Someone explain to me the idea of constantly upgrading/facelifting the site if SG keeps erasing our information!!! I just spent the last half hour getting my favorited sorted out AGAIN hit save only to have it tell me I used too many characters. Goddamn! If I was uploading a pic there would be a little note telling me dimensions and file size... why not do the same for the favorites list?!?!?! And what sense does this new layout make if that little window up there next to the pic doesn't display all it's supposed to, that it's cut off halfway down?!
That should get me kicked off of here. It's amazing how speaking your mind is not tolerated by the site. I don't know, I'm pissed off all of a sudden and SG, having disrupted my normal viewing pleasures is the target of said hostility.
Anyways, I've got a few items crowded between my ears and since I have no bottle to drown the fuckers with I will upchuck them all over this blog page. Warning: many uses of the word "fuck" to follow:
Got back tonight from watching "Casino Royale." I couldn't tell you the last time I saw a movie where I was both entertained the WHOLE time and where I was overall satisfied with the the entertainment quality. Casino Royale did both. Pirates of the Caribbean sucked (I thought Johnny Depp had more sense that to make a stupid fucking sequel, oh well) and even most Bond movies travel on well for a while and then hit a lull, sadly that lull usually happens at the end of the film making it seem longer than need be. Again, Casino didn't suffer this fate. Now, the film does feel like less of a Bond film in only that he's not the Bond we know and love. It was very enjoyable and Craig makes a good Bond... he's not Connery or Brosnan or my fave Lazenby (yet! I say) so it will be interesting to see how he acts in the next film, the one where he will begin as Bond, James Bond. This was a film that Brosnan couldn't have done (not his style of Bond) just like Connery couldn't have done On Her Majesty's Secret Service with any real conviction. But I still don't like Craig hair.
Speaking of hair... I got all of mine cut:
Yes, it's stupid and I feel lke a fluffy headed dandelion. It'll grow back... someday. At least I know that I'm not as bald as I thought I was. Thin hair but not balding thin, no bald spot. Yeah, I don't like Daniel Craig's hair because it reminds me of mine... poor guy. Had a black guy cut it. I'm not saying not to get a black barber to cut your hair, just never go to one and tell him to cut it all off... he'll that that shit seriously. He shaved me up like he was getting rid of a nappy 'fro. The wrong guy cut it anyways. The guy who actually owns the shop cut mine last time and it was probably the best cut I've ever had. Proof that I needed a barber and not those jag offs in the mall.
I'm tired of stupid fucking movies. Why the fuck does Will Farrell have a career?! Or Adam Sandler? At least Sandler was funny on SNL. Farrell's funniest skit was Celebrity Jeopardy and it wasn't even because of him ('I'll take The Rapists for 100, Alex' sayeth Sean Connery, where Trebek corrects him "It's Therapists," hahahahahahahaha!!!). I have met too many people personally and through this site who can't break into their chosen art fields when they're talented individuals WHILE THESE FERRELL-LIKE FUCKNUTS KEEP MAKING SUCK ASS MOVIES!!!!!!!!! Yeah, you say that Hollywood just keeps making them. We're the assholes who keep going to see them!! If we don't watch it they wouldn't keep making them!
Just quickly, I think I'm kinda excited about the new Rock movie. The thought of it intrigues me (supposedly Sly wants Rocky to die in the ring... c'mon, it's not like he could really win)
I hate my job. The reason is simple: I borrowed money from the state to get an education because my father was too busy fucking around and my mother was preparing for her midlife crisis and neither gave two shits about either son so now I'm in debt with a fucking education that no company gives two shits for. Hell, the chair of my degree's department tell us halfway through my last semester that we didn't need to go to school for the field we chose. Thank you, numbnuts for telling us now. Why didn't you mention that WHEN YOU FUCKING ADVISED US ON OUR SCHEDULES?!?!?! Now I'm stuck in a hospital watching over people's hearts. You get that? Unqualified, I'm the person who makes sure a person's heart isn't about to explode. I'm surrounded by people who think their hot shit because they have a certificate or took that course "at the community college" to get to where they are. Hey, fuckoffs... I've got a four year degree. I even finished high school, with honors, while you got your GED. I design webpages, have done advertising for a national company, and have even published a goddamn book. You know why you do this job better than me? I don't give a shit. It's a thankless, going nowhere job and you love the fact you do it so well. That makes your belittling comments that much more infuriating. Just let me get into the 'real world,' see me then and let's see if you're hot shit. Losers. I just want to belong somewhere where I'm not treated as an outsider and that I don't loathe myself for selling my soul for just a way to get by. I'm better than this and I need the chance to express that.
