what's up with that?
what's up with that?
How many unselfish acts can one perform before they themself become selfish?
**NOTE: Grimm, Ruddiger and Mr. Calzone are fully excluded from this
I'm sure I have already blog'd about this subject, or a variation of such, but it yet again comes to mind and needs to be expressed.
To explain...
The last unselfish act I performed was to get two of my friends employment. An act I would gladly do again because I am their friend and saw two people in need. I don't expect anything from them in return, because as I said, I am their friend and did it because I knew they needed the help.
BUT....
Where was said unselfish act from someone else in my direction?
Anyone who actually reads my constant bickering would recognize that it never happened. I couldn't even get help from family because their "career is more important than helping" me out. This after 25+ years of being brotherly and doing favours, even when I'd rather push them out of a moving vehicle. It took a threat of never doing another favour to get any help, and by that time I was already employed from my own efforts.
At what point do people recognize that they are greedy and selfish bastards and decide to return the favour for which someone else had given them? Sadly, I don't think it ever happens.
Staying on the 'help with employment' track... where were all those friends (Ramrob excluded here) who actually got off their ass and said to themselves, "I'm gonna help bashtard get a job"?
I'll give you some names: Rubeus, Ruddiger
...end of list.
Pretty pathetic isn't it?
Out of an entire MSN and ICQ list of people, all who were well aware of my lack of employment status, Rubeus and Ruddiger were the only ones I can remember actually doing anything to help me find a job.
That makes me sick to even think about it.
Ruddiger was the original person who made an effort, years ago when he told me of some 'Idirect' company that he worked for who was hiring. Everyone who blogs here knows my story from that time on :)
So we're up to today (still on the job issue)...
I have employment, but I absolutely hate it.
I care not if they somehow read this, which they won't.
There is no reason why a friend still cannot try and help find a better job, cuz they all know I hate what I'm doing and the pay is total ass. My father asked a customer to take my resume, to which I have to wait till the New Year to find an update from, but that doesn't have to be it. I'm looking myself, but WHERE THE HELL ARE THE REST OF YOU?? Everyone knows at least SOMEONE who might be able to help get me or even our other friends who are unemployed a job. There I go again though, thinking of other people and wanting to make sure their lives don't suck either. But each person has at least one friend outside of the 'hermit circle' we call the Swam Building crowd. Family even, why not ask them to help your friends out??
--Anyone getting ideas here?--
To finish, cuz I could write for days on this subject...
Its not all about the job thing. I want people (my friends) to recognize when I am doing a favour for them, and possibly at times RETURN THE FUCKING FAVOUR and stop being such greedy assholes. I don't need something in return every time, but try and take notice favours being done for you. You might realize how big of a dickhead (women included) you may have been to not only myself, but to others who were stupid enough to keep helping you when you didn't deserve it.
**NOTE: Grimm, Ruddiger and Mr. Calzone are fully excluded from this
I'm sure I have already blog'd about this subject, or a variation of such, but it yet again comes to mind and needs to be expressed.
To explain...
The last unselfish act I performed was to get two of my friends employment. An act I would gladly do again because I am their friend and saw two people in need. I don't expect anything from them in return, because as I said, I am their friend and did it because I knew they needed the help.
BUT....
Where was said unselfish act from someone else in my direction?
Anyone who actually reads my constant bickering would recognize that it never happened. I couldn't even get help from family because their "career is more important than helping" me out. This after 25+ years of being brotherly and doing favours, even when I'd rather push them out of a moving vehicle. It took a threat of never doing another favour to get any help, and by that time I was already employed from my own efforts.
At what point do people recognize that they are greedy and selfish bastards and decide to return the favour for which someone else had given them? Sadly, I don't think it ever happens.
Staying on the 'help with employment' track... where were all those friends (Ramrob excluded here) who actually got off their ass and said to themselves, "I'm gonna help bashtard get a job"?
I'll give you some names: Rubeus, Ruddiger
...end of list.
Pretty pathetic isn't it?
Out of an entire MSN and ICQ list of people, all who were well aware of my lack of employment status, Rubeus and Ruddiger were the only ones I can remember actually doing anything to help me find a job.
That makes me sick to even think about it.
Ruddiger was the original person who made an effort, years ago when he told me of some 'Idirect' company that he worked for who was hiring. Everyone who blogs here knows my story from that time on :)
So we're up to today (still on the job issue)...
I have employment, but I absolutely hate it.
I care not if they somehow read this, which they won't.
There is no reason why a friend still cannot try and help find a better job, cuz they all know I hate what I'm doing and the pay is total ass. My father asked a customer to take my resume, to which I have to wait till the New Year to find an update from, but that doesn't have to be it. I'm looking myself, but WHERE THE HELL ARE THE REST OF YOU?? Everyone knows at least SOMEONE who might be able to help get me or even our other friends who are unemployed a job. There I go again though, thinking of other people and wanting to make sure their lives don't suck either. But each person has at least one friend outside of the 'hermit circle' we call the Swam Building crowd. Family even, why not ask them to help your friends out??
