Das Jerk

You know those WWII submarine movies where they get hit and have to surface quickly?
Lights are flashing, horns are going off, whistles wailing, people freaking out.....
"aaaarrrrrooooooooo-GAH! aaaaaaarrrrroooooo-GAH!"

That was how my day started. I got to work and all hell was breaking loose. A system gave a false alarm and everything snowballed from there.
Stupid computers.

I got it taken care of.

I rule.

The world will be around for at least one more day folks.

You're welcome.

Welcome to the machine.

Well, it happened. Blogger forced me to go "new".
What's next?
Blogger Clear?
Diet Blogger with aspartame?
Blogger Zero?

Jerk is one of us now......

FOR SPARTA!!!!!

Anyone else geeked (Greeked?) to see the movie 300?

A million years ago....I was going to be a History major in college. Like mamy people I let others mess with my head and after hearing for the....300th time that that would be a stupid/useless degree, I changed it to my second fave and was a Biology major. As it turned out, I wound up dropping out of school anyway, so it really didn't matter.

300 is based on the Battle of Thermopylae. To History buffs and military buffs it's a very famous battle. The Spartans, the Thebans, and Arcadians (which is kind of a generic term for random Greek folk if I recall) fought against the Persians. The legend is that it was 300 Spartans against a MILLON Persians. Near as anyone can tell from historical "fact" it was probably more like a few thousand versus 300,000 or more. Still damn impressive. The greatly outnumbered Spartans kicked serious ASS and phuctup the Persians like nobody's biz.

It's just a great true story of a few fighting back against overwhelming odds. Yes, the Spartans eventually fell, but not after doing some big damage to the Persian army.

Historically, the Spartans and this battle could very well be what united that part of the world and eventually led to the first democracy.

Blah blah blah......I just like the story because it riles the primitive, old school warrior that exists in all men. It's just a kickass story about some kickass guys who....um....kicked ass on a huge....kickass level.

I just hope the movie is good or I'll want to go all Spartan on somebody and....kick...ass.

For all you wussies, I think Emily Dickenson wrote a poem about the Spartans.

Um.....yeeeeaaaahh....

Man, the MacBook I was bidding for on eBay went from $268.00 to $1465.00 in 28 seconds.

Wow.

Anybody eBay a lot?
I've scored a majority of my way too big jersey collection that way. Other stuff too of course..books, music, shoes (New, not used. Everytime I say shoes people go "EEeeeewwwww!".). I just got a cool camera on there. One thing that I've never understood is when you see something bid up higher thatn you could get it from the store. Now, I know that in some cases this is a person who lives in the Yukon or some crap where you can't just drive down the street to Costco or Hel*Mart(tm), but I dont get ti when say it's something like an iPod. You can order DIRECTLY FROM Apple and get one for $250 (free shipping too)....WHY would you bid one up to $340?

I'd see this with my jersey habit...HOBBY, I meant hobby....
Anyhoo..
There's one main company that makes a bunch of "throwback jerseys" (A new jersey of an old retired player) Mitchell & Ness and they sell them $200-$450. Now ya see WHY I get them on eBay. Well, it's just like the iPod thing. You can order direct or even from a couple online authorized sellers, but you'll see people bidding it up anywhere fomr $50-100 sumthin MORE than you'd have to pay at the store.

The good thing is that you can find the opposite goin on too. "OMG! I can't believe nobody's bidding on this!!! I can't be the only person looking for a B.J and The Bear fondu pot/waffle iron set!!! Look! It's only 35 cents!!!omgomgomgomgomgomg....it's mine..IT'S ALL MIIIIINNNNEEEE! Bwah-hahahahahahahaaaaa!".

Any good eBay stories?

Dear Murphy....

You suck.

Murphy's Law decided to apply itself to my job yesterday.
Bleh.
NO, I won't go into detail.
Bleh works.

My ex-step daughters heart "procedure" went well and she's home now.
She went in earlier than expected, but 3 hrs later she was awake and joking around. They kept an eye on her for about 6hrs afterwards just to make sure there was no chance of a stroke. I guess the risk goes down significantly after the frist few hours.

