents. A lump grew in my throat.
I settled in, took a deep breath, and finished a pile of work, filled out the form, and said I was sick so I wouldn't have to be at work for five hours. I knew I wasn't going to be able to accomplish anything more for the day. I got it signed by the supervisor, who force fed some more clichés, and left.
At my apartment I basically did what I talked about in that post, just for five extra hours.
Around 8:30 this morning, my supervisor came over, put her hand on my shoulder, and asked how I was doing and, without waiting for an answer, started in again about a job search. I stopped her and told her that I can't have this conversation with her today or I'd have to leave again. She looked at me and smiled, like I was joking. Please leave, I said, moving my hands in a brushing away gesture. She moved out of my cubi and started in again. I interrupted her and said it was this sort of talk with her yesterday that made me leave and if she was planning to go on I'd have to leave again. She frowned at me. I turned back to my work and started talking. Please go, I said. She went.
Wednesday, May 07, 2008
Hypocrisy?
It may be an exaggeration, but I hate the CSI shows with a fiery passion.
The first time I watched an episode was while I was visiting some friends. They enjoyed the show. I was pretty indifferent about it until they did something really, really stupid:
The team found a body that had been stabbed. To find out what kind of a blade was used to stab the guy, the lab person decided it was best to pour plaster into the wound and, after it had hardened, use the casting to to find the type of blade.
I need to repeat that: They poured plaster into a hole in a humans gut and got a perfect casting of a knife blade.
My brain immediately cried out "BULLSHIT!"
I've used plaster to make castings in sand and dirt and always the plaster has pushed some of the sand or dirt out from the point that I poured it. Always. And the inside of a human body is way squishier than sand. That plaster would have gone into the cut and spread out, pushing the flesh out, and then hardened into a lump that looked nothing like a knife.
Then there was the episode where a woman lined up a hundred little lasers to show where each and every bullet came from. Sure, it looked cool in the dark, dusty room, but I just couldn't believe that any police department did that, even on in Vegas.
The knife and the lasers may have set me off, but I could have forgiven the pseudoscience if the police work had been more realistic. CSI people, no matter their rank, don't do the foot work. They take pictures of the crime scene. They look for any evidence. They analyze the evidence. And they take their analysis to the detectives on the cases and the district attorney's office. They don't, or very rarely, draw their sidearm and chase suspects into abandoned building then grill 'em in an interrogation room until the suspect breaks down and confesses or at least points them to the right person. No. They spend most of their time in a lab, playing with chemicals and such to build evidence that the DA can use in court.
Now, if the show choose only one crazy thing to do, the pseudoscience or super-CSIs, I may have been more forgiving, but the show does both, and it drives me nuts.
I think I've given the original CSI a fair shake. I've watched several episodes, by choice. I watched the two directed by Quentin Tarantino because I hoped that he could bring something new to the show. He didn't. They looked and sounded and felt exactly like a regular episode. I watched the Wil Wheaton episode because for a time I actually thought I could support his acting career by doing so. I'm pretty sure it didn't, though. And there have been other random episodes here and there, but nothing has convinced me that it's worth my time.
Of the New York one, I've only seen the episode from Miami that introduced the basic characters. I have to admit that out of the three main guys on these shows, Gary Sinise chews the scenery the best. Still can't bring myself to watch the show, though.
All that said, I have to admit that I've seen quite a few episodes of CSI: Miami. I wish I could say that it was because I only get two channels that aren't in Spanish or about "God." No. I wish I could say that it's better than the others in the franchise. It's not. I can't stand the guy in charge of the department. He sucks.
The only reason I watch CSI: Miami is Emily Procter. Not only is she stunning, she has a wonderful Southern accent that tickles my fancy. (It tickled my fancy years before when she played Ainsley Hayes on West Wing, too.)
So, I will continue to hate the CSI shows, but until Ms. Procter leaves, I'm afraid I'll be watching one.
The first time I watched an episode was while I was visiting some friends. They enjoyed the show. I was pretty indifferent about it until they did something really, really stupid:
The team found a body that had been stabbed. To find out what kind of a blade was used to stab the guy, the lab person decided it was best to pour plaster into the wound and, after it had hardened, use the casting to to find the type of blade.
I need to repeat that: They poured plaster into a hole in a humans gut and got a perfect casting of a knife blade.
My brain immediately cried out "BULLSHIT!"
