awful.
Tuesday, July 10, 2007
Monday, June 11, 2007
Sicko Movie Premiere.
My sister won free tickets to a movie that isn't out yet. I tagged along.
yes sir, Michael Moore's new movie about how evil and bad American health care is will be coming out June 29, but i got to see it first, oh boy, oh joy.
I really didn't want to see it that badly and I'm sure alot of other people that hung out by the "red carpet" just to see Michael Moore would crap some nice pants to watch the same movie at the same time as Moore, but fuck those people.
We drove to the shit about an hour early so we could line up and wait for a half hour (OMG I LOVE WAITING) We stood around next to people that got all dressed up, it made us look out of place till this couple showed up sporting FOOTBALL TEAMS! (It was like they just got out of bed) The other people beside us were in the movie or something, not sure when, maybe he was the guy in the Joe Kools. (sad that I have no idea)
They came by and asked us if we had any cameras or cell phones, then they let the first line in, then our line, they had the metal detector beepy things out and scanned us (they didn't beep, they made a sqweez toy noise) The older lady got her camera taken away (This sort of shit should always be at the theater.)
We pushed pasted the slow moving group and spotted some good seats at the top so we made a break for it. The time was 6:30 so we had a half hour to sit around till the shit started.
we watched as people walked in to see all the good seats taken. We also watched as people saved seats for people that showed up one minute before the movie started.
All the important people showed up late and took the seats that were reserved for them and then we all sat around waiting for Moore. He busted in and ranted on for god knows how long, then the lights went down low and the movie started at 7:30.
He then got up and was all "oh this isn't the starting"
Then we waited for a bit and the woman beside me said "I hope we don't have to move to a different theater" I turned to her and said "screw that, I'd leave."
The movie started and we all watched. Everyone clapped when people they knew showed up on the screen and everyone went bat shit crazy when the words "London" showed up. (OMG THATS WHERE I LIVE! WE ARE AT THE PLACE ON SCREEN RIGHT NOW! HOLY FUCKING SHIT!)
It ended and everyone clapped (I did.. I mean.. The guy was in the room and it was a pretty clappy ending)
It was still dark and the credits were still rolling, "if we want to go we gots to do it now" i said, we got up and walked out before the Q@A started. (I walked right pasted Moore when I was leaving. I could have punched him in the face if I wanted to but i kept walking because I'm better then that)
The movie? You want to know about the movie? uh, lets see, well it was better then Fahrenheit 9/11, it was shorter then his last few films, it left out some details when talking about other countries (it made other countries look like utopias) and he said that he was missing some shit about Canada "you might be watching the Canada parts of the movie and think "well wait thats wrong" and your right, so you should get out and fix these problems" HUH?) The man knows what it takes to make an entertaining movie, it takes parts that make you cry, laugh and care, but I wouldn't take it as anymore then entertainment.
yes sir, Michael Moore's new movie about how evil and bad American health care is will be coming out June 29, but i got to see it first, oh boy, oh joy.
I really didn't want to see it that badly and I'm sure alot of other people that hung out by the "red carpet" just to see Michael Moore would crap some nice pants to watch the same movie at the same time as Moore, but fuck those people.
We drove to the shit about an hour early so we could line up and wait for a half hour (OMG I LOVE WAITING) We stood around next to people that got all dressed up, it made us look out of place till this couple showed up sporting FOOTBALL TEAMS! (It was like they just got out of bed) The other people beside us were in the movie or something, not sure when, maybe he was the guy in the Joe Kools. (sad that I have no idea)
They came by and asked us if we had any cameras or cell phones, then they let the first line in, then our line, they had the metal detector beepy things out and scanned us (they didn't beep, they made a sqweez toy noise) The older lady got her camera taken away (This sort of shit should always be at the theater.)
We pushed pasted the slow moving group and spotted some good seats at the top so we made a break for it. The time was 6:30 so we had a half hour to sit around till the shit started.
we watched as people walked in to see all the good seats taken. We also watched as people saved seats for people that showed up one minute before the movie started.
All the important people showed up late and took the seats that were reserved for them and then we all sat around waiting for Moore. He busted in and ranted on for god knows how long, then the lights went down low and the movie started at 7:30.
He then got up and was all "oh this isn't the starting"
Then we waited for a bit and the woman beside me said "I hope we don't have to move to a different theater" I turned to her and said "screw that, I'd leave."
The movie started and we all watched. Everyone clapped when people they knew showed up on the screen and everyone went bat shit crazy when the words "London" showed up. (OMG THATS WHERE I LIVE! WE ARE AT THE PLACE ON SCREEN RIGHT NOW! HOLY FUCKING SHIT!)
It ended and everyone clapped (I did.. I mean.. The guy was in the room and it was a pretty clappy ending)
It was still dark and the credits were still rolling, "if we want to go we gots to do it now" i said, we got up and walked out before the Q@A started. (I walked right pasted Moore when I was leaving. I could have punched him in the face if I wanted to but i kept walking because I'm better then that)
The movie? You want to know about the movie? uh, lets see, well it was better then Fahrenheit 9/11, it was shorter then his last few films, it left out some details when talking about other countries (it made other countries look like utopias) and he said that he was missing some shit about Canada "you might be watching the Canada parts of the movie and think "well wait thats wrong" and your right, so you should get out and fix these problems" HUH?) The man knows what it takes to make an entertaining movie, it takes parts that make you cry, laugh and care, but I wouldn't take it as anymore then entertainment.
Tuesday, June 5, 2007
Star Feet Academy.
I had a guy in front of me as i was driving home from work with a window sticker that read "Star Fleet Academy".
The car was this small white piece of crap that had a trunk for a backseat(sort of stereotypical in a way) I had to see who the hell would have this sort of thing, so i got into the other lane and gunned it hard. (not really)
I tried to keep the car on the road and looked sideways at the same time (tricky thing if you know how my car is) I didn't see anything shocking, I was sort of expecting the unexpected(hot girl) What I got was a middle aged man with long greasy black hair, big glasses and a half-ass beard that was begging to be shaved (i can't really talk about that last one myself)
I'm all for geek pride, but not greasy loser geek pride, that sort of thing brings us all down.
(meanwhile, at the EB)
I walked into the EB on the way home to see if the new Tomb Raider game was in, after being told by the clerk lady that I was a day early I spotted Planet Puzzle League (Tetris Attack or Pokemon Puzzle Challenge or Pokemon Puzzle League but made for the DS) I said that I would like to buy it.
As the whole deal was going down this guy beside me was talking to the clerk lady about video game news and what the internet is talking about these days (it was sort of like he had been waiting around for an hour trying to come up with new things to talk about. Everytime the clerk lady said anything to him she had this "go away" tone to her voice) "Oh whats this? Looks like a new game for the DS? Planet Puzzle League? whats that about?"
I wanted to say "Its like Tetris Attack" but then he would ask "Whats that?" and then I would end up explaining how it works so fuck that noise. The clerk lady said "its different puzzles" (technically true) He then took a moment to think about something new to say, "so i hear.....like in japan that Nintendo is beating the PS3...like 5 to 1" I said "I'm sick of hearing about Nintendo" under my breath.
The clerk lady then asked him where he got this info and told him not to believe that sort of thing as fact.
A part of me wanted to jump into the conversation, but then I would be talking to a guy who hangs out at the EB and a woman who really doesn't care.
They kept talking and I GTFO LOL.
The car was this small white piece of crap that had a trunk for a backseat(sort of stereotypical in a way) I had to see who the hell would have this sort of thing, so i got into the other lane and gunned it hard. (not really)
I tried to keep the car on the road and looked sideways at the same time (tricky thing if you know how my car is) I didn't see anything shocking, I was sort of expecting the unexpected(hot girl) What I got was a middle aged man with long greasy black hair, big glasses and a half-ass beard that was begging to be shaved (i can't really talk about that last one myself)
I'm all for geek pride, but not greasy loser geek pride, that sort of thing brings us all down.
(meanwhile, at the EB)
I walked into the EB on the way home to see if the new Tomb Raider game was in, after being told by the clerk lady that I was a day early I spotted Planet Puzzle League (Tetris Attack or Pokemon Puzzle Challenge or Pokemon Puzzle League but made for the DS) I said that I would like to buy it.
As the whole deal was going down this guy beside me was talking to the clerk lady about video game news and what the internet is talking about these days (it was sort of like he had been waiting around for an hour trying to come up with new things to talk about. Everytime the clerk lady said anything to him she had this "go away" tone to her voice) "Oh whats this? Looks like a new game for the DS? Planet Puzzle League? whats that about?"
I wanted to say "Its like Tetris Attack" but then he would ask "Whats that?" and then I would end up explaining how it works so fuck that noise. The clerk lady said "its different puzzles" (technically true) He then took a moment to think about something new to say, "so i hear.....like in japan that Nintendo is beating the PS3...like 5 to 1" I said "I'm sick of hearing about Nintendo" under my breath.