--Anyone getting ideas here?--
To finish, cuz I could write for days on this subject...
Its not all about the job thing. I want people (my friends) to recognize when I am doing a favour for them, and possibly at times RETURN THE FUCKING FAVOUR and stop being such greedy assholes. I don't need something in return every time, but try and take notice favours being done for you. You might realize how big of a dickhead (women included) you may have been to not only myself, but to others who were stupid enough to keep helping you when you didn't deserve it.
what's up with that?
what's up with that?
By no means am I pointing fingers at anyone in particular, because there are a few people who partake in this 'act like an asshole' practice, but I am here to say that it is rather FUCKING ANNOYING.
Some only answer if they deem the conversation worthy of their reply. To that I say 'f' and 'you'. I can understand being busy, but I have a hard time believing that either (a) you are that busy all the time, or (b) that you are that fucking sophisticated to be able to shun a conversation or even a simple reply to a friend.
There are those in their own little depressions and not as vocal about it as I am, but I can assure you that keeping to yourself and ignoring friends is not the way to go about getting out of it. You'd be amazed how friends can help, even if you're not interested... or at least depression is telling you so.
I try to make the effort to respond to all ICQ's, even if my response is 'you're a douche'.
It shows my friends that I'm not being a dick and ignoring them.
So to those of you who MIGHT fall into the category of people whom I am speaking of, take a look at the comparison of received-to-sent message from myself to you and see if you can make the effort to put your fingers across that keyboard and possibly respond to a few of them. Try to even out the ratio... for the sake of friendship :)
Some only answer if they deem the conversation worthy of their reply. To that I say 'f' and 'you'. I can understand being busy, but I have a hard time believing that either (a) you are that busy all the time, or (b) that you are that fucking sophisticated to be able to shun a conversation or even a simple reply to a friend.
There are those in their own little depressions and not as vocal about it as I am, but I can assure you that keeping to yourself and ignoring friends is not the way to go about getting out of it. You'd be amazed how friends can help, even if you're not interested... or at least depression is telling you so.
I try to make the effort to respond to all ICQ's, even if my response is 'you're a douche'.
It shows my friends that I'm not being a dick and ignoring them.
So to those of you who MIGHT fall into the category of people whom I am speaking of, take a look at the comparison of received-to-sent message from myself to you and see if you can make the effort to put your fingers across that keyboard and possibly respond to a few of them. Try to even out the ratio... for the sake of friendship :)
Now I'm not asking to have a long conversation, nor share 'why did the chicken cross the road' jokes, but if you call my home and/or cell phone by accident, at least be kind enough to say "oops.. sorry about that buddy".
Forgive me for the hat thing, if you wish :)
This last 'wrong number' that I got happened when I was in the shower (ladies... dirty thoughts to yourself).
I'm not the type to say, "oh well, they'll call back"
I'm the type to say, "DUDE, you called my cell, WHADDAP"
As usual, I see the number on my phone, ponder who might be calling (is it a lady?), ponder... ponder... then I call it.
This time A LADY ANSWERS... and so does some guy, (never felt more popular) and I lay my best "someone from this number called my cell". The lady hangs up (bitch) and the guy goes, "oh yeah" then he HUNG UP THE PHONE.
WHAT A DICK!!
C'mon for god sakes!
How anti-social have we become that we can't even make an effort to say something like, "DUDE.... where's my..." [stupid me] I mean, "DUDE.... sorry man"?
Every wrong number that I do answer gets a guy who is willing to take the time out of his busy day to inform them they have dialed the wrong number, but at the same time if they need a friend, I'm here at that 'wrong number'.
Almost as bad are the people who you do speak to and when you inform them of their clerical phone error just hang up instantly. At least that last guy had enough respect for me to say, "oh yeah".
Now I'm defending that guy.... what's up with that?
Anyway... all I ask is that if you call my phone by accident, be kind enough to admit your error and even say bye.
Happiness and Friendliness are sometimes hard to come by, so this could be your first step to becoming a new person.
Next time, instead of hanging up, try saying "HI" cuz you never know the new friends you may find.
Forgive me for the hat thing, if you wish :)
This last 'wrong number' that I got happened when I was in the shower (ladies... dirty thoughts to yourself).
I'm not the type to say, "oh well, they'll call back"
I'm the type to say, "DUDE, you called my cell, WHADDAP"
As usual, I see the number on my phone, ponder who might be calling (is it a lady?), ponder... ponder... then I call it.
This time A LADY ANSWERS... and so does some guy, (never felt more popular) and I lay my best "someone from this number called my cell". The lady hangs up (bitch) and the guy goes, "oh yeah" then he HUNG UP THE PHONE.
WHAT A DICK!!
C'mon for god sakes!
How anti-social have we become that we can't even make an effort to say something like, "DUDE.... where's my..." [stupid me] I mean, "DUDE.... sorry man"?
