JOB Psychology 101

Deep Thoughts

2009-10-11T22:39:00.004-05:00

I normally start my day visiting CNN.com and viewing crazy shit that's going on in the world. CNN does a great job of turning shit that shouldn't be news into front page mess, like some kid breaking the the Guitar Hero World Record, or how friends of Jon Gosselin say that he's a different man since he separated from his wife. Neither one of these stories are fabricated, and both of these stories were on the front page of CNN.com. Guitar Hero World record smashes have been on there more than once, and Christian Audigier, who designs Ed Hardy clothing, actually said that Jon Gosselin is a different person from when he was married... and that mind blowing megaton news was on the front friggin' page of CNN.com. There must've been a serious lack of global news that day. Today, I saw this news story. http://www.cnn.com/2009/TECH/space/10/11/space.clown.lands/index.html It is about the Canadian Billionaire founder of Cirque du Soleil, Guy Laliberte and his 35 Million dollar trip into space on a Russian Space Wessel. Now I'm not one to judge a man on his decadent splurges, but I do have an issue as to his explanation into why he went into space in the first place. I wouldn't have a problem if he had stated that ever since he was a small child, his dream was to become a Astro/Cosmonaut/Test Monkey from China, and blast off into space to view the beautiful planet that we call home from afar. Every kid had that dream, and I think every kid deserves to fulfill his or her childhood wishes should the opportunity arise. Instead, he said he did it to raise awareness for the need of safe drinking water worldwide, and to further extinguish worldwide poverty through his One Drop Foundation. Really? That's like me going out and buying a Ducati in the hopes that people check themselves monthly for butt cancer. I don't know about you... but I'm sure 35 million dollars can buy some sort of adequate water filtration/purification equipment. Fuck... a gallon of bottled water is 99 cents.... the cheap generic shit that's really tap water is even cheaper. That's 35 million gallons or more of clean water right there, Vato. Fuck... If you give me 35 million dollars, I'd run a hose from my backyard all the way to wherever the hell you want me to and just let it pump until the moneys gone. But I'm not a billionaire circus founding clown... and I don't have my own charitable foundation. But if I were, and if I did... I'm pretty sure I'd know that a 35 million dollar trip to space isn't going to generate 35 million dollars in donations, and I sure as hell won't try to use a charitable foundation's good name and reputation to hide the fact that I'm wasting a shit ton of money in a time where the entire world is going through troubled financial, social and political times on the Russian Space Program to put my dumb ass into space. But hey, can you really blame a circus clown?

How YOU doin'?

2007-01-30T12:35:00.000-06:00

Dear Diary, I've missed you, girlfriend. Long time no see. Let's clear up some cobwebs, shall we? Things that have happened to me recently. 1) Got Promoted. 2) Probably gonna quit, cause this "promotion" was a joke. 3) Set up Xbox Live. 4) Beat Gears of War on casual, gonna get into hardcore soon enough. 5) Trying to beat Rainbow Six: Vegas... shit is mad excellence. 6) Brad the quarterback dumped me, and went with that sleazeball Jenny to the Prom. 7) Ate a tub of Rocky Road and cried myself to sleep. And that pretty much sums up the awesomeness that is my life thus far. Things I have planned for the future. 1) Create a giant Erawan tattoo for my back. Lao Town represent!!! 2) Look for a new job 3) Beat an assload of games and rack up those achievement points. 4) Trade in the EVO for a sensible car, and maybe get a boat. 5) Sell the house, cash in on the equity and move out west. 6) Make babies. 7) Seek cold hearted revenge on Brad and Jenny... reminder to self... make sure to Google Airborne Syphilis Delivery later.

Hey Bitches!!!

2007-01-27T22:33:00.000-06:00

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Holy Crap!!!

2006-09-25T20:22:00.000-05:00

Happy Two Year Anniversary Blog!!! Has it been that long??? WTF?!?!!

On the lighter side of things...

2006-09-25T19:47:00.000-05:00

Man, I'm done posting about sad shit. I'm naturally a happy dude. I've just had a spot of bad karma to balance out all the good karma that I've been stocking up on in the past. When I'm down... I turn to an ancient Japanese proverb which always helps me out. It's so easy. Happy go lucky. We are the world. We did. Hyu Hyu Hyu Hyu. Osu Osu Osu Osu. Yatta Yatta Yatta Yatta!!!

ROBOT MAN

2006-09-22T16:55:00.000-05:00

The motto of the freaking universe. Get kicked down, keep getting back up. Get kicked down, keep getting back up. Life spits in your spinach and gives you e-coli... you keep trucking for all it's worth, cause somewhere there's a silver lining on some cloud that's just far enough that you can't see it, but you know it's there somewhere. Or do you know??? You keep reading about some kind of silver lining, people keep telling you about it, I think they send out a monthly newsletter reminding people that the silver lining is still out there, waiting to be found... so there must be one, right??? Philosophically speaking... if you believe, then it must exist. So what if you don't believe??? Who knows??? I don't. Life is a pain in the ass. You just take it, just like you take a multivitamin every morning. The one that tastes like the Aerosol Canned Air that you use to pressure dust your keyboard from all that finger funk and stray hot dog bun crumbs, the one that smells like wet cardboard and the rope that the dirty monkeys swing on at the local zoo. You move that huge lump of think cotton outta the way, grab a half inch pill and you choke it down, unknowing of what effects it has on you and your body. You hope that it does all the miraculous things that people tell you it does. Just because you think it might do you some good to keep doing it. You just do it. Hoping for that silver lining. Does it work??? Who knows??? I don't. I just do it. Good old reliable Pawn. Doing what other people tell him to. Jump like a monkey!!! How High??? Eat Poop!!! The green pile or the red pool... wait, I'm allergic to corn, and that looks only half digested. Just kidding, I love corn.... *crunch*chew*swallow* YUM!!! I'm tired of this monotony. We'll see what cards get shuffled to me in the next round.

Rest In Peace Steve Irwin

2006-09-05T10:14:00.000-05:00

When celebrities die, I usually don't give a rats ass unless they touched me emotionally, or sexually in some way. So when I heard that The Croc hunter died, I was freaking devastated. That dude was so passionate about what he did, about what he loved and what he believed in. As a kid, I would watch nature shows until my eyes bled. I was quite a bit older when first watched the Croc hunter, but God damn... I was blown away. I thought this guy was freaking nuts!!! But he was freaking awesome as hell. I never saw anyone do what he did... sure, it was insane... but most of the time, it was for the safety and well being of the animal, as well as the people around him. He put his life on the line for conservation, and he risked his life to teach us things about animals that no other wildlife show would dare do. He opened the door for other nature shows in the same vein, and basically brought The Discovery Channel back to life and made it interesting again. He wasn't just "another celebrity" that no one should care about if he died or not. He was the freaking man. He was awesome. Sure he was monkey nuts, but he was monkey nuts for what he loved. He died creating a show for children. Unlike other celebrities, OD'ed on a hotel toilet.. yet celebrated for decades and soon to be milenniums. He died trying to teach you and your kids awesome stuff, and to get them to love nature and conservation and animals and everything awesome on God's green earth. I respect that shit like a motherfucker. Rest in peace Steve Irwin. You were the freaking man.

JOBBERNAUT SMASH!!!