The clerk lady then asked him where he got this info and told him not to believe that sort of thing as fact.
A part of me wanted to jump into the conversation, but then I would be talking to a guy who hangs out at the EB and a woman who really doesn't care.
They kept talking and I GTFO LOL.
YTV, What Have You Done To Me?
Way back in the days of "The 90s" YTV ran what they called "short circuits". These 5 minute shorts filled in time between every damn show and they only had so many so everyone who watched any YTV at the time must have seen these things ten times a night and probably has at least some memory of the music and scenes burned into the back of the brain.
If you don't remember this shit, then you don't give a fuck. Maybe these were mind blowing back when they made them in the late 80s, but if you put them beside movies today then these are pretty shitty. (nostalgia powers)
I remember another one that they ran and it was this band playing a really fast song, but i think it used stop motion and had nothing to do with this.
If you don't remember this shit, then you don't give a fuck. Maybe these were mind blowing back when they made them in the late 80s, but if you put them beside movies today then these are pretty shitty. (nostalgia powers)
I remember another one that they ran and it was this band playing a really fast song, but i think it used stop motion and had nothing to do with this.
Thursday, May 24, 2007
You Be All Up In Myspace And Shit.
Everytime i hear a song by a band on the radio or whatever I end up going on Myspace to hear that song again. Then I remember that I have my own Myspace page and I end up checking it out to see if its still around or hacked or some other bullshit. Its still around but I already took down everything that made it "my space" months ago.
I knew it was shitty the day I joined. It like everyone made Hamster Dance sites about them selfs, shitty backgrounds, eye bleeding text color, music that BUSTS IN every time you visit someone else's page so then you gotta look for the fucking player and shut it off. (I stopped going to the ones with music then I would forget about the music and go to the ones with the music and then I would hear the music and be all "Oh shit! Now i remember the music"
I wanted to delete my page, but then it told me I had to go to my e-mail to "make it final", smart move by them, I still gotta get around to it.
I blame the bands that have more shit on Myspace then they do on their official sites, but i can't really blame them, websites are a crappy thing to have.
( 4 Jan 2006 23:41
"You should come to GT's tomorrow. I'm sure she won't, but it would be amazingly hilarious if Wendy showed up. Cause then we can laugh in her face.")
I knew it was shitty the day I joined. It like everyone made Hamster Dance sites about them selfs, shitty backgrounds, eye bleeding text color, music that BUSTS IN every time you visit someone else's page so then you gotta look for the fucking player and shut it off. (I stopped going to the ones with music then I would forget about the music and go to the ones with the music and then I would hear the music and be all "Oh shit! Now i remember the music"
I wanted to delete my page, but then it told me I had to go to my e-mail to "make it final", smart move by them, I still gotta get around to it.
I blame the bands that have more shit on Myspace then they do on their official sites, but i can't really blame them, websites are a crappy thing to have.
( 4 Jan 2006 23:41
"You should come to GT's tomorrow. I'm sure she won't, but it would be amazingly hilarious if Wendy showed up. Cause then we can laugh in her face.")
Wednesday, May 16, 2007
The Inevitable Take Over. (Part 1)
The path of life can go in many ways, for me it might end with me falling off some sort of life path hole or cliff or some shit.
Consider me giving in and taking over the family business a life hole.
If it ever comes to that then I'm going to do it my way and if my way is running it into the ground then god damn it, I'll do it my way.
I might have talked about the old family business before and how i don't want any part of it, but if it were to fall into my lap then expect a few changes. I've started to look on the plus side of lost dreams.
The word "Construction" is tired and dull and must go.(To me it means a shitty time outside) I suggest changing the word Construction to something fresh like "Operation Earth", it makes workers feel that they're making more of a difference in the world, trust me, if my career was in something called Operation Earth then I'd be happy to nail any kind of wood put in front of me.
Alright so maybe asking for a whole word to be changed is a bit much and i understand that. (I just found out I'm not going to have that sort of power) but i can't let Operation Earth fade into the past, so my first act as owner of the family business is to kick the whole family thing out of the business.
The whole Polish last name thing? Not going to work for me. The last thing I need is someone asking if I'm polish in some sort of Polock gibberish and then not buying my shitty house because I made fun of them for not speaking English.
More plus sides as the year goes by.
Consider me giving in and taking over the family business a life hole.
If it ever comes to that then I'm going to do it my way and if my way is running it into the ground then god damn it, I'll do it my way.
I might have talked about the old family business before and how i don't want any part of it, but if it were to fall into my lap then expect a few changes. I've started to look on the plus side of lost dreams.
The word "Construction" is tired and dull and must go.(To me it means a shitty time outside) I suggest changing the word Construction to something fresh like "Operation Earth", it makes workers feel that they're making more of a difference in the world, trust me, if my career was in something called Operation Earth then I'd be happy to nail any kind of wood put in front of me.
Alright so maybe asking for a whole word to be changed is a bit much and i understand that. (I just found out I'm not going to have that sort of power) but i can't let Operation Earth fade into the past, so my first act as owner of the family business is to kick the whole family thing out of the business.
The whole Polish last name thing? Not going to work for me. The last thing I need is someone asking if I'm polish in some sort of Polock gibberish and then not buying my shitty house because I made fun of them for not speaking English.
More plus sides as the year goes by.
Monday, May 14, 2007
Back To The Bump And Grind.
Took some what of a break last week. I blame it on the temp afternoon shift job.
I can't get a lick of motivation in the mornings but I always feel that I'm wasting time if I sleep it away. (but hanging out on the internet is time well spent?)
They didn't want me back this week so I'm back to posting on this blog everyday if everything goes as planned.
After a week of not posting and 40+ hours by myself I'm pretty much full of crazy fucking ideas to post. I also got a new idea of how to film things and whatever so I'm going to try to get into that in the next few weeks. Glad not alot of people look at this shit so i can post the ideas in sort of the blog style and use them for later.
Got up late today yet I'm still getting hit by some sort of snooze wall at around 7:00.
I can't get a lick of motivation in the mornings but I always feel that I'm wasting time if I sleep it away. (but hanging out on the internet is time well spent?)
They didn't want me back this week so I'm back to posting on this blog everyday if everything goes as planned.
After a week of not posting and 40+ hours by myself I'm pretty much full of crazy fucking ideas to post. I also got a new idea of how to film things and whatever so I'm going to try to get into that in the next few weeks. Glad not alot of people look at this shit so i can post the ideas in sort of the blog style and use them for later.
Got up late today yet I'm still getting hit by some sort of snooze wall at around 7:00.
Friday, May 4, 2007
Save The Rage For Later.
"What type of music do you like?"
What type of music do I like? I should slap the asshole off your fucking face for asking me that! This isn't the fucking 90's! You can't just ask that and get a "Rock! I like me some rock!"
This is mother fucking 2007. The Internet is running wild and so are a fuck ton of ways to find new music.
If you ask a guy "what type of music do you like?" and they tell you "oh rap" then toss that fuck out in the trash, not because the guy likes rap, but because he's a close mined prick who wants to only like one genre of music and blocks everything else off by calling it "queer" or some shit.
Sure you can hate a music genre (country makes life not worth living) but if you are only "in" to one genre and one genre only then thats just sad and your life is dry and gray.
I hear new music all the time from TV ads, radio, movies, shows and they can all be looked up and found on the internet (and the Internet can also be used to find a shit ton of music if you didn't know) yes i find music, music i like and some i don't, but I always keep looking and my music taste keeps changing around to what mood I'm in and what have you. I don't even hear half as much as i want to.
(Oh Yes, holding that one in for a few hours)
(Too many posts about work these days. I'll toss some rad into blog sometime Firday)
What type of music do I like? I should slap the asshole off your fucking face for asking me that! This isn't the fucking 90's! You can't just ask that and get a "Rock! I like me some rock!"
This is mother fucking 2007. The Internet is running wild and so are a fuck ton of ways to find new music.
If you ask a guy "what type of music do you like?" and they tell you "oh rap" then toss that fuck out in the trash, not because the guy likes rap, but because he's a close mined prick who wants to only like one genre of music and blocks everything else off by calling it "queer" or some shit.
Sure you can hate a music genre (country makes life not worth living) but if you are only "in" to one genre and one genre only then thats just sad and your life is dry and gray.
I hear new music all the time from TV ads, radio, movies, shows and they can all be looked up and found on the internet (and the Internet can also be used to find a shit ton of music if you didn't know) yes i find music, music i like and some i don't, but I always keep looking and my music taste keeps changing around to what mood I'm in and what have you. I don't even hear half as much as i want to.
(Oh Yes, holding that one in for a few hours)
(Too many posts about work these days. I'll toss some rad into blog sometime Firday)
Thursday, May 3, 2007
Yet Another Job To Fill.
Got up at around noon and checked the messages to find out that a job was open for me.
Got to the job around 2 and checked in. I've worked at this place before and i know how it works.
Its a clean place, but they never seem to be on the ball. I got moved around from job to job because they kept running out of work for me to do.
