Well, I've got some good news. I just saved a ton of money on my car insurance by switching to Geico. No wait, that isn't right, let me start over.
Well, I've got some good news. At this moment, I am not working on the fourth of July! I am so fucking happy! If I had to work on the fourth, I would have been so pissed. For one, Sunday is grocery day at 7-11, so I would have to put all the stock on the shelves. For two, we have a little fireworks display inside the store, so I would have to deal with that all day. For three, I would miss out on some fireworks of my own, which would have pissed me off the most.
In addition to all that, whenever you work any holiday, you have to deal with assholes that say, "Hey, doesn't it suck that you have to work on {insert holiday here}?" It is times like these that I just want to fucking go off on people. I mean, are some people really that inconsiderate. Yes, I know, it fucking sucks that I have to work on Christmas, I am well aware of that fact. Yes, I know, it blows balls that I have to work on Easter, thanks for bringing it up dickhead. Listen, to all you people who say stupid shit like that, think before you open your mouth. Think, if I were in that situation, would I want to be asked that very question.
Now, this wouldn't be a big deal, if just one person asked me it throughout the day, but that never happens. I always have to deal with it at work four or five times a holiday. By the third person, I reach my threshold for tolerance. Sometimes, I just want to jump over the counter and start stabbing wildly at the person with a slurpee straw. Once the fourth person asks me the question, I am about ready to just walk out of the place, never to return again, but I never do anything that drastic. I usually just say, "yes it does suck" or something like that. I just wish I could do something more, but I don't want to do anything illegal or say something that would cause me to lose my job. I hate my job, but I don't want to lose it. It is quite the predicament, but I think that I'll manage until I finish college.
Anyways, it is getting late and I should be off to bed. Good morning, good afternoon, good evening, and good night.
Wednesday, June 30, 2004
Monday, June 28, 2004
Graduation Summary
Despite the fact that I am a day late on my promised update, I will recap my sister's graduation party. I got to the party at 2:30, so by the time I got there, the party had already started. That wasn't a big deal or anything, but I wanted to be there when it started at 2:00. It was mostly my fault because I forgot to set my alarm, so I didn't wake up till 10:30. By the time I got up, ate breakfast, and took a shower, everyone in my house was gone. So I had to wait for my dad, and he didn't pick me up until 2:00 or so.
Anyways, after I went around and said hello to everyone I could, I went over to look at my sister's picture board. The majority of the picture board consisted of events from my sister's childhood, and so I was naturally in some of the pictures. Seeing those pictures made me realize that I miss being a kid sometimes. It was a nice picture board, and it brought back a lot of fond memories of simpler times.
Eventually, 4 o'clock rolled around, and it was time to eat. There was a lot of good food there, but I wasn't that hungry, so I had a few pieces of turkey. After I finished eating, I went around and talked to a few relatives and whatnot. I also played some euchre with my friends and also went inside the house to play Mario Party with a few of my younger cousins. It was a fun time, but there wasn't much else to do there except sit down and talk.
The party got a little boring around 7 o'clock, so a few of my friends suggested that we go play basketball somewhere. There was a basketball court nearby, but it was packed with people, so we decided to leave the party to go and play some basketball at the usual spot. For those of you who don't know, which I am sure is most of you, the usual spot is in the street, in front of a friend's house. I am not very good at basketball, but it is good exercise and always reminds me that I need to get in shape. We played basketball for about two hours, and then we realized that the city of Roseville was having a fireworks show that night. So we headed over to another friend's house to watch the fireworks. We walked around for a while, even as the fireworks were going, and then we finally decided to head back over to my sister's party.
We got back to my sister's party at around 10:30 p.m. and sat next to the bonfire for a while. I put on some music and just sat there and looked up at the stars for about an hour. After that got boring, I decided to get a euchre game started. I played euchre for a while, I think until one in the morning or so. Finally, the party was almost dead, and the only people left had to stay the night because they were underage drinkers. Most of my friends also left at 1:00, so I just sat next to the bonfire and talked to my dad, and my sister's boyfriend Paul. Finally at around 2:00, my dad was ready to go home, so we said good bye to everyone and left.
That summarizes my whole Saturday at my sister's graduation party. Nothing too exciting happened, but I just thought I'd let you all know. I had a lot of fun though, I got to see some family members, I got to hang out with my friends, and most importantly, my sister got her day to celebrate her graduation from high school.
On a different note, I forced my sister to make a blog. Check it out here or under my links section. She doesn't know if she wants to get into blogging, but I told her to give it a try. We'll see how that goes, but I think that she will like doing it.
Anyways, after I went around and said hello to everyone I could, I went over to look at my sister's picture board. The majority of the picture board consisted of events from my sister's childhood, and so I was naturally in some of the pictures. Seeing those pictures made me realize that I miss being a kid sometimes. It was a nice picture board, and it brought back a lot of fond memories of simpler times.
Eventually, 4 o'clock rolled around, and it was time to eat. There was a lot of good food there, but I wasn't that hungry, so I had a few pieces of turkey. After I finished eating, I went around and talked to a few relatives and whatnot. I also played some euchre with my friends and also went inside the house to play Mario Party with a few of my younger cousins. It was a fun time, but there wasn't much else to do there except sit down and talk.
The party got a little boring around 7 o'clock, so a few of my friends suggested that we go play basketball somewhere. There was a basketball court nearby, but it was packed with people, so we decided to leave the party to go and play some basketball at the usual spot. For those of you who don't know, which I am sure is most of you, the usual spot is in the street, in front of a friend's house. I am not very good at basketball, but it is good exercise and always reminds me that I need to get in shape. We played basketball for about two hours, and then we realized that the city of Roseville was having a fireworks show that night. So we headed over to another friend's house to watch the fireworks. We walked around for a while, even as the fireworks were going, and then we finally decided to head back over to my sister's party.
We got back to my sister's party at around 10:30 p.m. and sat next to the bonfire for a while. I put on some music and just sat there and looked up at the stars for about an hour. After that got boring, I decided to get a euchre game started. I played euchre for a while, I think until one in the morning or so. Finally, the party was almost dead, and the only people left had to stay the night because they were underage drinkers. Most of my friends also left at 1:00, so I just sat next to the bonfire and talked to my dad, and my sister's boyfriend Paul. Finally at around 2:00, my dad was ready to go home, so we said good bye to everyone and left.
That summarizes my whole Saturday at my sister's graduation party. Nothing too exciting happened, but I just thought I'd let you all know. I had a lot of fun though, I got to see some family members, I got to hang out with my friends, and most importantly, my sister got her day to celebrate her graduation from high school.
On a different note, I forced my sister to make a blog. Check it out here or under my links section. She doesn't know if she wants to get into blogging, but I told her to give it a try. We'll see how that goes, but I think that she will like doing it.
Friday, June 25, 2004
Swallowed followed, heavy about everything but my love
Well, today I was browsing through my favorites list, trying to remove a few outdated links, and I came across an old news article that I found rather interesting. I remember cracking a joke about it, to a few friends, and now that I have a blog, I am going to crack the same joke to all of you. It is my blog after all, so on with it. Okay, so before I go on, I just want to point out that the link to the article is contained in my title, and by that I mean you must click on the title of this post to read the article. If for whatever reason that doesn't work, you can click on it here: MSNBC
Fairly recently, the FDA approved the use of a chewable form of birth control. It can be swallowed or chewed, so long as the woman drinks a glass of liquid after chewing it. Is it just me or I am the only one who would not want a women who can't swallow? I mean, if she can't swallow a pill, imagine what else she won't swallow. Listen fellas, stay away from the women who are on this contraceptive, they are bad news.
Oh, and just a little disclaimer here, I am only joking, so don't take me too seriously. I have no problem with a girl not swallowing, in fact, I think it is wrong to expect a women to swallow. I have no idea why certain guys expect their girlfriend to swallow. Maybe they think it disrespects their manhood, I don't know, but I certainly wouldn't feel that way. I've had this very discussion with a few of my friends, and I am always amazed when they tell me that they expect the girl to swallow.
Alright, enough about that. Well today was another glorious day at 7-11. It actually wasn't that bad, it went by relatively fast and painless, very similiar to my last masturbation session. As I said before, the only thing that I like about my job is the hot girls that come in, and today didn't disappoint. The highlight of my day was clearly the girl who had pierced nipples, with a white shirt on and no bra. I mean, you could see right through her shirt, and you could just make out the piercings. Let me tell you, it almost brought a tear to my eye, and it certainly brought a bulge to my groinal area.
Well, tomorrow is the day of my sister's graduation party and it should be good times. It starts at 2 p.m. and will last long into the night. I usually play euchre all day at parties, and tomorrow should be no exception. It will also be nice to see a few relatives that I haven't seen in a while, and also to observe the drunken state of a few choice people. We are having the party at my Uncle Bob's house, which should be nice because he has a good party house. He has a bar set up in his backroom and also a big backyard, so it shouldn't be too crowded. I asked my dad if we could bring our two dogs to the party, but he shot down my request. I tried to bring up the fact that the dogs would be home alone all day, but he just wouldn't allow it, and finally I gave up. It pisses me off though, they wouldn't be a problem or anything, so I don't see why not. Besides, my uncle has a dog, so it isn't like it is a dog free environment to begin with. Whatever though, it should be an awesome time regardless.
Anyways, I should be off to bed, it is getting late. Look for a possible update tomorrow night or Sunday afternoon, if anything happens that is blog worthy. Merry Snoodmas to all, and to all a snood night, which pretty much means good night or something.
Fairly recently, the FDA approved the use of a chewable form of birth control. It can be swallowed or chewed, so long as the woman drinks a glass of liquid after chewing it. Is it just me or I am the only one who would not want a women who can't swallow? I mean, if she can't swallow a pill, imagine what else she won't swallow. Listen fellas, stay away from the women who are on this contraceptive, they are bad news.
Oh, and just a little disclaimer here, I am only joking, so don't take me too seriously. I have no problem with a girl not swallowing, in fact, I think it is wrong to expect a women to swallow. I have no idea why certain guys expect their girlfriend to swallow. Maybe they think it disrespects their manhood, I don't know, but I certainly wouldn't feel that way. I've had this very discussion with a few of my friends, and I am always amazed when they tell me that they expect the girl to swallow.