I've used plaster to make castings in sand and dirt and always the plaster has pushed some of the sand or dirt out from the point that I poured it. Always. And the inside of a human body is way squishier than sand. That plaster would have gone into the cut and spread out, pushing the flesh out, and then hardened into a lump that looked nothing like a knife.
Then there was the episode where a woman lined up a hundred little lasers to show where each and every bullet came from. Sure, it looked cool in the dark, dusty room, but I just couldn't believe that any police department did that, even on in Vegas.
The knife and the lasers may have set me off, but I could have forgiven the pseudoscience if the police work had been more realistic. CSI people, no matter their rank, don't do the foot work. They take pictures of the crime scene. They look for any evidence. They analyze the evidence. And they take their analysis to the detectives on the cases and the district attorney's office. They don't, or very rarely, draw their sidearm and chase suspects into abandoned building then grill 'em in an interrogation room until the suspect breaks down and confesses or at least points them to the right person. No. They spend most of their time in a lab, playing with chemicals and such to build evidence that the DA can use in court.
Now, if the show choose only one crazy thing to do, the pseudoscience or super-CSIs, I may have been more forgiving, but the show does both, and it drives me nuts.
I think I've given the original CSI a fair shake. I've watched several episodes, by choice. I watched the two directed by Quentin Tarantino because I hoped that he could bring something new to the show. He didn't. They looked and sounded and felt exactly like a regular episode. I watched the Wil Wheaton episode because for a time I actually thought I could support his acting career by doing so. I'm pretty sure it didn't, though. And there have been other random episodes here and there, but nothing has convinced me that it's worth my time.
Of the New York one, I've only seen the episode from Miami that introduced the basic characters. I have to admit that out of the three main guys on these shows, Gary Sinise chews the scenery the best. Still can't bring myself to watch the show, though.
All that said, I have to admit that I've seen quite a few episodes of CSI: Miami. I wish I could say that it was because I only get two channels that aren't in Spanish or about "God." No. I wish I could say that it's better than the others in the franchise. It's not. I can't stand the guy in charge of the department. He sucks.
The only reason I watch CSI: Miami is Emily Procter. Not only is she stunning, she has a wonderful Southern accent that tickles my fancy. (It tickled my fancy years before when she played Ainsley Hayes on West Wing, too.)
So, I will continue to hate the CSI shows, but until Ms. Procter leaves, I'm afraid I'll be watching one.
Wednesday, December 05, 2007
From My MySpace Blog
It's been a long time since such a thing has crossed my path. The stuff in the blockquotes came as a bulletin titled "I had this girl".
REGULAR GUYS: repost "I Just Want to Get Laid"
I'm the girl who will put her head on your shoulder, not because I'm sleepy, but because I want to be closer to you...And because you're warm and I'm cold and you really should have noticed on your own and given me your sweatshirt so I wouldn't be so cold anymore.
I'm the girl who likes to be kissed in the rain, more than in an expensive resturant...Because in the restaurant I'll be eating only a tiny bit of the food I ordered so you don't think I'm a pig and I also won't feel guilty for ordering the most expensive thing. Sure, I'll take the foil swan of leftovers home, but if you don't eat it, I'll just "forget" about it.
I'm the girl who says, "Okay, but you owe me..." jokingly. Not because I actually want something, but because it means I get to spend more time with you and I care...Also, you fucking owe me and I'll be sure to remind you of how I've never made you pay me back for it every single time I want something from you.
I'm the girl you can take absolutely anywhere and I will have fun because it means I am spending time with you...Except, I don't want to go most of the places you want to go, so we'll be going to the places I want to go. And if you think it's unfair or your not having fun or your whining, I'll remind you of that time I told you that you owe me, but I never called you on it, even though I could have so many times before.
I'm the girl who is incredibly picky, but when I find someone I like I want to spend the whole night curled up in their arms...And I promise that some of those nights, you'll be that someone.
I'm the girl who never forgets all the sweet little things you do for me...But I won't ever bring them up. And if you ever thing of talking about them to me, I'll start talking about all the times you screwed up, and, trust me, there are more screw ups than sweet little things.
I'm the girl who once I let you into my heart, there's always a place there with your name on it. And even if we spend time apart, I'm the girl who never forgets you..And I'll remind every single guy I'm with after you of just how great you were and how they just can't compare in the slightest. That way, they'll come to resent you more than me. :)
I'm the girl who loves to end a hug with a kiss..It's a great way to distract you and if I get a little grabby, even better.
