I'm ready. I've got my immune system working in tip top function. I want to figure out how to get this goddamn Swine Flu and make all of our lives hell. We're going to need to purchase a bunch of stuff in order to stay flu free. I'm talking duct tape (and a lot of it), plastic wrap, milk, eggs, bread, DVDs, particle masks, rations, bottled water and most importantly... cupcake mix. If I'm gonna get some goddamn disease somehow associated with Wilbur from Green Acres, I'm gonna have me some cupcakes while I meet my demise. I'm also taking quite a few people out. I'm headed home tonight with some shovels and some bags of concrete mix. If we don't get this underground bunker set up and livable by sundown, we're all fucked. Zombie Swine Flu carriers are headed to your town... tonight. Their goal? Infect you. Only Fox News can save us now... stay glued to your TV.
Really? Really? Are we as a country so terrified and gullible that we listen to everything we're fed and live in fear over something that really had little to no chance of infecting anyone we know? There's been 1 confirmed death in the US. 1 person! More people have did from ACTUAL PROBLEMS in the time I've been writing this entry. If the plummeting economy doesn't kill you, the Swine Flu will. If the Swine Flu does kill you, good... you won't die at the hands of a shitty economy.
My point? I don't know. The news sucks. When there isn't news, the news makes it's own news. This created "news" isn't anything positive... it's something stirred up to make us feel bad about ourselves, make us worry for our safety, or to remind us that there is absolutely no "good" left in anyone. We're all backstabbing, home invading, disease carrying jerks, and there ain't a damn thing that's gonna change about that unless we go out and consume. Consume we will... and why? Because it makes us feel safe. Having things is comfort, especially when having those things means warding off the horrible infections, the perverts and the crooks.
Well. That about ends that portion of the blog. I'll refer to this as my awesome "Current Events" post. Don't come back expecting too many more of those... I don't exactly have my forefinger on the pulse of the news, or daily events, or really where I am half of the time. I'm just trying to skate by, have some good times, do some laundry, have a good meal or two, and hopefully end every single day where it started... in my bed. Sometimes I don't get any of those things done, and sometimes I wake up on the couch.
I'm gonna go play some pool tonight, I hope to play a dude... and I also hope to win. I've got to go home in 13 minutes, take a shower, kiss my cat, meet Brandon, and get some pool played. Have fun out there kids, keep your collective unit on ya, and whatever you do.. don't go to Mexico. You can't drink the water, and you might get a cold. Man... stupid news.
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
The sun is gone, but I have a light
Today is going to stink. 2 meetings. One for the ever important Safety Committee and one for the Project Management Committee. I'm sure to be heavily involved in both meetings, and I always have a lot to bring to the table. The majority of which is in a 12 oz. paper cup full of liquid that will keep me awake enough to participate. Damn. I've been at work late the past 2 days, and there's not reason to think that I won't be here late today as these shitty meetings will absorb the majority of my morning, robbing me of time to complete my daily tasks. I am less than entertained.
Last night I watched Step Brothers with Mike, Brian and Jaime. It was ok. Not great. It was a lot better the first time I watched it. Oh well. It beats doing something that entails spending money, but I would have rather been watching a Cubs game, or having some beers on the front porch talking about nothing. I had a cheeseburger from Burger King last night. I'm pretty sure my body is trying to tell me that fast food isn't really going to be working out anymore. I feel like I need to poo here in the next little bit, and from what I can tell it's going to be a real "white knuckler". Gross. Whatever... you know what you were in for when you started reading this turd of a blog. Har-freakin-har.
Alright, Ron is down here Tasmanian Deviling his way through the basement with somewhat ludicris demands and making my goddamn head spin. He needs to not come in until I'm completely awake, and not having to poo my brains out. I can't get 2 minutes away from him to vacate the contents of my colon, and check my voicemail. I've listed those in order of importance because voicemail isn't going to shit my pants if I don't check it in time.
Hopefully I have fun tonight. I'd like to find myself somewhere playing 9-ball. We'll see what happens. Later on blog... keep your unit on ya.
Last night I watched Step Brothers with Mike, Brian and Jaime. It was ok. Not great. It was a lot better the first time I watched it. Oh well. It beats doing something that entails spending money, but I would have rather been watching a Cubs game, or having some beers on the front porch talking about nothing. I had a cheeseburger from Burger King last night. I'm pretty sure my body is trying to tell me that fast food isn't really going to be working out anymore. I feel like I need to poo here in the next little bit, and from what I can tell it's going to be a real "white knuckler". Gross. Whatever... you know what you were in for when you started reading this turd of a blog. Har-freakin-har.