2006-09-01T21:55:00.000-05:00

Hmmmm... what to say, what to say. Summer's almost over, and you all know what that means, school and foosball, halloween and turkeys, leaves turning brown and apple pies cooling on window sills, rock fights and herpes outbreaks. Your basic "yearly things that always happens around this time of year". It's planned out like clockwork by chinese astronomists, on huge copper astral maps, and telescopes made out of human bone, forcefully taken from fallen enemy hordes. Anyhoo... updates, updates. Hmmm... I've lost ten pounds overall. I've lost a lot of fat, and replaced with muscle, so I've slimmed down a little... but the war has just started, and operation Bust A Gut is in phase two. I've memorized all of the Hiragana and Katakana charts, and have actually started reading shit that is written in katakana. Most stuff that is written in katakana is basically "borrowed" words from English anyways, so it's basically like I'm reading English anyways, but with different alpabets. I've got a long ways to go... but I'll keep chipping at it like a chumpy champ. Hmmmm... what else??? Oh, school starts next week. I'm working full time, forty plus hours per week, and then attempting to take twelve credits at school as well. I'm taking Astronomy, Philosophy, Business, and Computer Programming. A whole slew of craziness that fits together like ice balls and Mitsubishi Galant special editions with leather interior. Hopefully, I'm not writing about how I want to kill myself on the next update. Maybe next time, I'll have pics or something. Leave a comment.

Progress Report!!!

2006-08-15T11:12:00.000-05:00

Dude, life is nuts. Leave it to the powers above to fuck shit up, when life finally starts working out. Long story short. Had a CPA do my taxes in 2004, fast forward to 2006, and I get a letter in the mail, saying that she royally screwed some stuff up, and I owe the IRS nearly 2500 bucks. The best part... it's due in September... not even a full month away. I go in tomorrow to set things straight, and try and work some shit out. I hear if H&R Block messes up, they take the hit. We'll see if this chick is up to task, if not, it's off to the Better Business Bureau, cause that's a lot of money to be dropping on such short notice. And to everyone that's thinking.... why didn't you look it over??? Dude, when you pay someone to do it, you shouldn't hafta look it over. If I knew what I was looking for, I would've done it myself. And if everyone knew what they were doing, then there would be absolutely no need for CPA's in this world. Anyways, onto the progress report. I've put learning Chinese on hold for a minute so that I can focus on Japanese, and also on classes which start very soon. I've spent about three hours late last night learning the Katakana chart, and I've pretty much committed it to memory. Every character, every stroke, (in pen form), and every pronunciation is stuffed inside my noggin, waiting to be put to use some day. At first, I thought it would be impossible to remember all of them, but for some reason, my memory was working overtime, and I just started remembering everything. Now I just hafta keep jotting them down occassionally during the day so that it['s completely ingrained in my memory banks. Now, I need to learn Hiragana, which is the exact same chart as Katakana, but with different characters. Why the Japanese need two character sets for the same pronunciations is beyond me... but who am I to question??? I guess one is for Japanese derived words, and the other for foreign derived words. Either way, they're making it much harder than it really needs to be. Also... School Rumble is the shit. I've learned that when trying to learn Japanese, girly romance comedies are awesome because they have a lot of quirky inside jokes, not everyone speaks in the super humble way that most study guides and books try and teach you, and it's easier to try and predict what is gonna be said than in an action anime. Also, most of the time, rather, more often than in a boy's action cartoon, I can see people talking like they do in a girly romance anime in real life... their interactions with friends and such, being stupid, thinking to themselves, and cracking jokes. Sure, I can learn Japanese from a boy's action anime... but when will I go running down the street, screaming... "POWERFURRO SUPAH BEAM ATTACK PUUUUNCHHHHUUU!!!!" And thinking to myself, "the world is in ruins, I must use my esper to defeat the evil that has engulfed the world of Spicer, and rebuild our homeland... this evil must be defeated"... or "I must look into the heart of darkness to find the strength to level up and destroy the false king of Zabaru". Not very often. Anyhoo... leave a comment.

Ikkaga Desu Ka, Jobbu San

2006-08-01T11:08:00.000-05:00

Hai, Okage sama de. Well, the heat wave continues. The humidity increases. And from what I can tell, there is no end to the amount of perspiration that can seep out of a human's pores. You'd think that you'd just dry up, and stop sweating, but I guess it doesn't work that way. Sucks to be my deoderant I guess. It's insanity, I tell you... insanity. Anyhoo... updates. I've gotten sick of being a lazy fatass, so I went out and bought a treadmill. Been running or walking every day with it, but without air conditioning upstairs, it's absolutely dreadful to do so. I have been losing some of the massive spare tire that has accumulated around my waist, but it'll be awhile before I get back to my prime state. Cops still harrass me for absolutely no reason whatsoever. No one get's a "failure to display front plate" tickets in Milwaukee. Yet, good old Jobbu-san has managed to acquire two in less than a month, by the same God damned cop. I hope he burns in hell, that no good, stalking cootch of a poo. Starting in September, I've decided to up the ante at school and rock a 12 credit semester. I've finally removed myself from final probabtion, only to probably end up right back on that sumumabitch if things end up crashing and burning and I can't handle all the stress. Rocking 40+ hours at work per week, combined with 12 credits at school, no days off, and trying to fit homework and linguistics studies in there is gonna be a bitch and a half. But someone's gotta do it... mainly me, cause if someone else does it, I don't get the credits. I think it's time to trade in the EVO. Gas prices are kicking my ass, and if I hafta be at school and work 7 days a week, gas prices are gonna send me to the poor house. If only I could get a moto-scooter, or a hoveround or something. That'd be the perfect solution. Tekken: Dark Ressurection is the Dog's Bollocks. That game is near perfect, minus the PSP's horrible directional pad. In my humble opinion, the PSP's directional pad is the worst directional pad ever concieved. The diagonals are never where they were two seconds ago, they move around like a baby taking cherry cough medicine. Sony needs to remake the PSP, much like Nintendo remade the DS. Give it a normal directional pad, not this abomination of a moving d-pad. Makes me want to choke a bitch.

Blog A Log

2006-07-31T23:14:00.000-05:00

The date... July thirty first, two thousand and six. Twenty six years and some odd months from the day that evil was accidentally unleashed unto this earth. Pandora's Box was foolishly opened in a hollowed out jungle by a foolish young couple, on a dirty thatch mat, on a ragged, uneven dirt floor, with dried grass and leaves scattered about as rats and other parasites foraged through yesterday's now rotton substinance. The rancid stench of birth in the air is only intensified in the overwhelming humidity that tries so lovingly to suffocate your lungs. Breathe it in friends... that's the smell of life... and tuberculosis. But more importantly life. So when you're done visualizing the silver lining in an otherwise dire situation... go get that tuberculosis test shot, the one that makes your arm look like someone shot you with a BB gun. Real close like. Maybe two feet away. Approximately 61 centimeters for you readers in outer space and foreign countries. Close enough to be considered point blank, unless you're an ass who's a stickler for details. In that case, you're probably groaning cause I'm rambling. But if it weren't for rambling, I'd have nothing to write. The story continues next time, as for now, we once again venture into the psyche of the animal known as the Jobbernaut. Let's visit another nugget in my head. Ready??? "Hmmm...", thought the farmer. "Could life get any worse???" His best cow lay there, near death, underneath the old apple tree, or rather what was left of it. Years of drought had left the tree unable to produce anything that would resemble fruit for many years now. What remained were a few ragged and twisted branches... just enough to provide a small confort of shade for an old dying bovine. The time hadn't even reached 8:30, yet the temperature had risen to an already uncomfortable 94 degrees. Today will be the 4255th day in a row that the farm has seen such high heat and unbearable humidity. "Hoh hoh hoh hoh", the old farmer laughs to himself as though cracked in the head. His lungs struggle as he breathes in the heavy air. Year after year, he watches powerlessly, as his whole life spirals away from him, everything he knows taken away from the God forsaken hellish heat. Every day he wishes for death, only for death to ignore him and grant heavenly release for everything but him. And I'll finish that later... if I want to. Hahahahaha. I'm stoopid.