Stress

ful

day

bleh

:)

Gray skies are gonna clear up
Put on a happy face
Wipe of the clouds and cheer up
Put on a happy face

Take of the gloomy mask of tragedy
It's not your style
You'll look so good that you'll be glad
That you decided to smile

Pick out a pleasant outlook
Stick out that nobel chin
Wipe off that full of doubt look
Snap on a happy grin

Spread sunshine all over the place
And just put on a happy
Put on a happy face

Gray skies are gonna clear up
Put on a happy face
Wipe off the clouds and cheer up
Put on a happy face

Take of the gloomy mask of tragedy
It's not your style
You'll look so good that you'll be glad
That you decided to smile

Pick out a pleasant outlook
Stick out that noble chin
Wipe off that full of doubt look
Snap on a happy grin

Spread sunshine all over the place
And just put on a happy
Put on a happy face

*cough*

Meh.

Good question.

"What tragedy happened in your life that you insist upon punishing yourself with all this mediocrity?" - Jack Donaghy from the show 30 Rock

Dangle the carrot and misc.

Just got a call from my boss.
He mentioned the "promotion" they've brought up a couple times over the last 6mos.
I'm trying to stay positive, but man....the person who held that position retired 7 mos ago. If it were that vital and they were going to fill it, wouldn't they have done it by now?

I arrived at work and saw the Ex-wife sent me an email. She thanked me for trying to keep HER positive about her daughters heart procedure tomorrow.

I found a death metal radio station to stream.
I like the MUSIC part ok?
I wonder how much money that guy makes?
You know, the guy that growls for all these bands.
It's got to be the same guy.
40 bands from Norway and Nils "The Dark Lord of Blackdeathevilshadowyness" Blaurjurnaaargrenschlaaarge "sings" for all of them.

The Long Walk

It's as if years ago I just jumped in my car and started driving.
I just drove.
There was no destination.
I jusst drove.
There was music, and the sun and the road.....
The road....
Sometimes I floored it to see how fast I could get it to go....just to feel the speed, the wind, the excitement.
Other times I simply cruised.
Occasionally I pulled over and talk with people.
I didn't care who they were, where they came from or where they were going.
I just enjoyed the company for awhile and then drove off again.
Still no destination.
I just drove to drive.
I just drove to drive.
Then, one day.....

I ran out of gas.

I ran out of gas and found myself in the middle of nowhere.
In the middle of the night.
No one around for miles.
Nothing as far as the eyes could see......

And then I looked up.
I looked up and I saw a million stars.
A million million stars.
I saw them and I fell to my knees.....awestruck by the beauty and sheer fucking VASTNESS of it.
I fell to my knees and started to cry.
I started to cry because I saw that there was so much more..SO much more to it all than the road.
So much more than just driving.
Going.
Moving with no direction.
There's so much more and I don't know how to get to it.
So I just start walking.
I just start walking.
I walk but the stars don't get any closer.
They don't get ANY closer.
I get tired.
I get SO tired.
So fucking tired.
So I flop down and I sit and I cry again.
I cry again.
I cry and then, when I'm tired of crying....I look up again.
I look up and the stars are still there.
SO many.
So many.

So.....

I get up.
I get up and then I hear them.
Others.
I hear others out in the dark.
I hear them, and they are crying too.
I can't see them, but they're out there.
They're out there.
I hear them and I see that I have two choices...
I can keep walking....
Or..
I can lay here and cry with them.
I'm tempted.
I'm SO tempted.
The walk.....the stars...they don't get any closer.
They don't get ANY closer.
I am so tempted to just lay down again.
I want to.....
but I hear them.
I hear them and they sound so sad.
SO miserable.
Fuck, I hear them.......

So I start to walk.
I just keep walking.
It's like driving, and yet not.
The drive was nothing.
For nothing.
To nothing.
Nothing.
But the walk....
the walk....
The walk seems like I might get there.
I might get THERE even though I don't know where or what THERE is.
So I just keep walking....

I keep walking and I'm so tired.
Fuck I'm so tired.
...and the stars don't get any closer.
They don't get any closer.
They don't get ANY closer.
They don't get any closer...but when I pause....
I hear THEM again.
I hear them and i remember how it feels to lay there.
To just lay there...
I can't.
I can't.
The stars won't come to me if I lay there.
I might not get to them by walking either, but they won't come to ME.
Laying there....is worse than the drive.
looking back I see that the drive took me away from things.

So I just keep walking.
I keep walking.
I keep walking, but the stars don't get any closer.
The stars don't get any closer.

They don't get any closer.

I just keep walking......