what's up with that?
If your strategy for getting some 'play' involves looking, smiling, then avoiding... I'd suggest another strategy.
what's up with that?
what's up with that?
on National Geographic right now is the story of Ned Kelly. An outlaw who became popular for gun fights and humiliating the police in the early to mid 1800's.
Now you're wondering, "wtf is he posting bullshit like this for?"
Well... the cool and interesting part of where Ned Kelly was finally taken down and eventually executed link to my previous adventure in Australia.
Ned Kelly was finally captured in the small town of Glenrowan. This was the town that my friend and I had to get our fpos car towed to when our alternator died travelling from Sydney to Melbourne. Then the execution part.. while in Melbourne I went to visit the Old Melbourne Gaol (jail) and there was a Ned Kelly exhibit, including where he was hung, in what cell he was kept, along with articles and captions of his early 1800 antics.
That was a cool reminder of the fun I actually had when I was 'down unda'
Now you're wondering, "wtf is he posting bullshit like this for?"
Well... the cool and interesting part of where Ned Kelly was finally taken down and eventually executed link to my previous adventure in Australia.
Ned Kelly was finally captured in the small town of Glenrowan. This was the town that my friend and I had to get our fpos car towed to when our alternator died travelling from Sydney to Melbourne. Then the execution part.. while in Melbourne I went to visit the Old Melbourne Gaol (jail) and there was a Ned Kelly exhibit, including where he was hung, in what cell he was kept, along with articles and captions of his early 1800 antics.
That was a cool reminder of the fun I actually had when I was 'down unda'
how hard is it to find mp3s for this band?? ..impossible
mood: Cool
music playing: Edie Brickell and the New Bohemians - Circle
what's up with that?
I think I've found the light, my calling if you will. I was meant to be a gigalo.
Makes sense.. my favourite song growing up was David Lee Roth's "Just a Gigalo".
One of my co-workers was describing an incident that happened with his friend and a young lady whom he had met on the subway. Upon exiting, he gave her a slip of paper with his phone number and said, "call me some time". Which she did and asked him up front, "wanna fuck".
I'm sure it didn't happen quite as I was told. There had to have been some kind of exaggeration to the story. No guy would tell the absolute truth. They'd be like me and try to make yourself seem even more of a stud than you already are.
Back to the point....
The next time I'm anywhere and an attractive woman is making an effort to keep eye contact with me, I'm going to use the 'flip her my phone number' strategy and see what happens. I mean seriously, could that not sound anymore like something I would try?
Makes sense.. my favourite song growing up was David Lee Roth's "Just a Gigalo".
One of my co-workers was describing an incident that happened with his friend and a young lady whom he had met on the subway. Upon exiting, he gave her a slip of paper with his phone number and said, "call me some time". Which she did and asked him up front, "wanna fuck".
I'm sure it didn't happen quite as I was told. There had to have been some kind of exaggeration to the story. No guy would tell the absolute truth. They'd be like me and try to make yourself seem even more of a stud than you already are.
Back to the point....
The next time I'm anywhere and an attractive woman is making an effort to keep eye contact with me, I'm going to use the 'flip her my phone number' strategy and see what happens. I mean seriously, could that not sound anymore like something I would try?
what's up with that?
It was made official today with the signing of my John Hancock, I not only do Supervisor duties, but my actual job title is now 'Supervisor'.
That was 5 months... well 3 months over due since 2 months into being where I'm employed I was already doing supervisor work, but its not as if I had the leverage, or 'hand' if you will, to tell them to shove it back then when I was 'without raise' and 'without title' for what I was actually doing. Now I have my raise (don't act please... it saddens me) and my new title and my new responsibilities. I plan to overwhelm myself with work, much like I have in the past, as to give me the ability to ignore the rest of my annoyances. I'd rather keep busy and not have dwell on life's little whatevers.
Anyhoo...
Starting April 1st I get what I believe is full benefits (better than LOOK) and Lisa can finally get her braces!! Oh wait... that's Grimm who needs to be saying that. The benefits will land me, at least for now, my medication expenses paid for. Which with the rise in inflation, and the ever uncertainty of our dollar has.... BLAH... my pills are an annoying $60 paid quarterly. So I save that money and actually thinking about it again, I can go to the dentist for the first time in ages. I know what you're thinking, "that's gross" but I say humbug to your thinking because at age 26 I still have yet to develop a cavity. All other dental issues have already been taken care of. You are correct in thinking that my teeth are the only part of me that seems to be indestructible.
All of this is a positive lead towards what will be the most painful experience of my life (shoulder surgery). Maybe I can keep my brain thinking enough to forget about the pain. Here's hoping!
