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Monday, January 17, 2011
Saturday, August 8, 2009
WIP-Lash
I have been meaning to make a new post for a good few days now, but I always am so damn busy and tired lately. After a small musings post, I plan to do another arts review post. After sleep and work, of course.
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And we're back! I broke down and bought the most recent Steam weekend deal. A bunch of games are cheaply available, 10 indie games in total. I had just a bit of cash laying about in various depots, so I deposited that and bought it. I am absolutely glad I did. 2 minutes into Audiosurf, I was giggling with what fun it was. Have you ever driven quickly on the highway to a song you really love? In Audiosurf, you get points for it. I'm very happy with this purchase. More mini-reviews to come, be assured.
I feel like have been working my fucking ass off at my job. Don't you just hate fate when you have a day off, and then, because of the laziness, negligence, or otherwise unfortunate actions of a coworker, you end up getting called into work what he or she would normally work? C'est la vie, of course, but hot damn, is it frustrating. It's fine though, I worked my entire last shift on straight overtime. Yay, bills.
I think it actually is effective to use the little gadgets which Vista makes available to track my account balance. I have a "post-it" with a running transaction log, and my current (underestimated) balance. This ought to help with those overdraft fees, I suspect.
The thought occured that there is great injustice with the coincidence that many leaders are simply filthing assholes. I know a couple of managers and upper managers that artlessly make it a point to get angry or just yell and shout to get what they want done, done. It's the same thing I was talking about before, really. Courtesy is out the window, and there is no hope for revision in the future, I fear. Oh well, humanity has earned its place among the fucked, I think.
Enough of this. Dr. Girlfriend and I recently watched Coraline, and I plan to review that tomorrow.
-The0
Thursday, May 7, 2009
Wait, what's going on?
This is the update post to which I keep alluding. It will be concise and possibly endearing, but I need to sleep first. It'll be up soon, I promise, but for now, courage.
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05/11/2009
And We're Back! Finally. An update for you all! As of today, it has been a very weird year. Let's start with the job. I was fired from my old place of employment, when they refused to work around my new schedule. It's just as well, I am working more hours for slightly more money, and I am finally getting down the system this place uses. Now, I probably shouldn't have destroyed a bridge for a temp job, but I really hated that last place. Besides, if I can manage to impress the management at this new job, they'll hire me on full time (not that I'm not working almost 40 - 50 hours a week already.) That would even get me benefits, like health insurance and a 401k. That has been the working goal since college. All in all, the job front is good.
I have a roommate now, one of the previously alluded-to cost cutting techniques. This wasn't my choice however. My parents moved my little brother in with me. It's not so bad though, we're getting used to each other, and my costs have been effectively cut in half. Maybe I can finally start cutting down my debts.
The lovely eHarmony match and I are officially dating. She shall remain anonymous still, because I still think it's a good idea to protect her reputation. we have been out on a number of very fun events, and it's a rare occurrence to meet a girl who can handle her drink like I can mine. We went to the Killers concert on the 2nd, and that was a pretty fun show. We're getting along very well.
In summation, things are looking up. I sincerely apologize for not updating as much as I should. I haven't had much about which to write. Next post: a study of Half-Life, the best series of video games ever!
-The0
Monday, April 6, 2009
I'm missing Law and Order for this?
Another week down, but this one is special. Yesterday marked the end of my schooling. It's over. Finé. I have to try and enter the real world again. Rent is still a bitch, and the bills are of course not working in my favor. But what else is new? That will actually be answered in an update post, coming soon to a monitor near you!
What's really new for me is right now I'm sequestered in a jury room. I've kind of wanted to be a juror ever since I really started enjoying Harvey Birdman. None of my family members have ever been to jury duty before, and none of my friends have either. the only person I know that has sat on a jury is the manager at my place of work (the one whom I'm convinced is trying to find a reason to get rid of me.) This post is to serve as a warning and a lesson as to what to expect.
This isn't my first time being summoned to jury duty, this is just the first time I've been able to make it there. School has always been a priority to me over the justice system, and let me tell you, if you have any reason you can't make it in, you need to send them that letter they give you as soon as possible. Otherwise they will just keep summoning you. That gets annoying. They also may send out a warrant after you. That’s worse.
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And we're back from lunch. The worst part of this so far has been dealing with parking. I found the courthouse just in time, and spent approximately 20 minutes trying to find a parking place. I ended up initially parking at an expired meter to try and get there on time, and ask them where on earth to park. For anyone who gets summoned in St. Louis, you park next to the MetroLink Station at Shaw and Meramec. You also want to make sure you have your summons with you; it’s needed in order to be checked in and logged. Don’t have too many things in your pockets, you’ll have to take them out for the metal detector and x-ray check. This is almost as bad as going through airport security. Come to think of it, this is a lot like the airport. You hurry up to get here and wait, you go through a series of metal detectors and security checks, and then you sit in your waiting room like a terminal.
