Tuesday, November 25, 2008

quote of the moment

"For some people, finding that special someone is as simple and easy as saying 'here, kitty kitty' "

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Dollar Store Pregnancy Test

I can't even believe that this is actually an issue, but on free cycle I saw this:
Offer 9 Dollar Store Brand pregnancy tests.
Okay, I know we all love to be cheap bastards and buy from the dollar store, but there are just some things that are worth ACTUALLY PAYING THE MONEY for the quality, and pregnancy tests are ONE OF THEM. Think of this, the lady doesn't know if she's going to be pregnant or not, and if one of these cheap things gives an inaccurate result, that could really screw with her day.
Really, this could mean the difference between "I'm off the hook for not using a condom and I'm off the hook" for a guy and "Oh shit, I'm a new daddy!".
In fact, it's just as stupid as contraceptives being sold there.
What's next? Dollar store birth control pills? Dollar store condoms?
Jeez. This is beyond Ridiculous!

Wednesday, October 22, 2008

some email i recieved

This is bullshit
Don't heed the email if you get this

On December 24, 2006 at 8 o'clock in
the morning, a young 14 year old boy
by the name of Scott Jackson was found
dead. Doctors couldn't come up with
cause of his death. His mother checked
his emails to see if she could figure
out what happened. Turns out he was
still signed into MySpace. She found
he had gone to sleep after he read and
didn't re post a chain letter about a
little girl that kills you in your
sleep with no natural cause of death.

This is the bulletin he read:

My name is Ofelia Heras. I'm 16 years
old. I'm a murderer. I have no face.
When you look at me you'll die
immediately.You have 900 seconds to
re post this or I will visit you.

Come on, the doctors couldn't determine the COD?
What? They took him to some HMO or something?
Or was it some incompetent fucktard in Georgia or Arkansas?
Maybe it was Governor Palin doing the autopsy.
Yeah, in the game of bullshit bingo, my card is full, and I have no recourse but to scream "bullshit" as loud as I can.
Some 16 year old is not going to visit me. Ooh Im scared. NOT
I'd be more scared if some 5'10 pissed off Aries chick visited me from my past.
(or possibly Stephen Harper telling me he wanted me to be a conservative. But then I would die because I'd rather kill myself than work for HIM. hehehe)
think before you react to this wanton bullshit, people.
That is all.
And if I die, everyone that I don't like are cordially invited to go fuck themselves.
They know who they are, so there.
Oh yeah, I still like she who will not be named and wish she was single and also think Sarah Palin is a moronic bitch. That and I hate the majority of the people who are genetically related to me.
Goodnight and God help America.

Wednesday, October 15, 2008

ok. clusterf*() 2008

That's what I call the election, because the idiot knob-gobbler, Ass kisser "Harper" has won a strong minority. To win a majority in the house of commons, you need 155 seats. Well, this son of a bitch and his party won 143 seats, yes people that is 12 shy of the goddamn majority. Everyone is bitching about how "we hate Harper" and yet like fucking sheep here we are again at the altar of the Antichrist, sending our virgins up as sacrifices; or as other people would call the "altar of the Antichrist", the office of the prime minister. I have to seriously ask any Canadians who voted him and his monkeys in the following question : WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU IDIOTS?!?!?! Didn't you see him ruin the economy and cut the arts programs?! Next up there goes the welfare and disability down the shitter as well as anything else he doesn't give a fuck about. Better hope to hell there's a leadership summit in his party or else we'll all have collective splinters from the broom handles in our asses.
Sick and disgusted.

Tuesday, October 14, 2008

laptop repair

The second power supply (external) had failed. I finally got some electrical tape to repair a lamp, and once I had that patched up I had the idea to patch the power device using the tape I got from the dollar store. It works because I was able to tape the chord to the box. The only reason it failed in the first place is a mouse had chewed through it. It's now insulated and the laptop is charging. There's a plus side after all. So, despite the fact that I had the abysmal task of voting, the day turned out to be rather well.

Thursday, October 9, 2008

My room is finally clean

For those of you who actually happen to give a rat's ass and read this blog, you've seen the before pics, now I proudly present to you the result of all of my hard work.
Yes, not only did I vacuum, but also mopped the floor as well. I happen to take pride in a job well done. Next task, organizing the stuff I didn't throw away and doing some laundry.
Here are the pics from that.
By the way, it took me at least a couple of days to get this room clean as it was in bad shape. I missed out on church since I stayed up late saturday night trying to work on starting the cleaning of my room.
I am willing to bet that the priest in my church was pissed off or at least minorly irked.
Well that's it for now. see you all in the funny pages.