That was 5 months... well 3 months over due since 2 months into being where I'm employed I was already doing supervisor work, but its not as if I had the leverage, or 'hand' if you will, to tell them to shove it back then when I was 'without raise' and 'without title' for what I was actually doing. Now I have my raise (don't act please... it saddens me) and my new title and my new responsibilities. I plan to overwhelm myself with work, much like I have in the past, as to give me the ability to ignore the rest of my annoyances. I'd rather keep busy and not have dwell on life's little whatevers.
Anyhoo...
Starting April 1st I get what I believe is full benefits (better than LOOK) and Lisa can finally get her braces!! Oh wait... that's Grimm who needs to be saying that. The benefits will land me, at least for now, my medication expenses paid for. Which with the rise in inflation, and the ever uncertainty of our dollar has.... BLAH... my pills are an annoying $60 paid quarterly. So I save that money and actually thinking about it again, I can go to the dentist for the first time in ages. I know what you're thinking, "that's gross" but I say humbug to your thinking because at age 26 I still have yet to develop a cavity. All other dental issues have already been taken care of. You are correct in thinking that my teeth are the only part of me that seems to be indestructible.
All of this is a positive lead towards what will be the most painful experience of my life (shoulder surgery). Maybe I can keep my brain thinking enough to forget about the pain. Here's hoping!
I need the following:
a. to move out
b. a new(er) car
c. a purpose
By no means am I depressed or even gloomy to be honest. More along the lines of 'tired of it all'. As Mötley Crüe once put it, "change, now its time for change".
In order of importance...
a. to move out because I've done the live at home thing for way too long and I'm following the path of a cousin of mine who has fallen the way of a mental breakdown. My problem is that I refuse to move out and live alone. What's the point of living alone in an over priced closet? (Ask Grimm about living in a closet) I would rather have a roommate, especially since 'plans' have been in the works for ages. 802.11g FOR FUCK SAKES. Problem is that my potential roommate is none too good at saving money and his employment status is flakey at best.
b. a new car. How long can someone drive a car that every time driven makes your back hurt even more than the last time you took that 5 min drive home? Plus, it is long in the tooth and not worth the time and effort to maintain it. If I were still 19 my opinion would be different I'm sure... but I am no longer 19 and I have different needs now. I need a car that is comfortable and one that I like, rather than the 'gets me from A - B' style. By no means is there anything wrong with my car, I'm just done with it. The love affair is over.
c. a purpose. This seriously can't be all there is. There has to be more than just this. Nuff said.
"Hey look... jcloth is bitching about his life yet AGAIN!"
What's up with that?
a. to move out
b. a new(er) car
c. a purpose
By no means am I depressed or even gloomy to be honest. More along the lines of 'tired of it all'. As Mötley Crüe once put it, "change, now its time for change".
In order of importance...
a. to move out because I've done the live at home thing for way too long and I'm following the path of a cousin of mine who has fallen the way of a mental breakdown. My problem is that I refuse to move out and live alone. What's the point of living alone in an over priced closet? (Ask Grimm about living in a closet) I would rather have a roommate, especially since 'plans' have been in the works for ages. 802.11g FOR FUCK SAKES. Problem is that my potential roommate is none too good at saving money and his employment status is flakey at best.
b. a new car. How long can someone drive a car that every time driven makes your back hurt even more than the last time you took that 5 min drive home? Plus, it is long in the tooth and not worth the time and effort to maintain it. If I were still 19 my opinion would be different I'm sure... but I am no longer 19 and I have different needs now. I need a car that is comfortable and one that I like, rather than the 'gets me from A - B' style. By no means is there anything wrong with my car, I'm just done with it. The love affair is over.
c. a purpose. This seriously can't be all there is. There has to be more than just this. Nuff said.
"Hey look... jcloth is bitching about his life yet AGAIN!"
What's up with that?
what's up with that?
haven't had a good "what's up with that?" lately
mood: meh
music playing: Insane Clown Posse - Another Love Song
what's up with that?
My mother (who's house I was only VISITING at the time) mentions to me as I'm on my way out... "should the antenna be touching the hydro wire?" I'm like, "that's not the hydro, that's the phone line we got installed years ago." I decide to take a glance at it anyway since it seems to be leaning a little bit. Thank god I did check, cuz it was one phone cord away from being toppled over onto our driveway.
This is one of those ghetto old school antennas people had back in the days before cable. We still have it up because we mount the digital TV/Internet combo antenna on it. The antenna is also two full 20 ft. lengths (that's almost 45 ft.) and it would have caused some bad ass damage to the house.