Alright, enough about that. Well today was another glorious day at 7-11. It actually wasn't that bad, it went by relatively fast and painless, very similiar to my last masturbation session. As I said before, the only thing that I like about my job is the hot girls that come in, and today didn't disappoint. The highlight of my day was clearly the girl who had pierced nipples, with a white shirt on and no bra. I mean, you could see right through her shirt, and you could just make out the piercings. Let me tell you, it almost brought a tear to my eye, and it certainly brought a bulge to my groinal area.
Well, tomorrow is the day of my sister's graduation party and it should be good times. It starts at 2 p.m. and will last long into the night. I usually play euchre all day at parties, and tomorrow should be no exception. It will also be nice to see a few relatives that I haven't seen in a while, and also to observe the drunken state of a few choice people. We are having the party at my Uncle Bob's house, which should be nice because he has a good party house. He has a bar set up in his backroom and also a big backyard, so it shouldn't be too crowded. I asked my dad if we could bring our two dogs to the party, but he shot down my request. I tried to bring up the fact that the dogs would be home alone all day, but he just wouldn't allow it, and finally I gave up. It pisses me off though, they wouldn't be a problem or anything, so I don't see why not. Besides, my uncle has a dog, so it isn't like it is a dog free environment to begin with. Whatever though, it should be an awesome time regardless.
Anyways, I should be off to bed, it is getting late. Look for a possible update tomorrow night or Sunday afternoon, if anything happens that is blog worthy. Merry Snoodmas to all, and to all a snood night, which pretty much means good night or something.
Wednesday, June 23, 2004
Same Old, Same Old
Well, I am off to another wonderful day of life. I will be working 3-10 today, so there goes pretty much my whole day, as usual. I wanted to go see the movie Dodgeball yesterday, but that didn't work out. I usually go to see movies with my sister and her boyfriend, but those assholes already went to see Dodgeball on Monday. They both knew I wanted to go see it, but they couldn't wait until I had a day off. Oh well, I guess I'll have to find someone else to go see it with. The thing with movies is you can't go see them by yourself, it is very similar to a restaurant in that regard. I mean, you can go see a movie or go to a restaurant by yourself, but it just feels weird, to me at least.
I still want to see the movie Saved, preferably with Ryan because we were suppose to go see it last week, but that doesn't seem likely, at least anytime soon. I work today, tomorrow, and Friday. Then on Saturday I have my sister's graduation party, so I will be busy all day. During the rest of the week, I work Sunday, but I am off Monday, so possibly then. Then I work Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday. I hate working the 3-11 shift, but that is the only one available to me at my job. I also hate my job, but who doesn't? Work is work, I guess, but I'm tired of it already. I guess I should be grateful that I have a job, but I just wish it was a job that wasn't the same shit every single day. Oh well, this job motivates me to finish college, so that I can stay out of dead-end jobs like 7-11.
While you're here, why don't you check out my latest definition at urbandictionary.com: Bater Hater
Check out all my other definitions there too, I submit under the pseudonym of IAMSODOT.
Since I have time, I will tell you the story of why I use the name, IAMSODOT. Back in the day, during my high school years, I spent every Saturday at my friend Donnie's house. Our mutual friend Jason would often be there, usually eating everything in sight. Back then, we were big into a computer game called Team Fortress Classic, but I was never very good at it. Jason was slightly better than me, and Donnie was pretty good. For those of you who don't know, TFC is a Half-Life mod, and for those of you who don't know what Half-Life is, it is a first person shooter game. TFC is also a FPS, but it differs substantially from Half-Life. TFC is more team oriented, as the name implies. Instead of running around and killing everything that moves, you actually have a greater purpose in TFC. On certain maps, you capture the flag. On other maps, you try to move a flag to a certain location, while the other team defends that location, trying to stop you from reaching it. On the vast majority of maps you picked one of nine classes to play, but there were also certain maps that were sniper-only maps. These maps were our favorite, and this is where my story begins.
In TFC, there are groups called clans, which give you a unique status and also a clan tag. Clans are a close association of people, who often team up to go against other clans in clan matches. In order to get into a good clan, you have to meet certain requirements or pass a test that they give you.
Jason and I were never really that serious about the game, but Donnie was and he soon caught the eye of a sniper-only clan, known as the Dot Clan. The clan leader gave him a test, and he passed it with flying colors. He was then allowed into the clan and given the name [ . ] DonCat, which was the clan tag. After that, he thought he was hot shit, so we always tried to knock him down a few notches. When he first starting bringing up that he was in the Dot Clan, we would just ignore him. That is, until he started bringing it up a lot. He thought he was better than us, and he probably was, but we weren't going to let him think that. So whenever he mentioned the Dot Clan, we would say things to him like, "Look at me, I'm in the Dot Clan" or we would recite the Dot Clan motto, which was "Simply the Best." In addition to that, whenever we killed anyone in TFC, we would say "Dot" just to piss Donnie off.
It was fun times, that is until Jason and I got Donnie kicked out of the Dot Clan. We really didn't do anythig wrong, all we did was go on the Dot server and harassed a few clan members. Some may call it harassment, but I suspect that the Dot members were just jealous of our mad skillz. Oh, and it might also have something to do with the fact that we went on Donnie's ICQ and fucked around with a few choice Dot members, but it was all in good fun. Like I said, we really didn't do anything that bad, but the leader of Dot was not amused. Our antics, despite the fact that they were absolutely hilarious, got Donnie kicked out of the Dot Clan. Nevertheless, the process of getting him kicked out was almost as fun as hassling Donnie, but we still felt bad about it. We apologized to him, and he got over it.
Soon after Donnie's premature departure from the Dot Clan, I felt the need to create an AOL screename, in remembrance of the good times and the bad. This couldn't be just any screename, it had to also poke a little fun at Donnie. I carefully deliberate my options, and soon came up with the screename of IAMSODOT. That is my story and I'm sticking to it!
Well that is it for my story. I hope you were mildly entertained by it. Oh, and before I forget, I would just like to thank Ryan for putting in the code for my links bar. He is the fucking man, and he deserves mad props. Anyways, I am off to work, so until next time, Mahalo.
I still want to see the movie Saved, preferably with Ryan because we were suppose to go see it last week, but that doesn't seem likely, at least anytime soon. I work today, tomorrow, and Friday. Then on Saturday I have my sister's graduation party, so I will be busy all day. During the rest of the week, I work Sunday, but I am off Monday, so possibly then. Then I work Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday. I hate working the 3-11 shift, but that is the only one available to me at my job. I also hate my job, but who doesn't? Work is work, I guess, but I'm tired of it already. I guess I should be grateful that I have a job, but I just wish it was a job that wasn't the same shit every single day. Oh well, this job motivates me to finish college, so that I can stay out of dead-end jobs like 7-11.
While you're here, why don't you check out my latest definition at urbandictionary.com: Bater Hater
Check out all my other definitions there too, I submit under the pseudonym of IAMSODOT.
Since I have time, I will tell you the story of why I use the name, IAMSODOT. Back in the day, during my high school years, I spent every Saturday at my friend Donnie's house. Our mutual friend Jason would often be there, usually eating everything in sight. Back then, we were big into a computer game called Team Fortress Classic, but I was never very good at it. Jason was slightly better than me, and Donnie was pretty good. For those of you who don't know, TFC is a Half-Life mod, and for those of you who don't know what Half-Life is, it is a first person shooter game. TFC is also a FPS, but it differs substantially from Half-Life. TFC is more team oriented, as the name implies. Instead of running around and killing everything that moves, you actually have a greater purpose in TFC. On certain maps, you capture the flag. On other maps, you try to move a flag to a certain location, while the other team defends that location, trying to stop you from reaching it. On the vast majority of maps you picked one of nine classes to play, but there were also certain maps that were sniper-only maps. These maps were our favorite, and this is where my story begins.
In TFC, there are groups called clans, which give you a unique status and also a clan tag. Clans are a close association of people, who often team up to go against other clans in clan matches. In order to get into a good clan, you have to meet certain requirements or pass a test that they give you.
Jason and I were never really that serious about the game, but Donnie was and he soon caught the eye of a sniper-only clan, known as the Dot Clan. The clan leader gave him a test, and he passed it with flying colors. He was then allowed into the clan and given the name [ . ] DonCat, which was the clan tag. After that, he thought he was hot shit, so we always tried to knock him down a few notches. When he first starting bringing up that he was in the Dot Clan, we would just ignore him. That is, until he started bringing it up a lot. He thought he was better than us, and he probably was, but we weren't going to let him think that. So whenever he mentioned the Dot Clan, we would say things to him like, "Look at me, I'm in the Dot Clan" or we would recite the Dot Clan motto, which was "Simply the Best." In addition to that, whenever we killed anyone in TFC, we would say "Dot" just to piss Donnie off.
It was fun times, that is until Jason and I got Donnie kicked out of the Dot Clan. We really didn't do anythig wrong, all we did was go on the Dot server and harassed a few clan members. Some may call it harassment, but I suspect that the Dot members were just jealous of our mad skillz. Oh, and it might also have something to do with the fact that we went on Donnie's ICQ and fucked around with a few choice Dot members, but it was all in good fun. Like I said, we really didn't do anything that bad, but the leader of Dot was not amused. Our antics, despite the fact that they were absolutely hilarious, got Donnie kicked out of the Dot Clan. Nevertheless, the process of getting him kicked out was almost as fun as hassling Donnie, but we still felt bad about it. We apologized to him, and he got over it.
Soon after Donnie's premature departure from the Dot Clan, I felt the need to create an AOL screename, in remembrance of the good times and the bad. This couldn't be just any screename, it had to also poke a little fun at Donnie. I carefully deliberate my options, and soon came up with the screename of IAMSODOT. That is my story and I'm sticking to it!
Well that is it for my story. I hope you were mildly entertained by it. Oh, and before I forget, I would just like to thank Ryan for putting in the code for my links bar. He is the fucking man, and he deserves mad props. Anyways, I am off to work, so until next time, Mahalo.
Sunday, June 20, 2004
Hooray! An Update?!
Yeah, so I haven't posted to my blog in a while. I haven't been really busy or anything, it is just a lack of effort on my part. That is pretty much the story of my life, but that is how I am sometimes. My biggest problem is that I want to do too many things at once. I start one thing, find something else that seems more interesting, waste a good few days to a week on it, and then finally realize that it isn't worth my time. Enough about that though, I want to briefly go over a few things that have happened since the last time I posted.
