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Monday, May 28, 2001
OK. So I'm disappointed that Scott has decided to quit making his blog entries. It was a great way to keep up with what's going on in his life without bothering him with constant e-mails. I badly miss hanging out with him once a week or so. However, I agree that Scott needs to do what makes him enjoy life more. And if spending less time on the internet gives him a greater zest for life, then that is absolutely what he should do. I, however, sit in front of a PC all day long at work, and would be doing something else online if it wasn't this. So I see no reason to stop, myself. Not to mention that blogging is making me a bit more computer literate. And Scott is not the only friend I like to keep in touch with through this. I can keep up with Michelle better this way, and as enamored as I am with Lorene, I'll never tire of hearing what she has to say, and what's going on in her day. Hopefully, Grace and Connie will have their computer up and running soon. And I enjoy reading the occasional Chris rant, as well. Thanks for introducing me to something so fun, Scott. I hope I hear from you frequently, still. Can't wait til you visit in June.
Let us all say a prayer, think positive, or meditate, or whatever you do, for Rob's Mom...she was in surgery today, and I don't know what the outcome is, yet.
Sunday, May 27, 2001
To all my blogging friends. If your blogspot comes up with this message when you try to go to the page: "Oops. The site requested, animosityutopia.blogspot.com, was not found on BlogSpot.
Note: If this is your blog, perhaps you haven't published yet in Blogger. To do so, make a post and look for the orange "publish" button." ....then you need to post and publish something. That will make your page accessible once again. I'm not gonna go in to the events of the last few days, as the stories would be to damn long right at this moment, and I have a cat in my lap resting her head on my arm, making typing kind of difficult right now. Perhaps I'll have the patience to do a "week in review" type of entry sooner or later. But maybe not.
Tuesday, May 22, 2001
Criminals...gotta hate 'em! Mom woke me up at 3:30am today to tell me that my car alarm was going off. I went out, turned off the alarm, looked briefly at the car, and in my bleary-eyed state, assumed it went off by accident. Came back in and went to bed. As I'm pulling out for work at 6:00am, I hear some jingling in my back seat. Yes, the tiny window behind my rear passenger side window had been busted out. Super. Whoever did this should definitely get the death penalty. There is no justifiable reason in America for people to do things like this. I wonder how much an infrared camera would cost. Probably out of my range, but I would love to catch the motherfuckers in the act. It hasn't really even upset me all that much, as I don't keep belongings in the car, usually. They probably were scared off by my alarm immediately. It's the principle of the thing. Why can't people just respect other people's property? I know I sound naive, but do people who do things like this know that they are scummy vermin, and have just come to accept it? Or have they somehow justified what they're doing in their minds? I think what disturbs me the most is what an easy target we are for say...a home invasion. Glendale has been hit hard with these, and it's only a matter of time until these happen with regularity in West Valley. I hate to think that when I move out, my parent's would be alone if something like this happened. I realize how paranoid I am, and when something happens like last night's incident, it reawakens my paranoia tenfold. This is why I believe that intentional criminal activity should be punished harsh and swift. What fear does a small fee and community service instill in a criminal's mind? Nail those worthless pieces of shit to the wall!