... and now for a weekend update

2006-07-21T00:15:00.000-05:00

Hello again everyone... all none thousand of you. Here I am to update myself to the none of you that read this. Me trying to learn Japanese is going pretty well, although without anyone to practice with, it gets kinda boring and such. I guess I'd rather have another set of ears because in my head, I think that my pronunciation is spot on perfect, but it would be mighty fine to have someone listen to me and then to further correct my dumb ass. Just in case I am offending someone's family and/or The Shaolin Temple. In either case, Bruce Lee would come and kick my sorry ass, and I wouldn't want to interupt his intense Mah Jong game with Tupac, Biggie and Steve McQueen to in order to do so. Anyways, learning one language is kinda dull in my humble opinion, so I decided that I'm gonna go ahead and try to also learn Mandarin Chinese and Korean on top of the Japanese lessons that I have tasked myself to accomplish. Ni Hoi Shwo Poh Tong Hwo Ma??? Hai, watashi wa skoshi hanasemas.... demo mada jyozu ja arimasen. Anata wa nihongo ga wakarimaska??? Hwo Hwoi shwo yee thyar. I guess that's a romanized conversation between a chinese dude, speaking the "common language" and a japanese cat, wondering if either of them speak the other one's language, and they both can speak it... but only a little bit. So far, I've been able to learn a little bit faster having to try and learn multiple languages at the same time. The harder my brain works to keep things seperate, the easier it is for me to retain stuff. Why this method didn't work for me in college is beyond me... maybe it was because I wasn't interested.

X Men 3: Spoiler Edition

2006-05-30T10:41:00.000-05:00

If you don't like spoilers, then turn away. Ok... X Men 3. Horrible. Blasphemous. Ridiculous. They single handedly made sure that there would never be any more X Men movies without some major renigging on the part of the writers. Sure, for those who believe that no bodies = not really dead. Whatever... how about not killing off key characters and staying somewhat true to the storyline, and then not having to have characters magically come back from the dead, like with Prof. X? My first gripe? No, it's not that they used Kelsey Grammer as Beast... he actually pulled it off quite well. It was that Cyclops was "killed" off in the first ten minutes of the movie. Then on top of that, they decided to base the movie on the Dark Phoenix Saga. Without Cyclops, there is no Dark Phoenix Saga... Logan is not Jean Grey's love interest, and he should not be "her one and only saviour". That was just ludicrous. They should have just called it... The Wolverine Fan Boy Service Movie, for people that think the X Universe should revolve around only Wolverine. Weak. Horrible movie... horrible.

I wanna be Multi-lingual up in this bitch.

2006-04-05T18:27:00.000-05:00

Actually, I'm already multilingual. I speak English and my native tongue is Laotian. Yes, Laotian. Like Kahn from King of the Hill... except I don't sound like a vietnamese immigrant like Kahn does, although he's supposed to be from Laos. In fact, I have no accent at all, 'cept for my midwestern accent that I don't notice, but southerners do. I've been trying to become more fluent in my native tongue, but there aren't many people that I can practice with. I don't see the parents all too often, and a lot of the second generation cats I know don't like to speak Laotian with me cause I suck ass at it, and they laugh at me. It hurts me deep inside that I can't break into their inner most circle of hardcore asian-ness. It makes me cry. Although you can't see it now... a tear drop falls from my left eye, and I tip a forty to my dead ass Laotian language skills. Tis alright though, I'll forever be laotian, and I will never give up the challenge of becoming more fluent and finally being able to carry on an intellegent convo in my native tongue. Until Pimsleur comes out with a rocking ass 90 lesson course on how mack hoes in Laotian, I'll keep trucking with my day to day lessons. I am however learning other languages. At the moment, I'm trying to learn how to speak Japanese. It's surprisingly much simpler to rock out than I previously thought. Mind you, it's still gonna be a good minute and a half before I'm skipping to the Japanese grocery store and ordering a hooked up bowl of ramen noodles, with all sorts of sexy goodness from the ocean, but I'm trucking along and retaining as much as my little head can allow it to. If anyone can coach me on my skills, drop a comment. Hopefully a hot japanese chick... in a ninja suit... and a bento.

Miltown Business Idea

2006-03-20T23:02:00.000-06:00

So I've decided on a way to use my creativity, and make money whilst doing what I like. It involves drawing, and reading, and all sotts of functions that my brain shut off years ago. Still hammering out the fine details, but I have many contacts that can hook me up... so wish me luck. Right now, I'm on spring break at school... that junk is easy anyways. I could doast through school... it's a snap. Anyhoo, I need to get to bed... need to rise early and head down to Naperville for a sales meeting. Yawn... so boring.

The "I Be Bored As Hell" Edition

2006-03-11T23:48:00.000-06:00

So I've been thinking... I need a hobby. Knitting, darning, dog training, potato sculpting, competitive eating... all are prime examples of great pasttimes that people have adopted into their lives to make them more enjoyable, but most importantly, more complete. Yes, I've tried to get into things like jigsaw puzzles, rubik's cubes, crossword puzzles, coloring books, automassage techniques, Mr. and Mrs. Potato Head, and etc... But these things are fun for only a day or two. I'm a competitive spirit by nature, and when I have to pass time alone, that's just rubbish. I spit on non competitive Mr. Potato Head building. I renounce the automotonic actions of scanning through hundreds of jigsaw pieces to find purple flowers of the same hue that will complete my corner piece of this wonderfully painted Bob Ross painting. Yeah, that's right... piss on that... friend. I've gotten bored with a lot of things that I've enjoyed as a youth. Video games no longer appeal to me. Long ago, I could literally spend days fixated on the pixel filled television screen, trying to kill that millionth enemy, and to gain that extra experience point to fulfill that all encompassing 99th level of ultimate badassitude. If I couldn't beat a game 100 percent, I didn't consider the game beaten at all. I could spend 100 hours on a game that should take 20 hours to beat. Nowadays, I get bored 30 minutes into a game that should only take 2 hours to beat. It's like my attention span is decreasing every minute. Nothing interests me anymore. It's like life is getting duller and duller. Like a fine chef's blade, when new, you must mind the edge at all times. You're absolutely on point as to what's going on. With every cut, you pay full attention to how each slice is made, knowing full well what could happen if you slip up, I mean, you wouldn't want to lose a finger, would you??? But as time passes, and if you don't keep the blade and your focus sharpened, then your awareness of the blades edge lessens as the danger it poses to you decreases. And when you lose focus... you start getting all sloppy and shit. You stop washing your underoos, flipping them inside out and junk, so your ass don't itch. And when your asshole starts itching, it means that you didn't wipe all too well, compadre-san. You might wanna go back in and have a second or maybe even a third round at that, cause something ain't right. The "Something's Not Right Sensor" is going haywire, Batman... and this all looks like the doings of the evil villain, Skid Mark, and his henchmen the Dingle Berries. To the Bat Cave!!! Anyhoo, my point is this... I get very bored, and when I get very bored, my mind runs on tangents that are sometimes very untangible and indecipherable, and I write them here on my blogger log of life. Post a Comment on what you think.

March Something or Other Edition.

2006-03-10T11:21:00.000-06:00

Hey look everyone... I'm a digital lumberjack, 'cause I'm bloggin'. If I were a digital interweb singer in the 80's, I'd be Kenny Bloggins. Or rather, if I were a digital Hobbit, I'd be Bilbo Bloggins... no relation... Or IS THERE??? Yeap, time for an update... I've been steadily trucking through school like a damn dog. Gas prices are fluctuating like the weather, and driving the EVO around town has become more of a test in conservation than a blast and a fun time. Still, rocking onto the highway at blistering speeds is still really fun... even if you can actually see the fuel meter physically going down as your flooring it in second gear. I mean, that could be a good thing for some people... I guess that can be a bragging point. Anyhoo, all this work and school has really been draining my brain. It's not that I'm not getting smarter by going to school, it's just that all the monotony of school, work school, work, school, work, etc... is really draining on my creativity time. I spend less time doodling and drawing, or thinking of stories to write, it's like part of my brain is shutting itself down. Not that I actually put any of my talent into anything useful, or try and put any of my great ideas on paper, and actually get trucking on it. I just like thinking about it and trying to play it out in my mind. Hey... I'm a procrastinator. Maybe I'm just complaining that I don't have enough time to daydream and procrastinate anymore. Yeah, that could be it... I guess I'll just hafta dedicate a day to pondering that.