Anyway, It’s pretty cool so far. It’s usually a two day affair, though it can last as little as 1.5 days to however long your case lasts, should you get selected to serve on one. It’s a big tall room, and it has a good few amenities included. There are snack machines, soda and coffee machines, a magazine rack (complete with outdated issues of Time,) and a couple of televisions (one of them is tuned to The View. How am I supposed to be an unbiased juror with the definition of daytime dreck television showing to a room full of the fairer sex?) The best feature is this little separate work area. A number of chairs and desks are next to a window overlooking central St. Louis County.
Out of a last minute thought, I had decided to grab my laptop, which remained in my truck until the 90 minute lunch break. You’d assume with the “hush hush” nature of juries and cases and such, any connection to the outside world would be forbidden. The joke is on me though, and in an ironic way. There is next to no internet connectivity in this room. There is no wireless, and though there are Cat5 data ports all over the room, none of them connect anywhere. The 56k modem lines connect to the outside world, and that used to be this laptop’s primary connection to the internet. I grabbed a Cat5 cable before I left, but no phone cable. The lesson learned is that I either A) need a newer, more modern laptop (I’m looking at an Asus model or two, simply because I’m a fanboy, or something from CyberPower, for the same reason) so that I can go mobile broadband and call myself a disciple of the internet, or B) need to not call myself a disciple of the internet. I should have grabbed the Vonnegut that Kurt has lent me. I’ll bring that tomorrow.
Other observations: In stark contrast to The View, there is a very lively forum going on in an alcove next to the workstations. The subjects have ranged seamlessly from the housing market, to the current presidency, a religious history and philosophy discourse, and now they’re talking about foreign policy. My goodness, I’m lurking in real life! I’m glad that I’m still learning. I should probably go over there and see if I can contribute anything, but to be perfectly honest, I’m scared. My opinions aren’t very strong except for a couple of subjects, and they’re pretty taboo. I guess I’m afraid of turning out to be incorrect or wrong, and without my beloved Google, Wikipedia, and Fark quickly available, I don’t really feel like I have the moxie or facts available to be a good debater or contributor in an actual, intellectual forum. Case in point: I’m rambling. Oh well, maybe next time.
My number still has not been called, and it’s just over a half hour to closing time. If I don’t get put on a case, I should hope I get summoned again so that I can actually sit in, and learn how a case works, see how attorneys act, and what it’s like to actually deliberate. Here’s hoping to that.
My final note is that I have finally come across a couple of subjects about which I would like to write, e.g. updates, thoughts, observations, and a couple of obscure memories which I am trying to confirm actually existed. Adieu until next time!
What's really new for me is right now I'm sequestered in a jury room. I've kind of wanted to be a juror ever since I really started enjoying Harvey Birdman. None of my family members have ever been to jury duty before, and none of my friends have either. the only person I know that has sat on a jury is the manager at my place of work (the one whom I'm convinced is trying to find a reason to get rid of me.) This post is to serve as a warning and a lesson as to what to expect.
This isn't my first time being summoned to jury duty, this is just the first time I've been able to make it there. School has always been a priority to me over the justice system, and let me tell you, if you have any reason you can't make it in, you need to send them that letter they give you as soon as possible. Otherwise they will just keep summoning you. That gets annoying. They also may send out a warrant after you. That’s worse.
* * *
And we're back from lunch. The worst part of this so far has been dealing with parking. I found the courthouse just in time, and spent approximately 20 minutes trying to find a parking place. I ended up initially parking at an expired meter to try and get there on time, and ask them where on earth to park. For anyone who gets summoned in St. Louis, you park next to the MetroLink Station at Shaw and Meramec. You also want to make sure you have your summons with you; it’s needed in order to be checked in and logged. Don’t have too many things in your pockets, you’ll have to take them out for the metal detector and x-ray check. This is almost as bad as going through airport security. Come to think of it, this is a lot like the airport. You hurry up to get here and wait, you go through a series of metal detectors and security checks, and then you sit in your waiting room like a terminal.
Anyway, It’s pretty cool so far. It’s usually a two day affair, though it can last as little as 1.5 days to however long your case lasts, should you get selected to serve on one. It’s a big tall room, and it has a good few amenities included. There are snack machines, soda and coffee machines, a magazine rack (complete with outdated issues of Time,) and a couple of televisions (one of them is tuned to The View. How am I supposed to be an unbiased juror with the definition of daytime dreck television showing to a room full of the fairer sex?) The best feature is this little separate work area. A number of chairs and desks are next to a window overlooking central St. Louis County.