The Pistons won the NBA Championship and Detroit didn't burn down, so that is always good. I would have liked to see the MVP of the Finals go to Ben Wallace, but Billups was also deserving. The Pistons should be around for years to come, and if they can re-sign Sheed, they will definitely be back next year. The only thing I hate about the success of the Pistons is all the bandwagon fans. I have been a Pistons fan since the days of Grant Hill, which isn't a very long time, but I am only 20. Even before Grant Hill was a Piston, I remember rooting for the Pistons, but I didn't really begin to understand basketball until the Pistons drafted Hill. I must admit though, basketball is not my favorite sport, hockey and football are my top two, and baseball is slightly ahead of it, but it is still entertaining nonetheless.
Okay, that covers everything I wanted to say about the Pistons, so I will be moving on to my next subject. Well, work has been pretty interesting lately. It seems that the owners want the employees to start wearing 7-11 shirts and name tags, which shouldn't be a big deal to me, but for some reason it is. I don't know, I just don't understand the point of it I guess. I mean, do customers really care if I am wearing a shirt and name tag? Would you not go to a certain 7-11 just because the employees weren't wearing 7-11 shirts and name tags? I can hear the people now, "Let's not go to that 7-11, they don't wear the proper 7-11 ensemble." Listen, I am behind the counter the majority of the time, I think people know that I am an employee of the place. When I'm not behind the counter, I am usually working on something, so it should be fairly easy to tell that I am an employee. That probably isn't the point, but that is my point to the owners. There is probably money in it for them, so that is all it is about. I just wish the owners would come out and say it is for the money, instead of making up some bullshit excuse about how it required in the new contract. I understand that it is required in the new contract, but I know they are getting more money for having their employees wear the 7-11 attire. How about giving me a God damn raise with some of that money? Yeah, like that will ever happen....
Summer is the time of year for graduation parties. I have been to a few over the past week and I have my sister's party coming up next Saturday. I am really looking forward to next Saturday, it should be nice to see some family members that I haven't seen in a while. It is also fun to watch people get drunk of their ass. I personally don't drink, I have tried it a few times and still can't understand what the big deal is. Would anyone care to enlighten me? I mean, I never did it by myself, I always had people around me when I was drinking, but I never felt like I was having more fun than when I was sober. Maybe I was with the wrong people, but I highly doubt that. I have no problem with other people drinking though, I like to watch how people act, in general, and I especially like to watch how drunk people act and react to certain situations.
I have exhausted most of my time before work, so I will end this post now. I would promise to update more often in the future, but I don't know if I can make that sort of commitment....
The Pistons won the NBA Championship and Detroit didn't burn down, so that is always good. I would have liked to see the MVP of the Finals go to Ben Wallace, but Billups was also deserving. The Pistons should be around for years to come, and if they can re-sign Sheed, they will definitely be back next year. The only thing I hate about the success of the Pistons is all the bandwagon fans. I have been a Pistons fan since the days of Grant Hill, which isn't a very long time, but I am only 20. Even before Grant Hill was a Piston, I remember rooting for the Pistons, but I didn't really begin to understand basketball until the Pistons drafted Hill. I must admit though, basketball is not my favorite sport, hockey and football are my top two, and baseball is slightly ahead of it, but it is still entertaining nonetheless.
Okay, that covers everything I wanted to say about the Pistons, so I will be moving on to my next subject. Well, work has been pretty interesting lately. It seems that the owners want the employees to start wearing 7-11 shirts and name tags, which shouldn't be a big deal to me, but for some reason it is. I don't know, I just don't understand the point of it I guess. I mean, do customers really care if I am wearing a shirt and name tag? Would you not go to a certain 7-11 just because the employees weren't wearing 7-11 shirts and name tags? I can hear the people now, "Let's not go to that 7-11, they don't wear the proper 7-11 ensemble." Listen, I am behind the counter the majority of the time, I think people know that I am an employee of the place. When I'm not behind the counter, I am usually working on something, so it should be fairly easy to tell that I am an employee. That probably isn't the point, but that is my point to the owners. There is probably money in it for them, so that is all it is about. I just wish the owners would come out and say it is for the money, instead of making up some bullshit excuse about how it required in the new contract. I understand that it is required in the new contract, but I know they are getting more money for having their employees wear the 7-11 attire. How about giving me a God damn raise with some of that money? Yeah, like that will ever happen....
Summer is the time of year for graduation parties. I have been to a few over the past week and I have my sister's party coming up next Saturday. I am really looking forward to next Saturday, it should be nice to see some family members that I haven't seen in a while. It is also fun to watch people get drunk of their ass. I personally don't drink, I have tried it a few times and still can't understand what the big deal is. Would anyone care to enlighten me? I mean, I never did it by myself, I always had people around me when I was drinking, but I never felt like I was having more fun than when I was sober. Maybe I was with the wrong people, but I highly doubt that. I have no problem with other people drinking though, I like to watch how people act, in general, and I especially like to watch how drunk people act and react to certain situations.
I have exhausted most of my time before work, so I will end this post now. I would promise to update more often in the future, but I don't know if I can make that sort of commitment....
Thursday, June 10, 2004
Jimmy Kimmel
Okay, I am sure all of you have heard about the remark made by Jimmy Kimmel the other night. He made this comment during half-time of game 2 in the Lakers-Pistons series. If you didn't hear it or hear about it, he said that Detroit would burn if the Pistons won the NBA championship. His remark made major news in Detroit, it was aired on all the local Detroit news channels, including channel 7, which was the station that carried the game last night. Now, it seems that Kimmel is in some hot water, as evidence by him not being on right now. I am not sure if it just in Detroit, but it is a little after 12:05 AM, and channel 7 has the Wayne Brady show on. If you didn't already know, Kimmel is suppose to start at 12:05 AM....
The reason for me bringing this up is very simple and possibly surprising. I am here to defend Kimmel. Listen people, Kimmel is a comedian, he obviously meant it jokingly. Am I the only one who can take a God damn joke anymore? What have we become as a society here? Everyone has to be so politically correct nowadays. We can't say anything anymore without offending someone. For those of you who are easily offended, here is something to try, why don't you develop a sense of humor? Learn to take a God damn joke, and if you can't, just learn to deal with it.
Don't get me wrong here, I am not advocating anything that is way over the line, such as extreme racial bigotry or blatant religious hatred, but come on. Kimmel made one comment about arson and now everyone in Detroit wants his head. Even the aforementioned topics of race and religion have a place in comedy. Have you ever watched Chris Rock? A vast majority of his comedy routine deals with racial topics. How about Dave Chappell? He does a lot of hilarious skits that stereotype certain races. Ever watch George Carlin do stand-up? He makes various comments about his nonbelief in God, which could be conceived as religious hatred. As you can see, even the taboo subjects of race and religion are not off limits.
Some may say that Kimmel was not joking when he made his comment. To that I say this, how do you know? Even if he comes out and says that he wasn't joking, big fucking deal. He isn't the first person to take a shot at Detroit. He may or may not have been out of line, if he wasn't joking, but seriously, it is nothing to lose sleep over. It is not like The Jimmy Kimmel Live show is all that popular. Personally, I think that Kimmel is great and I love his show, but it is not for the easily offended. If you have a problem with Kimmel, or anything that he says or does, all you have to do is change the channel. Even if he is on during a sports broadcast, you simply change the station and then switch back in five minutes. If he isn't doing his show, he won't be on for more than five minutes. Is it really that hard to change the channel? You'll be changing the channel and buring some calories at the same time. It is a win-win situation.
I have stated my position on this, so I will end my post here. Please comment if you feel the need to...I know that there are a few of you out there.
The reason for me bringing this up is very simple and possibly surprising. I am here to defend Kimmel. Listen people, Kimmel is a comedian, he obviously meant it jokingly. Am I the only one who can take a God damn joke anymore? What have we become as a society here? Everyone has to be so politically correct nowadays. We can't say anything anymore without offending someone. For those of you who are easily offended, here is something to try, why don't you develop a sense of humor? Learn to take a God damn joke, and if you can't, just learn to deal with it.
Don't get me wrong here, I am not advocating anything that is way over the line, such as extreme racial bigotry or blatant religious hatred, but come on. Kimmel made one comment about arson and now everyone in Detroit wants his head. Even the aforementioned topics of race and religion have a place in comedy. Have you ever watched Chris Rock? A vast majority of his comedy routine deals with racial topics. How about Dave Chappell? He does a lot of hilarious skits that stereotype certain races. Ever watch George Carlin do stand-up? He makes various comments about his nonbelief in God, which could be conceived as religious hatred. As you can see, even the taboo subjects of race and religion are not off limits.
Some may say that Kimmel was not joking when he made his comment. To that I say this, how do you know? Even if he comes out and says that he wasn't joking, big fucking deal. He isn't the first person to take a shot at Detroit. He may or may not have been out of line, if he wasn't joking, but seriously, it is nothing to lose sleep over. It is not like The Jimmy Kimmel Live show is all that popular. Personally, I think that Kimmel is great and I love his show, but it is not for the easily offended. If you have a problem with Kimmel, or anything that he says or does, all you have to do is change the channel. Even if he is on during a sports broadcast, you simply change the station and then switch back in five minutes. If he isn't doing his show, he won't be on for more than five minutes. Is it really that hard to change the channel? You'll be changing the channel and buring some calories at the same time. It is a win-win situation.
I have stated my position on this, so I will end my post here. Please comment if you feel the need to...I know that there are a few of you out there.
Wednesday, June 09, 2004
I'm Sailing Away
God damn Pistons. They had that fucking game within reach. The score was 89-83 with 47 seconds to go. Somehow, Someway, they let the game slip away. Let me just bring up the two turning points of the game.
Turning point number one, fouling Shaq on a layup that made it 89-85, with the foul shot coming. He had no business getting fouled on that layup, he had an easy basket. There was no reason, whatsoever, to foul him on that play. I think Ben got the foul, so I will forgive him, but I originally thought that Sheed got the foul, and at that point I was so pissed at Sheed. Don't get me wrong, Sheed is a great player, but he has got to be one of the dumbest mother fuckers on the basketball court. Anyway, without that foul, the score would have been 89-85, or a two possession game. Kobe could have made that last three-pointer, and it wouldn't have mattered at all.
Turning point number two, coming out flat in the OT. Two points in the overtime is inexcusable. Also, someone please tell me why Sheed is throwing up the three-pointer with the Pistons down six? If anyone should be shooting the ball in that situation, it should be Chauncey or Rip, preferably Chauncey. The three-ball isn't Sheed's shot, he is at his best when backing the ball in just outside the paint, then turning and gunning it in.
I am a little fired up tonight, mostly because of the Pistons loss. No big deal though, it is only one game, and the Pistons have shown everyone that they can hang with the Lakers. There was very little doubt in my mind, but that clearly wasn't the case with the jackass media.