Monday, May 21, 2001
Saturday, May 19, 2001
In regards to my poll, I knew that Scott would answer "fat people". It is nice to see him clear up his reasoning for this. Usually, people have much more mean-spirited reasoning for their issues with fat people. For example, while watching Politically Incorrect a few weeks ago, Bill Maher stated that he considered fat people to be a drain on the health care system. He didn't think it was fair that people who are smokers are stigmatized and treated with so much anger, while somehow, fat folks were to be pitied. He referred to fat people attempting to get theaters and airplanes to enlarge their seats to better accomodate them. Bill's opinion was something to the effect of "we shouldn't have to make the seat bigger, you should make your ass smaller". I'd like to first address the stigmatization of smokers. Fat people don't make it difficult or uncomfortable for others to breathe in the presence of their habit. Fat people don't fill the air with food for people to inhale while they are eating, either. That argument holds zero water, as far as I'm concerned. Next, on the subject of accomodating fat people; people should not have to be uncomfortable, no matter who they are. I believe that some people can't do anything short of dangerous surgery to lose weight. Besides that, different people have different metabolisms and genetics. Those of you who don't have a problem keeping weight off with a little exercise should consider yourselves very fortunate. I have to be meticulously careful with what I eat to lose weight. So it seems really unfair for people to be punished by having to sit in uncomfortable seats due to genetics, and even lack of discipline. I don't smoke, I drink rarely, don't do drugs; my only vice is eating (okay, and my CD habit). And if you consider sex a vice, let me tell you how hungry it makes me, afterwards. Seats are not the only thing that fat people have to suffer. The fashion industry seems to think that fat guys want to wear the most hideous clothes made. This boggles the mind. I see fat people everywhere. We are a great marketing segment! I can't understand why it is that a typical clothing store would only carry pants up to a waist size of 40 (for men; I don't really know the situation with women). And XXXL in shirts isn't asking for much. Why should we have to go to a special store? That's bullshit! Especially when there are so many of us out there willing to spend our money on the right size. As an aside, some stores carry a few XXL and XXXL items, and they usually sell out of them quickly. It would stand to reason that if you run out of something, maybe you should order some more. Supply and demand; simple concept. Also, you skinny fuckers out there who buy up the XXL and XXXL items, leaving fat people to pick through what's left, should be fistraped. If I could wear an XL, believe me, I would. You don't need your shirt to hang down to your knees!
Friday, May 18, 2001
Cover songs. I bought a tribute to heavy metal music by some "punk" bands today, and it drove me to absolute distraction. I somehow thought that Less Than Jake's version of "We're Not Gonna Take It"(Twisted Sister) and Avail's version of "Iron Fist"(Motorhead) would make it worthwhile even if everything else sucked. I was very, very wrong. If a band is going to cover a song, they should do one of two things: 1)They should do a straightforward version of the song, only if they are going to play it much better than the original. 2)They should bring a new dimension to the song. Now this doesn't mean rendering it absolutely unrecognizable. It means maybe adding keyboards if there was none, or doing their own style of music to the tune. Unfortunately, most bands don't follow either of these rules. That makes me fucking irritated.
I've got a new poll up at the bottom of the page. I think it's a little bit thought provoking. The majority of people that I know have some kind of prejudice toward some group of people. Most people aren't proud of this, yet they have had so many negative experiences with people from that group, that they develop at least a passive animosity or prejudice toward this group of people. If you are someone completely free of this kind of thinking, then kudos to you, don't answer this poll. You're a fucking saint. I'm interested to hear what group of undesserving people you feel animosity toward on some level. I've chosen 12 groups of people that I've heard a lot of hatred expressed toward. I didn't choose targets that I thought most people would announce out loud in mixed company. The majority are people that you generally (unless you are proud of your prejudices) would feel some sort of shame for expressing animosity for. Take a second and take the poll, if you are so inclined.
The poll is gone. Luscious wins with 42% of the vote. I'm not gonna change the title of this blog to "Juggin...Diary of Luscious", however.
Thursday, May 17, 2001
Bought several new CD's lately:
Pantera-Far Beyond Driven: Fast, brutal, kickass thrash. Thumbs up. Ocean Blue-Davy Jone's Locker: Boring, accoustic, uninspired. New material. Thumbs down. Ocean Blue-The Ocean Blue: Good, new wave-y, faggy, accoustic type of stuff. Old material. Thumbs up. Depeche Mode-Exciter: Definitely a poor choice for an album title. Not remotely exciting, atmospheric, boring. Got it since Lorene and I are going to the concert. Thought I might like to know some of the new material. I was mistaken. Thumbs down. Weezer-Weezer: Good, fun pop. What more needs to be said. Some songs are much better than others, but overall, thumbs up. I know you all live for my CD reviews. LOL.
A hearty congratulations to Scott for his scholarly endeavors that have impressed his peers and mentors so much! I have always admired and envied people who can excel in mental disciplines. Scott will surely make a huge difference in his field, and make the world a better place for the beneficiaries of his studies.
It may be that the point I'm about to try to make is totally bogus, but I'm going to try to make it anyways: I always hear from other people that things always happen for a reason. I've never totally bit on this philosophy. However, I don't entirely dismiss it, either. Perhaps the reason for Scott's difficulties in his love life is that his scholarly pursuits are so important at this moment in time, that a lover would be a distraction from it. Therefore, some type of force is making a love life very difficult for him, so as to keep him on track. Just a theory, and the more I read it, the more corny it sounds to me. But it's "something to think about".