Alright, Ron is down here Tasmanian Deviling his way through the basement with somewhat ludicris demands and making my goddamn head spin. He needs to not come in until I'm completely awake, and not having to poo my brains out. I can't get 2 minutes away from him to vacate the contents of my colon, and check my voicemail. I've listed those in order of importance because voicemail isn't going to shit my pants if I don't check it in time.
Hopefully I have fun tonight. I'd like to find myself somewhere playing 9-ball. We'll see what happens. Later on blog... keep your unit on ya.
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
I supply my own devine morality.
Yesterday was a real treat. 8:35am getting yelled and cursed at by the very person I'm supposed to come to when I'm having problems of that sort. Something didn't go well with a job I sent a technician out to handle, because he wasn't provided with the proper instruction at the sales end of the process. So of course, the person who catches the heat, is the last person who had his spoon in the stew. Yes, you guess it... me. "Why the F did the tech not do this", "this is F'n ridiculous", "I'd send him back on his own F'n time", "blah blah blah". Yelling. People upstairs were on calls with vendors and were embarrassed to be in the same office. I should have handled the situation then and there and not let it boil up inside me... but I did, and I've developed a solution. He's not going to like it, but it's going to happen. I'm not going to lay down when someone treats me like this anymore. That's all I've done in the past is put my head down and take my lumps. But this wasn't anywhere close to my doing, and I took the heat for the negligence of someone else. Never again.
I went and played pool with Glenn last night, and Emily came out. I beat Glenn 2 out of 3 games, and I lost to a girl 2 out of 3 games. Hmph. I could have done better, but it was fun and fun is the only thing that can replace winning... barely. I did some driving at night, and grabbed and sandwich on the way home. All in all it was a pretty good night. I need to keep focused tonight when I get home and get my room cleaned up so when the landlord comes over again my living space meets his inflated needs. Once again... he can eat poop.
I've got to get to work now, and be a productive member of this "team". I'm daring anyone to raise their voice to me who's name isn't on the sign, or who's signature isn't on my paycheck. I'd love to have a good time early this morning, and I'm dying to say...
I went and played pool with Glenn last night, and Emily came out. I beat Glenn 2 out of 3 games, and I lost to a girl 2 out of 3 games. Hmph. I could have done better, but it was fun and fun is the only thing that can replace winning... barely. I did some driving at night, and grabbed and sandwich on the way home. All in all it was a pretty good night. I need to keep focused tonight when I get home and get my room cleaned up so when the landlord comes over again my living space meets his inflated needs. Once again... he can eat poop.
I've got to get to work now, and be a productive member of this "team". I'm daring anyone to raise their voice to me who's name isn't on the sign, or who's signature isn't on my paycheck. I'd love to have a good time early this morning, and I'm dying to say...
Monday, April 27, 2009
Boys will be boys, and girls have those eyes
Yesterday. After writing down the less than riveting morning, I went out an dplayed some 9 ball with Brandon. I beat him 4 out of 5 games. I'm getting much better, and would like to see my rank move up after beating someone this Thursday. We'll have to see how that goes, but right now I couldn't be more confident.
We got a pretty outstanding email from our "Ray of Sunshine" landlord last night. I sounds from the ton of his email that maybe we need to clean some things up. On the list of items are the following:
1) The basement smells like cat
2) There is something growing on our bathroom ceiling. I didn't know this.
3) Wipe down doors and entry ways
4) Clean the porch
5) Replace missing smoke detector
To hell with him. The basement, does in fact, smell like cat. There is a litter box down there. This will happen. Why we need to have a smoke detector in every room is totally beyond me, but it's his house, and if he wants a barrage of sirens, beeping, and a whirlwind of confusion as our house prepares to burn to the ground, it's his to want. I think having the landlord come over is akin to getting pulled over by a cop when you haven't done anything wrong, or heving the principal pass through your class room in high school. The impending feeling that you've done something wrong when you know you haven't. Paying to live in fear, it's kind of the opposite of having a job. Think about it.
Well, it's 8:12am, and unfortunately I don't get paid to write in this thing, I do however, get paid to close out receipts, return products to existing receipts, and make jokes and the expense of my coworkers... so I'm gonna get on top of that.
Mondays are probably my least favorite time of every weeek. It's a reminder that you're working to live and not living to work... or is it?