I'm the girl who you can talk to about anything..And the next time I go out with my friends, they'll hear all about it.
I'm the girl who laughs at your jokes...Even though their not funny, that way you won't ever notice how unsure I am about where this relationship is going and if I want to stick around and who's going to end it first because I don't want to be the bitch in this situation.
I'm the girl who will brag about you to all of my friends...Especially when we get into a who-has-the-worst-guy-a-thon.
I'm the girl who will always listen to you talk...Well, I'll pretend to listen. In my head I'm really listing the things I need to get ready for tomorrow and trying to figure out who I want to go out with this weekend.
I'm the girl who loves it when you hug me for no apparent reason...I'll let you know when it is not okay to hug me for no apparent reason, but if you don't know on your own when it is okay, then we may have a problem.
I'm the girl who loves it when you hug me from behindExcept when you get grabby and I'm not in the mood or there isn't anyone around that we can make jealous.
or kiss me on the forehead...Just like Daddy does.
I'm the girl who loves the feeling when you take me by the hand without saying a word...Unless it's at the wrong time, but I won't tell you that you were wrong until a few days later when I can really get things off my chest.
I'm the girl who loves you and accepts you for you, and doesn't care what other people say...Except, of course, for the things you do that I don't like you doing. As long as you're a good boy, though, and change for me in the ways my friends suggest, I don't care what other people say and I'll love you for who I want you to be.
SWEET HEARTED GIRLS : If you are this girl repost this saying "I'm the girl"HORRIBLE HARPIES: If you think guys should want real women repost this saying "Get a Fucking Life, Assholes"
DUDES: If you want this girl repost "I want this Girl"
LUCKY GUYS: repost "I have this girl"
UNLUCKY GUYS: repost "I had this girl"
REGULAR GUYS: repost "I Just Want to Get Laid"
Useless Labels:
bile,
hate MySpace
Friday, May 18, 2007
From My MySpace Blog
Six
Of course, If I'm not bumping uglies with her, she can talk to other guys all she wants.
Or is this about us telling you that you look nice? If it is, then don't tell us because we don't want to be late/don't want to have a fight.
Why don't you believe me?
However, if you see us holding the door open for some random person going in or coming out, then maybe the new sentence isn't quite right. Still, the hope for sex is there.
If we're dating and my paying upsets you though, don't just smile and say, "thank you," because closing off the lines of communication and holding in a bad feeling toward me is the best way to start a healthy relationship.
(A preamble and a question: The boxer thing has always seemed strange to me. I don't get it. Am I supposed to feel all sexy when I wear the shorts next because I know girl parts have rubbed up against where my boy parts are currently rubbing?)
PS I'll probably snicker when you say Chesnutt. It's just my way.
I did repost it.
Also, If I put my arm around you in a movie theater, it's probably because I'm cold and I want some of your body heat because I gave you my coat when you said you were cold but really wanted to cuddle.
A year ago, a friend wrote a great blog post called "Can I clarify?"
When I read this bulletin I knew I had to do the something similar.
It was titled "Girls take a look"
you might agree with it, but when it actually happens 99% of girls dont realize it 'til it is too late and that guy who did it is so frustrated that he has moved on to someone who will take notice.Unless the two of you are having sex on a semi-regular basis, then he's not going to move on... unless he found someone with bigger tits.
From a guys point of view:It all depends on the situation. I'm not a fan of a woman talking to (or about) another guy (or a woman) during foreplay, or sex, or other private moments. I'm sure she doesn't want me talking to another woman at those times.
We don't care if you talk to other guys.
Of course, If I'm not bumping uglies with her, she can talk to other guys all she wants.
We don't care if you're friends with other guys.Unless we're dating and the other guy is a friend with "benefits."
But when you're sitting next to us, and some random guy walks into the room and you jump up and tackle him, without even introducing us, yeah, it pisses us off.Again, are we dating? If we aren't I'm not that much of a whiner. Leave me with Mario Kart and I'm good.
It doesn't help if you sit there and talk to him for ten minutes without even acknowledging the fact that we're still there.See above.
We don't care if a guy calls you, but at 2 in the morning we do get a little concerned.I won't be too concerned, mostly I'll panic from the shock of being woken up at 2 AM from a comfortable deep sleep the too loud ring of the phone. After the panic, I'll be sleepy.