That last post was really my big right wing leaning. I lean to the left on most issues, but I simply don't have sympathy for violent criminals (or people who steal from other people). I want them to suffer for their crimes. Perhaps I have other right wing tendencies. Is anyone aware of them? I'd be interested to know what other right wing beliefs I have expressed to you, my friends (seriously, provide me with feedback on this).
In response to Scott's opinions on the death penalty, he is absolutely correct. The death penalty doesn't bring me near the satisfaction that it should. That is why I would be in favor of the torture penalty for people convicted through absolute evidence (video cameras, many upstanding witnesses, definitive DNA evidence, etc.). THAT would bring me satisfaction! Although I haven't followed the case closely enough to know if they have this kind of evidence on him; if they do, here is my suggestion for justice. Perhaps they could inflict shrapnel wounds on McVeigh, topple some huge hunks of concrete and steel beams on him, then pull his mangled body or his corpse out later. Now there's eye for an eye justice for you!
Wednesday, May 16, 2001
This isn't going to happen again. I think I need to break the snooze button habit. At least work wasn't very stressful today. I think I would have gone home "sick" if I had started to stink. Can't wait for bowling on Sunday! Maybe I'll even drink a nastyass beer, since it seems to improve everyone else's game.
How the hell does a man who sets 3 motherf#@!ing alarm clocks sleep through all of them? I can't believe that's possible! I got up and hit snooze on one of them, and never heard it go off again. Never heard my other regular alarm clock go off in the first place. And my radio...well, I know I can sleep through that. I woke up at 6:00, needing to be here at 6:30. Fortunately, I had showered last night, so I'm not too ripe. Somehow, I got here and got logged in to my phone just 1 minute late. Guess I need to get another alarm clock.
Tuesday, May 15, 2001
I will take down the poll at some point, but right now, I'm just too goddamn lazy. Well, I made it through my first 10 hour shift. I didn't really struggle staying awake in the car....because I kept falling asleep at my desk!!! The last half hour saw me take one call, and I couldn't keep my eyes open for the life of me. Actually, I would really dig my new shift, were it not for losing my Saturdays....oh, I think I figured out who Michelle calls the Spic. I think it's Brian! I'm sure he loves that nickname.
Just read Michelle's May 14th entry. She wished a happy birthday to Danal and the Spic. I know she likes to call me Danal, but who is the Spic? I can appreciate her writings on the hell that a police officer's life can be. I agree that police officers are right up there with teachers in terms of being insanely underpaid. I can see why some would underperform, given those awful wages. I could never do that job. Thank God there are people out there who actually want to put their lives on the line, day and night for the rest of us. Perhaps if we paid these people what they're worth, there would be less corruption that we read about every so often.
Monday, May 14, 2001
Well, it's been a fabulous birthday. I just got back in town from a jaunt out to Wendover with my parents for Mother's Day. I lost far more there than I have for many years. Let us not discuss that again. It was worth it, however, to get away for a night, and spend some time with the parental units. Back to the birthday; I had dinner this evening with Lorene to celebrate it. She took me to the Olive Garden for seafood alfredo. The dear gave me gift certificates to OfficeMax, so that when my folks are done remodeling, I can buy a new computer desk (my current one bows in the middle). She also gave me some Mach3 razorblades, and a big ole thinga cashews. My folks gave me a LoveSack (no, not a love sac, a LoveSack). It's like a bean bag, but it's filled with foam instead of beans. It's fucking huge, and oh, so comfortable. They also gave me one of those padded seat covers for my mountain bike, so that I can finally ride it without the seat jamming my prostate to the point of not even wanting my poopchute fingered. I found out that I should also adjust my seat down to deal with this problem (I'm a novice to mountain biking, so relax with the motard comments, Scott)....I'm not gonna go in to the rest of my gifts, as I need to go to bed. I start my sweet new shift of 6:30am-5:00pm tomorrow. I've already taken 2 sleeping pills. It's gonna be fucking murder. Pray that I don't fall asleep at the wheel on the way home tomorrow.
Saturday, May 12, 2001
Will likely take the poll down soon. It received less than stellar response. 7 total, 1 of which was my own vote. And it didn't even work right. I voted for Douchelips, and it accepted it as Doucheball. I even pushed my back button to see if I had accidentally chosen Doucheball, and the radio button selected was clearly Douchelips'. Maybe I can come up with a poll that strangers visiting my blog will even take.