I was placed on putting white dots on black metal parts. These black metal parts were hanging on racks and the racks were all lined up in rows.
so the job was me fighting with these racks as i hold a clipboard, a pen and a marker.
I didn't really understand the job. They wanted me to check and see if these holes have been cut out of the metal, but after doing 5 racks and finding no rejects then i just stopped checking and just marked them off.
The best part was taking six long breaks in the nine hours i was working. The guy who showed me what to do seemed to busy and had other things on this mind, so he just sort of left me alone so i would wonder off, get some chips and watch TV whenever i was feeling bored.
Not much work was done in the nine hours and i felt pretty bad when i left knowing that some of those metal things were probably fucked. They told me it was for one day so they should have known about my half ass.
Got to the job around 2 and checked in. I've worked at this place before and i know how it works.
Its a clean place, but they never seem to be on the ball. I got moved around from job to job because they kept running out of work for me to do.
I was placed on putting white dots on black metal parts. These black metal parts were hanging on racks and the racks were all lined up in rows.
so the job was me fighting with these racks as i hold a clipboard, a pen and a marker.
I didn't really understand the job. They wanted me to check and see if these holes have been cut out of the metal, but after doing 5 racks and finding no rejects then i just stopped checking and just marked them off.
The best part was taking six long breaks in the nine hours i was working. The guy who showed me what to do seemed to busy and had other things on this mind, so he just sort of left me alone so i would wonder off, get some chips and watch TV whenever i was feeling bored.
Not much work was done in the nine hours and i felt pretty bad when i left knowing that some of those metal things were probably fucked. They told me it was for one day so they should have known about my half ass.
Monday, April 30, 2007
We'll Always Make It Through.
I'm going to blame it on the Saturday mind set.
"A Sunday night shift from 11pm till 7am? Why the fuck not?!"
It was a shift i was sure i wasn't going to get till i found out Sunday morning that it was going to be a long day even if i started it at 2:30 in the afternoon.
from 9 till 10:30 i was bored out of my mind and worrying about the shitty night i was about to have, then 10:30 rolled around and i packed a lunch and dove to work.
They set me up on the "hardest job", it wasn't that bad, its just that i had to deal with sticky wrap and i sucked ass at it, word got out and i was moved to more of my speed.
I glued shit down for an hour and a half then the first break came. I took my MP3 but could only play it on break. any music is good music.
back to work only to find that the glue job i was enjoying was filled and i was moved once again.
this time to a job that had be running around to different stations. Its was ok but after 2 hours of it you start to think about walking out of the building before someone even remembers your gone.
Middle break and i wasn't hungry. Drank both of my juice boxxes.
Back to the same old shitty job of running about and placing shit on shit....whatever.
last break. found a $1 hiding in my wallet. Had the Mp3 going and drank Dr pepper and had my sandwich.
I turned around at one point to find i was the only one in the room, i got up and took off my MP3 player, a woman came in and said "your late sunshine, better hurry or your going to get in shit." i came back with a "oh no. oh no. what will i do?"
she said something else but i was already out the door before she was done talking.
7 rolled around and i grabbed my shit and got the fuck out. I guess i left early or something cause no one else was getting in there cars.
came home only to have to drive down to commissioners road cause dad dropped off the truck.
I drove back. Surprisingly we made it home alive.
I got afternoon shifts for Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursdays at the same place.
Now I'm going to have a nice coma.
(I hope i never wake up)
"A Sunday night shift from 11pm till 7am? Why the fuck not?!"
It was a shift i was sure i wasn't going to get till i found out Sunday morning that it was going to be a long day even if i started it at 2:30 in the afternoon.
from 9 till 10:30 i was bored out of my mind and worrying about the shitty night i was about to have, then 10:30 rolled around and i packed a lunch and dove to work.
They set me up on the "hardest job", it wasn't that bad, its just that i had to deal with sticky wrap and i sucked ass at it, word got out and i was moved to more of my speed.
I glued shit down for an hour and a half then the first break came. I took my MP3 but could only play it on break. any music is good music.
back to work only to find that the glue job i was enjoying was filled and i was moved once again.
this time to a job that had be running around to different stations. Its was ok but after 2 hours of it you start to think about walking out of the building before someone even remembers your gone.
Middle break and i wasn't hungry. Drank both of my juice boxxes.
Back to the same old shitty job of running about and placing shit on shit....whatever.
last break. found a $1 hiding in my wallet. Had the Mp3 going and drank Dr pepper and had my sandwich.
I turned around at one point to find i was the only one in the room, i got up and took off my MP3 player, a woman came in and said "your late sunshine, better hurry or your going to get in shit." i came back with a "oh no. oh no. what will i do?"
she said something else but i was already out the door before she was done talking.
7 rolled around and i grabbed my shit and got the fuck out. I guess i left early or something cause no one else was getting in there cars.
came home only to have to drive down to commissioners road cause dad dropped off the truck.
I drove back. Surprisingly we made it home alive.
I got afternoon shifts for Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursdays at the same place.
Now I'm going to have a nice coma.
(I hope i never wake up)
Friday, April 27, 2007
Viewed As Nothing More
Got up late. 7:30 late.
"Aw crap" I said as i rushed down the stairs, "I'm really fucked this time"
I called the temp peoples up and told them I'd be running late. They said "oh ok"
I took a quick shower, made some lunch, then got the fuck out.
I drove to the place thinking about the people working without me and how i was going to be all "drrrrrr alarm clock drrrrrr"
I walked in to see no one around, Dr. Phil popped up and was all "we don't work Fridays"
"you leave early Thursdays and you don't work Fridays? How does anything get done?" (he didn't hear me)
I guess i should have known this, I've worked at the place before, but that was months ago and I've worked at a few other places since then (add to me not being very sharp in the memory department) I can play the blame game all day. I've done stupider things then go to work on a day off. I was unlucky that no one said "Have a nice weekend" on Thursday cause then i would have asked them "What about Friday?". I should have asked questions and get some info, but I'm all in my head at work, I break away from the people around me and think about other things other then hanging shit on hooks, i get pretty deep into it.
Oh well. Not sure whats going on today, dad is mad at me for not staying on the ball. I guess he has plans set for Monday because he thought i would be working today but now that I'm not he could have got those plans done today, but too late! (I was born to mess with his plans)
(Not 5 minutes in the place and i smell like shit)
("Wheres the milk!?" "I DON'T KNOW!" "YOU HAD IT LAST!" "THAT WAS 2 HOURS AGO!")
"Aw crap" I said as i rushed down the stairs, "I'm really fucked this time"
I called the temp peoples up and told them I'd be running late. They said "oh ok"
I took a quick shower, made some lunch, then got the fuck out.
I drove to the place thinking about the people working without me and how i was going to be all "drrrrrr alarm clock drrrrrr"
I walked in to see no one around, Dr. Phil popped up and was all "we don't work Fridays"
"you leave early Thursdays and you don't work Fridays? How does anything get done?" (he didn't hear me)
I guess i should have known this, I've worked at the place before, but that was months ago and I've worked at a few other places since then (add to me not being very sharp in the memory department) I can play the blame game all day. I've done stupider things then go to work on a day off. I was unlucky that no one said "Have a nice weekend" on Thursday cause then i would have asked them "What about Friday?". I should have asked questions and get some info, but I'm all in my head at work, I break away from the people around me and think about other things other then hanging shit on hooks, i get pretty deep into it.
Oh well. Not sure whats going on today, dad is mad at me for not staying on the ball. I guess he has plans set for Monday because he thought i would be working today but now that I'm not he could have got those plans done today, but too late! (I was born to mess with his plans)
(Not 5 minutes in the place and i smell like shit)
("Wheres the milk!?" "I DON'T KNOW!" "YOU HAD IT LAST!" "THAT WAS 2 HOURS AGO!")
Wednesday, April 25, 2007
Ohs Noz! Its The Venture Bros!
The sudden demise of Hank and Dean leaves you wondering just what will become of season two! Who will step in and take the places of the Venture Brothers?!? How will everyone deal with the loss of the two boys!?! How will it all lead up to the Showdown At Cremation Creek?!?
ONLY ONE WAY TO FIND OUT!
Explaining the show to someone can get complicated. Its sort of like a huge parody of johnny quest and the hardy boys, but a generation after and bigger. Yep.
I picked up season two and Adult Swim always has to have sweet sweet box art for all their shows. I don't have the fetish for box art or anything. I'm just a man who can appreciate it.
Season two is a short 13 episodes, but its all very enjoyable. "20 years to midnight" (they forgot the word "years" on the back of the box) being the best episode and "Guess who's coming to state dinner" being the worst.
Not everyone will enjoy the show. It can be silly, weird, odd and confusing. One of the characters, Dr. Girlfriend, has a very deep and manly voice that is strange and out of place at first, but then it starts to grow on you and you forget all about it till someone points it out.