More and more skin keeps coming off of my finger every day, eventually I'm going to have enough dead skin collected to make a whole new me, and that me is totally going to be the one going to work, while I lay in a reclining chair in the back yard with a drink balanced on my stomach trying to attain my dream of being a bird. Having no arms will surely suck, but I look forward to the chance to crap all over the same person everyday for the rest of my bird-life.
We got a pretty outstanding email from our "Ray of Sunshine" landlord last night. I sounds from the ton of his email that maybe we need to clean some things up. On the list of items are the following:
1) The basement smells like cat
2) There is something growing on our bathroom ceiling. I didn't know this.
3) Wipe down doors and entry ways
4) Clean the porch
5) Replace missing smoke detector
To hell with him. The basement, does in fact, smell like cat. There is a litter box down there. This will happen. Why we need to have a smoke detector in every room is totally beyond me, but it's his house, and if he wants a barrage of sirens, beeping, and a whirlwind of confusion as our house prepares to burn to the ground, it's his to want. I think having the landlord come over is akin to getting pulled over by a cop when you haven't done anything wrong, or heving the principal pass through your class room in high school. The impending feeling that you've done something wrong when you know you haven't. Paying to live in fear, it's kind of the opposite of having a job. Think about it.
Well, it's 8:12am, and unfortunately I don't get paid to write in this thing, I do however, get paid to close out receipts, return products to existing receipts, and make jokes and the expense of my coworkers... so I'm gonna get on top of that.
Mondays are probably my least favorite time of every weeek. It's a reminder that you're working to live and not living to work... or is it?
More and more skin keeps coming off of my finger every day, eventually I'm going to have enough dead skin collected to make a whole new me, and that me is totally going to be the one going to work, while I lay in a reclining chair in the back yard with a drink balanced on my stomach trying to attain my dream of being a bird. Having no arms will surely suck, but I look forward to the chance to crap all over the same person everyday for the rest of my bird-life.
Sunday, April 26, 2009
Windows down, loud music, with no destination in mind.
Yesterday was wonderful. I ate a bunch of food, watched some terrible TV, and was surrounded by good friends from the time I woke up until the time I fell asleep. I wouldn't have wanted it to shake out any other way.
I made an actual meal last night for the first time in forever. I should have taken pictures as it worked out a lot better than I imagined it would. Lemon garlic chicken, roasted peppers and asparagus and a baked potato which got all kinds of crispy in the oven. I ate everything I could, and more. Then I got all kinds of sleepy due to too much food and fell asleep on the couch a bunch of times. Oops. Sometimes I think I should spend my whole life standing up because it seems whenever I sit or lay down it's lights out. I'm amazed that I can get through a work day sometimes... regardless if I've slept for 2 hours or 10 hours, I'm still sleepy.
Today. What the hell am I going to do with myself, you ask? Brandon should be coming over around 12pm, and we're headed to Traxx to shoot some pool. It's nice to see a difference in the way I play, and the decisions I make when playing. I'm getting better, and it's been a while since I've adopted something that I'm not very good at and then practice practice practice until I, and other people can see a difference. Now only if I was good at saving money, not burning bridges, or accepting that strangers are just that... strange. I need to get back home at a good time today, as Brian and Mike will be BBQing all types of pork, and I'd like to eat some of that. I also need to get some laundry done so I don't look like a dirtbag at work all week... at least clothing wise. I don't know that there's anything I can do about my general dirtbagness other than make sure I'm clean, and my clothes are clean.
The Gaslight Anthem - Live At Park Ave. is about to take me around some roads in the Souderton/Quakertown area. I'd like to get lost, but I know these roads a little too well to have to worry about that. I miss being about to take off whenever I wanted to, to a destination that hasn't been settled on, only to buy a bottle of water and a pack of smokes and turn around. I really took driving for granted, and pushed the limits when I had a car... now I really miss it, and summertime is only going to make me long for it more.
The Cubs are playing terrible. They're one game away from getting swept by the Cardinals. "The team to beat" in the National League is looking like anything but... but it's early in the season and anything can happen. I'd hate to see all the money being spent to develop a championship team be pissed down the drain... but it wouldn't be the first time, and I have a feeling it won't be the last.
I'm done for now. Maybe more later, maybe not... it all depends on how today goes, and where this evening takes me.
I've shared this with mom, and will be interested to get her take on this. I'm thinking she'll say something like "don't talk about putting batteries in your ass" or "what if your landlord reads this and sees that you've called him a worthless dong".