Every wrong number that I do answer gets a guy who is willing to take the time out of his busy day to inform them they have dialed the wrong number, but at the same time if they need a friend, I'm here at that 'wrong number'.
Almost as bad are the people who you do speak to and when you inform them of their clerical phone error just hang up instantly. At least that last guy had enough respect for me to say, "oh yeah".
Now I'm defending that guy.... what's up with that?
Anyway... all I ask is that if you call my phone by accident, be kind enough to admit your error and even say bye.
Happiness and Friendliness are sometimes hard to come by, so this could be your first step to becoming a new person.
Next time, instead of hanging up, try saying "HI" cuz you never know the new friends you may find.
what's up with that?
Your typical day of getting a ticket for an expired license plate, yet passing the emissions test (WOOT) and renewing my plates on the very same day.
I get home to find Fairy McFly had been trying to contact me for a night on the town with herself and a very lovely friend (name not disclosed) from the old town, in the far far away.
However, McFly took my silence as a decline of the offer.
I quickly made it clear of my eligibility for a night out with some 'just arrived in Toronto' hoochie mamas and the night was planned.
Ain't it grand when people call YOU and make plans?
Anyway.... of course I get there late... and of course McFly takes FOREVER to get outside. Due to her lack of a phone number currently, she was being paged via a conversation home and rude email being typed by a family member to.... whatever she was using to communicate to the outside world. She eventually comes outside and grabs me :) then takes me into her made-for-a-midget love shack with the previously mentioned lovely lady from the far far away.
Who was feeling like a million bucks at that time?
That's right... -THIS GUY-
Especially since the bed was the only comfortable spot.
Hours later when the three of us left McFly's shag pad (I'll leave the happenings to the imagination) we took a lovely stroll to her nearest major intersection... crossed the street... waited... then.... went back to the Plastic Love Wagon and made our way further downtown.
We decided to make this a 'lets see how many bars we can go to in one night' night.
First we went to _____ and it was GREAT!
Then we walked a bit down the road to ______ and stopped there for a bit longer... and fun was had by all.
The lack of nourishment was catching up to us, so without consideration for my appetite :) we stopped at Sanchez's favourite watering hole. There I found a chimichanga to be the best invention ever. A tortilla with cheese, meat and vegetable.
WHO WOULD HAVE EVER THOUGHT TO TRY SUCH A COMBO OF INGREDIENTS?!?!?!
Whilst eating, the lovely lady decided to make eating Mexican food one of the most entertaining experiences ever. First off, ordering a tortilla with cheese, meat and vegetable, but spilling her drink on it and then dropping it on her lap. Those silly ladies from the far far away!! I could be nothing but a gentleman, and since my pants were already chafing me....
Oh... uhmmm... silly day dreams getting into my typing again
The lovely lady did NOT order tortilla with cheese, meat and vegetable so I think her salad in a taco was the reason for the oral ingestion disappointment.
Off to bar 'bounce' as I coined, for the lack of time actually spent inside any of them.
Now we know I've lost weight and at times ladies have made me feel like a piece of meat.... but that night, the present company was making it seem like Rocky Balboa should be walking with us and pounding on my abs.
Now the rest of the night was eventful enough to write about... but my lack of desire to keep typing has caught up to me now.
I know what all you people are thinking... what was the lovely lady like? Well she was very cute and entertaining, but we already know my theories on all the beautiful women already being taken so the W5 of her life was left untapped. Though I demanded she join the entertainment tonight and not go back to the far far away.
Bashtard-Studly-Sex-Master out...
I get home to find Fairy McFly had been trying to contact me for a night on the town with herself and a very lovely friend (name not disclosed) from the old town, in the far far away.
However, McFly took my silence as a decline of the offer.
I quickly made it clear of my eligibility for a night out with some 'just arrived in Toronto' hoochie mamas and the night was planned.
Ain't it grand when people call YOU and make plans?
Anyway.... of course I get there late... and of course McFly takes FOREVER to get outside. Due to her lack of a phone number currently, she was being paged via a conversation home and rude email being typed by a family member to.... whatever she was using to communicate to the outside world. She eventually comes outside and grabs me :) then takes me into her made-for-a-midget love shack with the previously mentioned lovely lady from the far far away.
Who was feeling like a million bucks at that time?
That's right... -THIS GUY-
Especially since the bed was the only comfortable spot.
Hours later when the three of us left McFly's shag pad (I'll leave the happenings to the imagination) we took a lovely stroll to her nearest major intersection... crossed the street... waited... then.... went back to the Plastic Love Wagon and made our way further downtown.
We decided to make this a 'lets see how many bars we can go to in one night' night.
First we went to _____ and it was GREAT!
Then we walked a bit down the road to ______ and stopped there for a bit longer... and fun was had by all.
The lack of nourishment was catching up to us, so without consideration for my appetite :) we stopped at Sanchez's favourite watering hole. There I found a chimichanga to be the best invention ever. A tortilla with cheese, meat and vegetable.