Nothing is that important at 2 a.m. that it can't wait till the morning.Except a friend being stranded on the highway with a dead car, or the death of a loved one, or a fire, you know, things that are important anytime of the day no matter what.
Also, when we tell you you're pretty/beautiful/gorgeous/cute/stunning, we freaking mean it.Unless we're running late and we want you to get moving. Or if we're trying to avoid an argument that there's no way to win. We'll tell you anything we thing you want to hear to do either of those things.
Don't tell us we're wrong.Unless we really are because even though some of us may not like to be told we're wrong but when we are we should be told because most of us like being an asshole less than we like being told we're wrong.
Or is this about us telling you that you look nice? If it is, then don't tell us because we don't want to be late/don't want to have a fight.
We'll stop trying to convince you.This must be about the looks thing. And it's a lie. As long as we think we're running late because of you're dress or hair or make-up, we'll keep telling you that you look great.
The sexiest thing about a girl is confidence.I swear, it was your confidence I noticed across the room, not curve of your leg or the bounce of you bosom. It was your confidence!
Yeah, you can quote me.
Why don't you believe me?
Don't be mad when we hold the door open. Take advantage of the mood i'm in.Can we cross out that second sentence and fill its place with "I'm trying to impress you because I'm hoping it'll increase the likelihood of sex with you tonight."?
However, if you see us holding the door open for some random person going in or coming out, then maybe the new sentence isn't quite right. Still, the hope for sex is there.
let us pay for you!dont "feel bad"Are we just friends? If so, you're probably going to be paying for yourself, unless it's a gift or I won the lottery or something like that.
We enjoy doing it.
It's expected.
Smile and say "thank you."
If we're dating and my paying upsets you though, don't just smile and say, "thank you," because closing off the lines of communication and holding in a bad feeling toward me is the best way to start a healthy relationship.
Kiss us when no one's watching.Not if I'm eating, though. I'll share off my plate, but I'm not a bird; I don't share my meal with you from my mouth.
If you kiss us when you know somebody's looking, we'll be even more impressed.Because all we want to do is show the world that we bagged some chick and try to convince everyone that we may be having sex tonight and aren't all the other people out there jealous yet!
You don't have to get dressed up for us.Because sweat pants are easier for us to pull off. Complicated underwear may be sexy to look at, but going from full mast to half mast as we're trying to get you out of the underwear can't make you feel any better than it makes us feel.
If we're going out with you in the first place, you don't have to feel the need to wear the shortest skirt you have or put on every kind of makeup you own.Lies! See that thing I wrote about trying to impress the world a couple of quotes ago.
We like you for who you are and not what you are.I swear, baby, it was your confidence that attracted me to you!
honestly, i think a girl looks more beautiful when she's just in her pj's or my tshirt and boxers, not all dolled upBecause, frankly, we don't want high maintenance women. They cost too much.
(A preamble and a question: The boxer thing has always seemed strange to me. I don't get it. Am I supposed to feel all sexy when I wear the shorts next because I know girl parts have rubbed up against where my boy parts are currently rubbing?)
Don't take everything we say seriously.Because you know, we're all jokers and are frightened of meaningful conversations about the "War on Terror" and politics and the latest theatrical interpretation of Hamlet.
Sarcasm is a beautiful thing. See the beauty in it.Yeah, right. (This is where I'd be rolling my eyes, if you could see me.)
Don't get angry easily.We'll probably just blame it on PMS and then every time you get angry we'll do our best to ignore it because it's just PMS.
Stop using magazines/media as your bible.The Bible is The Bible and even though we're having pre-martial sex it's still the Word of God and all those magazines totally ignore the story of that guy from the place where the terrorists live now. You know the guy. He did the thing that was really important. For the people. He was a son, or something. I think he liked animals. You know the guy.
Don't talk about how hott Morris Chesnutt, Brad Pitt, or Jesse McCartney is in front of us.It's boring, and we don't care. You have girlfriends for that.And I'm too insecure about myself to not get defensive and moody when you talk about guys you'll never meet and aren't dating.
PS I'll probably snicker when you say Chesnutt. It's just my way.
Whatever happened to the word "handsome"/"beautiful"I've never seen the word '"handsome"/"beautiful"' I think it was just made up here and now. How special!