Speaking of said book... I never expected to sell that many. But when I ordered fifty copies I believed I could at least unload that many. Nope. The professor I dedicated it to I finally went and visited and gifted him a copy. He would contact me when he read it. That was a month and a half ago. He's an English Lit professor who reads a book in a day and yet hasn't contacted me. My father read half of the book (as a note, he helped me fund the purchase of those books which meant he didn't have to buy one though I have to pay him back the money borrowed) while my mother hasn't cracked it open yet (which she said was because she didn't want to mess it up, and I asked about the manuscript I gifted her two years ago Christmas and she hadn't felt like reading it either... nice excuses, mom) and I've yet to get any feedback. But my professor, man, that hurts. I would have never written anything if it wasn't for his belief in me. Apparently I was mistaken in the belief.
I realized the other day I would soon be 30. It made me recall the little man who was my PhysEd coach in highschool. He said how metabolism slows down in your thirties. He said he had begun to feel it but he didn't strike me as too fit anyways (why is it the overweight/underfit guys are always coaches while the butch, athletic women also teach it?). I know I have defects passed down from my broken parents and relatives. And working in a hospital I've seen what too many fried chicken dinners and happy meals can do to you. I don't want to end up like that. The day I have a heart attack and have to undergo bypass surgery or heart transplant is the day I'd rather die clutching my chest. A coworker didn't help when she warned of the damage Strep Throat can do to a heart (I'm prone to Strep, twice a year, a sinus infection for me turns into Strep Throat). I want to be healthy but I'm wondering if my sluggish feelings of the last few years are the symptoms of my mother's family's Thyroid dysfunctions. I can't be checked out because I don't have insurance and the times I do have insurance I don't want to get checked out because I hate the job and will quit soon and don't want to carry a pre-existing condition with me. And ultimately I don't want to be stuck taking a regiment of pills everyday. My father carries a freezer bag full of pills, my grandparents had those dividers where you put all the pills for each day in it's little capsule, each day is represented by a tiny box. I'm fucking stupid, I know, but if the world blows up I would like to be able to maintain and not worry that I can't get my pills anymore. Imagine how short Mad Max would've been if everyone who suffered high blood pressure keeled over due to not having their medication. I don't want to be cut up or have any of my bits replaced or augmented. And I want to be healthy, which none of us are in a good diposition for that. Afterall, birth delivers a death sentence. Death is easy, suffering ten years with cancer is not good quality of life. Fuck quantity.
November was my three year anniversary with SG. I had planned to do something big... but forgot. So in honor of the occassion, here's this little blurb about it. This relationship has lasted longer than any real one I've ever had. Then again, if I paid women for what I get from SG I guess that would've hung around. But that's illegal in most states... and they don't work as cheap as SG does.
Someone mentioned, excuse me, some SPECIALIST said that Holiday Depression doesn't exist. BULL-FUCKING-SHIT! Have a girlfriend break up with you three days before Christmas and tell me a black veil isn't lowered over the holidays. Have a grandmother and great grandmother die on Thanksgiving and tell me it's still festive. Live with a mother who was too strung out to care enough to put up a Christmas tree. Have to work Thanksgiving, Christmas, most of Hannukah, Kwnazaa and NewYears Eve and tell me you're not saddened. Have spent every goddamn holiday alone, with no one to inspire you to great gift giving, no one to kiss under the mistletoe, no one to hold on to and pretend that Santa Claus was real, no one to toast at the end of the year, no one that wishes to celebrate a year together or look forward to the prospects of the next... and tell me the holidays Fucking-Motherfucking goddamn suck ass.
I was gonna say something about being lonely but I think the above covers it.