WHO WOULD HAVE EVER THOUGHT TO TRY SUCH A COMBO OF INGREDIENTS?!?!?!
Whilst eating, the lovely lady decided to make eating Mexican food one of the most entertaining experiences ever. First off, ordering a tortilla with cheese, meat and vegetable, but spilling her drink on it and then dropping it on her lap. Those silly ladies from the far far away!! I could be nothing but a gentleman, and since my pants were already chafing me....
Oh... uhmmm... silly day dreams getting into my typing again
The lovely lady did NOT order tortilla with cheese, meat and vegetable so I think her salad in a taco was the reason for the oral ingestion disappointment.
Off to bar 'bounce' as I coined, for the lack of time actually spent inside any of them.
Now we know I've lost weight and at times ladies have made me feel like a piece of meat.... but that night, the present company was making it seem like Rocky Balboa should be walking with us and pounding on my abs.
Now the rest of the night was eventful enough to write about... but my lack of desire to keep typing has caught up to me now.
I know what all you people are thinking... what was the lovely lady like? Well she was very cute and entertaining, but we already know my theories on all the beautiful women already being taken so the W5 of her life was left untapped. Though I demanded she join the entertainment tonight and not go back to the far far away.
Bashtard-Studly-Sex-Master out...
Driving along in my automobile.
No baby beside me at the wheel.
Going south on Keele, just before the Dundas intersection I see a minor accident.
Three cars... the first car waiting to make a left turn, the second waiting continue south along with the third car.
Slowly the first car creeps ahead, but the moron in the second car hits the gas and then hammers the brakes.
Well that THIRD car is not expecting that for sure and slams into the back of the second.
I'm giggling away like a little school girl at the stupidity of the situation.
THEN.... "STUPID POETIC JUSTICE"
Now I'm at the Keele/Dundas intersection, a few cars back, and figure now is the best time to try and get that small leaf out from my wiper blade.
"STUPID POETIC JUSTICE"
After I give the wiper a nudge, it GETS STUCK!!!!
Now all of you remember the Hurricane Hugo incident when the threads of my wiper blade were destroyed due to wind.
Well obviously I have yet to replace the damn thing and it decided to give me a little reminder.
I did inquire however, the Saturn dealership wants 70 DOLLARS to replace the wiper ARM!!!!
So there's no chance in hell I'm getting it from the dealer.
400 Auto-Wreckers here I come.
Wiper arm cost: 5 finger discount.
No baby beside me at the wheel.
Going south on Keele, just before the Dundas intersection I see a minor accident.
Three cars... the first car waiting to make a left turn, the second waiting continue south along with the third car.
Slowly the first car creeps ahead, but the moron in the second car hits the gas and then hammers the brakes.
Well that THIRD car is not expecting that for sure and slams into the back of the second.
I'm giggling away like a little school girl at the stupidity of the situation.
THEN.... "STUPID POETIC JUSTICE"
Now I'm at the Keele/Dundas intersection, a few cars back, and figure now is the best time to try and get that small leaf out from my wiper blade.
"STUPID POETIC JUSTICE"
After I give the wiper a nudge, it GETS STUCK!!!!
Now all of you remember the Hurricane Hugo incident when the threads of my wiper blade were destroyed due to wind.
Well obviously I have yet to replace the damn thing and it decided to give me a little reminder.
I did inquire however, the Saturn dealership wants 70 DOLLARS to replace the wiper ARM!!!!
So there's no chance in hell I'm getting it from the dealer.
400 Auto-Wreckers here I come.
Wiper arm cost: 5 finger discount.
cual esta para arriba con ese?
Like sands through the hourglass, those are the days of my Saturn.
My Saturn, my plasic baby...
SHE WON'T PASS A DAMN EMISSIONS TEST
Here's a brief history of the ol' girl:
It's the very start of 2001 and my old hunk-o-shit Sunbird is on crutches. Time to put er down for the glue factory cuz this girl ain't gonna be running anymore. For a few weeks I'm without wheels, driving my mothers Mercury Mystique (of which I still love) and hearing about it every day since my mother apparently needs her car in the driveway for the sake of causing me a headache.
During this time I've looked at a few cars. One being a early model Prelude. Simion would have been bowing down to me in awe of my red beauty.... but I digress :)
So then one day I get home from my 4-12 glory Idirect shift and a black (actually navy blue, but it was night out) Saturn is sitting in my driveway. The first thing I did that night was pull the car in the car hole and replace that POS stock stereo with my fancy looking Sony deck.
Then take that sucker to work the next day, only to have it abused by co-workers such as Mycophile and his "hey, this thing won't dent" kicks to my passenger door.
More years pass and she still ain't died... and she has to pass a 2002 emissions test.
I drive er on in to Midas and drive er right out cuz my car passed.
My Saturn passed by so many points I considered it to be a pointless government requirement.