I can't believe it. I actually can't access an entry that I wanted to delete (or at least edit) from May 9th. I get the old "The page can not be displayed..." error when I click on edit. What the hell?
Chris has made a second entry on his blog. I enjoyed his second entry, as anyone who has worked in retail probably will. He wonders about the frequency of my postings. I thought I had explained this to him, already, but blogging has turned out to be an entertaining way to communicate with and be verbally abused by Scottie on a regular basis without troubling him for e-mails. Do I have that much to say? Different people probably have different answers to that question. Some people are surely more interested in me than others. Another reason for the frequency of my postings is quite simply that I enjoy it. Have long regretted not keeping a journal, and am using the opportunity (possibly in excess).
Friday, May 11, 2001
Jeez....today's been meeting after meeting. But it's better than being bored, I guess. Wait, the meetings did bore me! God, no matter how much sleep I get the night before, I always have trouble staying awake in meetings. It's really embarassing when either a) a speaker calls on you as you're drifting off and haven't been paying attention for the last 5 minutes b) you're chin involuntarily begins to rest on your chest, causing you to jerk your neck back over and over, as you catch yourself or c) (this hasn't happened to me since college) you rest your head on a desk "for just a minute" and wake up drooling all over the desk. Fortunately, none of the above happened today, but I had a hell of a time stopping "b" from happening today (it would've been bad, considering the director of American Express Financial Advisors was giving the presentation).
Thursday, May 10, 2001
My evil fucking allergies kicked in today. What a drag. I took Benadryls today, and I'm having a hard time keeping my eyes open. I guess I'm gonna have to try that nasal spray that Jeff raves on about.
Here's a link to a website that gives a listing of alternatives to napster, if napster goes under: Underground Online at the bottom of the page, has a list of a bunch of the underground file sharing services. Clicking on each one will give you a brief description of the service including pros, cons, and an overview of each one. I don't think the RIAA is ever going to stop file sharing, really....heh, heh.
Wednesday, May 09, 2001
Ignore the last blog....technical difficulties, which, due to my work's firewall, I can't fix immediately.
Some guys at work introduced me to a gaming (sort of) website, that combines aspects of both of my last 2 jobs. It's called Hollywood Stock Exchange. At this site, you can take music artists or actors and they are valued as if they are shares of stock. For example, I bought 10,000 shares of the Gogo's and 1,000 shares of Union Underground today (I probably should've bought less of the former and more of the latter, but oh well). The website provides quotes, highs and lows for the day, week, month, and year, etc. I'm hoping that Jeff goes in and plays it from the movie side of things. It's basically an anticipation game; if the movie does outrageously well (in comparison to the actor's past efforts), then his/her stock will probably rise. Same with the musicians. They move up and down all the time, like stocks. It's entertaining, if the actual stock market doesn't interest you.
I got another vote for "luscious" and a vote for "doucheball". "Luscious" now has 50% of the vote(3 votes) with 16.7% each for "doucheball", "jimbo", and "pussylips", which have 1 vote each. What a damn relief that I got some sleep last night. Yesterday, I found myself turning to Mountain Dew for a pick-me-up, as I regularly found myself falling asleep at my desk (as I have been off the phones all week coaching our people's training of a new release on a computer system). A couple people visited my blog from a link on Scott's page. Who can this be? Perhaps they were the latest voters. Domain names were kscable.com and cais.net.
Blogger was down when I posted the last entry, so I didn't think it would go through. And honestly, I was relieved at the time, as it was a pretty self-indulgent posting. I know I shouldn't post the lyrics for an entire song, but...oh well. I'm not gonna edit my blog for anything but spelling errors (unless I say something that I'm totally humiliated by). I can't believe Scott's pop tart poll didn't include the smore pop tart (chocolate and marshmallow). I'll have to try the chocolate and vanilla that Scott was queering about. Of course, I'll enjoy it with a tall gass of milk and a ton of melted butta over it....mmmmmmm......