Its hard for new comers to get into the show cause, in my opinion, the first few episodes of season one are really stupid. You have like 4 fucked up episodes in a row and if your not already a fan then those episodes will just make you pass up the whole show.
Then the yard sale episode hits and it only gets awesomer from that point on. much more awesomer.
Anyway yeah. venture bros. woo.
ONLY ONE WAY TO FIND OUT!
Explaining the show to someone can get complicated. Its sort of like a huge parody of johnny quest and the hardy boys, but a generation after and bigger. Yep.
I picked up season two and Adult Swim always has to have sweet sweet box art for all their shows. I don't have the fetish for box art or anything. I'm just a man who can appreciate it.
Season two is a short 13 episodes, but its all very enjoyable. "20 years to midnight" (they forgot the word "years" on the back of the box) being the best episode and "Guess who's coming to state dinner" being the worst.
Not everyone will enjoy the show. It can be silly, weird, odd and confusing. One of the characters, Dr. Girlfriend, has a very deep and manly voice that is strange and out of place at first, but then it starts to grow on you and you forget all about it till someone points it out.
Its hard for new comers to get into the show cause, in my opinion, the first few episodes of season one are really stupid. You have like 4 fucked up episodes in a row and if your not already a fan then those episodes will just make you pass up the whole show.
Then the yard sale episode hits and it only gets awesomer from that point on. much more awesomer.
Anyway yeah. venture bros. woo.
Monday, April 23, 2007
Stab Me In The Back, Shoot Me In The Face, Swing And A Miss (Swing And A Miss)
Got up this morning and packed my lunch expecting to be working for my dad on a nice sunny morning. Then the phone rang and the whole day was flipped around.
The temp people over at Derby called my up and told me they had a job for me this week and forever and ever. Derby hasn't called me in a few months so it was odd and unexpected. The job isn't far away so thats a big plus for me, thats the best plus i can think of.
I've worked at this place a few times last summer so its been a year. I walked in to see the same cast of characters hunting the place.
The woman that looks like a crazy cat person, she offers cookies to everyone.
The man that looks like Dr. Phil, he likes to talk groceries and Realty TV.
The guy who looks like cousin Sal from Jimmy Kimmel Live. (he talked to me about getting a trade and getting money, he said something like "You don't want to be some gay artist or something do ya? course not!"
The rest of the group of guys talk about UFC and look at workout magazines. "Guess how much i can bench press."
Some new faces. One guy i named "G-unit guy". I call him that because he wears a $400 outfit to work. This place works with chemicals and the smell hits you right when you enter the building and stays with you till you wash your shit. I wear a T-shirt i got for free and a pair of jeans that my mom probably found on the side of the street. I guess he has to represent and keep it real where ever he goes.
and of course the mandatory Jamaican guy who's only response to anything is "Yes! Ok!".
The job is all about fast fingers. You grab nuts and bolts and other random metal and place them on racks, Tons of pinching. Years of video games do nothing for me.
It might be fine for now but who knows how long it takes before i break. I'll be good for this week then I'll think about it. This bullshit is $8.50 an hour. I can get something better.
Last year my hours for this job were 2:00pm till 12:00am. Now that sucked.
I'm just waiting for one of the sharp metals to rip one of my finger nails off. I can see it happening. My fingers already have cuts and this is only day one.
Having a temp job means not working for my dad. Not working for my dad means that my dad is never angry at me for something stupid i did at work. Maybe the best part of a temp job.
(I have the band "The Pillows" on these days. It's a Japanese band and i don't understand a word of it.)
The temp people over at Derby called my up and told me they had a job for me this week and forever and ever. Derby hasn't called me in a few months so it was odd and unexpected. The job isn't far away so thats a big plus for me, thats the best plus i can think of.
I've worked at this place a few times last summer so its been a year. I walked in to see the same cast of characters hunting the place.
The woman that looks like a crazy cat person, she offers cookies to everyone.
The man that looks like Dr. Phil, he likes to talk groceries and Realty TV.
The guy who looks like cousin Sal from Jimmy Kimmel Live. (he talked to me about getting a trade and getting money, he said something like "You don't want to be some gay artist or something do ya? course not!"
The rest of the group of guys talk about UFC and look at workout magazines. "Guess how much i can bench press."
Some new faces. One guy i named "G-unit guy". I call him that because he wears a $400 outfit to work. This place works with chemicals and the smell hits you right when you enter the building and stays with you till you wash your shit. I wear a T-shirt i got for free and a pair of jeans that my mom probably found on the side of the street. I guess he has to represent and keep it real where ever he goes.
and of course the mandatory Jamaican guy who's only response to anything is "Yes! Ok!".
The job is all about fast fingers. You grab nuts and bolts and other random metal and place them on racks, Tons of pinching. Years of video games do nothing for me.
It might be fine for now but who knows how long it takes before i break. I'll be good for this week then I'll think about it. This bullshit is $8.50 an hour. I can get something better.
Last year my hours for this job were 2:00pm till 12:00am. Now that sucked.
I'm just waiting for one of the sharp metals to rip one of my finger nails off. I can see it happening. My fingers already have cuts and this is only day one.
Having a temp job means not working for my dad. Not working for my dad means that my dad is never angry at me for something stupid i did at work. Maybe the best part of a temp job.
(I have the band "The Pillows" on these days. It's a Japanese band and i don't understand a word of it.)
Sunday, April 22, 2007
A Mighty Weekend
Good weekend. Shit was done. Change of season depression hit me a few times but i kept busy. (I can't be the only one!)
With the party crashing and the walking for the first time in a year and the movie I've already seen all adds up to a weekend that didn't go wasted, but this blog isn't about details so fuck.
I've been playing Drill Dozer and its getting pretty addicting. I'm take a liking to handheld games over anything on consoles these days. I'll get a Drill Dozer Review up when its done.
Ghost In The Shell makes me wish I could talk without moving my lips.
Its going to be summer of money saving. Thats where the PS2 comes in. Can't go wrong with a $130 system that has one million and 1 cheap games. (Better then a $700 system that has nothing bahahahahaaha) I also have a plan to buy a 360 by the end of the year or whenever RE5 comes out.
I also plan to get all my books I've started and maybe re-read some old ones. Reading outside is pretty nice.
Working out and getting in shape is also in the cards.
Need a new MP3 player.
Need a new belt.
Need to cut old jeans to make new shorts.
So this summer is about making life alot better for myself and keeping myself busy so summer depression doesn't set in as much as last year.
With the party crashing and the walking for the first time in a year and the movie I've already seen all adds up to a weekend that didn't go wasted, but this blog isn't about details so fuck.
I've been playing Drill Dozer and its getting pretty addicting. I'm take a liking to handheld games over anything on consoles these days. I'll get a Drill Dozer Review up when its done.
Ghost In The Shell makes me wish I could talk without moving my lips.
Its going to be summer of money saving. Thats where the PS2 comes in. Can't go wrong with a $130 system that has one million and 1 cheap games. (Better then a $700 system that has nothing bahahahahaaha) I also have a plan to buy a 360 by the end of the year or whenever RE5 comes out.
I also plan to get all my books I've started and maybe re-read some old ones. Reading outside is pretty nice.
Working out and getting in shape is also in the cards.
Need a new MP3 player.
Need a new belt.
Need to cut old jeans to make new shorts.
So this summer is about making life alot better for myself and keeping myself busy so summer depression doesn't set in as much as last year.
Thursday, April 19, 2007
Grand Opportunity Wasted.
Oh that tech killer is all the rage these days with his videos and pictures and mailing them to NBC.
(BAH BAH BAH We all know the sob story)
Good idea if you want to stay in the headlines for a few more days, but it doesn't really add any more development to the massacre.
Instead of giving his best Napoleon Dynamite impression (or my natural voice) he could of spiced that shit up. Maybe get cocky and put on some sun glasses on, light up a smoke and ask everyone how it went.
This is a video the world is going to see and when they do your going to be dead! Why waste something like that? Give a few shout outs, tell everyone that it's still not save to go outside, piss everyone off one last time. The whole "I'm evil and crazy and also the dark lord that will make blood rain down on woman and children" thing has been done to death and didn't surprise anyone.
This is an event people are going to remember. Hype it up and get people talking, I'm not talking about hanging posters on the wall that say "Everyone Come To My Massacre! April 16! Its going to be a blast!" I'm talking more along the lines of "viral marketing".
Leave video and audio Discs laying around for people to find. Make sure it gives them hints on whats to come. Get creative with it, change your voice around, make it real spooky and always remember to use numbers at the end that hint the date, but don't just give it away! We want to make this a mystery.
Now i have to give it to him... he mailed it in between shootings? Did he plan that? Was the real plan just to mail the shit and then start shooting? did he some how forget to mail it and then was all "Aw shit thats right. The package! " that part is just odd to me. Too much of a risk.
Anyway back to the video people will see after your dead. Now this one should be something great. keep a "making history" state of mind when making this one. Do something no one will see coming.