Now the 2003 emissions test rolls around....
A few weeks ago I take it to Midas, cuz again, "why are they wasting my time". This time the ol' girl fails. Fails not by a little, I mean she fails by THOUSANDS!!!
I'm like 'dude' and my car is like 'dude'
So instead I take the car to these ghetto italian boys on Rogers Rd.
She STILL fails... and these guys are known for making any car pass.
Now.... I'm PISSED OFF
So I take the bitch to the dealership and get raped for a Coolant Sensor and a bunch of other small fixes. The tune-up I do myself.
Now the ol' girl is running perfectly.
Never better actually. A pleasure to drive.
So I take the ol' girl to those same ghetto italian boys on Rogers Rd expecting them to be "wasting my time".
THE BITCH FAILS AGAIN and now I'm fucking pissed off.
How.....why?
Are the automobile gods telling me to get a new car?
There is the option, since I've already spent 300 bucks on parts and labour, I can get a pass if I spend 450 bucks, even if the car fails the test one more time.
Are these gods trying to force me to live at home for even longer, cuz I can't afford moving out AND a new car?
I'm gonna give er one more go at this thing, spend the extra 150 bucks and get my automatic pass. But come the sum sum summer time, this ol' girl is GONZO.
Nooo... not the muppet character, silly!!
My Saturn, my plasic baby...
SHE WON'T PASS A DAMN EMISSIONS TEST
Here's a brief history of the ol' girl:
It's the very start of 2001 and my old hunk-o-shit Sunbird is on crutches. Time to put er down for the glue factory cuz this girl ain't gonna be running anymore. For a few weeks I'm without wheels, driving my mothers Mercury Mystique (of which I still love) and hearing about it every day since my mother apparently needs her car in the driveway for the sake of causing me a headache.
During this time I've looked at a few cars. One being a early model Prelude. Simion would have been bowing down to me in awe of my red beauty.... but I digress :)
So then one day I get home from my 4-12 glory Idirect shift and a black (actually navy blue, but it was night out) Saturn is sitting in my driveway. The first thing I did that night was pull the car in the car hole and replace that POS stock stereo with my fancy looking Sony deck.
Then take that sucker to work the next day, only to have it abused by co-workers such as Mycophile and his "hey, this thing won't dent" kicks to my passenger door.
More years pass and she still ain't died... and she has to pass a 2002 emissions test.
I drive er on in to Midas and drive er right out cuz my car passed.
My Saturn passed by so many points I considered it to be a pointless government requirement.
Now the 2003 emissions test rolls around....
A few weeks ago I take it to Midas, cuz again, "why are they wasting my time". This time the ol' girl fails. Fails not by a little, I mean she fails by THOUSANDS!!!
I'm like 'dude' and my car is like 'dude'
So instead I take the car to these ghetto italian boys on Rogers Rd.
She STILL fails... and these guys are known for making any car pass.
Now.... I'm PISSED OFF
So I take the bitch to the dealership and get raped for a Coolant Sensor and a bunch of other small fixes. The tune-up I do myself.
Now the ol' girl is running perfectly.
Never better actually. A pleasure to drive.
So I take the ol' girl to those same ghetto italian boys on Rogers Rd expecting them to be "wasting my time".
THE BITCH FAILS AGAIN and now I'm fucking pissed off.
How.....why?
Are the automobile gods telling me to get a new car?
There is the option, since I've already spent 300 bucks on parts and labour, I can get a pass if I spend 450 bucks, even if the car fails the test one more time.
Are these gods trying to force me to live at home for even longer, cuz I can't afford moving out AND a new car?
I'm gonna give er one more go at this thing, spend the extra 150 bucks and get my automatic pass. But come the sum sum summer time, this ol' girl is GONZO.
Nooo... not the muppet character, silly!!
what's up with that?
what's up with that?
what's up with that?
what's up with that?
what's up with that?
what's up with that?
what's up with that?
what's up with that?
Having grown up on a farm, I've learned to become one with nature.
So at times when my bladder is a knockin' I don't hesitate to become one with nature.
Get it? ONE
Bladder knockin'? Number ONE?
GET IT??
Paul and his woman of many years (ladies names not disclosed) were throwing their annual 'House Warming Party', of which I was a guest. We (being a crowd of 10 or so) were in conversation of our k9 companions when I dropped the bomb.
...and I quote (roughly)....
"My dog is the best, he's so shy that if I'm around when he's trying to do his business he'll hold it in and go later.
Then if I'm gonna go outside, he gives me my space and won't watch."
My god did that floor the city folk.
I think their jaws were on the ground, each of them.
My only defence was, "none of you grew up in the country, did you?"
Seriously, why go inside when I've got 10 acres of land and no neighbours. The native americans did their number ONE outside, so what modern day social ethic states that I must go inside when there's a perfectly good yard outside willing to take what I may deliver?
Told that story to my father and he agreed, city people just don't understand.