Tuesday, May 08, 2001
I couldn't possibly advise Scott on the matters of "C". I've been out of the dating loop for far too long (thank God) to have any idea how he should handle his situation. How lucky am I to have found that perfect person? And to think on several occasions I've done stupid things to jeopardize my relationship. I never approached relationships with caution, so I couldn't possibly advise someone else to do so. I say if it feels right, fall for her hard and fast. Become absolutely infatuated with her. Since I say that, you should probably do the opposite.While I'm bragging about Lorene, here are some verses from a song called East End Girl that I so wish were penned by myself. It fits her to a tee (except that she's not from London's East End) I omitted one verse that doesn't fit her at all, however: "When she's hot, it's the heat of a burning at the stake And when she's cold, it's the chill of a frozen Moscow lake And when she smiles, is it real or the smile an assassin makes Before he sends you to hell; She's an East End girl "When she sighs it's the sound of a sleeping tiger stirred And when she cries, it's a storm like the world has never heard And when she lies, you'll believe in every single word 'Coz you can never tell, with an East End Girl And when they're kicking down your door She'll be there at your side They'll never take her alive 'Coz she's an East End Girl She's dangerous and beautiful and proud With her feet on the ground and her head high in the clouds And all it takes is a look through a late night party crowd To put you under the spell, of an East End Girl" I suspect Cock Sparrer were probably singing this about some skinhead bird, but the sentiments are still the same.
I've decided that my new cube partner, Gary is okay. He swears and gets pissed a lot. It's entertaining.
I'm so disappointed in my poll results. I think the only people who regularly visit my blog are Lorene and Scott (that's okay, though; I enjoy keeping a journal; so to speak, anyway). The rest of the readers seem to be people browsing random blogs through blogger. Anyhoo, Luscious is leading with 2 votes, while pussylips and jimbo have a vote each. Maybe I will send out an e-mail demanding votes, whether they want to visit the blog or not. Maybe I'll be pathetic, and vote once each from home and work myself.
Monday, May 07, 2001
I'm trying to better myself by learning how to use an Excel spreadsheet. It's neat, but it's sure hard learning this crap when you're so stupid. I'm gonna take an online course on html. This should please that mean bitch Scott.
I bet I'm the only person I know who regularly watches "Battledome" on Sunday nights. My white trashiness seems to skyrocket by the minute.
I know who voted for "pussylips" and one of the "luscious"es. The third "luscious" is a mystery, however.
I agree with Scott. The Greenspan blog is hilarious. www.nabobs.net/diary.html. Check it out. I was looking at some blogs the other day, and this one was the only one I found interesting.
Sunday, May 06, 2001
I'm making a special "Best of The Jam" minidisc. It is going to rule. Poor Lorene will probably have to hear this soon. She bought me the box set for Christmas a couple of years ago, and to this day, it remains one of my favorite presents ever. I think what is interesting about The Jam is that they are one of those bands that are really the band that you associate with a type of music. I guess I would say that The Jam are to mod what Bob Marley is to reggae (although the Jam never achieved the popularity of Bob stateside; and mod had far less quality bands than the reggae genre ever did). Although Jeff would surely argue that The Who are one of the bands people think of when mod comes to mind. I feel that The Who was such a plain old rock band that I think your average Joe doesn't really think about The Who's mod past. But then the average Joe probably doesn't know who the hell The Jam are, and that's just sad. I think the Jam were certainly more desserving of the US popularity that The Clash attained with their radio hits. Granted, there are other decent mod bands (Odd Numbers, Lambrettas, Merton Parkas), but none could ever touch the Jam (at least none that I ever heard). I owe a great debt to the Vice boys for introducing me to them.
With the help of Scott, there is a poll at the bottom of this blog. Not particularly highbrow, but you might have some fun with this.
Toni, Rob, Jeremy, Michelle, Lorene and I went to see "The Mummy Returns" today...Jeff would actually be pleased with Lorene's and my opinion of it. We both really disliked it, as it just seemed horribly formulaic, with typical action movie cliches, and cheesy-ass dialogue....not to mention that they included a kid (I guess to give it an even greater mainstream appeal), and this kid was annoying as hell. I don't think I laughed at even one of the stupid one-liners. I liked some of the effects, but I was so annoyed that nothing could save that fucker for me. Lorene just tried to enjoy it by admiring Dwayne Johnson's physique, but he wasn't in the movie nearly enough for her to even salvage that bit of enjoyment. We had a great time with friends, however. So that made the afternoon completely worthwhile.