I've got a cat to pet... he's not taking no for an answer. Bye.
I made an actual meal last night for the first time in forever. I should have taken pictures as it worked out a lot better than I imagined it would. Lemon garlic chicken, roasted peppers and asparagus and a baked potato which got all kinds of crispy in the oven. I ate everything I could, and more. Then I got all kinds of sleepy due to too much food and fell asleep on the couch a bunch of times. Oops. Sometimes I think I should spend my whole life standing up because it seems whenever I sit or lay down it's lights out. I'm amazed that I can get through a work day sometimes... regardless if I've slept for 2 hours or 10 hours, I'm still sleepy.
Today. What the hell am I going to do with myself, you ask? Brandon should be coming over around 12pm, and we're headed to Traxx to shoot some pool. It's nice to see a difference in the way I play, and the decisions I make when playing. I'm getting better, and it's been a while since I've adopted something that I'm not very good at and then practice practice practice until I, and other people can see a difference. Now only if I was good at saving money, not burning bridges, or accepting that strangers are just that... strange. I need to get back home at a good time today, as Brian and Mike will be BBQing all types of pork, and I'd like to eat some of that. I also need to get some laundry done so I don't look like a dirtbag at work all week... at least clothing wise. I don't know that there's anything I can do about my general dirtbagness other than make sure I'm clean, and my clothes are clean.
The Gaslight Anthem - Live At Park Ave. is about to take me around some roads in the Souderton/Quakertown area. I'd like to get lost, but I know these roads a little too well to have to worry about that. I miss being about to take off whenever I wanted to, to a destination that hasn't been settled on, only to buy a bottle of water and a pack of smokes and turn around. I really took driving for granted, and pushed the limits when I had a car... now I really miss it, and summertime is only going to make me long for it more.
The Cubs are playing terrible. They're one game away from getting swept by the Cardinals. "The team to beat" in the National League is looking like anything but... but it's early in the season and anything can happen. I'd hate to see all the money being spent to develop a championship team be pissed down the drain... but it wouldn't be the first time, and I have a feeling it won't be the last.
I'm done for now. Maybe more later, maybe not... it all depends on how today goes, and where this evening takes me.
I've shared this with mom, and will be interested to get her take on this. I'm thinking she'll say something like "don't talk about putting batteries in your ass" or "what if your landlord reads this and sees that you've called him a worthless dong".
I've got a cat to pet... he's not taking no for an answer. Bye.
Saturday, April 25, 2009
Don't forget to forget you forgot me...
It is 93 degrees here.
I'm in heaven. I need shorts.
Barefoot days are untouchable.
The end.
I'm in heaven. I need shorts.
Barefoot days are untouchable.
The end.
Hindsight in 20/20, my friend.
Last night I decided not to make the trip to Philadelphia to see Tim Barry in favor of staying in lovely Hatfield and drinking beer, playing pool, and eating tacos. I regret nothing. It was a fun night. I met a dude named Randy, he was awfully creepy. Who the hell am I to judge? Emily and I practiced pool for an hour or so, maybe a bit longer... in hindsight we should have gone somewhere with a cheaper table, but we didn't. Oh well.
The landlord stopped by this morning. Nothing brightens my day like that guys cheery face. He's 25, owns three houses, two cars, and probably has some kind of awesome girlfriend who makes him dinner and tells him "everything is going to be ok" before they go to sleep. Yes, that worthless dong is living the American dream, and I'm funding it by paying him rent every month. Needless to say, he's not my favorite person in the world, and based on the limited information I have on him, he never will be.
Let's talk about rent, landlords, and other places that you can dump dollar after dollar into and never see any kind of return on your investment. I've been paying this jerk several hundred dollars per month for the last 4+ years. By now, I could have bought City Hall. I'm done talking about that now... that's almost as depressing as having your best friend leave the house and not even tell you.
Which brings up another topic that really upsets me. My cat, Willow. She left the house one day/night and never came back. She was my everything. She hated most everyone except for me, and was always there to watch baseball and play video games with me. I can honestly say that I don't play video games with the frequency I used to because I lost my couch buddy. Jaime found a picture of Willow and I the other day while cleaning her room and it totally embodies everything Willow is/was. Uncomfortable. I can see the look of "Let me go, you bastard!" written all over her face. But she loved me, and I loved her. I sure do hope she's in someones house being taken care of, and hating the hell out of whoever is keeping her captive... I can hope. Damn, I'm really working the positive angle with today's entry.