Meh... while all you city folk try and hold it in for a crack at the bathroom, I'll gladly be releiving myself on the nearest lawn or street pole.
So at times when my bladder is a knockin' I don't hesitate to become one with nature.
Get it? ONE
Bladder knockin'? Number ONE?
GET IT??
Paul and his woman of many years (ladies names not disclosed) were throwing their annual 'House Warming Party', of which I was a guest. We (being a crowd of 10 or so) were in conversation of our k9 companions when I dropped the bomb.
...and I quote (roughly)....
"My dog is the best, he's so shy that if I'm around when he's trying to do his business he'll hold it in and go later.
Then if I'm gonna go outside, he gives me my space and won't watch."
My god did that floor the city folk.
I think their jaws were on the ground, each of them.
My only defence was, "none of you grew up in the country, did you?"
Seriously, why go inside when I've got 10 acres of land and no neighbours. The native americans did their number ONE outside, so what modern day social ethic states that I must go inside when there's a perfectly good yard outside willing to take what I may deliver?
Told that story to my father and he agreed, city people just don't understand.
Meh... while all you city folk try and hold it in for a crack at the bathroom, I'll gladly be releiving myself on the nearest lawn or street pole.
what's up with that?
The Whatchamawhozit Brothers are my new heros!
As I've told many people, nerds beat this Matrix series to death and I love it!!!
My theory was that the Whatchamawhozit Brothers would look at the best nerd review and say 'That guy was bang on' and just SAY that's what the deeper meaning behind the movie actually meant.
Ignorant people hated Revolutions because their retarded ass theories weren't correct at all... and because of this nerd brainwashing, anything less than their stupid theories was a failure.
A 4th Matrix movie?
No thanks.
The story is complete.
This has to be my favourite depiction of the stupidity of those who dislike the movie and the end of the story.
You can find the rest of this review at this site .
As I've told many people, nerds beat this Matrix series to death and I love it!!!
My theory was that the Whatchamawhozit Brothers would look at the best nerd review and say 'That guy was bang on' and just SAY that's what the deeper meaning behind the movie actually meant.
Ignorant people hated Revolutions because their retarded ass theories weren't correct at all... and because of this nerd brainwashing, anything less than their stupid theories was a failure.
A 4th Matrix movie?
No thanks.
The story is complete.
This has to be my favourite depiction of the stupidity of those who dislike the movie and the end of the story.
The third act would portray six billion naked humans gleefully slaughtering the machines by the tens of millions, humanity racing against the clock to sneak in some last-minute genocide before mass starvation and sterilization from nuclear fallout rendered their own species extinct.
You can find the rest of this review at this site .
what's up with that?
what's up with that?
what's up with that?
The 3rd Matrix movie is coming out on Wednesday.
But what then?
This series of theatrical thrillers, more so than Lord of the Rings, has created a nerd revolution (if you will). Captivating and infecting the computers of nerds all over the world... and as far as I know, there are no movies on the horizon that will equal or top anything like this.
It really makes me think....
Why go to the movies afterwards if you know nothing will touch you the way this series of films has?
Possibly Hollywood has made itself obsolete?
The third Lord of the Rings is a must watch, only because I forced my ass to sit through that boring ass second movie. Again, after that movie, why bother going to the movies?
X-Men 2 is going to be shit and I hope there are no plans for a Hulk 2. I haven't even seen the first, but I don't recall the Hulk having the ability to fly over a desert or whatever they show in that movie trailer.
Horror or Suspense films...?
been done / not scary / chicks don't clutch in fear anymore
Action movies...?
been done / car go fast / car go off hill / car land / good guys win
Comedy...?
been done / Jim Carrey / people laugh / people laugh because its Jim Carrey, not because its funny
Chick Flicks...?
been done / don't know why
I think this whole way of thinking came to me when 'Anger Management' was advertised. I then, and still now, cannot find a purpose or reason for that movie to be made. The concept wasn't funny, the actors didn't seem like a good match... just pointless.
Maybe we'll be lucky and Hollywood will start making full length reality-show type movies that suck even more ass than the reality-shows themselves which, as you all know, I 100% boycott already.
BUT.... **insert girlfriend here** and I'm forced to go to movies again just because I'd have to for the sake of finding some sort of 'date' or night out when there's nothing else to do and she isn't interested in the cheap late-nite meal at McDonalds.
But what then?
This series of theatrical thrillers, more so than Lord of the Rings, has created a nerd revolution (if you will). Captivating and infecting the computers of nerds all over the world... and as far as I know, there are no movies on the horizon that will equal or top anything like this.
It really makes me think....
Why go to the movies afterwards if you know nothing will touch you the way this series of films has?
Possibly Hollywood has made itself obsolete?
The third Lord of the Rings is a must watch, only because I forced my ass to sit through that boring ass second movie. Again, after that movie, why bother going to the movies?