I'd be utterly stunned by a girl who greeted mewith "Hey handsome!" instead of "Hey baby/stud/cutie/sexy" or whatever else you can think of.Actually, I'd rather you use my name. Some word that gets used so often in ways that make little sense isn't who I am. And I promise not to call you "sweet cheeks," okay?
on the other hand im not sayin i wouldnt like it ether ; )Because I need that reassurance from you. I'm that insecure.
Girls, I cannot stress this enough: if you aren't being treated right by a guy, don't wait for him to change. ditch his sorry, disgrace to the male population ass and find someone who will treat you with utter respectBecause all women should be put on a pedestal to be viewed and treated like trinkets. They're not people, after all.
Someone who will honor your morals.Even though you bible is, apparently, "magazines/media."
Someone who will make you smile when you're at your lowest.Rather than listen to you and help you through what's going on he should distract you so you think he cares.
Someone who will care for you even when you make mistakes.Because, you know, most people are afraid of your mistakes and they don't like you when you make them.
Someone who will love you, no matter how bad you make them feel.Even if you make them feel like an utterly worthless piece of fat that the dog won't even eat it.
Someone who will stop what they're doing just to look you in the eyes....and say "i love you"...and actually mean it.As opposed to the moments when he gives you're hand a reassuring squeeze before you go off for an interview or something else you may be nervous. Or the time's he give you a back or foot rub when you don't ask for one. Because you're so insecure you need to hear the words to actually believe he loves you.
Give the nice guys a chanceThey deserve nookie, too.
Guys repost this if you agreeOr repost this if you feel like clogging the bulletins with the more useless crap.
Girls repost this if you think it's cute
Every guy who isn't a jerk will agree with this, so we hope that all the girls that read this will repost thisI guess that means I'm not a jerk.
I did repost it.
*Holdin HandsI'm not grabbing sticky hands. And clammy hands are pretty bad, too.
Girls : If you want to hold his hand, gently bump into it a couple of times.
Guys : Grab it if it happens more than once.
*CuddlingUm, if you tell me you're cold, I'll get you a blanket or a coat to warm you up. I'm just dense that way. If you want to cuddle, either tell me or start cuddling, hopefully I'll catch on.
Girls : When you want to cuddle with him, tell him you're cold
Guys : Automatically move closer to her.
*MoviesIf we're at the theater, I want to watch the movie. I paid the money to see it and I do my best not to see crap movies in the theater.
Girls : During a movie, if he puts his arm around you, tilt your head on his shoulder
Guys : Lift her chin up and kiss her.
Also, If I put my arm around you in a movie theater, it's probably because I'm cold and I want some of your body heat because I gave you my coat when you said you were cold but really wanted to cuddle.
*Loving each otherBecause nothing says "I love you" like actually saying the words!
Guys : When she tells you she loves you, look deep into her eyes, give her a peck on the lips, and tell her you love her too... And mean it.
*Laying below the starsIf her head is on my chest, how can I whisper in her ear? And if she's listening to my heart beat, how can she hear what I whisper when I figure out how to get down there? And what if my heart beat isn't steady? What then?!
Girls : When you're both laying under the stars, put your head on his chest and close your eyes as you listen to his steady heart beat
Guys : Whisper in her ear and link your hands with hers.
By 12 am tonight your one true love will realize how much they want you.It won't help if she lives in Europe and doesn't know my name, though, will it.
repost as: guys point of viewUmmm, how about I just call it Six? It is the next one in a series, after all.
Thursday, April 19, 2007
From My MySpace Blog
Five
I know: formatting. When trying to write something that looks like a script, remember that you have to set the actions off from the dialog. So, when I read, "Boy: I said shut the #### up and he spit in her face. He then pins her down with her hands above her head, and he penatrates her" or "Boy: Steps on her throat and says Shut the #### up bitch. Get's over the top of her and starts to rape her." I shouldn't be reading it like Boy actually says, "He then pins her down with her hands above her head, and he penetrates her." Because, and I know this from experience, people rarely narrate their own lives and when they do, the general population uses it's pressure system to rid the person of this aberrant behavior. Besides, announcing to the person you're about to rape as you rape them is unhelpful. I'm sure she knows what going on. Especially after getting her throat stepped on.
Second, why is this being passed around? Is it supposed to make guys look better than Boy in this story or is it to suggest that all the women are as weak as Girl is? I think you'd have to look pretty hard to find a male out there who doesn't look better in comparison to Boy. I've yet to meet any who yell, stomp throats, and rape because he didn't get a phone call. So, guys out there, if you don't get that phone call choose only to yell and rape, because you're still better than Boy.