I said be cocky with sunglasses and a smoke before and its a good one (make a joke about smoking... "These things will kill ya")
Start it with "well if it isn't the bad guy back from the dead" I recommend you have a few drinks first to loosen up a bit. (but not too much, we don't want people thinking your an alcoholic or something)
Talk for as long as you want, maybe about the shootings and how many people you thought you would kill. maybe a list of people you wanted to kill. Everything everyone doesn't want to hear.
Maybe talk about yourself and the people you knew. Maybe tell everyone what made you do it so we can ban the right thing.
Always leave them wanting more. Tell that there's a second person on the loose that will do the same thing very soon, just for shits, list some people that ain't safe and that they are a target. (Just some random people from school you've never seen before)
well at least that's what I would do if I were to go out and kill a few people then myself. So if this sort of thing starts then it might be me. If not then some asshole is copying my idea and before i find out who than that asshole will be dead. Asshole.
(BAH BAH BAH We all know the sob story)
Good idea if you want to stay in the headlines for a few more days, but it doesn't really add any more development to the massacre.
Instead of giving his best Napoleon Dynamite impression (or my natural voice) he could of spiced that shit up. Maybe get cocky and put on some sun glasses on, light up a smoke and ask everyone how it went.
This is a video the world is going to see and when they do your going to be dead! Why waste something like that? Give a few shout outs, tell everyone that it's still not save to go outside, piss everyone off one last time. The whole "I'm evil and crazy and also the dark lord that will make blood rain down on woman and children" thing has been done to death and didn't surprise anyone.
This is an event people are going to remember. Hype it up and get people talking, I'm not talking about hanging posters on the wall that say "Everyone Come To My Massacre! April 16! Its going to be a blast!" I'm talking more along the lines of "viral marketing".
Leave video and audio Discs laying around for people to find. Make sure it gives them hints on whats to come. Get creative with it, change your voice around, make it real spooky and always remember to use numbers at the end that hint the date, but don't just give it away! We want to make this a mystery.
Now i have to give it to him... he mailed it in between shootings? Did he plan that? Was the real plan just to mail the shit and then start shooting? did he some how forget to mail it and then was all "Aw shit thats right. The package! " that part is just odd to me. Too much of a risk.
Anyway back to the video people will see after your dead. Now this one should be something great. keep a "making history" state of mind when making this one. Do something no one will see coming.
I said be cocky with sunglasses and a smoke before and its a good one (make a joke about smoking... "These things will kill ya")
Start it with "well if it isn't the bad guy back from the dead" I recommend you have a few drinks first to loosen up a bit. (but not too much, we don't want people thinking your an alcoholic or something)
Talk for as long as you want, maybe about the shootings and how many people you thought you would kill. maybe a list of people you wanted to kill. Everything everyone doesn't want to hear.
Maybe talk about yourself and the people you knew. Maybe tell everyone what made you do it so we can ban the right thing.
Always leave them wanting more. Tell that there's a second person on the loose that will do the same thing very soon, just for shits, list some people that ain't safe and that they are a target. (Just some random people from school you've never seen before)
well at least that's what I would do if I were to go out and kill a few people then myself. So if this sort of thing starts then it might be me. If not then some asshole is copying my idea and before i find out who than that asshole will be dead. Asshole.
Tuesday, April 17, 2007
I Don't Want To Die Anymore.
Do we really need a MyDeathSpace.com?
I know the Internet should have everything, but a site that finds dead people's Myspace pages? I know when somethings wrong and this site ain't right.
Its fucking creepy! Just go to one and you'll find pictures of dead people happy, a list of people they want to meet, shows they like to watch, music they love, blogs and people making plans with them for this coming weekend. (I'm sure alot of people find joy in it)
super_sneaky_ninja
When i popped into this site the song "overkill" by Colin Hay started playing. I know the tune cause it plays at the start of a Scrubs episode so that means she probably liked scrubs too and it fucks me up to think about it.
I found out about this site a few weeks after I made a Myspace page (maybe a year and a half ago) and it just turned me off the whole site. At least in Facebook you can stop people from looking at your shit. (I don't want to show up on this fuck of a site)
kazinkilu (pick any god damn comment from this one)
If I ever know someone that has a Facebook and that person ends up getting killed i would never leave anything on their messages. Thats damn creepy. No fucking "I Love you" "I miss you" "just thinking about you" none of that crap. You look at the dates of the messages and they are all "Can't want for the summer! Cute boys LOL" then the next one will be all "This is all just a bad dream i will never wake up from. I wish i could see you again" I'm pretty sure the internet isn't in heaven so why the fuck would you? I would never go on their site again. I don't need that.
(and what sort of asshole watches CNN or FOX for news updates on this shooting crap? I couldn't take ten minutes of them going over how some guy recorded shit with his cell phone.)
(I wish more people took time out of staying alive to record some shooting action. I'm getting so bored of watching the American army kill Iraqis for fun. The death toll needs a new shade.)
I know the Internet should have everything, but a site that finds dead people's Myspace pages? I know when somethings wrong and this site ain't right.
Its fucking creepy! Just go to one and you'll find pictures of dead people happy, a list of people they want to meet, shows they like to watch, music they love, blogs and people making plans with them for this coming weekend. (I'm sure alot of people find joy in it)
super_sneaky_ninja
When i popped into this site the song "overkill" by Colin Hay started playing. I know the tune cause it plays at the start of a Scrubs episode so that means she probably liked scrubs too and it fucks me up to think about it.
I found out about this site a few weeks after I made a Myspace page (maybe a year and a half ago) and it just turned me off the whole site. At least in Facebook you can stop people from looking at your shit. (I don't want to show up on this fuck of a site)
kazinkilu (pick any god damn comment from this one)
If I ever know someone that has a Facebook and that person ends up getting killed i would never leave anything on their messages. Thats damn creepy. No fucking "I Love you" "I miss you" "just thinking about you" none of that crap. You look at the dates of the messages and they are all "Can't want for the summer! Cute boys LOL" then the next one will be all "This is all just a bad dream i will never wake up from. I wish i could see you again" I'm pretty sure the internet isn't in heaven so why the fuck would you? I would never go on their site again. I don't need that.
(and what sort of asshole watches CNN or FOX for news updates on this shooting crap? I couldn't take ten minutes of them going over how some guy recorded shit with his cell phone.)
(I wish more people took time out of staying alive to record some shooting action. I'm getting so bored of watching the American army kill Iraqis for fun. The death toll needs a new shade.)
Sunday, April 15, 2007
Tips To Living Dangerously. Tip #64: Danger In Juice.
Drinking out of a glass bottle is safe when the top of the bottle isn't busted.
but at the same time it can also be pretty boring. Not alot of danger in juice. Tip #64 is here to change all that.
instead of unscrewing the cap like a boring whore, take a household hammer and bust that sonofabitch open so that the top is uneven with pointy sharp glass.
Safe unbusted glass bottles are for people with vagina's. You don't have a vagina do you? Course not. Your a man. Now take a sip of that juice! You deserve it.
if you start living by the tips then you will die by the tips. Trust me on this one.
(I KNOW I'VE USED THE BLOOD PICTURE BEFORE SHUT UP IT WORKS DAMN IT BAHHHHH)
but at the same time it can also be pretty boring. Not alot of danger in juice. Tip #64 is here to change all that.
instead of unscrewing the cap like a boring whore, take a household hammer and bust that sonofabitch open so that the top is uneven with pointy sharp glass.
Safe unbusted glass bottles are for people with vagina's. You don't have a vagina do you? Course not. Your a man. Now take a sip of that juice! You deserve it.
if you start living by the tips then you will die by the tips. Trust me on this one.
(I KNOW I'VE USED THE BLOOD PICTURE BEFORE SHUT UP IT WORKS DAMN IT BAHHHHH)
Thursday, April 12, 2007
I'm Jelling For Television.
Is it me or did the last two days of being fucked around with drugs change me around today.
Got plans good sir.
You want to know about the plans? That would be so good for you. surprises my friend! Everyone loves 'em.
Besides, telling you the plans will make me feel like i owe you one successful plan. I can't sleep with that on my mind.
You will know when the time comes.
or maybe this craziness will pass, i hope not.
I need TV.
Got plans good sir.
You want to know about the plans? That would be so good for you. surprises my friend! Everyone loves 'em.
Besides, telling you the plans will make me feel like i owe you one successful plan. I can't sleep with that on my mind.
You will know when the time comes.
or maybe this craziness will pass, i hope not.
I need TV.
Thursday, April 5, 2007
A Day Of Riding Shot Gun And Not Alot Of Fun
Woke up at 5 and got ready. Didn't pack a lunch.(no time) I got out in the snow at ten to six only to find that my keys are shit and never want to unlock the door when i really need them to. After 2 minutes of yelling "shit fuck mother fucking cold bitch fucking shit" I finally got the door unlocked and drove off.
Got to the job at six to find some guy smoking. He told me to move my car so i did. He went inside and went into is office, he had birds, tons of birds, big birds, little birds, birds as big as your head. He was also not the person i was looking for.