(insert Macgyver) -- some rope and electrical core is all I needed
I find some rope (not too thick either) and think of drastic plan to save it from its twisted steel fate. Now I need is something heavy to launch the rope with... MY DOGS BALL!! Let me tell you that had to be the most annoying part of it. Any time I flinched, my dog thought it was a game (yay) and was driving me INSANE!!!! He's so cute :)
Took me almost 2 hours in the gusting wind because I was 12 feet high on a ladder but I tied that sucker so secure that she ain't going anywhere till a permanent solution can be found. The rope over the house to the wooden grapevine over our patio and some electrical cord wrapped around a tree. Lemme see Richard Dean Anderson do any better.
This is one of those ghetto old school antennas people had back in the days before cable. We still have it up because we mount the digital TV/Internet combo antenna on it. The antenna is also two full 20 ft. lengths (that's almost 45 ft.) and it would have caused some bad ass damage to the house.
(insert Macgyver) -- some rope and electrical core is all I needed
I find some rope (not too thick either) and think of drastic plan to save it from its twisted steel fate. Now I need is something heavy to launch the rope with... MY DOGS BALL!! Let me tell you that had to be the most annoying part of it. Any time I flinched, my dog thought it was a game (yay) and was driving me INSANE!!!! He's so cute :)
Took me almost 2 hours in the gusting wind because I was 12 feet high on a ladder but I tied that sucker so secure that she ain't going anywhere till a permanent solution can be found. The rope over the house to the wooden grapevine over our patio and some electrical cord wrapped around a tree. Lemme see Richard Dean Anderson do any better.
like sands through the hour glass...
mood: Confused
music playing: Static In Stereo - Before My Time
...so are the days of working with McFly
The suggestion of "do not mix business with pleasure" couldn't be any more accurate. "Pleasure" in this sense meaning 'a friend'. I don't regret for a second helping any of my friends find employment, but McFly seems to get off on making the work day just that more controversial. Dare I say a word at work because it is almost certainly met with some kind of anti-jcloth rebuttal. Even if the rebutal makes no sense, it makes sense to McFly. If you have not concluded as of yet, I am the enemy.
When did this 'jcloth is the enemy' thing begin?? I do not know myself, but to say it isn't annoying would be a total fabrication.
I fear that its a power struggle of the sexes. One which I can only come out on top of.... you know... cuz its me :) There has been a shift in status at work which lands the weaker sex in power during the late shift. Not McFly, but she is on the 'girl power' kick for sure.
I am also 'of power' but try to leave it to the weaker sex on those days. It is hard, believe me. There are times when I need to put my foot down, but I do try to 'step off' and accept the learning curve of the weaker sex. The weaker sex does not have the experience and the decisions make less than a lot of sense, but... equality I guess.
McFly is so, nay I say 'bitchy' lately that I could see a complaint be filed against myself as repayment for the opportunity at employment. Who knows... maybe McFly will clue in at some point that I could give a rat's about this position.
The suggestion of "do not mix business with pleasure" couldn't be any more accurate. "Pleasure" in this sense meaning 'a friend'. I don't regret for a second helping any of my friends find employment, but McFly seems to get off on making the work day just that more controversial. Dare I say a word at work because it is almost certainly met with some kind of anti-jcloth rebuttal. Even if the rebutal makes no sense, it makes sense to McFly. If you have not concluded as of yet, I am the enemy.
When did this 'jcloth is the enemy' thing begin?? I do not know myself, but to say it isn't annoying would be a total fabrication.
I fear that its a power struggle of the sexes. One which I can only come out on top of.... you know... cuz its me :) There has been a shift in status at work which lands the weaker sex in power during the late shift. Not McFly, but she is on the 'girl power' kick for sure.
I am also 'of power' but try to leave it to the weaker sex on those days. It is hard, believe me. There are times when I need to put my foot down, but I do try to 'step off' and accept the learning curve of the weaker sex. The weaker sex does not have the experience and the decisions make less than a lot of sense, but... equality I guess.
McFly is so, nay I say 'bitchy' lately that I could see a complaint be filed against myself as repayment for the opportunity at employment. Who knows... maybe McFly will clue in at some point that I could give a rat's about this position.
there have been a few complaints of the pile since i last decided to rewrite the rewrite. i'm here to update everyone that today i decided to rewrite the rewrite, making this the rewrite of the rewrite of the rewrite. i think this is the best rewrite i have written and should confuse the hell out of those damn hotlinkers :)
actually... i just changed an [R] to an [L] but the rewrite works so much better now!!
good day
actually... i just changed an [R] to an [L] but the rewrite works so much better now!!
good day
"da black man... doan keep da black man down my frien"
Those were some of the words uttered to me by some absolutely insane guy on the way from my car to class last night.