Alright, I'm done. I don't necessarily feel better but, hey, it's not like anyone's gonna read all that. Saffron mentioned a few days ago that "Hey, Jude" made her feel like a million bucks... I've just cued The Beatles up (in iTunes!!!! Hahahahaaha, take that you Liverpoolean bastards).
That should get me kicked off of here. It's amazing how speaking your mind is not tolerated by the site. I don't know, I'm pissed off all of a sudden and SG, having disrupted my normal viewing pleasures is the target of said hostility.
Anyways, I've got a few items crowded between my ears and since I have no bottle to drown the fuckers with I will upchuck them all over this blog page. Warning: many uses of the word "fuck" to follow:
Got back tonight from watching "Casino Royale." I couldn't tell you the last time I saw a movie where I was both entertained the WHOLE time and where I was overall satisfied with the the entertainment quality. Casino Royale did both. Pirates of the Caribbean sucked (I thought Johnny Depp had more sense that to make a stupid fucking sequel, oh well) and even most Bond movies travel on well for a while and then hit a lull, sadly that lull usually happens at the end of the film making it seem longer than need be. Again, Casino didn't suffer this fate. Now, the film does feel like less of a Bond film in only that he's not the Bond we know and love. It was very enjoyable and Craig makes a good Bond... he's not Connery or Brosnan or my fave Lazenby (yet! I say) so it will be interesting to see how he acts in the next film, the one where he will begin as Bond, James Bond. This was a film that Brosnan couldn't have done (not his style of Bond) just like Connery couldn't have done On Her Majesty's Secret Service with any real conviction. But I still don't like Craig hair.
Speaking of hair... I got all of mine cut:
Yes, it's stupid and I feel lke a fluffy headed dandelion. It'll grow back... someday. At least I know that I'm not as bald as I thought I was. Thin hair but not balding thin, no bald spot. Yeah, I don't like Daniel Craig's hair because it reminds me of mine... poor guy. Had a black guy cut it. I'm not saying not to get a black barber to cut your hair, just never go to one and tell him to cut it all off... he'll that that shit seriously. He shaved me up like he was getting rid of a nappy 'fro. The wrong guy cut it anyways. The guy who actually owns the shop cut mine last time and it was probably the best cut I've ever had. Proof that I needed a barber and not those jag offs in the mall.
I'm tired of stupid fucking movies. Why the fuck does Will Farrell have a career?! Or Adam Sandler? At least Sandler was funny on SNL. Farrell's funniest skit was Celebrity Jeopardy and it wasn't even because of him ('I'll take The Rapists for 100, Alex' sayeth Sean Connery, where Trebek corrects him "It's Therapists," hahahahahahahaha!!!). I have met too many people personally and through this site who can't break into their chosen art fields when they're talented individuals WHILE THESE FERRELL-LIKE FUCKNUTS KEEP MAKING SUCK ASS MOVIES!!!!!!!!! Yeah, you say that Hollywood just keeps making them. We're the assholes who keep going to see them!! If we don't watch it they wouldn't keep making them!
Just quickly, I think I'm kinda excited about the new Rock movie. The thought of it intrigues me (supposedly Sly wants Rocky to die in the ring... c'mon, it's not like he could really win)
I hate my job. The reason is simple: I borrowed money from the state to get an education because my father was too busy fucking around and my mother was preparing for her midlife crisis and neither gave two shits about either son so now I'm in debt with a fucking education that no company gives two shits for. Hell, the chair of my degree's department tell us halfway through my last semester that we didn't need to go to school for the field we chose. Thank you, numbnuts for telling us now. Why didn't you mention that WHEN YOU FUCKING ADVISED US ON OUR SCHEDULES?!?!?! Now I'm stuck in a hospital watching over people's hearts. You get that? Unqualified, I'm the person who makes sure a person's heart isn't about to explode. I'm surrounded by people who think their hot shit because they have a certificate or took that course "at the community college" to get to where they are. Hey, fuckoffs... I've got a four year degree. I even finished high school, with honors, while you got your GED. I design webpages, have done advertising for a national company, and have even published a goddamn book. You know why you do this job better than me? I don't give a shit. It's a thankless, going nowhere job and you love the fact you do it so well. That makes your belittling comments that much more infuriating. Just let me get into the 'real world,' see me then and let's see if you're hot shit. Losers. I just want to belong somewhere where I'm not treated as an outsider and that I don't loathe myself for selling my soul for just a way to get by. I'm better than this and I need the chance to express that.