Today, what's on the docket? Thanks for asking, I was itching to tell anyone.
Brian and I are going to go up to the produce shack up on 113 and get some food. I think there is chicken, fresh asparagus, and perhaps a bunch of other vegetables. I'd like to make a nice dinner tonight, but it really remains to be seen whether or not this will happen. The company would need to be just right, and I'm not sure if that's going to be happening... but if it is, I look forward to marinated chicken, grilled asparagus, and I'm thinking some kind of starch... perhaps some rice, or a baked potato.
I apparently wrote a check that my ass is going to be cashing, and I don't remember doing it. I told Missy and Kathy I would be happy to come out and help Kathy move into her new house. I've got ZERO recollection of this, but will be happy to help out. When I first moved out of my parents house Missy and Kathy were there to make sure we didn't live like slobs, so I think I 100% owe it to her. She's also paying me in beer, and I'm a sucker for a nice day, some hard work, and a cold beer or two.
There is a BBQ tonight down in Fort Washington that I was invited to. If my plans fall through, I will probably head down there and hang out with some coworkers. I don't know if I really feel like spending time with most of the people I deal with at work on a daily basis, because 9 times out of 10 we sit and talk about how much X sucks at their job, or how Y is never on time, or how Z should just hurry up and have the damn baby so once someone kills her there isn't a double homicide charge. Oh... work.
Well, I'm gonna kick back, watch Dirty Work (1998 - Norm Macdonald, Artie Lange, Chevy Chase) and once Brian's ready we're gonna go get some food and eat it. I'm excited to lunch, and totally hoping Missy doesn't call right when we get home so I have to up off lunch until after moving. Beer + No Food = asleep early, and that's nothing I'm trying to do.
Hey, America? Have a nice day, it's perfect outside. Have a catch, go on a walk, help someone move, do some gardening, mow your lawn, or spend time with your family. But, whatever you do, don't spend the time sitting on the couch wasting a perfect day... like I'm doing.
Hi Mom!
The landlord stopped by this morning. Nothing brightens my day like that guys cheery face. He's 25, owns three houses, two cars, and probably has some kind of awesome girlfriend who makes him dinner and tells him "everything is going to be ok" before they go to sleep. Yes, that worthless dong is living the American dream, and I'm funding it by paying him rent every month. Needless to say, he's not my favorite person in the world, and based on the limited information I have on him, he never will be.
Let's talk about rent, landlords, and other places that you can dump dollar after dollar into and never see any kind of return on your investment. I've been paying this jerk several hundred dollars per month for the last 4+ years. By now, I could have bought City Hall. I'm done talking about that now... that's almost as depressing as having your best friend leave the house and not even tell you.
Which brings up another topic that really upsets me. My cat, Willow. She left the house one day/night and never came back. She was my everything. She hated most everyone except for me, and was always there to watch baseball and play video games with me. I can honestly say that I don't play video games with the frequency I used to because I lost my couch buddy. Jaime found a picture of Willow and I the other day while cleaning her room and it totally embodies everything Willow is/was. Uncomfortable. I can see the look of "Let me go, you bastard!" written all over her face. But she loved me, and I loved her. I sure do hope she's in someones house being taken care of, and hating the hell out of whoever is keeping her captive... I can hope. Damn, I'm really working the positive angle with today's entry.
Today, what's on the docket? Thanks for asking, I was itching to tell anyone.
Brian and I are going to go up to the produce shack up on 113 and get some food. I think there is chicken, fresh asparagus, and perhaps a bunch of other vegetables. I'd like to make a nice dinner tonight, but it really remains to be seen whether or not this will happen. The company would need to be just right, and I'm not sure if that's going to be happening... but if it is, I look forward to marinated chicken, grilled asparagus, and I'm thinking some kind of starch... perhaps some rice, or a baked potato.
I apparently wrote a check that my ass is going to be cashing, and I don't remember doing it. I told Missy and Kathy I would be happy to come out and help Kathy move into her new house. I've got ZERO recollection of this, but will be happy to help out. When I first moved out of my parents house Missy and Kathy were there to make sure we didn't live like slobs, so I think I 100% owe it to her. She's also paying me in beer, and I'm a sucker for a nice day, some hard work, and a cold beer or two.