What's New in the Brew???

2006-01-20T17:40:00.000-06:00

It's on baby. Like underwear on balls. The one month update like a mofo. I'm surprised this website doesn't delete my little cubby hole of excitement and excrement for lack of interest or information. But it's all good. I'm glad they didn't, cause then the world would be less awesome, And the internet would suck ass. Like that one porn site I came across the other day. And you can take the meaning of "sucking ass" in reference to the porn site as you please. Both definitions would be correct, and the third definition that you may have possibly came up with, that I missed, could be vaguely categorized as correct by nine out of ten English literary Scholars. So in that case, you get a B+, and you pass your English portfolio. Have a beer on me. So what's on JOBNUMBER's skull today??? Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney for the Nintendo DS. This game kicks all sorts of ass. Sure, it requires a lot of reading, but hey, if you're reading this, then you're two steps ahead of the Middle Age Eastern European immigrant that sells authentic Russian coconuts down on the east side from a converted moped. Basically you're a rookie lawyer, whose first assignment is defending your buddy in a murder trial. You're supervised by a busty co-worker in a low top that likes your style. Awesome!!! Ok, so the story is about as complex as a porno movie... but it's actually pretty smart, and pretty intense, even though it's impossible to lose in the game. I recommend it... go and get it.

BLOG!!!

2005-12-01T17:49:00.000-06:00

Thanksgiving is done... and Christmas is right around the corner. Whoopie DOO!!! You know what that means??? 24 shopping days left to spend copious amounts of cash on excellent gifts for your friends and family, only to get sweaters, socks, and dumb shit in return. As they say... "It's the most woderful time... of the year." Fun times.... fun times, indeed. Really, I don't have much to talk about. Just been chillin out, maxin', relaxin', all cool. I was shooting some b-ball outside of the school. You know typical JOBNUMBER day. But then a couple of guys who were up to no good, straight up, no shit, they came and started up some trouble in the neighborhood. Updates on that fiasco on the next edition... if you can't wait, you can always turn on Nick at Nite and check reruns of The Fresh Prince of Bel Air. It mirrors my real life, word for word.

Blogger Log... 7 Month Hiatus Edition... Will My Fans Rejoice???

2005-11-28T22:56:00.000-06:00

Bam Fah Sheezy Fazaam!!! Man, seven months, no updates, no nothing... it is as though I forgot how to type. My skills have been going to waste. There are no brain enhancing skills required to browse internet porn, and performing hand relief. Just Kidding, Just Kidding. Hand relief is not considered a performance unless you do it in front of an audience. Anyways... Mad props to my boy Miltownkid, for an outstanding performance in Thailand, gaining two gold medals in the lethal martial art known as kicking ass. May your future career in kicking ass continue with a whirlwind of success in kicking ass. Kick Ass!!! School is almost at an end, and classes can't possibly be any more boring. (Is that the correct use of grammer?) (See, I'm doing so bad, I can't remember how to use the English language) (And I'm pretty sure all these parenthesis are a violation of some sort of conventional English language usage rules) . <---- (Is that period supposed to be there??? I really didn't have a valid sentence in there.) (Did I just use three question marks???) (Again???) Whatever. Wish me luck, next edition, hopefully I can rant and/or rave against something.

Kicked School's Ass

2005-05-20T09:26:00.000-05:00

Yo, Long time no blog. Kicked school's ass Bought a house. -End

Blogger Log: Keep on Truckin' Edition

2005-03-11T11:23:00.000-06:00

Man, my titles have been getting wierder and wierder, and in turn they make less and less sense.... just like I like the ingredients in my medicine.... totally random. The year is going by fast as all hell. March is upon us, and it's supposed to be getting warmer, but... we live in Wisconsin, the weather here is unpredictable, and Punksatawny Phil was not kind in his ability to ignore his damn shadow. Damn you Punksatawny Phil's shadow... Damn you to hell. Anyhoo, school is going on well. Homework is kicking my ass, not because it's hard, but because I have no time to devote to studying. In turn, my English papers have been on the downhill. Since there is no time, I have been forced to bullcrap and make stuff up along the way. The papers I have been writing, lack the emotion and sometimes intellegence even, that I tried hard to infuse at the start of the semester. They end up soundling like I'm just rattling off statistics and theories for three and a half pages , with no idea of what point I'm trying to make. Meh, whatever... spring break is fast approaching and I can't wait until I am able to sleep in for a change. Anyhoo, today, my car is supposedly going to finished up at the body shop, and I will have my baby back. Further, I hope that the weather gets nicer soon, so I can finally go and get that last motor mount inserted onto my car... having a half assed job done irks me... unless it is in regards to my most recent English papers that is. Whatever. It's all good. You gotta have a positive outlook on life, no matter how dismal it may seem... and hopefully, you don't snap, crackle and pop and go monkey nuts on everyone.

Blogger Log of Pornographic Web Cam Proportions... meaning it's lame and overrated

2005-03-07T23:07:00.000-06:00

March 7th, 2005 Man, a back to back Blogger Log posting. A pretty rare occurance in these part of the woods, and these parts being the Blogger Log Woods, so enjoy it while you can. I feel like typing and thinking and stuff... uhh, yeah. Anyhoo, school's been busting my chops. Math has been freaking easy as all hell, and passing with at least a B should be no problem at all. I could get an A, if I studied more, but coasting with a B without doing any studying at all is pretty good enough for me. C's get you degrees, baby. The only class that has been bugging me is English. It's not that English is hard, hell, I love writing. I could bullshit a twelve page research assignment and have it done before the class was over. The thing that irks me, is all these weak ass tedious assignments "The Teach" is giving us. Do I really need to rewrite the same essay over and over again, until my brain is fried. And is it possible to rewrite a paper using someone else's point of view??? It's my point of view I wrote about... how is it sanely possible to write a credible report, in the guise of some imaginary friend that I'm supposed to have moral and theoretical battles with??? Meh, whatever. Anyhoo... these English papers are getting me worked up. All these research papers written by scholars and doctors in response to the rise in delinquency due to violent content in video games. Why is it that every person that chooses to write about video game violence, regardless of how recent the study is, have to include the original Doom and Mortal Kombat games into their arguments??? Do they not know that these games are older than dirt??? Do they really think that children are still playing these weak ass games??? And to be influenced by the stupidity that is Mortal Kombat??? C'mon now, that's just ludicrous. And now there's the Grand Theft Auto series. Yes, mayhem, destruction, and all sorts of good shit wrapped into one neat little package and stamped with a seal of approval by JOBNUMBER himself. JOBNUMBER... the smoking monkey up there, who longs to be a pirate. Okay... there's a warning on the box, Mature. Not suitable for children. How these games get into the hands of children... don't know. Could be the stores neglecting to follow general rules set forth by the video game industry, could be the fact that the rules set forth are so lenient that stores don't care about the outcome, could be many things. But is it really the video game industries fault??? Is it the mega-supermarket-global-axis of doom that is to blame??? Why are lawmakers and activists so quick to blame everyone but the parents??? Who puts the money into the children's hands??? Who buys them the games??? Many studies show that video games are becoming such an integral part of a child's life, that children are spending over 5-6 hours a day in front of the TV, playing video games. Hell, I've played games with my friends from morning, noon, night, and until morning again. Hell, video games have a hypnotising effect, I ain't gonna lie... that shit has me hooked. But is it the video game industry's fault that they are producing a top notch product, and that that shit is fucking banging??? Or is it the parent's fault that they allow their children to be completely absorbed into a video game, unsupervised, because the children are content and out of their way??? Is it the industry's fault that these "violent" video games are raising children, something that it has never meant to do, and parent's are not??? I don't know... people in the US are always looking for someone else to blame. I'm not fat because I choose not to exercise, I'm fat because your delicious fatty burgers are cheap, abundant, and easy to find, it's your fault. I'm not broke because I never wanted to do the right thing by investing in a 401k, I'm broke because the government doesn't know how to save the social security money that I've been putting into all these years, It's not my fault, it's your fault. Meh... leave a comment.