The people i wanted showed up late. two males and one female. I met John.(Hey! I remember his name!) He was with the same temp agency as me.(so what?) He was older and wouldn't shut up.
We loaded some paper onto two trucks then John and the older woman took off.(never got her name)
I was with Tom.(another name!) He was saying numbers to himself as he did paper work. I stood around wondering what was going on. "well lets go!" he said. I got myself in the truck as he did this that and the other thing to get it going. I sat and watched.
We got on the road at seven and drove around the city. We dropped paper off at a public school and then picked up printers at office buildings downtown.(so they deal with paper and printers, good to know)
"well one more stop then its off to Windsor"
"Ok... wait what? Windsor? I've been to Windsor! That shits far! No one said anything about driving to Windsor!"
"I go to Windsor a few times a week. its nothing."
so we drove to Windsor, well he did, i passed out a few times on the way. We stopped at a few buildings, but no one was around. Less work i guess. Its not like i did anything anyway. I sort of watched him do all the work and maybe acted like i was helping.
A few stops later and we found our selfs at some tech office "Boy everything looks very nice and expensive in here" Not really sure what they did. Websites maybe? All I know for sure is that the break room had it's own name and theme. Area 51! Sci-fi posters on the walls, Foosball table, Pool table, Xbox. Tech people got the life.
We had to get this huge fucking printer upstairs and we used the stair climber 3000. It was still a bitch. (I was hoping it was a robot that would be all "Leave it to me humans") anyway after that we headed back to London. An hour and a half of naps naps naps.
They gave me a shirt to wear for the day. I wore a sweater over it and i also had my cool looking beat up hobo shit green jacket on.
That was about it. 11 and a half hours of driving around. I wish i could do it again next week, but I'm getting the teeth pulled. Lame.
Got to the job at six to find some guy smoking. He told me to move my car so i did. He went inside and went into is office, he had birds, tons of birds, big birds, little birds, birds as big as your head. He was also not the person i was looking for.
The people i wanted showed up late. two males and one female. I met John.(Hey! I remember his name!) He was with the same temp agency as me.(so what?) He was older and wouldn't shut up.
We loaded some paper onto two trucks then John and the older woman took off.(never got her name)
I was with Tom.(another name!) He was saying numbers to himself as he did paper work. I stood around wondering what was going on. "well lets go!" he said. I got myself in the truck as he did this that and the other thing to get it going. I sat and watched.
We got on the road at seven and drove around the city. We dropped paper off at a public school and then picked up printers at office buildings downtown.(so they deal with paper and printers, good to know)
"well one more stop then its off to Windsor"
"Ok... wait what? Windsor? I've been to Windsor! That shits far! No one said anything about driving to Windsor!"
"I go to Windsor a few times a week. its nothing."
so we drove to Windsor, well he did, i passed out a few times on the way. We stopped at a few buildings, but no one was around. Less work i guess. Its not like i did anything anyway. I sort of watched him do all the work and maybe acted like i was helping.
A few stops later and we found our selfs at some tech office "Boy everything looks very nice and expensive in here" Not really sure what they did. Websites maybe? All I know for sure is that the break room had it's own name and theme. Area 51! Sci-fi posters on the walls, Foosball table, Pool table, Xbox. Tech people got the life.
We had to get this huge fucking printer upstairs and we used the stair climber 3000. It was still a bitch. (I was hoping it was a robot that would be all "Leave it to me humans") anyway after that we headed back to London. An hour and a half of naps naps naps.
They gave me a shirt to wear for the day. I wore a sweater over it and i also had my cool looking beat up hobo shit green jacket on.
That was about it. 11 and a half hours of driving around. I wish i could do it again next week, but I'm getting the teeth pulled. Lame.
Wednesday, April 4, 2007
Back To The Same Old Basic Bah Bah Bah.
I just had to open my big mouth. Winter is back for one more scare and it picked a great time of the week. Just when i thought i was done with getting up early to cold crappy snow for another 6 or so months it comes rawwwwwwring back to piss me off.
Tomorrow starts at 5:00am for me because my shitty shift at some shit place under a bridge starts at 6. Hooray.
A full day of heavy lifting, meeting new people, forgetting new names and answering shitty questions.
"You in school? You like hockey? Girlfriend? Bitches? Bah Bah Bah?"
The best thing about being a temp is the agency calling you. They tell you the job and you tell them if you want to take it or not, makes you feel like some sort of big shot, kinda.
"$8.50 an hour? Who do you think your talking to?"
The thing about the whole temp life style(life style?) is that you never know what your going to get. When you get in the building you start to spot the good jobs, don't even kid yourself, you will never be doing the job you want. I just want a job alone that i can do for 10 hours and then leave. No fuss and no muss.
You will get shown around the building and meet people as some loud Machine in the back round is humming so no one can hear shit. You will then walk over to your station and meet the person you will be working with.
The partner. I always hope my partner is out going and will talk to me cause i sure as hell ain't fucking talking to him. Did i say him? Its not always a guy. Sometimes its a woman, not a good looking woman, but I've had my share of good looking partners.
anyway, after getting to know the partner they should fill you in on all the drama and shit that goes on, they will even tell you the easy way of doing the job.
If the job blows(like sucks so much it blows) then getting out of it is sort of tricky, the best way to getting out is waiting for lunch.(if you can make it till then) enter the lunch room and take a look around for the person that doesn't talk to anyone, the outcast or someone who doesn't speak English very well. Sit down and make some sort of small talk, maybe get deep into their lives, do they have kids? Do they have a house? how did their parents die? Shit like that.
Then when your done eating lunch (eat it fast) tell them that if anyone asks, you went home sick. (or if you can act sick then be my guest, I've haven't acted sick in a few years so i don't really know how i would do.)
Sneak out the back door so no one that cares will see you then run to your car and drive off.(gets the heart pumping) Get to a phone quick and tell the temp agency that you left the job and you've told someone that you left (better that you tell them then the people you just fucked over)
Thats just the basics. I want to say more, but i don't want the "tempers" after me. (they always need rides home)
Tomorrow starts at 5:00am for me because my shitty shift at some shit place under a bridge starts at 6. Hooray.
A full day of heavy lifting, meeting new people, forgetting new names and answering shitty questions.
"You in school? You like hockey? Girlfriend? Bitches? Bah Bah Bah?"
The best thing about being a temp is the agency calling you. They tell you the job and you tell them if you want to take it or not, makes you feel like some sort of big shot, kinda.
"$8.50 an hour? Who do you think your talking to?"
The thing about the whole temp life style(life style?) is that you never know what your going to get. When you get in the building you start to spot the good jobs, don't even kid yourself, you will never be doing the job you want. I just want a job alone that i can do for 10 hours and then leave. No fuss and no muss.
You will get shown around the building and meet people as some loud Machine in the back round is humming so no one can hear shit. You will then walk over to your station and meet the person you will be working with.
The partner. I always hope my partner is out going and will talk to me cause i sure as hell ain't fucking talking to him. Did i say him? Its not always a guy. Sometimes its a woman, not a good looking woman, but I've had my share of good looking partners.
anyway, after getting to know the partner they should fill you in on all the drama and shit that goes on, they will even tell you the easy way of doing the job.
If the job blows(like sucks so much it blows) then getting out of it is sort of tricky, the best way to getting out is waiting for lunch.(if you can make it till then) enter the lunch room and take a look around for the person that doesn't talk to anyone, the outcast or someone who doesn't speak English very well. Sit down and make some sort of small talk, maybe get deep into their lives, do they have kids? Do they have a house? how did their parents die? Shit like that.
Then when your done eating lunch (eat it fast) tell them that if anyone asks, you went home sick. (or if you can act sick then be my guest, I've haven't acted sick in a few years so i don't really know how i would do.)
Sneak out the back door so no one that cares will see you then run to your car and drive off.(gets the heart pumping) Get to a phone quick and tell the temp agency that you left the job and you've told someone that you left (better that you tell them then the people you just fucked over)
Thats just the basics. I want to say more, but i don't want the "tempers" after me. (they always need rides home)
Start Up The Death Toll.
Now that ice and snow and balls numb below zero shitty winter is finally almost dead we can now look forward to spring and summer and all the joy that comes with it.
Swimming, drinking outside.......yeah.
but is summer really as care free as we think? Is there more to worry about then getting sand in our fucking sandwiches? (damn you fucking beach)
Some people like to believe in this globe warming hoopla and that this summer will be the hottest of all time.
It makes me wonder if these globe warming nuts want people to die from heat this summer. They want a god damn death toll! They want people to fucking burn so more people will join this fad that will just die out when we all die out from this fad. (know what I'm sayin?)
"The more the better!" is what Al Gore would say.
"I want to see burn wards packed. I want to see people being sent away because they have no more vacancies. Let the sun take the skin off every man, woman and child. Let the skin of the innocent get crispy and black."
Sounds like Gore, anything to get people to listen to what he has to say. That guy will say anything.