I bought 2 new CD's today. Uncle Tupelo's "Still Feel Gone" delivered, as I expected it would. However, International Noise Conspiracy has received monstrous hype, and I was terribly disappointed in it. I didn't find the songwriting particularly engaging, and the music wasn't particularly creative or experimental (as it has been touted). There's some keyboards in there, but they are little more than that cheesy hammond organ sounding shit that I generally despise. There were a couple of different keyboard sounds, but none were even a little interesting. Ahhhh, fifteen dollars in the shitter. I will listen again to see if I missed something the first time around. This leads me to want to bitch about the music industry's issue with Napster. I'm not gonna get in to the entirety of my feelings on downloading music right now. However, having been burned so many times by buying a CD that I've never heard before, you'd think that record companies would want you to be able to sample music before you committ 10-20 dollars on a CD. I rarely buy CD's by bands I've never heard any more (INC was purchased simply because I'd heard so many rave reviews on them). I think a lot of people practice this. Record companies would stand to gain by having their artists music in a place where the music can be downloaded, so that people could hear other songs from an album, aside from the single. This helps a customer make an educated buy. However, maybe that is just what the labels are afraid of. I never thought I'd quote Courtney Love, but she has actually made at least this one intelligent statement: "The only people who are scared of Napster are the people who have filler on their albums and are scared that if people hear more than one single they're not going to buy the album". There was more to this quote, but that was all that was pertinent to my point. And by God, she hit it right on the head. Given the hideous music on recent Metallica releases (Load and Reload), I can see why they wouldn't want you to sample their music before buying it.
Why didn't Michelle tell me she had a bog? Oh, now I see. The "Dylan es negro" comment. She's afraid of the hurt I'll put on her for that. Afraid that I'm gonna aim better next time I feel that she needs gum spit on her.
I'm not going to engage Scott in a medical/psychological debate. That would end up in nothing but humiliation for me. However, expressing my opinion that I could have ADHD, was simply something that a layman might do in expressing his/her opinion on any subject he/she hasn't received higher education for. I'm not going to pursue a degree, so that I can make a more accurate assessment of myself on my blog. All I knew is that I had read the symptoms of ADHD and many of them applied to me. Said problems have irritated me through much of my education. However, I understand why Scott said what he said about my statements. I hear people say ridiculous shit about the stock market all the time.
Saturday, May 05, 2001
Attention Deficit Disorder. I am completely convinced that I have at least a mild case of ADD. Thus my disdain for reading anything that isn't tailor made to my tastes. When I read a book that isn't of a subject matter that completely enraptures me, I can usually read a page and my mind starts to drift on to things that interest me. Or I get sleepy. I have no idea how I passed the Series 7 exam. I think I survived it by taking a lot of breaks, using earplugs to block out the world, and listening to nothing but Vivaldi when studying. I hate to say this, but most classical music really does foster better studying and attention. Unless it's too intense. Then it's as distracting as rock music. This theory probably doesn't apply to someone who already has a good attention span, and good study habits (like master student Scott Vice, and my intimidatingly intelligent fiancee). Seriously, Lorene regularly calls me ADD-boy, as sometimes I don't remember something she just told me a moment ago. And I am convinced she is correct. However, I have no interest in taking steps to correct it, as the only solution I've heard for ADD is various drugs. I want to avoid having to take a drug regularly as long as I can. That day will surely come soon enough.
Just went with the usual republican looking haircut I usually get. My mother got Lorene's hair even blonder than it was before. I don't think Lorene will be truly satisfied until her hair is pure white. She got it real short, too. If Lorene's name was Gina, I'd pull a Martin Lawrence, and say "Damn Gina! You FIIIYNE!!!!" Lorene doesn't like it when I speak ebonically, though. Her favorite thing to say to me is "Until you're hung like a black man, don't talk like a black man". Jeff and Scott always assure me that I'm plenty large...goll.
Friday, May 04, 2001
If I knew how to make one of those polls that Scott makes on his blog, maybe I'd take a poll for how to do my hair tonight. For example:A. Bald B. Perm C. Flock of Seagulls look D. Jheri-curl But alas, no polling ability...
If you've checked out Chris's blog, then let me tell you that he's a much warmer person than his blog would indicate. Perhaps he will show this at some point, but it sounds like he's interested in getting people's goat, right now.