Blogger Log... Tekken 5 Review Edition

2005-03-06T11:46:00.000-06:00

You wanna see tough??? I'll show you tough. HEY, HEY, HEY, HEY, HEY!!! Yeah, that's right... The Tekken 5 edition. Finally, a game that has re-established my confidence in the series. The last Tekken game really pissed me off hardcore. For one, they were a couple years behind in the variable stage height feature, in which they copied from Virtua Fighter 3, and that wouldn't have been bad, if the game that they were copying decided to keep that feature, cause it was teh hot sass. But it was not, it was weak... weak like extra spicy chinese food... and Virtua Fighter scrapped it. And then, on top of that, they replaced the hotness that was Tekken 3 "Mishima-Kazama" Jin, with the weakness that is Tekken 4 "Shotokan" Jin. While "Shotokan" Jin was cool and all... he just wasn't the powerhouse that he was in Tekken 3. I'm sure a lot of cats that dig "Shotokan" Jin, are gonna hate on me... but you gotta admit, "Mishima-Kazama" Jin is a fucking monster. And then there's the position changes. I ain't even gonna go any farther than one word... weak. Anyhoo, all minor gripes. But these gripes were enough to have me jump ship and jump on the hotness that is Virtua Fighter 4. Seriously, The VF series has been much more hardcore than any of the Tekken games in my humble opinion... and when Virtua Fighter 4: Evolution came out... it was over, pure perfection. No other fighting game came close. Until Tekken 5 that is. While not better than VF4:Evo, it does come very close. It even copies a feature from VF4:Evo, that made that game so awesome. The ability to fight against a plethora of computer controlled opponents with varying degrees of difficulty, in order to raise the rank of your fighter, win money, and customize your characters appearance. Although, nowhere near as close to how satisfying and cool the "Quest Mode" was in VF4:Evo, the "Arcade Mode" in Tekken 5 is a great way to stretch out the longevity of this great game. And the only reason I say that VF4:Evo's a step above Tekken 5's arcade mode, is that VF4:Evo's computer AI is just plain heartless, they are unrelenting killing machines that will not go easy on anyone.... therefore making a win against the highest ranked computer AI character in the game, a worthy accomplishment. And you only get three chances to win... if you can't beat the guy after three losses, you go on to someone else... and that leaves a mass sodium aftertaste that lingers on for a long time. In Tekken 5, you can continue on until you win, and if you can't win, you can change characters and pummel the crap out of them with some super freak Heihachi or Paul power fists. Paul's Power Fist.... yeah. Anyhoo, for an algebraic breakdown of how I feel... Tekken 5 + Arcade Mode = Hotness Virtua Fighter 4: Evolution + Quest Mode > Tekken 5 + Arcade Mode Quest Mode > Arcade Mode Please solve the inequality, show all work, and calculators are not allowed. (Quiz Points Worth = 10 pts.)

"Too Busy To Blog" Blog Edition

2005-03-01T23:31:00.000-06:00

March 1st, 2005 March Madness. NCAA college basketball tournaments. Meh, I don't know anything about that shit. February has been a ridiculously busy month... and yet, I feel as though nothing has been accomplished. With the passing of my grandfather recently, I haven't been able to get anything done. Also with all the sick ass asian folks at my parents house, helping out and what not, and on top of that, all the nasty little sick asian babies running around, I got sicker than all freaking hell. It's been almost a month now, and I'm still trying to get over this post flu cough. I guess it sucks to be me. Anyhoo, what's new? Naruto has been licensed... so I'm guessing that it will be very soon that it will no longer be available to be downloaded soon. Strike one. On the other hand, I did find another kick ass anime called Bleach, about a 15 year old substitute death god. Excellent shit. I highly recommend this shit right here. Mix it with some OJ... drink it down. You'll feel good. Anyhoo... school. Math, gravy cakes. I can't believe that math is so easy. Much easier if you listen to the teacher and take notes. I knew I was doing something wrong. English... weak. I've had two papers critiqued by the whole class already. I don't know if it's because my papers are good if they suck. Don't know. Anyhoo, I'll be back.

The Fantastic Blogger Log Of Happiness

2005-02-13T18:47:00.000-06:00

February 13th, 2005 T-Minus 4 days until I turn 25. People usually feel bad about turning 25, cause they think that they're getting old. But forget that mess. I'm a Toys R Us kid... I ain't never growing up. I'm gonna keep playing with my video games, and Legos and I'm still gonna ask for an English Bulldog for Christmas from Santa Claus. That's how I roll, baby. I keep it gangsta. Anyways, I finally recieved my first "Go Fast" part for the RSX Type S. A Special Edition Gunmetal finish ClubRSX Injen Cold Air Intake. It took me about 4 hours to put it in, mainly because it was the first one I ever put in myself, and also because it required all sorts of wackiness to get the bitch in there, and I didn't want to mess anything up in the process. Seriously, when you hafta use a drill to break up bracket that's tack welded onto the frame of your car, it's no longer a simple bolt on. Anyhoo, my car performs like a monster now... well, not really, but it is slightly more aggresive. Tomorrow, I'm putting in some polyurethane motor mount inserts. A 28 dollar part that requires about 4-5 hours to install... that should be fun. Anyhoo... Happy Valentine's Day to everyone, leave a comment.

Blogger Log: A Sad Day in the Mil

2005-01-29T16:21:00.000-06:00

January 29th, 2005 Early this morning, my grandfather, Ma Meksyphet, passed away in his sleep. It is a very sad day, but I am very glad to have known that he passed away peacefully in his sleep, and that he is now in a better place, closer to my grandmother San, in eternal rest.

Blogger Log: Heh Heh... I Said Log

2005-01-21T20:28:00.000-06:00

January 21st, 2005 School starts on Monday. Heh heh, this is gonna be fun. I've had a five year hiatus from school and now I go back fresh as a clean pressed pair of Dockers. What do I remember??? Not much. I mainly remember skipping class to go play pool in the pool hall because school was so shitty lame. But those days are over. Having made mistakes when I was younger have made me realize just how dumb I was. When I look back, paying almost 2500 a semester to play pool is just insane. Kids, if you ever have to pay for school, or if someone else is paying for your education, don't take it for granted. I did learn how to play some wicked poolio. But the main point is that I've realized that a college degree is what is needed to take you from making shit for cash to the big bucks. All people care about is that shitty piece of paper that says you succesfully paid for your fucking shitty education. And the longer you're in school the better. Nevermind that you can't tell a stop sign from a homeless person, you have what it takes to lead a team of ten into the untested waters of adulthood, and you get a leg up because you paid for a lifejacket. Nah, I'm not salty that having 6 years of retail and professional business to business sales experience isn't enough for many companies to hire you... but having no experience but having a 4 year dance instruction degree gets a foot in the door. It's all good. Life rocks.