The point to all this? Sun block, don't be part of the death toll, people will use your death in their own personal gain and thats just wrong, even if it means saving the earth.
Swimming, drinking outside.......yeah.
but is summer really as care free as we think? Is there more to worry about then getting sand in our fucking sandwiches? (damn you fucking beach)
Some people like to believe in this globe warming hoopla and that this summer will be the hottest of all time.
It makes me wonder if these globe warming nuts want people to die from heat this summer. They want a god damn death toll! They want people to fucking burn so more people will join this fad that will just die out when we all die out from this fad. (know what I'm sayin?)
"The more the better!" is what Al Gore would say.
"I want to see burn wards packed. I want to see people being sent away because they have no more vacancies. Let the sun take the skin off every man, woman and child. Let the skin of the innocent get crispy and black."
Sounds like Gore, anything to get people to listen to what he has to say. That guy will say anything.
The point to all this? Sun block, don't be part of the death toll, people will use your death in their own personal gain and thats just wrong, even if it means saving the earth.
Sunday, April 1, 2007
ROCKET SLIME!
Can Square Enix really make a good game that isn't an RPG?
I guess the answer is "Yeah sure"
I heard it was good, but then it just sort of fell off the word of mouth radar. I kept seeing it at EB for $25 so i went "why not?"
Rocket Slime is a spin off of the Dragon Quest games(big RPGs in japan) You don't play any of the main character from Dragon Quest, but you do play as a Slime (A slime is sort of the mascot of the dragon quest games)
Rocket slime is not an RPG, it sort of starts out as a Zelda game but as you play it for an hour it grows into something else.
The game pretty much has you rushing into a whole bunch of shit like items and bad guys, you pick them up and carry them over to carts that bring them back to your town.
After you beat the first level you find this tank castle place and you start to use it in one-on-one battles against other tank castle things (I'm new OK) that are hanging out in levels.
so the shit you find in the levels can be used as fire power(neat).
thats what I've got from it so far, stay tuned.
I guess the answer is "Yeah sure"
I heard it was good, but then it just sort of fell off the word of mouth radar. I kept seeing it at EB for $25 so i went "why not?"
Rocket Slime is a spin off of the Dragon Quest games(big RPGs in japan) You don't play any of the main character from Dragon Quest, but you do play as a Slime (A slime is sort of the mascot of the dragon quest games)
Rocket slime is not an RPG, it sort of starts out as a Zelda game but as you play it for an hour it grows into something else.
The game pretty much has you rushing into a whole bunch of shit like items and bad guys, you pick them up and carry them over to carts that bring them back to your town.
After you beat the first level you find this tank castle place and you start to use it in one-on-one battles against other tank castle things (I'm new OK) that are hanging out in levels.
so the shit you find in the levels can be used as fire power(neat).
thats what I've got from it so far, stay tuned.
The Call Out: Award Shows.
Award shows? Give me a break.
Don't get me started on award shows, its fine if your up for an award, but other then that why would you want to waste your time?
and the winner is...... who the fuck cares who wins? Are the people watching at home sitting at the edge of their seat for the answer? Do they stay up late at night angry if their favorite singer doesn't win the new artist of the year award? what sort of award is that? new artist. bah.
I only bring up award shows because they just had the Junos on. The Junos? No one gives a shit about the Junos, the only reason i know about it is that every radio DJ in Canada has to talk about it, i wonder if it's their job to watch it? Not even the Canadian artist care about winning a Juno.
"I heard you won a Juno Award!"
"I'd rather not talk about it, its a sensitive subject."
The word "Juno" sounds like it's an award show made by Nazi's for Nazis.
The best part of working at night is that you avoid these ass kissing shows and ass kissing events would out even trying. I miss those days. Happy times.
Kill a celebrity for me.
Don't get me started on award shows, its fine if your up for an award, but other then that why would you want to waste your time?
and the winner is...... who the fuck cares who wins? Are the people watching at home sitting at the edge of their seat for the answer? Do they stay up late at night angry if their favorite singer doesn't win the new artist of the year award? what sort of award is that? new artist. bah.
I only bring up award shows because they just had the Junos on. The Junos? No one gives a shit about the Junos, the only reason i know about it is that every radio DJ in Canada has to talk about it, i wonder if it's their job to watch it? Not even the Canadian artist care about winning a Juno.
"I heard you won a Juno Award!"
"I'd rather not talk about it, its a sensitive subject."
The word "Juno" sounds like it's an award show made by Nazi's for Nazis.
The best part of working at night is that you avoid these ass kissing shows and ass kissing events would out even trying. I miss those days. Happy times.
Kill a celebrity for me.
Wednesday, March 28, 2007
Too many people on Youtube these days.
The hits for my crappy gunpey video goes up 2 or 3 every time i visit Youtube.
I know that 2 or 3 isn't much, but that Gunpey video is pretty shitty.
Gunpey? Who the fuck cares?
anyway, got plans for videos, mad plans, but too lazy to start any.
If people are watching Gunpey videos then it shouldn't be that hard to get viewers.
I know that 2 or 3 isn't much, but that Gunpey video is pretty shitty.
Gunpey? Who the fuck cares?
anyway, got plans for videos, mad plans, but too lazy to start any.
If people are watching Gunpey videos then it shouldn't be that hard to get viewers.
Tuesday, March 27, 2007
Monday, March 26, 2007
Shitty Job, Shitty Story, Shitty post.
Nothing like working and getting nothing done. It comes easy to me. I've been doing it all my life, world class, baby.
Digging a sub-pump-pit takes about a half an hour or it could last a day.
Well, for me anyway. I bet a better man doesn't fuck around with draining shitty water. A better man would just dig right through the water and get that shit done.
Not me! I take all day, i wait till all the water on the ground is gone and then i wonder "Did i pump this water out or did the sun just evaporate it?"
As i waited for the water to leave i took my new awesome camera and snapped some shit. Nothing great. I'll turn them into something neat later. At some point I put my camera in my pocket the wrong way and scratched the screen when i was climbing over a wall. Looked pretty bad and i was pissed, but then it faded away some how and now you can't really see it anymore. woo?
The shitty job never got done. I guess i was having so much fun yelling at a hole for filling up with water that i lost all track of time.
well going to get back to it early tomorrow, its going to be a great time.
(My "Dead sister dark comedy project" would work great as a graphic novel, too bad my drawing skills are on par with a second grader.....maybe worse)
Digging a sub-pump-pit takes about a half an hour or it could last a day.
Well, for me anyway. I bet a better man doesn't fuck around with draining shitty water. A better man would just dig right through the water and get that shit done.
Not me! I take all day, i wait till all the water on the ground is gone and then i wonder "Did i pump this water out or did the sun just evaporate it?"
As i waited for the water to leave i took my new awesome camera and snapped some shit. Nothing great. I'll turn them into something neat later. At some point I put my camera in my pocket the wrong way and scratched the screen when i was climbing over a wall. Looked pretty bad and i was pissed, but then it faded away some how and now you can't really see it anymore. woo?
The shitty job never got done. I guess i was having so much fun yelling at a hole for filling up with water that i lost all track of time.
well going to get back to it early tomorrow, its going to be a great time.
(My "Dead sister dark comedy project" would work great as a graphic novel, too bad my drawing skills are on par with a second grader.....maybe worse)
Sunday, March 25, 2007
This Week's Hiatus Study: Horoscopes Are Stupid.
One of Georgia Nicols's horoscopes from today's newspaper.
LEO(July 23-Aug. 22):
It's back-and-forth in your dealings with partners and friends today. You want have your way, yet you want to accommodate others as well. It's a tough call.
I'm a Leo and reading this makes me ask things like "what?" and "What the fuck is this?" "Partners? Friends?" she's also missing the word "to".
I've only seen one person read the horoscopes and go "Interesting. Hey! This really connects to my life" and that person is a stupid bitch.
Horoscopes target women the age of 30 - 60, women who work in office buildings and have to deal with partners and leadership. Horoscopes are tiny little words that keep bitchy females from shooting themselfs, well, thats what i get from reading this crap.
All Georgia Nicols does is take the same 12 lines of bullshit and switches them around to different signs. No one reads every sigh! That would be a waste of time. People only read their own sigh, cause 12 days later they will forget the horoscope from 12 days ago. Neat.
You may read the horoscopes knowing all about the bullshit and say "I know its dumb and fake."
If they took it away would you miss it? Would you write in and ask why the horoscopes are gone? Do you need that fucking fix? Does this fucking shit really help you out in life?
I bet alot of people would. Thats why they must go.
LEO(July 23-Aug. 22):
It's back-and-forth in your dealings with partners and friends today. You want have your way, yet you want to accommodate others as well. It's a tough call.
I'm a Leo and reading this makes me ask things like "what?" and "What the fuck is this?" "Partners? Friends?" she's also missing the word "to".
I've only seen one person read the horoscopes and go "Interesting. Hey! This really connects to my life" and that person is a stupid bitch.