Out of a last minute thought, I had decided to grab my laptop, which remained in my truck until the 90 minute lunch break. You’d assume with the “hush hush” nature of juries and cases and such, any connection to the outside world would be forbidden. The joke is on me though, and in an ironic way. There is next to no internet connectivity in this room. There is no wireless, and though there are Cat5 data ports all over the room, none of them connect anywhere. The 56k modem lines connect to the outside world, and that used to be this laptop’s primary connection to the internet. I grabbed a Cat5 cable before I left, but no phone cable. The lesson learned is that I either A) need a newer, more modern laptop (I’m looking at an Asus model or two, simply because I’m a fanboy, or something from CyberPower, for the same reason) so that I can go mobile broadband and call myself a disciple of the internet, or B) need to not call myself a disciple of the internet. I should have grabbed the Vonnegut that Kurt has lent me. I’ll bring that tomorrow.
Other observations: In stark contrast to The View, there is a very lively forum going on in an alcove next to the workstations. The subjects have ranged seamlessly from the housing market, to the current presidency, a religious history and philosophy discourse, and now they’re talking about foreign policy. My goodness, I’m lurking in real life! I’m glad that I’m still learning. I should probably go over there and see if I can contribute anything, but to be perfectly honest, I’m scared. My opinions aren’t very strong except for a couple of subjects, and they’re pretty taboo. I guess I’m afraid of turning out to be incorrect or wrong, and without my beloved Google, Wikipedia, and Fark quickly available, I don’t really feel like I have the moxie or facts available to be a good debater or contributor in an actual, intellectual forum. Case in point: I’m rambling. Oh well, maybe next time.
My number still has not been called, and it’s just over a half hour to closing time. If I don’t get put on a case, I should hope I get summoned again so that I can actually sit in, and learn how a case works, see how attorneys act, and what it’s like to actually deliberate. Here’s hoping to that.
My final note is that I have finally come across a couple of subjects about which I would like to write, e.g. updates, thoughts, observations, and a couple of obscure memories which I am trying to confirm actually existed. Adieu until next time!
Friday, March 20, 2009
Why the Hell not?
So I'm sitting here, knowing that it's about that time to make a new weblog post, and I haven't the slightest idea about what to write. I'm dressed, well fed, and slightly overhung. It's a good thing. However, while I had budgeted some time to sit here and think about it, I have this very moment been called into work early. So, off I go. I'll have something after my shift, I hope.
In short, To Be Continued...
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And We're Back!
Well, recent occurrences have prompted me to turn this into an "Update" post. I was working along tonight, minding my own business, when an unexpected text message arrived. To make a short story shorter, I have a date tomorrow night. The lovely eHarmony match and I have decided we shall meet. Joy. I haven't been on a proper date in years, but the timing is somewhat serendipitous.
On my last day off, Tuesday, I enlisted the help of my brother and turned my life into something different. The clutter in my apartment is gone, and my bills are relatively under control. I found out that there is indeed carpet in my bedroom. There are also counter tops in my kitchen. I got a haircut, and I look, feel, and live like a whole new me. I am really glad that this is happening now.
Speaking of now, Now onto concerns. I am not the best person I can be yet. I am currently in search for a second job, whereas my date is about six weeks from being called Doctor. She is a smart vet. I am an angry philosophical worker ant, not yet even capable of self-sustaining. However, to my advantage, I am smart. I have a bachelor's degree in two fields (albeit the same essential field of social science) which I hope to continue some day, and an associate's in another. I am a jack of many trades, and a damn charming person when I try. Please pardon the ego trip. To sum, I fear I'm not in her league, but with a bit of personal work, I could be, and wind up a better person nonetheless.
Second concern, maintaining the new me. I have a bad pattern for getting a new set of skills, objectives, or resolutions, sticking with them for just long enough, and slacking. I'm going to have to actually maintain this new set, because I actually believe that this is a better state than what I lived in before. I will lose the drive eventually, and wind up slacking again. The key is in recognizing the pattern and working against it at a key point (or points.) If more people could do that, many problems and crises would be avoided in my opinion. So, my first defense is telling people that I am going to maintain this new nose-to-to-the-grindstone-and-up-for-a-beer lifestyle. It's like telling people that you're quitting smoking (also incidentally true.) I guess that telling people means that they'll help keep an eye on you, so that they can tell you when you're slipping. You also have to keep up your resolution to them, or risk looking like a tool. There must be other facets to the idea of society helping someone keep their resolve, but fatigue, among other things is keeping me from assuaging the need to think on it longer.
This is all date anxiety, I'm sure. Wish me Luck!
-The0
In short, To Be Continued...
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And We're Back!
Well, recent occurrences have prompted me to turn this into an "Update" post. I was working along tonight, minding my own business, when an unexpected text message arrived. To make a short story shorter, I have a date tomorrow night. The lovely eHarmony match and I have decided we shall meet. Joy. I haven't been on a proper date in years, but the timing is somewhat serendipitous.