Blogger Log Volume Two Part Two: Chillin' at Home Thinking of Stupid Stuff

2005-01-11T13:16:00.000-06:00

Tuesday, January 11th, 2005 Good afternoon, posting once again wirelessly from my laptop, chilling at home doing nothing. I could put together my bowflex and get a workout, but man am I lazy. I guess that new year's resolution is going to hafta wait another year. It's all good though, I feel good and the world is in harmony. Other than that, all I've been doing as of late, is think about stupid stuff. Like how people don't believe in evolution. That's just wacky. That's just wackiness. Crazy talk. Life revolves around change. A revolution based on evolution. As time goes by, life cannot strive without change. I don't think dinosaurs became extinct because of a cataclysmic holocaust, but because being so unnaturally large, slow, and dumb just doesn't make sense in a world so vicious as theirs. To continue to survive, you have to get smaller, faster, stronger, smarter, and more fierce. People don't understand that it takes generations upon generations for these changes to take effect, but they do. The strong survive, not just in life, but in the genes passed down generation to generation. It is often harder for the weak to procreate and pass their genes on. Look at it this way. Why do you think it's so hard for nerds to get some??? Huh??? Put that in your pipe and smoke it. I mean, when you have children. You mix you and your partner's genes to create a mixture of the parents. You have succesfully evolved the human race. It may not be as drastic as what some people think evolution should be, but it is an evolution. Your child is something new, your child has genes that you don't have, genes you will never ever have. It may not be evolving for the better, and it may not be evolving for the worse, but it is an evolution of your families bloodlines. People think that evolution has to do with growing gills and being able to breathe underwater. Sure, maybe in a few million years, granted that we are still alive, that may be a possibility. And when people tell me that there is no such thing as evolution and that God willed everything to what it is now. Man... that's just crazy talk. Anyhoo, now I'm just snapping. On an unrelated note.... Passions is a crazy ass soap opera. Leave a message.

Blogger Log Volume Two Part One: Wireless Edition

2005-01-10T18:46:00.000-06:00

January 10th, 2005 JOBNUMBER is back... scrapped the PDA... too hard to rock out on the daily for wireless internet service, so I picked up the new Verizon Wireless Broadband service. Cable internet speeds, no wires to fuck around with. I could look up porn at the park if I wanted to.... well, I could before with the PDA... but now everything is... "Bigger". Both onscreen and in my pants. Anyhoo, I'm all settled back in the Miltown... life is good. Bout to start school on the 24th, so my spirits are on high. Got approved for a house loan, so hopefully soon, I'll have a place to call my own, and a place where I can shoot some buckets and play DDR in the nude... not that I don't do that now... but, now I'm not freaking out the old folks. Anyhoo... I'm out. Hook up a comment.

Blogger Log Mobile Edition Year One Volume Two

2004-12-22T09:26:00.000-06:00

Hola and Felis Navidad! Today is December 22nd, and spirits are high. I've been working at Verizon Wireless, my old stomping grounds, for about a month and a half now. I've registered and signed up for classes at UWM, and I start school on January 24th of the swiftly approaching new year. Life is somewhat good. It'd be nice to win the lottery... but one can't be picky when looking at the bright side of things. When you squint real hard, everything looks good. Except maybe when you're reading a book. Anyhoo, I have found a renewed love for Mario Kart Double Dash, and all things Nintendo that has progressive scan. A great thing about Nintendo games... not all of them claim that they are progressive scan... but 99 percent of their GCN games do. One thing that isn't cool... games that claim progressive scan and don't have it. On that note... don't buy GoldenEye Rogue Agent. Do buy Metal Gear Solid 3 Snake Eater... it is seriously one of the greatest games to ever be released in life. Take my word for it... or don't.

Blogger Log: PDA Edition

2004-12-12T22:48:00.000-06:00

Rocking the house on 144k internet on my new Treo 600 PDA phone. Hard to type with this tiny ass keyboard... but it's all good considering I now have free internet porn anywhere I am... nationwizzide. Beeyotch!!! Peace out... my fingers hurt from these tiny ass keys.

Blogger Log Volume One Part Eleven: Awaiting Class Registration

2004-11-25T01:17:00.000-06:00

November 25th, 2004 Update: Still no true internet access at the cribbo, so updates are far and few between. Started work at Verizon Wireless again... yep, same old, same old... if you need a phone, you know where to call. Next month, I'll register for classes. Nice thing about the job is that they pay 8 grand a year, plus book costs if I go back to school. So I might as well take advantage of that shit. To get me hyped up about going to school, I've started to self teach myself to speak Japanese, using a Japanese for Dummies book, an old English to Japanese phrasebook, a Japanese dictionary I found laying around the house, and an assload of Japanese cartoons and songs. Hajime No Ippo is a great show to watch if you want to learn how to speak formally and politely. Is it hard??? Ie, zenzen. Anyhoo, I've been searching around for a house for quite some time now, and that's been taking up a lot of my time. And with work and soon to be full time school coming up, I'm going to have even less time to be able to post here. I'm sure once I have a house, I'll be able to set up cable or something, and posting won't be so hard to do anymore.... but until then... peace outside.

Blogger Log Volume One Part Ten: A Monthlong Journey of Nothingness

2004-11-12T10:15:00.000-06:00

November 12, 2004 It has been nearly a month since I've moved back to Milwaukee. In this time, I've pretty much done nothing. I haven't gone to the gym, like I should, I've only went out running once or twice, not enough to get anything done at all. All I've done so far, is play video games and watched movies all day and into the late late late nights and further into the early mornings. But that'll change soon enough. Starting Monday, I'm back on the saddle and headed back to Verizon Wireless... my old stomping grounds from before I left for St Louis. Cool beans... and then I should be hitting up UWM for classes soon afterwards... which will be refreshing. And the i'm off to look for an apartment or house... don't know which yet. But I'll keep you updated.

Blogger Log Continued: Back Home

2004-11-05T14:22:00.000-06:00

November 5th, 2004 After a long absence in the world of blog, I have made my triumphant return... and that return's name is... Update. Anyhoo... didn't get the job, moved back to Wisconsin, looking for a house, bought a computer and a widescreen flat panel LCD TV, applied and got accepted back to school, will be registering for classes soon, and I start back at Verizon Wireless on November 15th... with a hefty pay increase as well. Sweet. Anyhoo, can't type much, but I'm sure I'll be able to update more since I have internet at the cribbo,,,, albeit slow ass 56k internet, but internet still the same.

Blogger Log Volume One Part Eight: A Title-less Posting

2004-10-10T17:12:00.000-05:00

October 10th, 2004 Here we are... second week of October, the air is starting to get crisper and colder, and my daily cleavage watching hijinks are slowly coming to a close. Man, isn't summer grand??? Aside from that, this week is also the week that I have decided to make a resolution of my own if nothing arises from my interview nearly a month ago. For those who don't know, or don't care to read any of my other Blogger Logs... I had an interview a month ago for this "supposed" boku job, that everyone and their mom wants. To make a long story short... I waited four months just for the interview itself, and now it has been a month since the interview took place, and I'm still waiting. I don't know exactly why I'm still here waiting either. It might be because I'm now kinda interested in how this is gonna pan out. It might also be because I want something to bitch and moan about for the rest of my life. It might even be because I'm a dumbass. See also: Procrastination, Lack of motivation, spite towards the Lord Jeebus, etc, and so on. But after this... enough is enough. You have my word.

Blogger Log Volume One Part Seven: Tomfoolery

2004-10-03T01:26:00.000-05:00

October 3rd, 2004 I still don't have this "post a journal entry every day" thing down pat yet, I just don't have many astonishing feats of life like other people do. My life is one big boring facet of suck, one tiny facet on the larger cut of a flawed gemstone of suckiness and bland tomfoolery. Not many exciting things happen in the suburbs of St Louis. Sure, you have your group of Suburban "thugs" that like to sit on the front steps smoking Marlboro Lights, listening to Nelly and thinking they're hardcore... but the only thing they're rolling up on, is a dirty hospital cot after I get done whooping that ass for looking at me funny. I'm crazy, mah bizzle. [/B Boy Stance] Aside from that, there really isn't much to write about. I'd post about what I'm thinking at the moment... but lately, it's all been about how I'm gonna save enough money to buy that sweet new Mitsubishi Evolution MR. The one with the upgraded turbo and the six speed manual transmission. I drool thinking of that car. Kinda like how Ralphy drools over that bonus Red Ryder BB gun... but instead of shooting my eye out, I'll rack up speeding tickets like no tomorrow. But it's all good.... it's all in the persuit of happiness. Also... Pornography. I think about pornography a lot too. The kind that involves midgets and power tools... the hard to find stuff. Sure the other stuff may work just as well... but being different makes life interesting. (see previous post... Vol 1, Part 6) Anyhoo, it's getting late, I'm not making sense... I'm going to bed. To dream about fast cars and electric powered midgets.