Girl on the other hand is a pretty weak member of the female population. Sure, I don't know her back story. Maybe she's always raped by Boy, but then why would she still fight him? Hell, why would she still be with him? And then she finds out she's pregnant and she's sad because she doesn't hear from him and continues to go on, but when he tells her he didn't ever love her she kills herself? Didn't the raping, throat stomping, and being thrown out into the snow, naked, prove he didn't love her? Shit!
Third, don't anyone out there be afraid of the word "fuck." Especially when you're writing a story about an angry buy beating and raping and hating his girlfriend. Writing "####" instead of "fuck" makes it even more childish than it already is.
Also, it's okay to write "shit," too. You're already using "fuck" why not go for all the words on Carlin's list?
Fourth, WHAT'S THE FUCKING POINT TO ALL THIS!? If I repost it with the heading "I would never" is that supposed to make women feel safer around me. If I have to sign a fucking pledge promising that I won't stomp a woman's throat, kick her in the chest, rape her, and throw her out into the snow this world is more fucked up than I already think it is. And if you want me to sign the pledge, I promise I'll be out of there so fast it'll be like I wasn't there in the first place.
And finally, why the hell is this even being passed around MySpace? Is it making all of those kicked, stomped, raped, suicidal victims feel better knowing this story is out there? FUCK!
Been a while since anything this stupid has come through my bulletins, but this one is really stupid.
I give you, as it was titled in my bulletins, "I would never"
Girl: I was at my grandmothers helping her around the houseWhere to start? Where to start?
Boy: Why didnt you ###### call me?
Girl: Baby Im sorry i lost track of time
Boy: Not as sorry as your going to be bitch
the boy grabs her by the hair and slams her to the ground
Girl: Please baby stop im sorry
Boy: Kicks her in the face and then the ribs and says I called your ###### grandmothers house you were not ###### there you lying peice of ####
Girl: Wait stop please let me...
Boy: Steps on her throat and says Shut the #### up bitch. Get's over the top of her and starts to rape her.
Girl: No baby please Stop please
Boy: I said shut the #### up and he spit in her face. He then pins her down with her hands above her head, and he penatrates her
Girl: Please stop your hurting me please. She starts to screem and tries to get away
Boy: Bitch if you don't shut up i sware to god ill kill you after a few minutes he finishes and removes the rest of her clothes and pushes her out in the snow, saying stay away from here you nasty bitch.
Girl: Crying and sobbing she takes out a Rolex watch and says today is christmas i was just getting your gift. She gets in her car,
she gets home and takes a long shower....
Two months later she goes to apply for a job and has to take a drug test. The boss comes out and says i have news for you your not on drugs, but you are pregnant. The girl begins to cry and drives home she decides to call the boy but, he doesn't answer.......
6 months later she is almost nine months pregnant and the phone rings its the boy
Girl: I missed you so much i have news for you im pregnant and its your baby!
Boy: Really well................................. Look you nasty bitch that is not my baby get the #### over me i hate your guts you are a nasty ##### #### you never call me again... ohh yeah, and i never loved you, you were just another piece of ass. The boy hangs up.
Girl: I think its finally over she calls her mom....
Mom: Hi Baby. How are you?
Girl: Im fine how are you?
Mom: Good
Girl: Mom I was callin you to tell you that i love you okay
Mom: I love you to baby. Do you think you are coming over today?
Girl: Nah i think im just going to take a long nap
Mom: Okay, bye then baby, sleep tight
Girl: I will mom goodnight. Hangs up.
Mom realizes its only nine am and has a bad feeling she drives over to her daughters house opens the door and see's her daughter hanging from the ceiling fan, her wrists are cut and shes not breathing she is rushed to the hospital. The baby is saved......
..
......
...
...
......
.......
...
....
.....
....
.....
......
....
.....
.........
........
......
..
......
...
...
......
.......
...
....
.....
....
.....
......
....
.....
.........
........
........
......
...
...
......
.......
...
....
.....
....
.....
......
....
.....
.........
........
........
......
...
...
......
.......
...
....
.....
....
.....
......
....
.....
.........
........
........
......
...
...
......
.......
...
....
.....
....
.....
......
....
.....
.........
........
........
......
...
...
......
.......
...
....
.....
....
.....
......