There is a BBQ tonight down in Fort Washington that I was invited to. If my plans fall through, I will probably head down there and hang out with some coworkers. I don't know if I really feel like spending time with most of the people I deal with at work on a daily basis, because 9 times out of 10 we sit and talk about how much X sucks at their job, or how Y is never on time, or how Z should just hurry up and have the damn baby so once someone kills her there isn't a double homicide charge. Oh... work.
Well, I'm gonna kick back, watch Dirty Work (1998 - Norm Macdonald, Artie Lange, Chevy Chase) and once Brian's ready we're gonna go get some food and eat it. I'm excited to lunch, and totally hoping Missy doesn't call right when we get home so I have to up off lunch until after moving. Beer + No Food = asleep early, and that's nothing I'm trying to do.
Hey, America? Have a nice day, it's perfect outside. Have a catch, go on a walk, help someone move, do some gardening, mow your lawn, or spend time with your family. But, whatever you do, don't spend the time sitting on the couch wasting a perfect day... like I'm doing.
Hi Mom!
Friday, April 24, 2009
This conversations been... blah blah blahblahblah.
6 minutes this morning. Gotta be quick.
A recap on last night. Our team played 9 ball in Colmar, we won again. I didn't play last night because it seems that everyone has taken a night off except for me. So I thought it would be nice to let the rest of the folks play, and I would sit and watch. During our practice I played really well, and feel that I could have played well against anyone on the other team, but I didn't. No regrets. I brushed up on my score keeping ability, just ducky. The night did seem to kind of last forever up to a certain point, but fun was had, and most importantly we won.
I slept like a champion last night. From about 11:30pm until 6:00am. That's the perfect amount of sleep for me. The past week I've been going to sleep between 10p and 10:30p and I can't take sleeping that much. My body isn't used to it, and from what I can tell has little to no interest in that extra hour. It seems to make for a much sleepier work day when I get more than 6 hours or so. It probably speaks to the way I've conditioned myself to live with a lack of sleep. I've been doing it for years, and my body isn't enjoying the whole "keep the body guessing" thing. Sorry body, once I get older I'll slow down, but for now I feel like every minute I spend sleeping is a minute I could be doing anything better. You can always sleep, but you can't always live.
I don't know what this weekend has in store for me. Hopefully something I can sink my teeth into and enjoy. There's some options out there, but I'm not sure which road I'll go down. Whatever it is, I'm going to enjoy it into the ground, because that is what weekends are for. It'd be nice to have some company at some point, but we'll just have to see how it all shakes out.
My 6 minutes is over, and it's time to get to work. I hope I have a great day, but i fear nothing will top yesterday. End transmission.
A recap on last night. Our team played 9 ball in Colmar, we won again. I didn't play last night because it seems that everyone has taken a night off except for me. So I thought it would be nice to let the rest of the folks play, and I would sit and watch. During our practice I played really well, and feel that I could have played well against anyone on the other team, but I didn't. No regrets. I brushed up on my score keeping ability, just ducky. The night did seem to kind of last forever up to a certain point, but fun was had, and most importantly we won.
I slept like a champion last night. From about 11:30pm until 6:00am. That's the perfect amount of sleep for me. The past week I've been going to sleep between 10p and 10:30p and I can't take sleeping that much. My body isn't used to it, and from what I can tell has little to no interest in that extra hour. It seems to make for a much sleepier work day when I get more than 6 hours or so. It probably speaks to the way I've conditioned myself to live with a lack of sleep. I've been doing it for years, and my body isn't enjoying the whole "keep the body guessing" thing. Sorry body, once I get older I'll slow down, but for now I feel like every minute I spend sleeping is a minute I could be doing anything better. You can always sleep, but you can't always live.
I don't know what this weekend has in store for me. Hopefully something I can sink my teeth into and enjoy. There's some options out there, but I'm not sure which road I'll go down. Whatever it is, I'm going to enjoy it into the ground, because that is what weekends are for. It'd be nice to have some company at some point, but we'll just have to see how it all shakes out.
My 6 minutes is over, and it's time to get to work. I hope I have a great day, but i fear nothing will top yesterday. End transmission.
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Reluctanly I followed but I never dreamed there...
This one's gotta be quick. I'm looking at 7 minutes until the work day from the depths of hell begins. I work in a warehouse full of 1000's of part numbers, and with the current staffing situation we're a little bit less than disorganized. Today is the day that we take inventory of all of those part numbers and find out just how many of them have walked out the door unaccounted for. This is usually the worst day out of every few months. Hopefully all goes smoothly and I can get to handling my job as per normal.