Blogger Log Volume One Part Six: Leaves Are Changing, Are You Up For It???

2004-10-01T21:44:00.000-05:00

October 1st, 2004 It's October already. Man, how time flies. Pretty soon, I'm gonna turn twenty five, I'm gonna start making old man noises when I bend over, I'll fart when I pee, and at that point... staring at high school chicks is gonna feel wrong. Wait... it's been wrong for like five years now... nevermind that last part. Anyhoo, my thought for the day is that time doesn't wait for you. One minute you're "hip" and "fresh", the next minute... some punk kid is laughing at you for saying "hip" and "fresh". But that's just a small portion of what I'm trying to say. Change is a good thing, and don't ever let anyone tell you different. Kudos to the dude that ground up some spices and funky smelling stuff and invented curry. My taste buds salute your ferocious geniousity. And shame on all you cats that are happy with your boiled and salted meats and don't want to try anything out of the ordinary. Curry is the shit, get on the bandwagon. Okay... now I'm making no sense. Back on track. I've witnessed too many friends and family members waste away their lives because they were too afraid to open their eyes to the ever changing environment around us. So many goals and dreams becoming stagnant because of a phobia towards change and the risks involved. The guy that is too afraid to get on the dancefloor, because he thinks he'll look like a jackass, is the one who's making out with his right hand at the end of the night, dreaming of what could have been. Don't let that lonely, lonely, lonely, pathetic guy be you. Be the guy that doesn't care if he has pitstains, raising the roof, while jamming to the Debarge's Rhythm of The Night. Someone is more likely to dance with that guy, than the guy trying to look cool in the corner, ice grilling the DJ for playing bubblegum hip hop all night. Be a chrysalis, emerge from your cocoon. Be someone different, even for just a day. Experience something new. Don't regret one day of your life. Now I'm just rambling, so I'll stop. Post a comment. _____________________Right Here__\/\/\/

Blogger Log Volume One Part Five: Sorry About The Long Wait

2004-09-29T20:21:00.000-05:00

September 29. 2004 Spent the last week and a half in Milwaukee, where unfortunately, I did not have internet access. Apologies goes out to the tens of singular numerical denomonations of fans that have anxiously awaited an update on JOB's mental health and thought patterns. Anyhoo, the situation is still hairy. I still don't know what's going on, my life is still on a crazy spiral that I have no control over. It's like everyone knows what's best for me, but me. I make the wrong decisions no matter what the decision is. Join the army??? Move back ten spaces. Choose full time employment over finishing school and getting a degree. Move back ten more spaces. Eat a Big Mac. Have a heart attack and die... please try again. Shoulda ate your Wheaties instead... Bo Jackson was on the box. I hear that equals extra ambition. 200 percent of the daily requirement. Doh!!! I don't have much to write as of this sitting. My mind has been a blank slate lately. All this stress is really taking a toll on my mental health. Stress and waiting, waiting and stressing out. Stressing out and trying to stay away from as much human contact as possible without locking myself away and flipping out. Goose frabba. Whatever... I got powerball tickets. The jackpots 130 million. C'mon... daddy needs a new life!!! Anyways, I'll keep you guys updated. I'll have more to write in the future.... hopefully.

Blogger Log Volume One Part Four: JOBNUMBER, The Nice

2004-09-13T10:57:00.000-05:00

September 13, 2004 I've decided to post today, without any interesting turn of events in the past 24 hours, without any new thoughts, not even a fresh pair of underwear... yet. Here I am, hair askewed, listening to Jackie Chan's September Storm, getting hype on the New Police Story Movie. It looks pretty hype. Links are posted at http://Forums.Miltownkids.com, my crew's stomping grounds. Go there for the trailer and such, stay for the wierdness and comraderie that come with. As for me, I'm supposed to be at the machine shop welding some stuff together. But as of lately, all I've wanted to do was get back home to the Mil. (Milwaukee for the unknown). Right now, I really don't care if I was getting paid next week or not... I just can't wait to be back in a position where my life isn't hanging in limbo... not knowing where I'll be the next day, the next week, or the next month, wasting my life away for no reward and no recognition. At the very least, if I go back, I'll be able to once again attend classes. Get my life back together and start over again. I think I'd be much happier in that situation. Worry about myself and no one else. Save some money, buy a house, a boat, a bulldog, name him Mr. Shenanagans, (first name Baracus), and hopefully have little JOBNUMBER Jr's running around some day that I can enforce strict JOBNUMBER laws and knowledge upon. I've even toyed around with what I'd name my kids once they've entered the world. Names that I won't mention here, please forgive me, since there are some scandelous cats that might name their kids that first, and then I'll be left salty as a sea dog, whatever the hell that is. But, here I am. Mr. Too nice to say no. It's bad enough that I have been pretty much written out of the company, but here I am, too nice to say that if there's no future left for me here at this company, then I don't want to work anymore. If you can't afford to pay me, then I'd rather go back to Milwaukee, instead of doing tedious tasks to make sure you get your company the head start in the new territory and the glory that you're headed for, while I'm getting paid late and having to hear you moan about not having any money to feed your family. Nope, instead I offer to take the welding business to the Mil, making 15 grand a year... nearly four times less than what I was making before, and working almost twice as hard with no benefits. Mr. JOBNUMBER, so nice that it'd be a shame to let it go to waste, so let's squeeze every ounce we can get out of him. I don't need this... so why am I still here??? If it weren't for the parent company that he's working for, dangling a once in a lifetime chance to take over his old job here in St Louis, I would've been gone long ago. Sometimes, I wonder if the oppurtunity given me isn't just a courtesy given to my boss... so as to save face. Make it look like a genuine opportunity for me, get my hopes up, yet never once in their minds, have the thought of actually giving me the position. You know... just to make it look fine and dandy for the press. Too bad you didn't get it Jobby, better luck next time, at least you gave it your best... too bad it wasn't enough. No cares in the world that this is my life that they're rolling in their hands like a snowball that just won't form properly. I could be optimistic and go in one hundred and twenty percent charged up and ready to go... but for me optimism is dead, it died long ago, haven't paid my respects to the nearly departed... and I don't care to. I don't give a damn if I get the position or not. Hell... I don't even want the position. JOBNUMBER the nice, is so nice in fact, that if I don't take this opportunity, I, in some way or another, feel like I am letting my boss down. Like I would never hear the last of it if I didn't make the most of my rare chance. Hell, I don't even like St Louis. It only garnered my attention because of all the restaurants and shops that litter the streets like crackheads trying to wash your windows. But that's when I had money. The shops don't look too good, now that I'm broke as a joke, needing to sell the socks on my feet to stay afloat, looking like the same crackheads that I talked about ten seconds ago. Friends are free... and all my friends are in the Mil, where I want to be. well, except for the ones in MN and Taiwan. But what can you do, huh??? Keep everything bottled up... cry about it in your blog as though a magic fairy would read it, swoop down and make everything better with a Life-Sized Cure All Band Aid. The real dilemma is not what to do with my career, I could care less about money... but whether or not I should, (or CAN for that matter), let everyone down to make myself happy. Or let myself down to make everyone else happy, which I very well know that JOBNUMBER, The Nice can do... and do so very well. We'll see what happens, I guess.