Speaking of Jack...asses, how about that fucking dickhead Jack Nicholson. That mother fucker gets way too much God damn camera time, which, by the way, is no big deal...if he is in a movie, but is a big deal during a basketball game. Take the fucking camera off that old bag of bones and put it on the ass of some hot Californian bitch. Am I the only one who is tired of seeing him piss and moan after every single call that goes against the Lakers? Who cares that he is there, he is at every fucking Lakers home game, enough with him already. Great, he is a fan. Great, he is at the game, again. Take the fucking camera and put it elsewhere. Thank you and good night.
Turning point number one, fouling Shaq on a layup that made it 89-85, with the foul shot coming. He had no business getting fouled on that layup, he had an easy basket. There was no reason, whatsoever, to foul him on that play. I think Ben got the foul, so I will forgive him, but I originally thought that Sheed got the foul, and at that point I was so pissed at Sheed. Don't get me wrong, Sheed is a great player, but he has got to be one of the dumbest mother fuckers on the basketball court. Anyway, without that foul, the score would have been 89-85, or a two possession game. Kobe could have made that last three-pointer, and it wouldn't have mattered at all.
Turning point number two, coming out flat in the OT. Two points in the overtime is inexcusable. Also, someone please tell me why Sheed is throwing up the three-pointer with the Pistons down six? If anyone should be shooting the ball in that situation, it should be Chauncey or Rip, preferably Chauncey. The three-ball isn't Sheed's shot, he is at his best when backing the ball in just outside the paint, then turning and gunning it in.
I am a little fired up tonight, mostly because of the Pistons loss. No big deal though, it is only one game, and the Pistons have shown everyone that they can hang with the Lakers. There was very little doubt in my mind, but that clearly wasn't the case with the jackass media.
Speaking of Jack...asses, how about that fucking dickhead Jack Nicholson. That mother fucker gets way too much God damn camera time, which, by the way, is no big deal...if he is in a movie, but is a big deal during a basketball game. Take the fucking camera off that old bag of bones and put it on the ass of some hot Californian bitch. Am I the only one who is tired of seeing him piss and moan after every single call that goes against the Lakers? Who cares that he is there, he is at every fucking Lakers home game, enough with him already. Great, he is a fan. Great, he is at the game, again. Take the fucking camera and put it elsewhere. Thank you and good night.
Friday, June 04, 2004
The Dentist
So I received some oral (treatment) today. Not the kind that I enjoy the most, of course, but yeah, oral treatment nonetheless. I have always feared going to the dentist, but today was different. I actually looked forward to going, for some reason. Anyways, the lady that cleaned me teeth was very nice. She wasn't that bad looking either. She told me that I kinda look like Justin Timberlake, so I was all like, you better take that back, but I guess it was a compliment. Her co-workers agreed as well, but I just didn't see what they were talking about....
Whatever, I've also been told, on more than one occassion, that I look like Tobey Maguire, better known as the guy who plays Spider-Man. That I can see, just a litle bit, but Justin Timberlake? Do I really look that gay? Although, he was hitting Britney, so that is always a plus. Just for the record, I have nothing major against Justin, he probably isn't gay, but he isn't somebody I want to look like.
This brings me to a question that I would like to ask everyone. Have you ever been told that you look like a celebrity? If so, who? Also, if you know what I look like, I would like you to tell me if you agree with my two celebrity comparisons. That is all for tonight, I am tired because I was at work and just got off. I am about to get off again, before I go to bed...but you didn't need to know that, did you? Thank you and good night. Also, here is a Family Guy quote generator that I found:
Whatever, I've also been told, on more than one occassion, that I look like Tobey Maguire, better known as the guy who plays Spider-Man. That I can see, just a litle bit, but Justin Timberlake? Do I really look that gay? Although, he was hitting Britney, so that is always a plus. Just for the record, I have nothing major against Justin, he probably isn't gay, but he isn't somebody I want to look like.
This brings me to a question that I would like to ask everyone. Have you ever been told that you look like a celebrity? If so, who? Also, if you know what I look like, I would like you to tell me if you agree with my two celebrity comparisons. That is all for tonight, I am tired because I was at work and just got off. I am about to get off again, before I go to bed...but you didn't need to know that, did you? Thank you and good night. Also, here is a Family Guy quote generator that I found:
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Thursday, June 03, 2004
Kids These Days
Okay, I've been meaning to bring up a certain issue on my blog for quite some time now. The issue that I am speaking of deals with what I like to call "tricked out" cars. You know what I'm talking about here, cars with ground effects, spinners, hydraulics, loud ass speaker systems, and other unneeded accessories. People who have this shit have either, A) watched The Fast and the Furious one to many times, B) are rich fucks who have money to blow, or C) kids with no bills to pay, who can't think of a better use for their money.
Let me continue with the latter mentioned cateogry. The majority of "tricked out" cars have a teenager in the driver's seat. I was, just one week ago, a teenager myself, and I have never felt the desire to "trick out" my car. What is it that possesses young men, and sometimes young women, to blow their fucking money on this bullshit?
I know that I am in the minority here, but I can't seem to understand why you would want to spend your pay check on unnecessary things for your car. I can think of about three or four better ways to use my money, just off the top of my head. I would rather use my money to buy a hooker, buy the ChalkZone boxset, use it as toilet paper, or donate it to chairty. Wait, I did say better, so scratch of the chairty donation. I named three things, so my point remains valid.
Listen kiddies, someone please tell me what the car was originally designed for? Anyone, anyone? Bueller...Bueller...Bueller? Times up, the correct answer is, to provide a vehicle for people to travel to their destination. In other words, it gets you from point A to point B, as quickly and safely as possible. Nothing more, nothing less.
I often get into arguments with people over this topic. They usually tell me that they don't want their car to look like any old car. To that I say this, what the fuck do you mean? Do you have trouble finding your God damn car in the parking lot or something? Who cares if your car looks the same as another car of the same make and model. Use something else to differentiate your car from another, like maybe a bumper stickers that says "We Break For No One." Or how about some dice hanging off your rearview mirror? For you guys out their, how about some semen stains on the backseat? The possibilities are endless, without hitting your wallet.
I am a little fired up tonight, so I will shut my ass up now. I probably lost another reader because of this post, which means that I'm down to three readers. Maybe if I tricked out my car, people would think that I'm cool and then start reading my blog. Yeah, that is the ticket to coolness...I'll get a pimp hat and some sunglasses too. While I'm at it, I mine as well get a tattoo or possibly an eyebrow piercing... Would that really make me any cooler than I am now? I know that I am not the hippest person in the world, but fuck, I guess I just don't understand what is in these days....
Let me continue with the latter mentioned cateogry. The majority of "tricked out" cars have a teenager in the driver's seat. I was, just one week ago, a teenager myself, and I have never felt the desire to "trick out" my car. What is it that possesses young men, and sometimes young women, to blow their fucking money on this bullshit?
I know that I am in the minority here, but I can't seem to understand why you would want to spend your pay check on unnecessary things for your car. I can think of about three or four better ways to use my money, just off the top of my head. I would rather use my money to buy a hooker, buy the ChalkZone boxset, use it as toilet paper, or donate it to chairty. Wait, I did say better, so scratch of the chairty donation. I named three things, so my point remains valid.
Listen kiddies, someone please tell me what the car was originally designed for? Anyone, anyone? Bueller...Bueller...Bueller? Times up, the correct answer is, to provide a vehicle for people to travel to their destination. In other words, it gets you from point A to point B, as quickly and safely as possible. Nothing more, nothing less.
I often get into arguments with people over this topic. They usually tell me that they don't want their car to look like any old car. To that I say this, what the fuck do you mean? Do you have trouble finding your God damn car in the parking lot or something? Who cares if your car looks the same as another car of the same make and model. Use something else to differentiate your car from another, like maybe a bumper stickers that says "We Break For No One." Or how about some dice hanging off your rearview mirror? For you guys out their, how about some semen stains on the backseat? The possibilities are endless, without hitting your wallet.
I am a little fired up tonight, so I will shut my ass up now. I probably lost another reader because of this post, which means that I'm down to three readers. Maybe if I tricked out my car, people would think that I'm cool and then start reading my blog. Yeah, that is the ticket to coolness...I'll get a pimp hat and some sunglasses too. While I'm at it, I mine as well get a tattoo or possibly an eyebrow piercing... Would that really make me any cooler than I am now? I know that I am not the hippest person in the world, but fuck, I guess I just don't understand what is in these days....
Tuesday, June 01, 2004
Ken's Top Ten
Well folks, today is the day that I debut my top ten. Finally, the moment you all have been waiting for.
This won't be a traditional top ten, mostly because I may find the need to provide some additional commentary. So without further ado...
The top ten things that I've wanted to ask during a customer transaction, but have always been too afraid to ask:
Number 10
When a customer asks, Can you break a hundred? I always want to say:
Does this look like a fucking bank to you?
People come in with hundred dollar bills all the times. I usually have to decline their request because we aren't allowed to keep that kind of money in the drawer. Obviously, some people fail to realize that 7-11 is often a place that gets robbed. Since I've been working at 7-11, I haven't experienced a robbery, but there are times that I worry about getting robbed, especially with certain customers.
Number 9
When a person comes in, stumbling drunk, I often want to say:
Could I interest you in some Chaser tablets?
Number 8
When an attractive lady comes up to the counter with a twinkie, I often want to ask:
Would you like a ding dong with your twinkie?
Number 7
When someone complains about the price of an item, I often want to go off on them by saying:
Listen asshole, if I made the prices around here, do you think I'd be standing behind this counter?
Once again, people fail to realize that the cashiers do not make the prices. Don't complain to me about the God damn prices, I just work here.
Number 6
When a big breasted women walks up to the counter with multiple slurpees, I sometimes want to ask:
Would you like a breastholder...I mean, would you like a cupholder?
Number 5
When a person asks to buy some Zig Zags, I often want to inquire about what they are using them for by saying:
Are you a pothead, focker?
Number 4
When a heavyset person walks up to the register with a few bags full of donuts, I always want to ask them one question, which is:
Hey fatty, are you going to eat all those donuts by yourself?
Number 3
When an unattractive lady walks up to the counter with a few items, I often want to ask:
Would you like a paper bag for your head?
Number 2
When a good-looking women walks up to the register with a box of condoms, I frequently want to ask:
Who is the lucky guy?