Horoscopes target women the age of 30 - 60, women who work in office buildings and have to deal with partners and leadership. Horoscopes are tiny little words that keep bitchy females from shooting themselfs, well, thats what i get from reading this crap.
All Georgia Nicols does is take the same 12 lines of bullshit and switches them around to different signs. No one reads every sigh! That would be a waste of time. People only read their own sigh, cause 12 days later they will forget the horoscope from 12 days ago. Neat.
You may read the horoscopes knowing all about the bullshit and say "I know its dumb and fake."
If they took it away would you miss it? Would you write in and ask why the horoscopes are gone? Do you need that fucking fix? Does this fucking shit really help you out in life?
I bet alot of people would. Thats why they must go.
I'm Due.
Due for zero heat.
Due for new people to meet.
Due for life on the street
Due for a new life to seek.
Due to land on both feet.
Due to low ticket sales the show was moved to club 17 Elite.
Before they came on stage the man from the back came up to speak.
Told us all to keep clean and neat.
Told us the winner of the 50/50 draw was Pete
Told us a joke and the punch line was the word "skeet"
Going to a late dinner, going to order the meat.
(I should write children's books, everyone should write children's books)
Due for new people to meet.
Due for life on the street
Due for a new life to seek.
Due to land on both feet.
Due to low ticket sales the show was moved to club 17 Elite.
Before they came on stage the man from the back came up to speak.
Told us all to keep clean and neat.
Told us the winner of the 50/50 draw was Pete
Told us a joke and the punch line was the word "skeet"
Going to a late dinner, going to order the meat.
(I should write children's books, everyone should write children's books)
Wednesday, March 21, 2007
Wild Tigers I Have Known.
It seems that my nemesis Gus Van Sant is at it again, this time hes one of the executive producers in some gay Cam Archer film.
It screams "Elephant II".
Just by watching the trailer I can see why Gus jumped all over this "stand around as the camera moves around" fest.
I hope he's enjoying the whole DUI thing.
It screams "Elephant II".
Just by watching the trailer I can see why Gus jumped all over this "stand around as the camera moves around" fest.
I hope he's enjoying the whole DUI thing.
Monday, March 19, 2007
Too Big For Small Talk.
Too big or too shy?
People who know me would say Im too shy, but what do they know?
This is almost a daily occurrence when I'm picking something up for the old man and i have to get help to load or unload shit from the truck, after a minute of quite the small talk kicks in.
They will pop in with a question, always a fucking question.
Something like "Hows things picking up?" will just throw me off guard.
I want to come back with a "what things?" but Im in construction god damn it, this asshole means "is business picking up?"
So i tell him "It's ok"
After that he doesn't say another word, Im happy, but then the air gets awkward, like it was the wrong answer.
The other type of small talk isn't really small talk at all, its more of a joke that the asshole prides himself on, makes him feel big.
Something like "Old man pulling you too hard?" or "After this you should be asking the boss for a raise"
What the fuck sort of shit is this? If you got nothing nice to say then don't say anything at all.
I try to come back with a good one liner, but i always fall flat with some lame "I beg for one raise everyday"
ugh, why don't I just punch myself in the nuts, but not to worry, the asshole still giggles about it.
The thing is I'm not all there, I'm out saving the world from evil, beating up evil, tossing evil into a hole after i set evil on fire, raping evil's mom, dancing on evil's grave, finding away to bring back evil as a zombie.
My body is working, but my mind is miles away.
Then thats when they attack with an easy question that i can't answer, my mind whips back into my head and i begin to think about what type of engine is inside the truck I drive.
I try to think about it, but the truth is i don't know anything about the truck i drive, sorry, i start to think to myself "why don't i know that?" but then i remember "i don't care"
Sometimes when I'm feeling crazy I'll just make shit up and mess with the guy, I'll tell him "uh L1-720 with 4 times hemmy" and if he says "oh yeah" and stops asking shit, then i win.
People who know me would say Im too shy, but what do they know?
This is almost a daily occurrence when I'm picking something up for the old man and i have to get help to load or unload shit from the truck, after a minute of quite the small talk kicks in.
They will pop in with a question, always a fucking question.
Something like "Hows things picking up?" will just throw me off guard.
I want to come back with a "what things?" but Im in construction god damn it, this asshole means "is business picking up?"
So i tell him "It's ok"
After that he doesn't say another word, Im happy, but then the air gets awkward, like it was the wrong answer.
The other type of small talk isn't really small talk at all, its more of a joke that the asshole prides himself on, makes him feel big.
Something like "Old man pulling you too hard?" or "After this you should be asking the boss for a raise"
What the fuck sort of shit is this? If you got nothing nice to say then don't say anything at all.
I try to come back with a good one liner, but i always fall flat with some lame "I beg for one raise everyday"
ugh, why don't I just punch myself in the nuts, but not to worry, the asshole still giggles about it.
The thing is I'm not all there, I'm out saving the world from evil, beating up evil, tossing evil into a hole after i set evil on fire, raping evil's mom, dancing on evil's grave, finding away to bring back evil as a zombie.
My body is working, but my mind is miles away.
Then thats when they attack with an easy question that i can't answer, my mind whips back into my head and i begin to think about what type of engine is inside the truck I drive.
I try to think about it, but the truth is i don't know anything about the truck i drive, sorry, i start to think to myself "why don't i know that?" but then i remember "i don't care"
Sometimes when I'm feeling crazy I'll just make shit up and mess with the guy, I'll tell him "uh L1-720 with 4 times hemmy" and if he says "oh yeah" and stops asking shit, then i win.
Sunday, March 18, 2007
This Week's Hiatus Study: The Middle Finger.
The middle finger?
Is it as cool today as it was 10 years ago? Do we have to move on from flipping the bird to get our point across?
Do people receive the finger seriously these days? I would love to meet someone who gets offended even a little by someones middle finger.
The middle finger should be a last resort. Maybe you are driving by some asshole and don't have time to say that brilliant insult you've been dying to use because it consists of the asshole asking "who's there?" at some point.
The middle finger is for the weak and the lazy, this is the year 2007! The year of motivation and inspiration, getting outside and meeting new people. Everyone is tossing out computers and living life.
I hope people can come up with more creative comebacks then the snooze that is the finger.
And whats with the shitheads that give the finger in pictures? You think it makes you look cool or something? Pathetic.
Is it as cool today as it was 10 years ago? Do we have to move on from flipping the bird to get our point across?
Do people receive the finger seriously these days? I would love to meet someone who gets offended even a little by someones middle finger.
The middle finger should be a last resort. Maybe you are driving by some asshole and don't have time to say that brilliant insult you've been dying to use because it consists of the asshole asking "who's there?" at some point.
The middle finger is for the weak and the lazy, this is the year 2007! The year of motivation and inspiration, getting outside and meeting new people. Everyone is tossing out computers and living life.
I hope people can come up with more creative comebacks then the snooze that is the finger.
And whats with the shitheads that give the finger in pictures? You think it makes you look cool or something? Pathetic.
Thursday, March 15, 2007
What's "The Marine" About?
It's about explosions.
It's about walking away when something is exploding behide you.
It's about tossing someone who has nothing to do with the storyline into a glass window.
It's about running away from an explosion.
It's about always wanting a convertible.
It's about one of the bad guys yelling out "He's like the Terminator!" and looking back at him as if to say "I was in that movie"
It's about jumping out of your car when its upside down and exploding.
It's about being captured by two guys that have nothing to do with anything and then beating them up because someone has to get killed every 5 minutes.
It's about a shot of beer.
It's about a woman in a junkyard with only a bikini on. Why not?
It's about tossing the bitch in front of a moving bus. (best part)
Its about driving away from an explosion.
Its about a chain-saw vs. a wrench.
It's about diving away from an explosion.
It's about the bad guy coming back for one last scare.
It's about happy endings.
Its not like The Marine doesn't know what kinda movie it is. It's well aware and doesn't take itself seriously.
And for that, i salute.
It's about walking away when something is exploding behide you.
It's about tossing someone who has nothing to do with the storyline into a glass window.
It's about running away from an explosion.
It's about always wanting a convertible.
It's about one of the bad guys yelling out "He's like the Terminator!" and looking back at him as if to say "I was in that movie"
It's about jumping out of your car when its upside down and exploding.
It's about being captured by two guys that have nothing to do with anything and then beating them up because someone has to get killed every 5 minutes.
It's about a shot of beer.
It's about a woman in a junkyard with only a bikini on. Why not?
It's about the mandatory "A Wrestler is in it so he must do a wrestling move"
Did i say explosions?
It's about tossing the bitch in front of a moving bus. (best part)
Its about driving away from an explosion.
Its about a chain-saw vs. a wrench.
It's about diving away from an explosion.
It's about the bad guy coming back for one last scare.
It's about happy endings.
Its not like The Marine doesn't know what kinda movie it is. It's well aware and doesn't take itself seriously.
And for that, i salute.
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