X-Men 2 is going to be shit and I hope there are no plans for a Hulk 2. I haven't even seen the first, but I don't recall the Hulk having the ability to fly over a desert or whatever they show in that movie trailer.
Horror or Suspense films...?
been done / not scary / chicks don't clutch in fear anymore
Action movies...?
been done / car go fast / car go off hill / car land / good guys win
Comedy...?
been done / Jim Carrey / people laugh / people laugh because its Jim Carrey, not because its funny
Chick Flicks...?
been done / don't know why
I think this whole way of thinking came to me when 'Anger Management' was advertised. I then, and still now, cannot find a purpose or reason for that movie to be made. The concept wasn't funny, the actors didn't seem like a good match... just pointless.
Maybe we'll be lucky and Hollywood will start making full length reality-show type movies that suck even more ass than the reality-shows themselves which, as you all know, I 100% boycott already.
BUT.... **insert girlfriend here** and I'm forced to go to movies again just because I'd have to for the sake of finding some sort of 'date' or night out when there's nothing else to do and she isn't interested in the cheap late-nite meal at McDonalds.
what's up with that?
what's up with that?
I'm at the Dr's this morning to get my stitches out from the nether regions of my lower abdomen, and I'm hoping for an ugly ass nurse. Not that I don't have the self control to keep the swollen member in check, but I mean its gotta be easier if the lady taking out the stitches looks like Mr. Bean or someone foolish like that.
So anyway... its not an ugly nurse. It ends up being the late 20's / early 30's nurse that I kinda have a school girl crush on. But she's married or something like that. It was never meant to be. My god though... for the first time she's wearing clothes that show off her body. That's a damn nice ass she's hiding there. Her 6' frame doesn't make her any less attractive.
Anyway.... so I'm laying down in the treatment room and she comes up to me and says, "pull your pants down". Now I can feel the blood start a flowin' but I'm like, 'yo... only if she pulls em down for you' (she didn't)
So I pull my pants down to the stitches, exposing one of many inches (that rhymes). Her eyes lit up and after she regained consciousness, she began taking the stitches out. I think she flinched more than I did, but I digress... :)
All went well and I was good to go in a matter of minu... err.. HOURS BABY!!!!
Draw your own conclusions!
So anyway... its not an ugly nurse. It ends up being the late 20's / early 30's nurse that I kinda have a school girl crush on. But she's married or something like that. It was never meant to be. My god though... for the first time she's wearing clothes that show off her body. That's a damn nice ass she's hiding there. Her 6' frame doesn't make her any less attractive.
Anyway.... so I'm laying down in the treatment room and she comes up to me and says, "pull your pants down". Now I can feel the blood start a flowin' but I'm like, 'yo... only if she pulls em down for you' (she didn't)
So I pull my pants down to the stitches, exposing one of many inches (that rhymes). Her eyes lit up and after she regained consciousness, she began taking the stitches out. I think she flinched more than I did, but I digress... :)
All went well and I was good to go in a matter of minu... err.. HOURS BABY!!!!
Draw your own conclusions!
what's up with that?
Halloween is over, but the fear and horror still exists
How about being a single 25 year old guy (26 in 17 days!) with absolutely no prospects nor interest in attempting to speak to the opposite sex any further from here on?
Seriously though... why bother trying?
Every female who is roughly my age has this embedded fear of getting older and being alone and never having kids and never having a family, etc.... So crippling is this fear that hundreds of beautiful women choose to be with complete losers and total assholes, purely for the sake of 'having someone' so they aren't alone. Even if it means divorce later on in life. Its a risk they're willing to take.
Well I'm here to say, this crippling way of thinking screws nice guys like -This Guy- cuz I'm here, single as single gets, but can't even get a foot in the door because EVERY WOMAN I talk to has a boyfriend. It aggravates me sooooooooo much. I've tried the younger woman route and it ended in disaster, so now I want to try the 'mid-20's woman with her own life and prospering career' thing. As long as they aren't pro-marriage right away because of the previously spoken problem.
I don't think I've spoken to a woman in the last few months that didn't have a boyfriend. Hell, even all the ladies I met in Cuba had boyfriends... especially the one that I kinda fell for. She was so cute, nice, quirky, etc... but again, has a boyfriend and nothing can come of this strong attraction to her.
The other issue is that these god damn Torontonian bitches play games constantly.
'I looked.... don't look.... okay, look now...'
The next time a girl plays a game like that with me, they're gonna be stunned with the bird staring them in the face cuz Homie Don't Play That anymore.
I have developed a system to combat this kind of game playing. Its called 'The Bashtard Fuck You System'©. If you think you're getting three strikes, you're in a dream world. Depending on what she's worth (80g'z or so) than she MAY get a second strike, but this is like the CFL baby. Two and out!!
This system is in beta testing right now. Won't go live until all the bugs are worked out. I don't see any potential glitches but you know how things go sometimes, give the finger here, boyfriend kicks your ass there :)
Allz I can say to the ladies is... don't get on the banned list cuz you more than likely won't be able to email me to get off this one, unlike the banned assholes.