Thursday, May 03, 2001
Well, I got what I was expecting....a suckass new shift. I work Tuesdays, Wednesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays 6:30am-5:00pm, starting May 14th. Ugh. The bright side is I'll get my birthday off, the team leader is cool, and I'll only work 4 days per week. I'll miss our Saturday days together, Kitten.
We are supposed to get the results of our shift bids today. You can sense the tension in the air. Wait, I'm the ony tense one here. That's no good. How can I make my co-workers tense......?
I noticed Scott fretting about the quality of his blogs today. I, clearly, am not so concerned about such things. I met Scott's buddy John online last night. He seems to be cool as hell. A vinyl collector. I think he was disappointed that I'm not.
Wednesday, May 02, 2001
Was good to see that Kurt visited the blog. I miss hangin' with Kurt and my bitches (the Vice sisters) all together.
Okay, since you asked, here's an example of a guilty music pleasure of mine: Vengaboys- "We Like To Party". I know that song is mindless pap, but there's something so catchy about it...
I couldn't work out for the full hour I've been going as of late. In fact I could only do a half hour on the treadmill tonight. Don't know if it's not enough sleep or the fact that I ate 3 La Frontera smothered burritos last night, and my blood can't pump through all the grease in my arteries.
I keep hoping that Chris makes a blog, despite the fact that it would probably revolve completely around Star Wars...and...Buffy.
Working at the Goody was good for me. I had to work in a store where I had to hear a huge variety of music that I would have otherwise dismissed or never known about. Plus, the record companies stocked my CD collection nicely with their promotional CD's. There is stuff in my collection that I haven't listened to for several years, because there isn't enough time in the year to hear all of them (unless I never listened to the same thing twice). The con to working in a CD shop is the phenomenon of hearing certain songs that I would normally despise so many times that I found myself liking them. Extremely guilty pleasures. I was going to make a list of them, but my fragile ego can't take Scott's cruel taunts.
I am listening to a CD I got for free at Sam Goody. It's called the Creatures (Siouxsie Sioux's latest project). I think this will be traded in shortly. There are some kind of neat sounds (great tribal violent drumming here and there), but the songwriting...shall I say, blows.
I'm now on the first floor at work instead of the fourth. It will make my walk in to work less time consuming, so that I can sleep in about 2-3 extra minutes. They have yet to get my phone working, so it looks like I get 3 hours of playtime! Woo-hoo! And my boss told me that all employees who aren't getting "deployed" can re-up for another year in our positions here. This entitles me to a raise, and I'm now considered a senior associate. The only thing it bars me from is applying to other positions here at Amex for a year. Fine by me!
I had a problem here, and for some reason, can't post links on this entry. So I deleted much of it. A huge THANK YOU to Scott for teaching me a few things to accentuate my blog (and educate me a little, PC-wise). I may have a design to my blog at some point if Skattie's patience holds out. As far as Connie's blog goes, I'm not on the "short people suck" bandwagon. She hasn't really sold me on that theory. But that's the whole point...to express opinions, journal your day, etc. Plus Jeremy (Poor) only sucks in the literal sense...
I'm not sure what's worse. Arguing with the exceptionally intelligent people at Amex, or arguing with the morons all day at Sam Goody. They both have their drawbacks. The intelligent people are exasperating because they often try to argue their way around the rules, and the morons are exasperating because you have to repeat yourself over and over....I guess Amex is better, because at least here, I don't have to smell the clients.
Tuesday, May 01, 2001
First quote: From The Simpsons-Upon witnessing Homer pull his finger off as if he were a magician- Cletus says something to the effect of: "Wow! You could be one of those TV magic queers"! Hilarious!
I will probably start posting quotes that I find particularly meaningful or hilarious. They will probably be song lyrics, a quote from TV, or from a movie. As many of you know, I don't believe in reading (except for websites, magazines, and real simple books). I believe that reading books poisons the mind. I say that as if it were my own quip, but I must credit that to comic genius Adam Corolla.
By the way, when I said that Lorene would probably call me a fag for creating a blog, I didn't mean anything homophobic by it. It's just that when Loreneis done kicking the shit out of me, for showing "too much sensitivity", she spits on me and calls me a fag (please don't be mad at me for telling, honey).
Scott, now I didn't give you a hard time for liking the Smiths. I just didn't think that listening to the Smith's while severely depressed was very wise. Easy, kettle.
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