Blogger Log Volume One Part Three: JOBNUMBER is literate... no, really, I am!!!

2004-09-12T20:16:00.000-05:00

September 12, 2004 For nearly five months, the Harry Potter books have sat in my possession... unopened, unread, unloved. Kinda like Harry Potter himself, I've come to learn. Anyways, since opening the first book yesterday, not long after coming home from the St Louis Chili Cookoff, and just after exiting the bathroom, kinda dissapointed because I had absolutely nothing to read on the can, I've been hooked. Maybe it's because the story is eerily similar to many anime series I've been fond of in the past. The main character kinda sucks at life, but always keeps his head up, Tupac style. He has hidden unlocked powers and talents that are bursting at the seams that he doesn't even know about, yet he's still the underdog that everyone roots for, hoping that his powers come out all Tsunami-like to bust a cap in the ass of evil. His past is as mysterious as it is majestic, and he has an arch nemesis that everyone loves to hate. Mix this up, simmer for a minute, and you have all the ingredients necessary to make a tasty five bean soup of anime goodness. It might also be because it's written at a fourth grade reading level. That could be it. Me not that smart.

Blogger Log Volume One Part Two: Three Wins, One Loss... Mass Sodium Aftertaste

2004-09-10T10:09:00.000-05:00

September 10th, 2004 So yesterday, I decided it would be nice to go to the casino. I've been hooked as of lately to the magical blinking lights and majestic clinks and clanks of the spinning slot machines. I think there hasn't been a day when I haven't been to a casino. It was nearing 1:30 PM, a little early to be heading to the casino... but I was starving. I hadn't eaten all day, so I was getting a little jittery. I figured I could kill two birds with one stone... hit the casino's all you could eat buffet, and then head on over to play some blackjack or something. Too bad they don't have Casino Bookworm. Cause I rock at that game. Rock it hard too. Because of the time, traffic was blinging. I don't mean to be stereotypical or anything... but I don't think St Louisian's have cought on to this thing I like to call driving. Hell, I'm not a fan of defensive driving, but these guys have a blatant disregard for red lights, speed limits, pedestrians, road monkeys, common courtesy and just plain, good, old fashioned common sense. Every hour, I see more than ten people rush the red light Emmit Smith style. Thank goodness this isn't Taiwan... cause I'd see more flipped mopeds around. Anyhoo, on the way to the casino, I see this green beamer doing about 95, coming up real fast on my six. I'm only doing 70, so I speed up a little to change lanes and let the bastard pass me. Little to my knowledge, while I was checking my rear views and blind spots to make sure I could switch over safely... there was a freaking cop, sitting on the side of the road, clocking me and no one else. Them bitches ain't about shit. Ten minutes later, I'm back on the road, with another speeding violation and a salty forecast in the weather. At least the fucker didn't keep me sitting there for forty minutes, Milwaukee Pork style, so my intent to drop some Wu Tang Flying Meteor style on his ass wasn't as overwhelming like all the other times. But I digress... this shit ain't spoiling my gambling, god dammit. At this point, I'm ready to gnaw my arm off. My stomache is growling like mad, so I bee line it to the buffet line. Doh!!! Closed until 4PM dinner time. SONS OF BITCHES!!! I got there just in time to see the lady close off the buffet queue, and tell me to come back later and to have a nice day. The Wu Tang Flying Meteor style was inevitable at this point... someone was gonna die. But alas... a turning point??? As if the karma spiral had completed a revolution right then and there, the casino manager just happens to walk by and saw the power of the Wu Tang Flying Meteor styles flowing though my veins. Actually... it was more like he saw my ass, walking away all dissapointed like with the thought of missing out on all you can eat pork chops, and he felt sorry for me. He stopped me, apologized and asked if I wanted a complimentary. A complimentary what??? Hong Kong style massage with release??? No thanks burly guy, I'm good on that tip. But he grabs my player's card from my hand and takes off with it. He mutters something to me, but I couldn't hear with all the racket of the slot machines. I follow him, cause it's a pain in the ass to get another player's card. Confused, I stand at the front desk as he's jotting some stuff down on his computer. Ten minutes later, he hands me my card, and a twenty dollar casino check to use at any of the restaurants in the casino. Killer Boots man. And here's where it all snowballs. I go to the Sports Bar, cause at this time, the Sports Bar was the only restaurant open in the place. While I'm waiting to get seated... I see that the Roller Coaster Tycoon Pinball machine is loaded with 5 credits. BINGO!!! I ask for the table located closest to the machine and rock it out proper. I use 2 credits, won an extra credit, got bored with the machine and ordered my food. With twenty bucks, I managed to get three Heinekens, a Cheesburger with waffle fries, and a mud pie. The bill came out to twenty dollars and thrity one cents. SLAPADOODLEPOP!!! I put 5 dollars and thirty one cents on the table to cover the rest plus tip, and I'm off. I'm basically running on karma right now, so I'm quick to jump on a table. But alas... table games are closed before 5PM. FUCK!!! Whatever... I saved twenty bucks on food... might as well use it on a slot machine. You know, give back to the community that gave to you. Anyhoo, twenty bucks equals 80 credits on a quarter slot. I was kinda tipsy offa three Hienies, so time kinda flew by like a mofo. Before long, I'm down to about 30 credits and my karma was running low as well. I decide to give it one last spin, before I cash out and go somewhere else. And luck smiles upon me once again. 300 credits.. pladow!!! In your face, Jesus!!! But instead of cashing out like a smart person would do, I put an extra dollar in for shits and giggle... next spin... 100 more credits!!! Bam... in just a few hours, I sextuple my cash, if that's a word, I just like saying sex. Not bad for a guy that is born with bad luck. Anyhoo, the winnings will just about cover the cost of my ticket. So instead of losing, I break even... sorta. And look... I'm now looking at the bright side of things. My insurance is gonna rape me some more on them premiums, however, but hopefully Geico can help my ass in that department.

Blogger Log Volume One Part One: JOB Mentality

2004-09-09T17:35:00.000-05:00

September 9th, 2004 Today started out like any other day. I usually wake up, throw some shorts on, a t shirt, brush my teeth, excrete waste, and jump on the computer to play Yahoo! Grafiti or online Candyland or something. Today was no different... instead of Grafiti, I played Bookworm. I rock at that game. Rock it hard too. After that I check my emails... I don't know why... no one really emails my bitter ass. But it's nice to know that stamina isn't everything... size matters too. It's so nice to know, that I don't care that I get forty thousand emails a day stating that. Thank you ljsgsabfusbd@hotmail.com, I appreciate those emails, they confirm my existence.... They complete me. Anyhoo... I've been pondering a dilemma for quite some time. Work or school, money or knowledge??? I've hit a fork in the road of life and I don't know which path to take. Damn, it would be nice to say fuck it all and go out "Eldest Brother" style. If you don't get the inside joke, don't worry... it's not important. On one hand, you have financial freedom. Making boku bucks, working easy hours, but living far from family and friends. On the other, I'd go to school... I'd be broke as a joke, having to give up everything I own and know... but I'll be closer to home, and I'd be better set in the future for what I WANT to do. But does money equal happiness??? I used to think it did. I was proud that I had everything on lock. There were times when I couldn't pay a bill on time for the life of me. And then I got a good job, had money to do whatever I wanted, to buy whatever I wanted. It was sweet. So then came a chance to up the ante. The risk was high, but I didn't care... the thought of more money for less work was just too great for me to resist. So decided to pick up, leave everything and move without the least bit of thought. Anyhoo, things didn't work out as I had hoped. I'm now at a point where I don't think that this job is for me. If I pursue it, I could make tons of money, and have whatever I want. But like I said... is that what I really want???