I went and played pool with Jaime last night as an experiment to see if I can play pool without drinking beer. Judging by last nights games, I think I should be fine... I reckon I'll find out tonight. We're playing at our home bar tonight, but playing as the away team. I think we'll be fine. Even if we lose it's typically a good time, but I hate losing. Absolutely hate it. I can't even come up with words other than "absolutely", "hate" and "it". I'm speechless.
Tomorrow night Tim Barry (Avail), and Erik Peterson (Mischeif Brew) are playing at a bar called Johnny Brenda's down in fishtown. I think I might make the trip down there, but not after trying to recruit 1 or 2 more people. I really enjoy exposing people to new music, and think I have a good grasp on what makes a live show that everyone would like. This one is just unmissable. I'll work on recruiting tonight, we'll see how that goes.
My 7 minutes are over. I need to work now. Damn. Everything was going so well too. Ho hum. Have a nice day out there in the this world of bomb building, Craiglist Killers, child pornography, and pictures of animals doing people things. I'm going to get dirty and listen to terrible music. Word.
Post Script: I just got great news. I am so sick of people who can't get to the point.
I went and played pool with Jaime last night as an experiment to see if I can play pool without drinking beer. Judging by last nights games, I think I should be fine... I reckon I'll find out tonight. We're playing at our home bar tonight, but playing as the away team. I think we'll be fine. Even if we lose it's typically a good time, but I hate losing. Absolutely hate it. I can't even come up with words other than "absolutely", "hate" and "it". I'm speechless.
Tomorrow night Tim Barry (Avail), and Erik Peterson (Mischeif Brew) are playing at a bar called Johnny Brenda's down in fishtown. I think I might make the trip down there, but not after trying to recruit 1 or 2 more people. I really enjoy exposing people to new music, and think I have a good grasp on what makes a live show that everyone would like. This one is just unmissable. I'll work on recruiting tonight, we'll see how that goes.
My 7 minutes are over. I need to work now. Damn. Everything was going so well too. Ho hum. Have a nice day out there in the this world of bomb building, Craiglist Killers, child pornography, and pictures of animals doing people things. I'm going to get dirty and listen to terrible music. Word.
Post Script: I just got great news. I am so sick of people who can't get to the point.
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Day 1 has just begun, I'm bruised, burnt, dazed and numb
Those words up there? In the title are stolen from someone. Stolen from someone who writes much better than I do. Hell... could be anyone. But I know, and I'm not gonna tell. Their secret is safe with me.
So someone pointed out to me today that I should "publish" a blog. I'm taking their advice and doing that. I don't think the exact words used were anything to the tune of "Fuckin' A man, you write some Pulitzer prize kind of shit", but I'll build on that. Just you wait.
I've kept random thoughts, and the contents of my brain over at another page, but never had the urge to share anything that comes and goes in my cobwebby little head with anyone else. Perhaps I'll try that now, while maintaining the other blog. This is where I'll leave the more obvious. Some day I'll get the two confused and I'll tell my other blog that I had waffles for dinner, and explain to this blog how last night i shoved 4 AA batteries in my ass, and only 3 came out.
Who am I? What is it that I do? What makes me tick? What am I afraid of? What are my vices? Am I addicted to anything? How many cats do I have? What is my living situation? Where do I work? What kind of people do I hate? What kind of people do I love? If i could be anywhere, where would I be? What is the best/worst/funniest/scariest/most homoerotic/most dangerous thing I've ever done? Things like that. That's what I plan to lay out in this here blog. It should be like a roller coaster that never goes up or down, and just plateaus. I guess it will be more like a road.
Who am I? My name is Noah. I'm 29 years old and live in South Eastern Pennsylvania. I live with 3 roommates and a cat that I love more than myself. My parents live in Greenville, NC and I've never had a better relationship in my life than I do with them. They're my best friends. I work for a small stereo store in Hatfield, PA. Come November I'll have been there for 9 years. It's hard to imagine, but it's even harder to imagine being anywhere else. It's what I know. It's, to an extent, what I've helped create. I enjoy what I do as much as anyone can enjoy their jobs. If it was fun, they wouldn't call it work. I'm a smoker, and have been for a long time. I hate it. I hate it with a fucking passion. If there was one thing I could do and not fail at, it would be quitting smoking. I've tried on countless occasions, but I lack the will power to just "stop".