On my last day off, Tuesday, I enlisted the help of my brother and turned my life into something different. The clutter in my apartment is gone, and my bills are relatively under control. I found out that there is indeed carpet in my bedroom. There are also counter tops in my kitchen. I got a haircut, and I look, feel, and live like a whole new me. I am really glad that this is happening now.
Speaking of now, Now onto concerns. I am not the best person I can be yet. I am currently in search for a second job, whereas my date is about six weeks from being called Doctor. She is a smart vet. I am an angry philosophical worker ant, not yet even capable of self-sustaining. However, to my advantage, I am smart. I have a bachelor's degree in two fields (albeit the same essential field of social science) which I hope to continue some day, and an associate's in another. I am a jack of many trades, and a damn charming person when I try. Please pardon the ego trip. To sum, I fear I'm not in her league, but with a bit of personal work, I could be, and wind up a better person nonetheless.
Second concern, maintaining the new me. I have a bad pattern for getting a new set of skills, objectives, or resolutions, sticking with them for just long enough, and slacking. I'm going to have to actually maintain this new set, because I actually believe that this is a better state than what I lived in before. I will lose the drive eventually, and wind up slacking again. The key is in recognizing the pattern and working against it at a key point (or points.) If more people could do that, many problems and crises would be avoided in my opinion. So, my first defense is telling people that I am going to maintain this new nose-to-to-the-grindstone-and-up-for-a-beer lifestyle. It's like telling people that you're quitting smoking (also incidentally true.) I guess that telling people means that they'll help keep an eye on you, so that they can tell you when you're slipping. You also have to keep up your resolution to them, or risk looking like a tool. There must be other facets to the idea of society helping someone keep their resolve, but fatigue, among other things is keeping me from assuaging the need to think on it longer.
This is all date anxiety, I'm sure. Wish me Luck!
-The0
Saturday, February 14, 2009
'Bout that time, eh chaps?
Well, here we are. Another Valentine's Day (or if you're one for clichéd humor, Singles Awareness Day.) This is just a temporary post, intended to fill the gap between work and midnight. A Valentine's Day post will technically occur after Valentine's Day. It'll be good. Patience, young Skywalker.
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And we're back! Today is the one day of the year where single people are generally expected to be a little surly of their relational status. I have decided to have a slightly more positive outlook on things however, and stick to the man. Method of choice: sticking it to the women (Ha!)
Today I got up early and went straight to my computer. I didn't go through the thoughtful and loving process of cooking someone breakfast in bed. Instead, after noting that my case temperature was a little high for my tastes, I went ahead and gave my computer case a couple new fans and upgrades. No flowers and tasteful, considerate cards, just upgrades for my ultimate enjoyment.
I then went to go wash my truck. Ashley is my current valentine. She's been there for me when I've needed her, and has broken down but twice over the 40,000 miles I've had her. So I decided I'd do something nice for her. I cleaned out her crevices and trunk, and washed her, finishing with a wax job. This was time I could have been spending shopping for the perfect gift, or massaging, or waiting on some one's beck and call. Filling a void with stimulating and thoughtful, flirtatious conversation. I could have used all this time to make someone special feel perfectly beautiful, so I did. I polished up the one thing that's been here for me (unlike you, missy.)
Now, I'm not disillusioned. I'm well aware that my SUV is an inanimate object and doesn't have feelings. But the thing is that I spent the time and effort I could have used to make you feel pretty, making myself and my baddass toys even more baddass. Ha.
I then went to work. I spent time earning money to spend on me. No pretty dresses or fancy meals, just stuff that I want. I made myself a more positive force in society, instead of building a pedestal on which to place the object of my affection (which I did do with my truck and computer.) I just want to let you have a hint. I am fantastic as a boyfriend. I have never forgotten a birthday, or a special date, and I certainly know how to make a shining Valentine's Day. Thank you, ladies. I didn't have to go through the hassle this year. I got to work on what makes The0, The0. Today was my day, not yours. My gain, your loss. :Þ
And on that note, a curious thing happened today. eHarmony seems to have directed a charming young lady my way. We'll have to see how that turns out. Also, most of the females at my place of employment are single this year as well. A most curious occurrence, because I thought it was only me and my partners in crime. Not saying that a relationship is the ultimate accessory or validation in life, but it sure does help with the grind. Also, my "If they're hot, they're taken" rule was definitely brought into question. Curious.
Also, last night I watched American Splendor. It's about the life and times of a miserable man named Harvey Pekar, after he worked out getting a comic series made out of his life. I tell you, nothing makes you feel better about yourself quite the way like watching someone else's life suck does.
I'm simply rambling at this point. It's been a long day, and I had much bigger plans for this post. It seems to have petered out. Oh well. Have a nice evening.
That's what she said.
Side Note: I have made an addition to the previous post. Feel free to check it out if you have the will.
-The0
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