Number 1
When a female sets a package of tampons on the counter, I always want to ask:
Is it that time of the month again?
I hope you all enjoyed my top ten. If not, screw you, I would like to see you do better. Anyways, I am off to my sister's commencements, so I will be ending this post now. There is one more thing I want to say before I go though...Gooooo Pistons!
This won't be a traditional top ten, mostly because I may find the need to provide some additional commentary. So without further ado...
The top ten things that I've wanted to ask during a customer transaction, but have always been too afraid to ask:
Number 10
When a customer asks, Can you break a hundred? I always want to say:
Does this look like a fucking bank to you?
People come in with hundred dollar bills all the times. I usually have to decline their request because we aren't allowed to keep that kind of money in the drawer. Obviously, some people fail to realize that 7-11 is often a place that gets robbed. Since I've been working at 7-11, I haven't experienced a robbery, but there are times that I worry about getting robbed, especially with certain customers.
Number 9
When a person comes in, stumbling drunk, I often want to say:
Could I interest you in some Chaser tablets?
Number 8
When an attractive lady comes up to the counter with a twinkie, I often want to ask:
Would you like a ding dong with your twinkie?
Number 7
When someone complains about the price of an item, I often want to go off on them by saying:
Listen asshole, if I made the prices around here, do you think I'd be standing behind this counter?
Once again, people fail to realize that the cashiers do not make the prices. Don't complain to me about the God damn prices, I just work here.
Number 6
When a big breasted women walks up to the counter with multiple slurpees, I sometimes want to ask:
Would you like a breastholder...I mean, would you like a cupholder?
Number 5
When a person asks to buy some Zig Zags, I often want to inquire about what they are using them for by saying:
Are you a pothead, focker?
Number 4
When a heavyset person walks up to the register with a few bags full of donuts, I always want to ask them one question, which is:
Hey fatty, are you going to eat all those donuts by yourself?
Number 3
When an unattractive lady walks up to the counter with a few items, I often want to ask:
Would you like a paper bag for your head?
Number 2
When a good-looking women walks up to the register with a box of condoms, I frequently want to ask:
Who is the lucky guy?
Number 1
When a female sets a package of tampons on the counter, I always want to ask:
Is it that time of the month again?
I hope you all enjoyed my top ten. If not, screw you, I would like to see you do better. Anyways, I am off to my sister's commencements, so I will be ending this post now. There is one more thing I want to say before I go though...Gooooo Pistons!
Monday, May 31, 2004
Happy Memorial Day
Well, today wasn't as bad as it could have been. I had to work, which clearly wasn't the highlight of my day, but it wasn't that bad. Work wasn't as busy as I expected it to be, and I didn't have to deal with too many drunks, which was a good thing. I did see my fair share of drunks though, but they all were of the pleasant variety.
Memorial Day is the unoffical, or offical, however you want to look at it, start of summer. That means revealing shirts, short shorts, and nice tans for the ladies. That is the good thing about my job, I get to see all kinds of good-looking women. Today was a perfect example of what I am talking about. A nice looking girl had a white shirt on that I could see through. Here is the kicker though, she wasn't wearing a bra. Let me just say this, America needs more of this. I have a message to all the pretty ladies reading this, ditch the bra. At the risk of sounding like a Michelob Light commerical, nature should never be tamed. Sadly though, according to my calculations, only between 0 and 0.4 girls read this. We all know the mathematical rules, if it is below 0.5, you must round down, so zero girls read this. I wish I could say more good things about my job, but that is the only good thing about my job though.
I have decided to start a new feature on my blog. It will be called Ken's Top Ten. I know, I know, what an original idea. I am thinking about making this a monthly thing, even if I have to steal some ideas from someone else. I will be starting it in the month of June, and I know that you all are looking forward to it (end sarcasm) for sure. Enough about that though, this could go down as my shortest post ever, so I will end it now. To everyone who is reading this: Happy Memorial Day!
Memorial Day is the unoffical, or offical, however you want to look at it, start of summer. That means revealing shirts, short shorts, and nice tans for the ladies. That is the good thing about my job, I get to see all kinds of good-looking women. Today was a perfect example of what I am talking about. A nice looking girl had a white shirt on that I could see through. Here is the kicker though, she wasn't wearing a bra. Let me just say this, America needs more of this. I have a message to all the pretty ladies reading this, ditch the bra. At the risk of sounding like a Michelob Light commerical, nature should never be tamed. Sadly though, according to my calculations, only between 0 and 0.4 girls read this. We all know the mathematical rules, if it is below 0.5, you must round down, so zero girls read this. I wish I could say more good things about my job, but that is the only good thing about my job though.
I have decided to start a new feature on my blog. It will be called Ken's Top Ten. I know, I know, what an original idea. I am thinking about making this a monthly thing, even if I have to steal some ideas from someone else. I will be starting it in the month of June, and I know that you all are looking forward to it (end sarcasm) for sure. Enough about that though, this could go down as my shortest post ever, so I will end it now. To everyone who is reading this: Happy Memorial Day!
Sunday, May 30, 2004
Memorial Day Weekend
I haven't posted in a while, mostly because I have been pretty busy lately. Afterall, it is Memorial Day weekend. I haven't been busy doing anything exciting, but I have been busy nonetheless. I worked on Friday and Saturday, which consumed most of those two days. On days that I work, it is hard to find time to do anything that day, besides work. I usually work the 3-11 shift, so by the time I wake up, eat breakfast, and take a shower, it is almost time to go to work.
I also have to work tomorrow, which, as most of you are aware, is Memorial Day. Should be another fun (end sarcasm) day, especially because it is a holiday. I expect a lot more drunks than usual, along with the general chaos that always seems to come with working a holiday. The reason for that is fairly obvious though, very few businesses are open on a holiday, except 7-11.
Oh 7-11, why do you torture your employees so? I know that I am not the only one working on Memorial Day. I mean, I'll be working with a co-worker, so we'll be the only two people working in the United States. All kidding aside, that isn't the point. My point is that I am pissed off because I get scheduled to work on all the God damn holidays. I have been working at 7-11 for about a year, and in that year, I have had to work on every holiday. Even the shitty nonsignificant ones, such as Hanukkah and the Chinese New Year. Seriously though, since April of 2003, which is when I started my job, I have had to work each and every holiday.
Let me start with the beginning: In April of 2003, I had to work on Easter. In May of 2003, I had to work on my birthday (I know, not a holiday, but it still sucked) and Memorial Day, which I will also be working this year. In July of 2003, I had to work on the Fourth of July, and I suspect that I'll have to work it again this year. In September of 2003, I had to work on Labor Day, which, by the way, is suppose to be a day set aside for the working man. I could be wrong here, but I am a working man. Did I miss a fucking memo or something? I see no other possible explanation for this great atrocity, but I want some God damn answers. In October of 2003, I had to work on Halloween, which was no big deal. However, here come the ones that really piss me off....
In November of 2003, I had to work on Thanksgiving. In December of 2003, I had to work on Christmas. Now, I am not religious or anything, so I don't give a fuck about the religious aspect of Christmas, but I do like spending time with my family. I even had to work on December 31st, 2003, better known as New Year's Eve. I would go on, but I am fairly certain that I have made my point. I thought I would leave this trend in 2003, but it appears to have continued on into 2004. It may sound like I am making a mountain out of a mole hill here, but I just can't seem to understand what the hell is going on.
I don't blame anyone, except in the case of having to work on Christmas. I blame that one on the owners because they are allowed to close on Christmas, but they don't. The term, anything for a buck, pretty much describes the two owners, in a nutshell. They are also living proof that, if given the chance, anyone can successfuly own a 7-11. Isn't that what the American dream is all about though? I guess so, but more on their incompetence at a later date.
Enough about work, let me tell you what I did today. I went with a few family members and friends to the St. Clair Shores Memorial Day parade. I have been going every year for quite some time now, and even though I am not very fond of parades, it is always a good time. This year was no exception, I had an enjoyable afternoon. Anyways, I doubt that anyone has made it this far, so I will quit while I am ahead, or behind, whichever is funnier....
I also have to work tomorrow, which, as most of you are aware, is Memorial Day. Should be another fun (end sarcasm) day, especially because it is a holiday. I expect a lot more drunks than usual, along with the general chaos that always seems to come with working a holiday. The reason for that is fairly obvious though, very few businesses are open on a holiday, except 7-11.
Oh 7-11, why do you torture your employees so? I know that I am not the only one working on Memorial Day. I mean, I'll be working with a co-worker, so we'll be the only two people working in the United States. All kidding aside, that isn't the point. My point is that I am pissed off because I get scheduled to work on all the God damn holidays. I have been working at 7-11 for about a year, and in that year, I have had to work on every holiday. Even the shitty nonsignificant ones, such as Hanukkah and the Chinese New Year. Seriously though, since April of 2003, which is when I started my job, I have had to work each and every holiday.
Let me start with the beginning: In April of 2003, I had to work on Easter. In May of 2003, I had to work on my birthday (I know, not a holiday, but it still sucked) and Memorial Day, which I will also be working this year. In July of 2003, I had to work on the Fourth of July, and I suspect that I'll have to work it again this year. In September of 2003, I had to work on Labor Day, which, by the way, is suppose to be a day set aside for the working man. I could be wrong here, but I am a working man. Did I miss a fucking memo or something? I see no other possible explanation for this great atrocity, but I want some God damn answers. In October of 2003, I had to work on Halloween, which was no big deal. However, here come the ones that really piss me off....
In November of 2003, I had to work on Thanksgiving. In December of 2003, I had to work on Christmas. Now, I am not religious or anything, so I don't give a fuck about the religious aspect of Christmas, but I do like spending time with my family. I even had to work on December 31st, 2003, better known as New Year's Eve. I would go on, but I am fairly certain that I have made my point. I thought I would leave this trend in 2003, but it appears to have continued on into 2004. It may sound like I am making a mountain out of a mole hill here, but I just can't seem to understand what the hell is going on.
I don't blame anyone, except in the case of having to work on Christmas. I blame that one on the owners because they are allowed to close on Christmas, but they don't. The term, anything for a buck, pretty much describes the two owners, in a nutshell. They are also living proof that, if given the chance, anyone can successfuly own a 7-11. Isn't that what the American dream is all about though? I guess so, but more on their incompetence at a later date.
Enough about work, let me tell you what I did today. I went with a few family members and friends to the St. Clair Shores Memorial Day parade. I have been going every year for quite some time now, and even though I am not very fond of parades, it is always a good time. This year was no exception, I had an enjoyable afternoon. Anyways, I doubt that anyone has made it this far, so I will quit while I am ahead, or behind, whichever is funnier....