Walking out of the parking lot, I'm confronted by a man who feels the need to continually point out the fact that he's black and that I shouldn't be 'keeping him down'. In the process, I should also give him a dollar. You know, cuz it only makes sense to give charity to a black man in efforts to stop me from 'keeping him down'. So now I'm walking to class. He follows, showing me that he found pages from 'the good book' in the bus terminal then appeared to offer them to me for a dollar. To which I remarked, "the lord isn't asking you to sell that for a dollar is he?" (keeping in mind he is talking over me and about 3x as much)
He wasn't too amused by that comment.. even going to the point of saying I insulted him. You know.. "keepin da black down" as he said for the millionth time. All this time walking very close to me, bumping into me as we walk. If he was trying to pick pocket, he was pretty disappointed that I refused to take my hands out of my pockets. Not a verbal refusal though. More one of those, 'i am walking like this, fuck off' kinda refusals.
Finally I decide on a new tactic... "why are you bringing colour into this? You're a man. I don't walk around saying I'm a white man"
At that point I kinda stumpted him. He tried to bring up the colour thing again but I kept returning with "drop the colour barrier, you're a man like me".
He almost followed Vinnie and myself into the school till he finally decided to get lost and bother the next cracka ass cracka that walks by... and hopefully one not so mouthy like myself :)
Those were some of the words uttered to me by some absolutely insane guy on the way from my car to class last night.
Walking out of the parking lot, I'm confronted by a man who feels the need to continually point out the fact that he's black and that I shouldn't be 'keeping him down'. In the process, I should also give him a dollar. You know, cuz it only makes sense to give charity to a black man in efforts to stop me from 'keeping him down'. So now I'm walking to class. He follows, showing me that he found pages from 'the good book' in the bus terminal then appeared to offer them to me for a dollar. To which I remarked, "the lord isn't asking you to sell that for a dollar is he?" (keeping in mind he is talking over me and about 3x as much)
He wasn't too amused by that comment.. even going to the point of saying I insulted him. You know.. "keepin da black down" as he said for the millionth time. All this time walking very close to me, bumping into me as we walk. If he was trying to pick pocket, he was pretty disappointed that I refused to take my hands out of my pockets. Not a verbal refusal though. More one of those, 'i am walking like this, fuck off' kinda refusals.
Finally I decide on a new tactic... "why are you bringing colour into this? You're a man. I don't walk around saying I'm a white man"
At that point I kinda stumpted him. He tried to bring up the colour thing again but I kept returning with "drop the colour barrier, you're a man like me".
He almost followed Vinnie and myself into the school till he finally decided to get lost and bother the next cracka ass cracka that walks by... and hopefully one not so mouthy like myself :)
"I AM NOT A CROOK" -- Richard Nixon
... that point where you just can't hold it in any longer.
Now I'm not talking about washroom breaks here, cuz we've all had close calls on those!! I mean having something in you that you've needed to say, nay.. express to someone but were too damn shy or fearful that the expression might not reveal the desired result.
As of 11:25am today I decided to take the plunge and just to go for it. I obviously hope it works out in my favour... hell I FUCKING PRAY IT DOES... but even if it doesn't, I feel so much better that I was finally able to tell this person the way I felt because these thoughts and feelings couldn't remained bottled up inside of me any longer. My heart just couldn't take the torture.
She is a very special woman who means so much to me, but I do respect the decision which ever way it goes. However, she could make me one of the happiest men on earth if the decision were to go in my favour. I will cross my fingers and hope that my geniune feelings were able to touch her in a way that she might look my direction for the future.
Here's hoping!
Now I'm not talking about washroom breaks here, cuz we've all had close calls on those!! I mean having something in you that you've needed to say, nay.. express to someone but were too damn shy or fearful that the expression might not reveal the desired result.
As of 11:25am today I decided to take the plunge and just to go for it. I obviously hope it works out in my favour... hell I FUCKING PRAY IT DOES... but even if it doesn't, I feel so much better that I was finally able to tell this person the way I felt because these thoughts and feelings couldn't remained bottled up inside of me any longer. My heart just couldn't take the torture.
She is a very special woman who means so much to me, but I do respect the decision which ever way it goes. However, she could make me one of the happiest men on earth if the decision were to go in my favour. I will cross my fingers and hope that my geniune feelings were able to touch her in a way that she might look my direction for the future.
Here's hoping!