I listen to a ton of music. I like having a soundtrack to my life. The majority of my collection is from early 80's to current punk rock. With heavy focus on the Midwest US. The best music comes from the heartland, it's in the bible, and it's science. I'm that positive. I don't think I'm down with the radio anymore. I haven't listened to FM radio since 1999, and I know this, and am very happy about it. What I think is on the radio, is what I hear coming out of crappy jukeboxes and even crappier bars. I could be wrong, and I could really be missing out... oh well, it's a risk i'm 100% willing to take. I'll listen to most anything, provided there is some heart behind it, and unfortunately what's coming over your FM airwaves is all driven by money, and the desire to make it. Puppets. People singing songs that other people wrote. People who couldn't or wouldn't sing the songs themselves. Boo. I call shenanigans on you, FM Radio, and all you stand for. I got a little side tracked there... chalk that up to something I'm passionate about. I'm not too down with dancey technoey crap, but firmly believe that this has nothing to do with this paragraph which is about MUSIC. I will be happy to cover it in my future entry, "How to get a Goddamn headache". It should be a real riveting read.
Well, I'm thinking I'm going to round out entry number 1 at this time. Stay tuned kids, prepare for what will most certainly not be a blog you will remember for the rest of your life. I'm gonna go shower now, and get ready to beat someone in 9 ball later. Get psyched. I am.
Tootles... worms.
So someone pointed out to me today that I should "publish" a blog. I'm taking their advice and doing that. I don't think the exact words used were anything to the tune of "Fuckin' A man, you write some Pulitzer prize kind of shit", but I'll build on that. Just you wait.
I've kept random thoughts, and the contents of my brain over at another page, but never had the urge to share anything that comes and goes in my cobwebby little head with anyone else. Perhaps I'll try that now, while maintaining the other blog. This is where I'll leave the more obvious. Some day I'll get the two confused and I'll tell my other blog that I had waffles for dinner, and explain to this blog how last night i shoved 4 AA batteries in my ass, and only 3 came out.
Who am I? What is it that I do? What makes me tick? What am I afraid of? What are my vices? Am I addicted to anything? How many cats do I have? What is my living situation? Where do I work? What kind of people do I hate? What kind of people do I love? If i could be anywhere, where would I be? What is the best/worst/funniest/scariest/most homoerotic/most dangerous thing I've ever done? Things like that. That's what I plan to lay out in this here blog. It should be like a roller coaster that never goes up or down, and just plateaus. I guess it will be more like a road.
Who am I? My name is Noah. I'm 29 years old and live in South Eastern Pennsylvania. I live with 3 roommates and a cat that I love more than myself. My parents live in Greenville, NC and I've never had a better relationship in my life than I do with them. They're my best friends. I work for a small stereo store in Hatfield, PA. Come November I'll have been there for 9 years. It's hard to imagine, but it's even harder to imagine being anywhere else. It's what I know. It's, to an extent, what I've helped create. I enjoy what I do as much as anyone can enjoy their jobs. If it was fun, they wouldn't call it work. I'm a smoker, and have been for a long time. I hate it. I hate it with a fucking passion. If there was one thing I could do and not fail at, it would be quitting smoking. I've tried on countless occasions, but I lack the will power to just "stop".
I listen to a ton of music. I like having a soundtrack to my life. The majority of my collection is from early 80's to current punk rock. With heavy focus on the Midwest US. The best music comes from the heartland, it's in the bible, and it's science. I'm that positive. I don't think I'm down with the radio anymore. I haven't listened to FM radio since 1999, and I know this, and am very happy about it. What I think is on the radio, is what I hear coming out of crappy jukeboxes and even crappier bars. I could be wrong, and I could really be missing out... oh well, it's a risk i'm 100% willing to take. I'll listen to most anything, provided there is some heart behind it, and unfortunately what's coming over your FM airwaves is all driven by money, and the desire to make it. Puppets. People singing songs that other people wrote. People who couldn't or wouldn't sing the songs themselves. Boo. I call shenanigans on you, FM Radio, and all you stand for. I got a little side tracked there... chalk that up to something I'm passionate about. I'm not too down with dancey technoey crap, but firmly believe that this has nothing to do with this paragraph which is about MUSIC. I will be happy to cover it in my future entry, "How to get a Goddamn headache". It should be a real riveting read.
Well, I'm thinking I'm going to round out entry number 1 at this time. Stay tuned kids, prepare for what will most certainly not be a blog you will remember for the rest of your life. I'm gonna go shower now, and get ready to beat someone in 9 ball later. Get psyched. I am.
Tootles... worms.
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