Thursday, May 27, 2004
Happy Birthday to Me
Well, today was (is) my birthday, and it wasn't so bad. I had to work, but it could have been worse. I got the usual phone calls from the usual people and pretty much just relaxed, until I had to go to work. Work was the same as any other day, except that I got a birthday card and a Staples gift certificate from my co-workers, which was nice. I'll probably use the gift card to buy a tape recorder. I have always wanted one, for various reasons. Most of the reasons involve blackmail and other nerfarious acts, but I also would like one for school use, in the fall. Using a tape record should be a lot easier than taking notes, and the particular tape recorder that I want allows me to download my recordings on to my computer. That would make my life very easy.
While at work today, I was reminded of one thing that really pisses me off. I would spare you the details, but this is my blog, so what kind of person would I be if I didn't share it with you? I'll tell you what kind of person I'd be, a person who doesn't piss and moan, and that just isn't for me. On with the pissing and the moaning....
Okay, what I am going to tell you is one of the most difficult things that I have to do at work, aside for masturbating in the bathroom without getting caught. That is pretty damn difficult, but this is almost as hard, no pun intended. Anyways, it involves refusing to sell a drunk more alcohol. Now, if it were up to me, I couldn't care less if they are already drunk off their ass, but I have to refuse to sell to them. It seems that "the man" has various reasons for this, but most of the reasons make no sense to me. I often hear that I can't sell to them because it would promote drinking and driving. Hello, how the fuck did they get to 7-11 in the first place? The majority of them certainly didn't walk to 7-11. To a point, I can understand this argument because maybe people will realize that they won't get turned down, so they might be more likely to get into their car and go get some more beer. I can see that the potential for trouble is there, but this is by far the strongest pro-refusal argument....
On to some other arguments though, which are far more flawed. Sometimes I hear that, if I sell to them, what if they get into an accident and kill someone on their way home? To that, I say, what if I refuse them and they kill someone on their way to another convenience store? You can spin this any way you want to, but no one knows what will happen, not even everyone's main man, Jesus. I also often hear that, if I sell beer to someone, I would be partially responsible for any accident or death they may cause, which, if true, is total fucking bullshit. I didn't do anything, other then sell them alcohol, which is part of my God damn job description. I hear all these things from my co-workers and the higher-ups, so I have no idea if they are true or not, but I suspect them all to be scare tactics.
Furthermore, I also frequently hear that I can't sell to a drunk person because some people just don't know their limits, so I have to play the part of the controller. I think that this is a total crock of shit. I don't feel comfortable refusing people, for two reasons....
Reason number one: there is what I like to call, a mean drunk. When I refuse them, they get loud and obnoxious, usually screaming obscenities at me. That is all good, but I can't say anything back at them, which is often difficult to do. I don't want to lose my job over some asshole drunk, so I must refrain from retaliating, which is the more civilized action to take anyway.
On to reason number two: I see no precise way to tell if someone is drunk enough for me to refuse them. Obviosuly, if they can't form a coherent sentence or are stumbling over, it is an easy refusal. It becomes more difficult though, especially when you think you should refuse someone, but you have no hard evidence against them. That would be like convicting someone for murder just because they looked like someone who would kill. In addition to that, some people are just good actors, so I have to give them props for trying. Shouldn't I also give them the benefit of the doubt? I say yes, but I am never sure if I am doing the right thing. I have no exact guidelines, which makes my job difficult at times.
I also have a problem with this, for another reason. If I refuse to sell alcohol to someone who is too drunk, should I also refuse to sell something off of the grill to someone who is too fat? By "the man's" logic and the reasoning of some of my co-workers, it is the same concept. By selling the unhealthy grill food to a morbidly obese person, they could have a heart attack and die. Would I be at fault for his or her death? Of course I wouldn't, but I see it as the principle. It seems to me that we worry so much about the drunk drivers because we all see it, from time to time, in the news. I agree, it is something to worry about. As I said before though, they are already at my God damn 7-11 trying to buy booze. Isn't it too late to worry about it now, they are already half way home. Even if I refuse to sell to them, they still could kill someone on their way home. I don't know, maybe I am way off here, but I really don't see how this prevents anything.
I have rambled on for too long, so I will finish my post with an ending that fits:
Leaves are falling all around, It's time I was on my way.
Thanks to you, I'm much obliged for such a pleasant stay.
But now it's time for me to go. The autumn moon lights my way.
For now I smell the rain, and with it pain, and it's headed my way.
Sometimes I grow so tired, but I know I've got one thing I got to do...
Ramble On, And now's the time, the time is now, to sing my song.
I'm going 'round the world, I got to find my girl, on my way.
I've been this way ten years to the day, Ramble On,
Gotta find the queen of all my dreams.
While at work today, I was reminded of one thing that really pisses me off. I would spare you the details, but this is my blog, so what kind of person would I be if I didn't share it with you? I'll tell you what kind of person I'd be, a person who doesn't piss and moan, and that just isn't for me. On with the pissing and the moaning....
Okay, what I am going to tell you is one of the most difficult things that I have to do at work, aside for masturbating in the bathroom without getting caught. That is pretty damn difficult, but this is almost as hard, no pun intended. Anyways, it involves refusing to sell a drunk more alcohol. Now, if it were up to me, I couldn't care less if they are already drunk off their ass, but I have to refuse to sell to them. It seems that "the man" has various reasons for this, but most of the reasons make no sense to me. I often hear that I can't sell to them because it would promote drinking and driving. Hello, how the fuck did they get to 7-11 in the first place? The majority of them certainly didn't walk to 7-11. To a point, I can understand this argument because maybe people will realize that they won't get turned down, so they might be more likely to get into their car and go get some more beer. I can see that the potential for trouble is there, but this is by far the strongest pro-refusal argument....
On to some other arguments though, which are far more flawed. Sometimes I hear that, if I sell to them, what if they get into an accident and kill someone on their way home? To that, I say, what if I refuse them and they kill someone on their way to another convenience store? You can spin this any way you want to, but no one knows what will happen, not even everyone's main man, Jesus. I also often hear that, if I sell beer to someone, I would be partially responsible for any accident or death they may cause, which, if true, is total fucking bullshit. I didn't do anything, other then sell them alcohol, which is part of my God damn job description. I hear all these things from my co-workers and the higher-ups, so I have no idea if they are true or not, but I suspect them all to be scare tactics.
Furthermore, I also frequently hear that I can't sell to a drunk person because some people just don't know their limits, so I have to play the part of the controller. I think that this is a total crock of shit. I don't feel comfortable refusing people, for two reasons....
Reason number one: there is what I like to call, a mean drunk. When I refuse them, they get loud and obnoxious, usually screaming obscenities at me. That is all good, but I can't say anything back at them, which is often difficult to do. I don't want to lose my job over some asshole drunk, so I must refrain from retaliating, which is the more civilized action to take anyway.
On to reason number two: I see no precise way to tell if someone is drunk enough for me to refuse them. Obviosuly, if they can't form a coherent sentence or are stumbling over, it is an easy refusal. It becomes more difficult though, especially when you think you should refuse someone, but you have no hard evidence against them. That would be like convicting someone for murder just because they looked like someone who would kill. In addition to that, some people are just good actors, so I have to give them props for trying. Shouldn't I also give them the benefit of the doubt? I say yes, but I am never sure if I am doing the right thing. I have no exact guidelines, which makes my job difficult at times.
I also have a problem with this, for another reason. If I refuse to sell alcohol to someone who is too drunk, should I also refuse to sell something off of the grill to someone who is too fat? By "the man's" logic and the reasoning of some of my co-workers, it is the same concept. By selling the unhealthy grill food to a morbidly obese person, they could have a heart attack and die. Would I be at fault for his or her death? Of course I wouldn't, but I see it as the principle. It seems to me that we worry so much about the drunk drivers because we all see it, from time to time, in the news. I agree, it is something to worry about. As I said before though, they are already at my God damn 7-11 trying to buy booze. Isn't it too late to worry about it now, they are already half way home. Even if I refuse to sell to them, they still could kill someone on their way home. I don't know, maybe I am way off here, but I really don't see how this prevents anything.
I have rambled on for too long, so I will finish my post with an ending that fits:
Leaves are falling all around, It's time I was on my way.
Thanks to you, I'm much obliged for such a pleasant stay.
But now it's time for me to go. The autumn moon lights my way.
For now I smell the rain, and with it pain, and it's headed my way.
Sometimes I grow so tired, but I know I've got one thing I got to do...
Ramble On, And now's the time, the time is now, to sing my song.
I'm going 'round the world, I got to find my girl, on my way.
I've been this way ten years to the day, Ramble On,
Gotta find the queen of all my dreams.
Tuesday, May 25, 2004
Troy
I had quite an enjoyable time today. My birthday is coming up, so my grandma took me out to go see a movie. She suggested that we go see Troy, which was surprising because she hates bloody movies. I am not a big fan of seeing blood myself, but I like to see the action, which means that I have to deal with it. There really is no way to have that kind of action without blood. Anyways, I thought the movie was very good and my grandma enjoyed it as well, despite the bloody scenes. The movie was about three hours long, so there were times where you lost interest, but all in all, the movie had a good story line and lots of fighting. This film is worth seeing, but I don't recommend movies to people because the quality of a movie is difficult to gauge to another person. This may sound confusing, but let me expalin. What I mean by this is that you always get three conflicting reports from the moviegoing population.
Let me set up an example to illustrate my point. Two friends go out to see a movie, and after they get out of it, they start arguing over how good it was. One of the friends, we'll call him Joey, seems to think that the movie was great. The other friend, we'll call him Ross, seems to think that the movie was horrible. Meanwhile, a friend of theirs, we'll call him Chandler, comes up to them and makes a terrible joke, which silences the discussion. After the awkward silence, Joey and Ross continue having a heated debate about the movie. Chandler asks the two friends what they are fighting about. Joey and Ross tell him that they just went to see the latest Ernst movie, Ernst gets a Vasectomy, and they can't seem to agree on the quality of the movie.