Speaking of said book... I never expected to sell that many. But when I ordered fifty copies I believed I could at least unload that many. Nope. The professor I dedicated it to I finally went and visited and gifted him a copy. He would contact me when he read it. That was a month and a half ago. He's an English Lit professor who reads a book in a day and yet hasn't contacted me. My father read half of the book (as a note, he helped me fund the purchase of those books which meant he didn't have to buy one though I have to pay him back the money borrowed) while my mother hasn't cracked it open yet (which she said was because she didn't want to mess it up, and I asked about the manuscript I gifted her two years ago Christmas and she hadn't felt like reading it either... nice excuses, mom) and I've yet to get any feedback. But my professor, man, that hurts. I would have never written anything if it wasn't for his belief in me. Apparently I was mistaken in the belief.
I realized the other day I would soon be 30. It made me recall the little man who was my PhysEd coach in highschool. He said how metabolism slows down in your thirties. He said he had begun to feel it but he didn't strike me as too fit anyways (why is it the overweight/underfit guys are always coaches while the butch, athletic women also teach it?). I know I have defects passed down from my broken parents and relatives. And working in a hospital I've seen what too many fried chicken dinners and happy meals can do to you. I don't want to end up like that. The day I have a heart attack and have to undergo bypass surgery or heart transplant is the day I'd rather die clutching my chest. A coworker didn't help when she warned of the damage Strep Throat can do to a heart (I'm prone to Strep, twice a year, a sinus infection for me turns into Strep Throat). I want to be healthy but I'm wondering if my sluggish feelings of the last few years are the symptoms of my mother's family's Thyroid dysfunctions. I can't be checked out because I don't have insurance and the times I do have insurance I don't want to get checked out because I hate the job and will quit soon and don't want to carry a pre-existing condition with me. And ultimately I don't want to be stuck taking a regiment of pills everyday. My father carries a freezer bag full of pills, my grandparents had those dividers where you put all the pills for each day in it's little capsule, each day is represented by a tiny box. I'm fucking stupid, I know, but if the world blows up I would like to be able to maintain and not worry that I can't get my pills anymore. Imagine how short Mad Max would've been if everyone who suffered high blood pressure keeled over due to not having their medication. I don't want to be cut up or have any of my bits replaced or augmented. And I want to be healthy, which none of us are in a good diposition for that. Afterall, birth delivers a death sentence. Death is easy, suffering ten years with cancer is not good quality of life. Fuck quantity.
November was my three year anniversary with SG. I had planned to do something big... but forgot. So in honor of the occassion, here's this little blurb about it. This relationship has lasted longer than any real one I've ever had. Then again, if I paid women for what I get from SG I guess that would've hung around. But that's illegal in most states... and they don't work as cheap as SG does.
Someone mentioned, excuse me, some SPECIALIST said that Holiday Depression doesn't exist. BULL-FUCKING-SHIT! Have a girlfriend break up with you three days before Christmas and tell me a black veil isn't lowered over the holidays. Have a grandmother and great grandmother die on Thanksgiving and tell me it's still festive. Live with a mother who was too strung out to care enough to put up a Christmas tree. Have to work Thanksgiving, Christmas, most of Hannukah, Kwnazaa and NewYears Eve and tell me you're not saddened. Have spent every goddamn holiday alone, with no one to inspire you to great gift giving, no one to kiss under the mistletoe, no one to hold on to and pretend that Santa Claus was real, no one to toast at the end of the year, no one that wishes to celebrate a year together or look forward to the prospects of the next... and tell me the holidays Fucking-Motherfucking goddamn suck ass.
I was gonna say something about being lonely but I think the above covers it.
Alright, I'm done. I don't necessarily feel better but, hey, it's not like anyone's gonna read all that. Saffron mentioned a few days ago that "Hey, Jude" made her feel like a million bucks... I've just cued The Beatles up (in iTunes!!!! Hahahahaaha, take that you Liverpoolean bastards).
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