As part of the beta test however: bitchesbannedbybashtard@bashtard.com
How about being a single 25 year old guy (26 in 17 days!) with absolutely no prospects nor interest in attempting to speak to the opposite sex any further from here on?
Seriously though... why bother trying?
Every female who is roughly my age has this embedded fear of getting older and being alone and never having kids and never having a family, etc.... So crippling is this fear that hundreds of beautiful women choose to be with complete losers and total assholes, purely for the sake of 'having someone' so they aren't alone. Even if it means divorce later on in life. Its a risk they're willing to take.
Well I'm here to say, this crippling way of thinking screws nice guys like -This Guy- cuz I'm here, single as single gets, but can't even get a foot in the door because EVERY WOMAN I talk to has a boyfriend. It aggravates me sooooooooo much. I've tried the younger woman route and it ended in disaster, so now I want to try the 'mid-20's woman with her own life and prospering career' thing. As long as they aren't pro-marriage right away because of the previously spoken problem.
I don't think I've spoken to a woman in the last few months that didn't have a boyfriend. Hell, even all the ladies I met in Cuba had boyfriends... especially the one that I kinda fell for. She was so cute, nice, quirky, etc... but again, has a boyfriend and nothing can come of this strong attraction to her.
The other issue is that these god damn Torontonian bitches play games constantly.
'I looked.... don't look.... okay, look now...'
The next time a girl plays a game like that with me, they're gonna be stunned with the bird staring them in the face cuz Homie Don't Play That anymore.
I have developed a system to combat this kind of game playing. Its called 'The Bashtard Fuck You System'©. If you think you're getting three strikes, you're in a dream world. Depending on what she's worth (80g'z or so) than she MAY get a second strike, but this is like the CFL baby. Two and out!!
This system is in beta testing right now. Won't go live until all the bugs are worked out. I don't see any potential glitches but you know how things go sometimes, give the finger here, boyfriend kicks your ass there :)
Allz I can say to the ladies is... don't get on the banned list cuz you more than likely won't be able to email me to get off this one, unlike the banned assholes.
As part of the beta test however: bitchesbannedbybashtard@bashtard.com
what's up with that?
Chica and myself are out for our usual night of dinner, dancing and a little sumin' sumin' afterwards
While driving in the Hamilton core (right in the armpit) I pull up beside a navy blue Escalade at a stop light. I'm planning on doing the usual 'speed up and cut in front' once the light goes green cuz I have a parked car in my lane beyond the light.
.... LIGHT GOES GREEN AND I TAKE OFF!!!! (ala Chappelle)
I pulled ahead and was just about to shift over a lane when the (pardon the language) god damn fucking piece of white trash asshole in the Escalade decides to gun it and cut ahead of me before I can shift. Only problem with that is I'm getting very close to the parked car, VERY FAST. That fucking white trash hick forces me to hammer the brakes and make an evasive maneuver as not to smash the parked car and JUST MISS the bumper of the Escalade when cutting behind him.
....and he did all of that for what you ask??
I have no god damn idea, but you can be sure that he (or she possibly) wasn't going to have another altercation with -This Guy-
They wouldn't even come close to my car afterwards... and since I'm not the type to slow down and bitch at someone, I just kept on driving.
Of course there was the obvious consoling of Chica after an incident like that. Worry not folks, was able to ease all her stress with a little bit of.... hmmm... we'll keep that between Chica and myself (a man never asks, a lady never tells)
Conclusion:
People in Hamilton should stop drinking that Hard Water
So remember kids, play safe and have fun!
While driving in the Hamilton core (right in the armpit) I pull up beside a navy blue Escalade at a stop light. I'm planning on doing the usual 'speed up and cut in front' once the light goes green cuz I have a parked car in my lane beyond the light.
.... LIGHT GOES GREEN AND I TAKE OFF!!!! (ala Chappelle)
I pulled ahead and was just about to shift over a lane when the (pardon the language) god damn fucking piece of white trash asshole in the Escalade decides to gun it and cut ahead of me before I can shift. Only problem with that is I'm getting very close to the parked car, VERY FAST. That fucking white trash hick forces me to hammer the brakes and make an evasive maneuver as not to smash the parked car and JUST MISS the bumper of the Escalade when cutting behind him.
....and he did all of that for what you ask??
I have no god damn idea, but you can be sure that he (or she possibly) wasn't going to have another altercation with -This Guy-
They wouldn't even come close to my car afterwards... and since I'm not the type to slow down and bitch at someone, I just kept on driving.
Of course there was the obvious consoling of Chica after an incident like that. Worry not folks, was able to ease all her stress with a little bit of.... hmmm... we'll keep that between Chica and myself (a man never asks, a lady never tells)
Conclusion:
People in Hamilton should stop drinking that Hard Water
So remember kids, play safe and have fun!
what's up with that?
what's up with that?
what's up with that?