Chandler, being the great diplomat and friend that he is, suggets that they all go see the movie together. Joey thinks that this is a great idea, but Ross refuses to dole out another eight bucks for a terrible movie. Joey, being an actor himself, appreciates the great acting ability of Ernst, so he tells his two friends that he will pay for their tickets. Ross, being the dickhead that he is, still doesn't want to go see the movie. Joey promises that there will be gummy bears in store for him, if he goes to the movie, which seals the deal for Ross. The three friends go to the see movie together, and after the closing credits, they begin discussing the quality of the movie. Joey and Ross still have the same conflicting opinion as before, so they look to Chandler to break the tension. Chandler tells them that he thought the movie was okay, although he did like the jacuzzi scene, in which Ernst gets his penis stuck in a jet stream hole. The three friends never agree on the quality of the movie, which causes Ross to go on a shooting spree, killing Joey and Chandler in the process.
This story pretty much makes my point. Everyone has a different opinion about the quality of a movie, but until you go see it for youself, don't believe a word anyone says about it. By the way, am I the only one that thinks that my story would make a great episode of Friends? Anyways, it is getting late and I should be off to bed. Oh, and if you're reading this Banker, tell your mom I'll be in the bedroom in about five minutes, k thx bye.
Let me set up an example to illustrate my point. Two friends go out to see a movie, and after they get out of it, they start arguing over how good it was. One of the friends, we'll call him Joey, seems to think that the movie was great. The other friend, we'll call him Ross, seems to think that the movie was horrible. Meanwhile, a friend of theirs, we'll call him Chandler, comes up to them and makes a terrible joke, which silences the discussion. After the awkward silence, Joey and Ross continue having a heated debate about the movie. Chandler asks the two friends what they are fighting about. Joey and Ross tell him that they just went to see the latest Ernst movie, Ernst gets a Vasectomy, and they can't seem to agree on the quality of the movie.
Chandler, being the great diplomat and friend that he is, suggets that they all go see the movie together. Joey thinks that this is a great idea, but Ross refuses to dole out another eight bucks for a terrible movie. Joey, being an actor himself, appreciates the great acting ability of Ernst, so he tells his two friends that he will pay for their tickets. Ross, being the dickhead that he is, still doesn't want to go see the movie. Joey promises that there will be gummy bears in store for him, if he goes to the movie, which seals the deal for Ross. The three friends go to the see movie together, and after the closing credits, they begin discussing the quality of the movie. Joey and Ross still have the same conflicting opinion as before, so they look to Chandler to break the tension. Chandler tells them that he thought the movie was okay, although he did like the jacuzzi scene, in which Ernst gets his penis stuck in a jet stream hole. The three friends never agree on the quality of the movie, which causes Ross to go on a shooting spree, killing Joey and Chandler in the process.
This story pretty much makes my point. Everyone has a different opinion about the quality of a movie, but until you go see it for youself, don't believe a word anyone says about it. By the way, am I the only one that thinks that my story would make a great episode of Friends? Anyways, it is getting late and I should be off to bed. Oh, and if you're reading this Banker, tell your mom I'll be in the bedroom in about five minutes, k thx bye.
Monday, May 24, 2004
Tay Saves the Day
After Rasheed Wallace guaranteed a game two victory, the Pistons had no choice but to step up and deliver. The final score was a 72-67 Pistons victory, but it could have been a Pistons loss had it not been for Tayshaun Prince. Prince blocked Reggie Miller's potential game tying shot, which could have been the beginning of the end for the Pistons. Richard Hamilton, the Pistons best player in game two, was huge down the stretch and ended up with 23 points. As a team, the Pistons stepped it up defensively, allowing just 24 points in the second half. The first half was a different story for the Pistons, but they played through it and came away with a win.
I wanted to rant on how much I hate NASCAR tonight, but I decided to save that for some other time. Instead, I want to say something about that crazy, question mark suit wearing guy that you see on television infomercials. If you don't know who I'm talking about, his name is Matthew Lesko and he claims that the government will give you free money to pay your bills. In fact, that is the title of his book, Free Money to Pay Your Bills, which, by the way, might actually be believable if he didn't act like a deranged psycho. This guy is totally off the wall, borderlining on insane. I don't know how in the hell he got on television, but I suspect that it has something to do with the fact that he dresses like the God damn Riddler. Now this guy may dress like the Riddler, but he looks more like Screech, from the television show, Saved by the Bell. I don't know what is worse, the fact that he is on television or my act of watching him on television, but I suspect the former. This guy seriously needs to tone it down somehow, I suggest that he switches to decaf....
Enough about that though, it is now time for me to end this thing. Check out my friend Ryan's blog, which is a hell of a lot more interesting than this meaningless post. His posts are shorter too, which is a nice change of pace from my endless drivel. Check him out at: Detroit Kid
I wanted to rant on how much I hate NASCAR tonight, but I decided to save that for some other time. Instead, I want to say something about that crazy, question mark suit wearing guy that you see on television infomercials. If you don't know who I'm talking about, his name is Matthew Lesko and he claims that the government will give you free money to pay your bills. In fact, that is the title of his book, Free Money to Pay Your Bills, which, by the way, might actually be believable if he didn't act like a deranged psycho. This guy is totally off the wall, borderlining on insane. I don't know how in the hell he got on television, but I suspect that it has something to do with the fact that he dresses like the God damn Riddler. Now this guy may dress like the Riddler, but he looks more like Screech, from the television show, Saved by the Bell. I don't know what is worse, the fact that he is on television or my act of watching him on television, but I suspect the former. This guy seriously needs to tone it down somehow, I suggest that he switches to decaf....
Enough about that though, it is now time for me to end this thing. Check out my friend Ryan's blog, which is a hell of a lot more interesting than this meaningless post. His posts are shorter too, which is a nice change of pace from my endless drivel. Check him out at: Detroit Kid
Sunday, May 23, 2004
Ride the Lightning
With an exciting 2-1 victory in game seven over the Flyers, the Tampa Bay Lightning are moving on to the Stanley Cup Finals. Ruslan Fedotenko opened the scoring in the first period, followed by a Fredrik Modin goal in the second period, which made it 2-0 Lightning. The Flyers cut the lead in half just five minutes later, with a goal scored by Kim Johnsson. The Flyers pressed hard the rest of the game and made a valiant effort, but the Lighting shot the Flyers down in a defensive storm. The Modin goal was the eventual game winner, but the real story was the play of Nikolai Khabibulin, the Tampa Bay netminder. His sensational performance in game seven sets the table for what appears to be a goaltending battle of epic proportions. The Calgary Flames also have an exceptional netminder in Miikka Kiprusoff, who set a modern day record for goals against average (1.69) in the regular season and continues to impress in the playoffs. Needless to say, the play of each goalkeeper will be the major focal point of the series. The Flames look unbeatable right now, but the Lightning are playing almost as well. It should be a great matchup and I am looking forward to the start of the series on Tuesday.
Enough about hockey though, I want to tell you about my day, which consisted mostly of work. Okay, well the day didn't get interesting until I got to work, so I will skip all the boring details. My work day started like any other day, but it really got interesting during the storms that occured today in southeast Michigan. I had a perfect view of the storm from my perch at the 7-11 counter, and boy was it a rough one. The power went out for about a minute and the front doors blew open on more than one occasion. Okay, I know what you are thinking, he said he was going to skip the boring detials, but bare with me here. The amazing thing about all this is that people continued to come into the store. There is a God damn tornado warning, but some people can't seem to live without the essentials of life. And when I say essentials I mean nonessentials, such as cigarettes. It takes all kinds...I guess. Let me go off on these people for one second, what the fuck are you thinking? There is a God damn storm outside and you come in to get a slurpee and some cigarettes. Why don't you do us all a favor and go light one of those cigarettes at the gas pump. I mean really, you needed some cigarettes during a tornado warning?
I am exhausted and I have to get up tomorrow at 6 a.m. to continue my observation of the human race at 7-11. It may sound like thankless work...what the hell am I talking about, it is thankless work, but it will be worth it when I become insane and go on a shooting spree. Not really though, but it gives you an idea of what I'm dealing with here. Anyways, thank you for reading another one of my grandiose rants.
Enough about hockey though, I want to tell you about my day, which consisted mostly of work. Okay, well the day didn't get interesting until I got to work, so I will skip all the boring details. My work day started like any other day, but it really got interesting during the storms that occured today in southeast Michigan. I had a perfect view of the storm from my perch at the 7-11 counter, and boy was it a rough one. The power went out for about a minute and the front doors blew open on more than one occasion. Okay, I know what you are thinking, he said he was going to skip the boring detials, but bare with me here. The amazing thing about all this is that people continued to come into the store. There is a God damn tornado warning, but some people can't seem to live without the essentials of life. And when I say essentials I mean nonessentials, such as cigarettes. It takes all kinds...I guess. Let me go off on these people for one second, what the fuck are you thinking? There is a God damn storm outside and you come in to get a slurpee and some cigarettes. Why don't you do us all a favor and go light one of those cigarettes at the gas pump. I mean really, you needed some cigarettes during a tornado warning?
I am exhausted and I have to get up tomorrow at 6 a.m. to continue my observation of the human race at 7-11. It may sound like thankless work...what the hell am I talking about, it is thankless work, but it will be worth it when I become insane and go on a shooting spree. Not really though, but it gives you an idea of what I'm dealing with here. Anyways, thank you for reading another one of my grandiose rants.
Saturday, May 22, 2004
Dungeons and Dragons
So I played my first ever session of D&D today and I've got to say, I wish I had started playing sooner. I have always wanted to play D&D, so it was great that I finally got the chance to play. The game was very interesting, even though I pretty much had no clue what the hell I was doing. I am also unsure if I will ever know what I am doing, or if I will ever be any good at roleplaying or character development. The people I played with were not only great players, but they were also very easy to get along with and funny. In addition to that, Andy was awesome as the dungeon master. He really does put a lot of thought and planning into the game, while at the same time not taking it too seriously and making it fun.
If you have never played the game before, it is very similar to Lord of the Rings, which most people should be familiar with. To sum it up, you become a hero on a mythical journey trying to fulfill an epic quest in a fantasy world. You are usually joined by a few other adventures, which are also usually trying to accomplish the same end. The dungeon master controls the whole game and it is your job to defeat whatever he throws at you, in order to complete your quest. In short, the game is nearly endless, as are the character possibilities.
Now this game may sound a little...a little "nerdy" I guess you might say, but it is genuinely fun. Don't knock it until you've tried it people. And if you have tried it and still don't like it, there is probably something wrong with you, or possibly the people that you are playing with. Not really though, this game isn't for everyone, but I know that my first experience with it was a good one. So far so good, we'll see how I like it after I fully understand what I am doing, if that ever happens....