....
.....
.........
........
........
......
...
...
......
.......
...
....
.....
....
.....
......
....
.....
.........
........
........
......
...
...
......
.......
...
....
.....
....
.....
......
....
.....
.........
........
........
......
...
...
......
.......
...
....
.....
....
.....
......
....
.....
.........
........
......
15 years later the baby, all grown now, kills her father, the man that conceived her and raped her mother and then kills herself.
If you have a heart then repost this for guys repost this (I would never) Girl repost this (I hate boys like this)
I know: formatting. When trying to write something that looks like a script, remember that you have to set the actions off from the dialog. So, when I read, "Boy: I said shut the #### up and he spit in her face. He then pins her down with her hands above her head, and he penatrates her" or "Boy: Steps on her throat and says Shut the #### up bitch. Get's over the top of her and starts to rape her." I shouldn't be reading it like Boy actually says, "He then pins her down with her hands above her head, and he penetrates her." Because, and I know this from experience, people rarely narrate their own lives and when they do, the general population uses it's pressure system to rid the person of this aberrant behavior. Besides, announcing to the person you're about to rape as you rape them is unhelpful. I'm sure she knows what going on. Especially after getting her throat stepped on.
Second, why is this being passed around? Is it supposed to make guys look better than Boy in this story or is it to suggest that all the women are as weak as Girl is? I think you'd have to look pretty hard to find a male out there who doesn't look better in comparison to Boy. I've yet to meet any who yell, stomp throats, and rape because he didn't get a phone call. So, guys out there, if you don't get that phone call choose only to yell and rape, because you're still better than Boy.
Girl on the other hand is a pretty weak member of the female population. Sure, I don't know her back story. Maybe she's always raped by Boy, but then why would she still fight him? Hell, why would she still be with him? And then she finds out she's pregnant and she's sad because she doesn't hear from him and continues to go on, but when he tells her he didn't ever love her she kills herself? Didn't the raping, throat stomping, and being thrown out into the snow, naked, prove he didn't love her? Shit!
Third, don't anyone out there be afraid of the word "fuck." Especially when you're writing a story about an angry buy beating and raping and hating his girlfriend. Writing "####" instead of "fuck" makes it even more childish than it already is.
Also, it's okay to write "shit," too. You're already using "fuck" why not go for all the words on Carlin's list?
Fourth, WHAT'S THE FUCKING POINT TO ALL THIS!? If I repost it with the heading "I would never" is that supposed to make women feel safer around me. If I have to sign a fucking pledge promising that I won't stomp a woman's throat, kick her in the chest, rape her, and throw her out into the snow this world is more fucked up than I already think it is. And if you want me to sign the pledge, I promise I'll be out of there so fast it'll be like I wasn't there in the first place.
And finally, why the hell is this even being passed around MySpace? Is it making all of those kicked, stomped, raped, suicidal victims feel better knowing this story is out there? FUCK!
Friday, February 23, 2007
NEWS FLASH!
Even though I never met her and actually think she was disgusting, I am the father of Anna Nicole's baby, Dani Lynn.
I am the one who is entitled to raise the baby in the comfort that her probable billions will provide. It'll only be the best for the baby.
I promise I won't take advantage of the situation.
I promise, really.
I am the one who is entitled to raise the baby in the comfort that her probable billions will provide. It'll only be the best for the baby.
I promise I won't take advantage of the situation.
I promise, really.
Thursday, February 08, 2007
Spewing Bile!
Anna Nicole Smith is dead!
Allow me to be among the earliest to say that with her passing the brightness of the world has not dimmed by one photon. Yes, it's horrible that her daughter has to grow up without a mother, but that doesn't mean that this media whore who used the birth of her daughter and the death of her son to grab time on the television and words in the newspapers from stories that are more worthy added anything of real value to life on this planet.
Allow me to be among the earliest to say that with her passing the brightness of the world has not dimmed by one photon. Yes, it's horrible that her daughter has to grow up without a mother, but that doesn't mean that this media whore who used the birth of her daughter and the death of her son to grab time on the television and words in the newspapers from stories that are more worthy added anything of real value to life on this planet.
Useless Labels:
bile
Thursday, May 04, 2006
From My MySpace Blog
Four
I got another bullshit bulliten:
WHY AGE DOESNT MATTER!!
[1.] Age is nothing but a number.
[2.] You fall in love wit a person for who they are not their age.