It is getting late and I am tired, so I will end this post now. If you want to check out what D&D is all about, go to this website for further details: D&D
If you have never played the game before, it is very similar to Lord of the Rings, which most people should be familiar with. To sum it up, you become a hero on a mythical journey trying to fulfill an epic quest in a fantasy world. You are usually joined by a few other adventures, which are also usually trying to accomplish the same end. The dungeon master controls the whole game and it is your job to defeat whatever he throws at you, in order to complete your quest. In short, the game is nearly endless, as are the character possibilities.
Now this game may sound a little...a little "nerdy" I guess you might say, but it is genuinely fun. Don't knock it until you've tried it people. And if you have tried it and still don't like it, there is probably something wrong with you, or possibly the people that you are playing with. Not really though, this game isn't for everyone, but I know that my first experience with it was a good one. So far so good, we'll see how I like it after I fully understand what I am doing, if that ever happens....
It is getting late and I am tired, so I will end this post now. If you want to check out what D&D is all about, go to this website for further details: D&D
Friday, May 21, 2004
Birthdays
My birthday is officially less than one week way. I guess I should feel excited, but I have just received some bad news. I have to work on my birthday. I had to work on my birthday last year, and it was, without a doubt, the worst birthday ever. I except more of the same this year. No one should have to work on their birthday, but that is the reality for me, and I'm sure many other people. There is only one thing I can do though, tough it out and make the best of it. Last year wasn't as horrible as it could have been. One of my coworkers sent one of her friends out to get me cupcakes, which was very nice. That was the highlight of my day and a very nice gesture by my coworker.
Enough on that though. How about this God damn Michigan weather? This blasted rain has got to stop sometime. Although, there is nothing better than a good lightning storm. It is very entertaining to watch the lightning and hear the thunder, at least to me. Lightning is one of nature's most beautiful sights and thunder isn't so bad either. I could do without the thunder though because it wakes me up at night, but thunder and lightning pretty much go hand in hand, unless you are a deaf man of course. The deaf community seems to gets all the breaks. (Just kidding)
Well, it is late and I just got back from work, so I am going to go to bed now. Except more of my endless drivel tomorrow. I will end this post with a link to my friend Richard's blog: Richard's Blog Check it out, it is always interesting, very similar to my blog, in that regard. Right? You better be nodding your head, I know where you live....
Enough on that though. How about this God damn Michigan weather? This blasted rain has got to stop sometime. Although, there is nothing better than a good lightning storm. It is very entertaining to watch the lightning and hear the thunder, at least to me. Lightning is one of nature's most beautiful sights and thunder isn't so bad either. I could do without the thunder though because it wakes me up at night, but thunder and lightning pretty much go hand in hand, unless you are a deaf man of course. The deaf community seems to gets all the breaks. (Just kidding)
Well, it is late and I just got back from work, so I am going to go to bed now. Except more of my endless drivel tomorrow. I will end this post with a link to my friend Richard's blog: Richard's Blog Check it out, it is always interesting, very similar to my blog, in that regard. Right? You better be nodding your head, I know where you live....
Thursday, May 20, 2004
Thank You Detroit...Pistons
Thankfully, the Pistons beat the Nets tonight, 90-69 was the final. I say thankfully for two reasons, if they had lost, the fans of Detroit would have only had the Tigers in action. Now don't get me wrong, the Tigers look ten times better than they did last year, but that shouldn't be too hard to do after losing 119 games. It is still somewhat doubtful that the Tigers will finish over .500, let alone make the playoffs. Furthermore, if the Pistons had lost, it would have been another major letdown for another Detroit team. The Red Wings are over two weeks removed from another disappointing playoff defeat at the hands of the Calgary Flames.
Speaking of which, how about them Flames? After a grueling seven game series win against the Canucks, a surprising six game series win against the Red Wings, and a less than perfect six game series win against the Sharks, they appear to be unstoppable. This may be a newsflash to some, but the Flames have yet to play up to their full potential. Isn't that a scary thought? I predict a Flames win in the Stanley Cup Finals. It will probably go seven games, but the Flames will find a way to get it done. They have the heart, the hot goalie in Miikka Kiprusoff, and the all-star scorer in Jarome Iginla. Not to mention a very good young defense and a corp of forwards that has speed to burn. In addition to that, they have great fans, like the ones shown in this picture: Calgary Fans
Check out that site for more great pictures! Who says Canadians don't know how to have a good time? Certainly not me.... In fact, they probably know how to have a good time better than me, that is for damn sure. More on that at a later date. On that note, I will end my post. Thank you for visiting and please come again.
Speaking of which, how about them Flames? After a grueling seven game series win against the Canucks, a surprising six game series win against the Red Wings, and a less than perfect six game series win against the Sharks, they appear to be unstoppable. This may be a newsflash to some, but the Flames have yet to play up to their full potential. Isn't that a scary thought? I predict a Flames win in the Stanley Cup Finals. It will probably go seven games, but the Flames will find a way to get it done. They have the heart, the hot goalie in Miikka Kiprusoff, and the all-star scorer in Jarome Iginla. Not to mention a very good young defense and a corp of forwards that has speed to burn. In addition to that, they have great fans, like the ones shown in this picture: Calgary Fans
Check out that site for more great pictures! Who says Canadians don't know how to have a good time? Certainly not me.... In fact, they probably know how to have a good time better than me, that is for damn sure. More on that at a later date. On that note, I will end my post. Thank you for visiting and please come again.
Wednesday, May 19, 2004
Driving
I don't do much driving, but when I do, I recognize a slew of things that bother me about the way people drive. I must admit, I am definitely not the great driver in the world, far from it. I also have my fair share of bad habits, I suppose, that may make other drivers angry, but I try to keep them to a minimum. Let me just say this though, people need to learn about a little device that I like to call the turn signal. Well, I'm not the only one who calls it by that name, everybody calls it that. But that isn't the point. The point is that people do not know how to use their turn signal properly.
In regards to this issue, there are three classifications of drivers. There are those that use it properly, those that don't use it properly, and those that don't use it at all. I have no beef with the first classification, they use their turn signal correctly. They turn it on at the right time and they use it while changing lanes. Obviously, the first classification of drivers isn't a problem. It is the second classification, and especially the third, that I have a problem with.
Within the second classification, there are two distinct categories of drivers. If I have lost you at this point, hit yourself on the head with a tack hammer because you are a retard. Just kidding, but stay with me here. The first category within this classification deals with drivers who turn their signal on way too early. They turn it on at about an hour before they are going to turn. I am exaggerating here, but there is always one question I would love to ask them: Where the hell are you turning? Are you turning into this driveway, the next driveway, the next one? Are you turning onto this block, the next block, the next one? Why don't you do me a favor and turn into a tree or a telephone pole? Not really though, but please please please, for my sake and for your sake, learn how to use your turn signal. The second category deals with drivers who turn their signal on at the very last moment. These drivers don't seem to care that you are behind them, but they still expect you to stop in time. I have had a few close calls myself, and I can imagine the number of close calls that happen in a day. However, this classification of drivers doesn't bother me that much. They are usually good drivers otherwise, and at least they attempt to use their turn signal....
Which brings me to the third classification of drivers, those that don't use their turn signal whatsoever. I also like to call this group the asshole classification, for obvious reasons. These drivers have no idea where their turn signal is located. Instead of using their turn signal, they furiously weave in and out of lanes, cutting people off in the process. True to their classification, their turn signal is nowhere to be found, even when turning. I could be wrong, but I think the turn signal was put into your car for you to use it. Furthermore, these drivers never call their mothers. That by itself is a disgrace. I have no idea what their problem is. Maybe they have some sort of turn-signal-phobia? Maybe they think that their car is going to explode if they turn on their signal. Maybe they have epilepsy and are afraid that the blinking light will give them a seizure. Whatever their case may be, they need to get over it and use their God damn turn signal.
As I said before, I know I am not perfect. Always use your best judgment while driving. I am not going to tell you when to turn on your turn signal, but the least you can do is use it. Also, try not to turn your signal on at the last second, this is almost as bad as not using it. It is also important to note that "the man" requires me to do at least one public service announcement per month. Next month I'll probably do it on something less important, such as airplane turbulence. Check out this link for the hilarious details: PSA on Airplane Turbulence
In regards to this issue, there are three classifications of drivers. There are those that use it properly, those that don't use it properly, and those that don't use it at all. I have no beef with the first classification, they use their turn signal correctly. They turn it on at the right time and they use it while changing lanes. Obviously, the first classification of drivers isn't a problem. It is the second classification, and especially the third, that I have a problem with.
Within the second classification, there are two distinct categories of drivers. If I have lost you at this point, hit yourself on the head with a tack hammer because you are a retard. Just kidding, but stay with me here. The first category within this classification deals with drivers who turn their signal on way too early. They turn it on at about an hour before they are going to turn. I am exaggerating here, but there is always one question I would love to ask them: Where the hell are you turning? Are you turning into this driveway, the next driveway, the next one? Are you turning onto this block, the next block, the next one? Why don't you do me a favor and turn into a tree or a telephone pole? Not really though, but please please please, for my sake and for your sake, learn how to use your turn signal. The second category deals with drivers who turn their signal on at the very last moment. These drivers don't seem to care that you are behind them, but they still expect you to stop in time. I have had a few close calls myself, and I can imagine the number of close calls that happen in a day. However, this classification of drivers doesn't bother me that much. They are usually good drivers otherwise, and at least they attempt to use their turn signal....
Which brings me to the third classification of drivers, those that don't use their turn signal whatsoever. I also like to call this group the asshole classification, for obvious reasons. These drivers have no idea where their turn signal is located. Instead of using their turn signal, they furiously weave in and out of lanes, cutting people off in the process. True to their classification, their turn signal is nowhere to be found, even when turning. I could be wrong, but I think the turn signal was put into your car for you to use it. Furthermore, these drivers never call their mothers. That by itself is a disgrace. I have no idea what their problem is. Maybe they have some sort of turn-signal-phobia? Maybe they think that their car is going to explode if they turn on their signal. Maybe they have epilepsy and are afraid that the blinking light will give them a seizure. Whatever their case may be, they need to get over it and use their God damn turn signal.
As I said before, I know I am not perfect. Always use your best judgment while driving. I am not going to tell you when to turn on your turn signal, but the least you can do is use it. Also, try not to turn your signal on at the last second, this is almost as bad as not using it. It is also important to note that "the man" requires me to do at least one public service announcement per month. Next month I'll probably do it on something less important, such as airplane turbulence. Check out this link for the hilarious details: PSA on Airplane Turbulence
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