[3.] Age doesn't describe who you are.
[4.] Love isn't a certain age.
[5.] You can't really control who you fall in love with cause their age is the last thing on your mind [[cause when your in love you don't think]]
[6.] If you still think age is important, Romeo was 17 and Juliet was 14.
[1.] Age is more than a number: it's the way you feel. I may be 27 according to my bio on the front page of this MySpace thing, but I sure don't feel that age. I feel 65. That's just me; maybe you feel younger than your age. I don't really care.
[2.] First, it's "with" not "wit." Wit is either something to do with a person's intelligence/sense of humor or it's a wonderful play/movie, depending on how you see it. Second, we hope love has nothing to do with age (Of course there's NAMBLA, but we want to ignore that, right?), but love is rarely a problem between people. Lust is the problem and most people lust after certain ages. (Once again, there's NAMBLA.)
[3.] Yeah, it does, more and more. Once upon a time, there were three groups: babies, children and adults. Eventually, there came to be six groups: babies, toddlers, children, teenagers, adults, and seniors. Today there are too many to list, but I'll do my best: babies, toddlers, preschoolers, school-agers, pre-tweens, tweens (AKA middle schoolers), pre-driving teens, teens, college age, drinking age, post-college age, semi-adult, adult, early middle age, middle age, late middle age, pre-retirement age, retirement age, senior, and so-fucking-old-why-aren't-you-dead-yet age. It seems to me that the longer we go on, the more we try to label age groups with labels that seem more specific, but the less people there are who actually fit the description, but they try to fit it anyway.
[4.] "Love is timeless," right? Wrong. Love comes and goes. It growes and fades. Sometimes it lasts for a while; sometimes it's over in less than a day. Deal with it.
[5.] Okay, this one makes me think the whole thing was written by a member of NAMBLA or it was written by Brian Doyle. Creepy.
[6.] Romeo and Juliet are fiction! Up until the 1960s film, they were always played by people in their twenties or older. Maybe back in the 1600s Juliet was played by someone under the age of sixteen, but she was played by a guy (GASP!). PS if you think Romeo and Juliet is about love, you're fucking fooling yourself.
Damnit, wake up to the bullshit being thrown around this place. Don't send it as a bulletin just because you want it to be true. Don't send it around just because you're one of the younger people who feel "trapped" because you can't do all the stuff you see your "heroes" do on TV. Eventually, as long as you don't do something too stupid, you'll get there and discover that it's all pretty overrated, no matter what it looks like on the idiot box.
Friday, April 14, 2006
From My MySpace Blog
Three
Can I turn off the Bulletins thing here on MySpace? I keep getting crap ones. Things that don't make sense or that I had e-mailed to me four years ago or that I saw as a meme on a blog in the past couple of years. Unless it's actually about some event happening in the future, I've probably already seen it.
(Oh, and I'm not picking on any particular bulleteer. (I made that word up, use it as you please.) I just thought I should say that.)
Today I got one entitled "the hardest thing," which reads:
THE
HARDEST
THING
YOU
WILL
EVER
HAVE
TO
DO
IS
WATCH
THE
ONE
YOU
LOVE,
LOVE
SOMEONE
ELSE.
IF YOU BELIEVE THIS IS
TRUE
RE-POST THIS
I'm here to tell you people, that's not the hardest thing. I've done it. I got over it.
I think something harder would be for me to be tied down and have fire ants slowly eat my honey covered penis while I'm forced to watch (you know, like that thing Alex is put in in A Clockwork Orange).
If you want harder relationship wise thing how about confessing your love to a person, who you thought was your friend, and being shot down, publicly and loudly. Where things like, "Why would I ever consider you, your disgusting." or "I'd rather have my temperature taken up the ass than ever touch you." are said. I'd say that's harder.
There seems to be a lot of relationship "truths" passed around on MySpace, and I guarantee you that they aren't. Check this post at Just Let Me Read. She's female, so I think that makes her a credible source.
I guess it's not just relationship "truths" passed around, but lots of generalizations. People, if we were all those generalizations, we'd suck. We'd be like the Purple Pandas before Lady Elaine showed them how much better it is to be an individual.
PS A good individual doesn't repost something just because the message says to. A good individual should consider whether other good individuals will find the message funny, enlightening, or facinating before reposting. A good individual will think for his or herself and won't let a line at the bottom of the message do his or her thinking for him or her.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)