Wednesday, October 8, 2008

Progress on my room

I haven't been updating lately and these pictures illistrate why in a sense.
My room has actually improved, believe it or not, and there are many garbage bags full of evidence to that effect. I will as usual, update you when I feel like it, so until then, see you later.

Friday, October 3, 2008

Thursday, September 25, 2008

There's actually a Town called Fucking. That and my motherboard fucking died on me today!

Warning, this contains vulgar content.
Reader discretion advised.

First of all, my pc's motherboard went to shit today and I am using my laptop instead.
I got it back because the guy hadn't needed it due to having a better board.
I guess the motto here is offer up your motherboard and generously give two spare monitors away to people who need them and the reward is a fried mother-fucking-board.
Just great. Now I get to go motherboard searching and hope to hell I don't get a shit one at least until I can afford a good one that isn't in danger of crapping out in mere months. Lovely.
On the plus side, I have this here lovely laptop and by the way my priest is going to be returning with his family god willing on Oct 1st.
Good to see people can beat a liver infection.
And before you go snickering, he's not catholic and hardly drinks, he's married for fuck's sake.
Oh yeah, there's this village in Austria that's actually called...
Brace yourselves, nuggets...

Don't believe me? fine, here's a link!

I know! I'm as shocked as you!
At least I now have a social excuse to say fucking wherever I want (not that I need one anyway).
"Where ya from?"
"Fucking where?"
"Fucking Austria"
Or if I said
"Fucking Austria"
and someone replied
"Hey, don't slander Austria, I'm from there"
"Yeah and I'm from fucking Austria. Fucking is my town, where the motto is 'fuck you'. I gotta live up to my town's rep."
Maybe that's not the motto, maybe the motto is "Let's all fuck something" or "Today's a great day for fucking in fucking Austria".
How dd a town get a name like that?
Jeez, maybe if they had more cold showers, it'd be renamed "cold shower" Austria.
But no, they're too busy fucking each others' brains out to do that.
Well, with that its a good day to be alive I guess.
Keep sharp, good hunting and get the fuck out of my briefing room.

Tuesday, September 23, 2008


A woman takes a lover home during the day, while her husband is at work. Unbeknownst to her, her 9 year old son was hiding in the closet. Her husband comes home unexpectedly, so she puts the lover in the closet with the little boy.

The little boy says, "Dark in here."
The man says, "Yes it is."
Boy- "I have a baseball."
Man- "That's nice."
Boy- "Want to buy it?"
Man- "No, thanks."
Boy- "My dad's outside."
Man- "OK, how much?"
Boy- "$250."

In the next few weeks, it happens again that the boy and the mom's lover are in the closet together.

Boy- "Dark in here."
Man- "Yes, it is."
Boy- "I have a baseball glove."
The lover, remembering the last time, asks the boy, "How much?"
Boy- "$750."
Man- "Fine."

A few days later, the father says to the boy, "Grab your glove. Let's go outside and toss the baseball back and forth."
The boy says, "I can't. I sold them."
The father asks, "How much did you sell them for?"
The son says "$1,000."
The father says, "That's terrible to overcharge your friends like that. That is way more than those two things cost. I'm going to take you to church and make you confess."

They go to church and the father makes the little boy sit in the confession booth and he closes the door.

The boy says, "Dark in here."
The priest says, "Don't start that sh*t again."

divorce cake

Honestly, I thought I had seen it all, but this both literally and figuratively takes the respective cake.

Sunday, September 21, 2008

One hole behind you

A man playing on a new golf course got confused as to what hole he was on. He saw a lady playing ahead of him. He walked up to her and asked if she knew what hole he was playing. She replied, "I'm on the 7th hole, and you're a hole behind me, so you must be on the 6th hole." He thanked her and went back to his golf.

On the back nine, the same thing happened, and he approached the lady again with the same request. She said, "I'm on the 14th, you are a hole behind me, so you must be on the 13th." Once again he thanked her.

He finished his round and went into the club house and saw the lady sitting at the end of the bar. He went up to her and said, "Let me buy you a drink to show my appreciation for your help." He started a conversation and asked her what kind of work she did. She said she was in sales, and he said he was in sales also. He asked what she sold.

She replied, "If I told you, you would only laugh."

"No, I wouldn't," he said.

She said, "I sell tampons."

With that he fell on the floor laughing so hard.

She said, "See, I knew you would laugh."

"That's not what I'm laughing at," he replied. "I'm a toilet paper salesman, so I'm STILL one hole behind you!"

Friday, September 19, 2008

pics of the moment

I thought they were funny

Monday, August 4, 2008

Saturday, August 2, 2008


It seems to get me into trouble more often than it's worth, but damn it; It's part of who I am. I shouldn't have to change that just to accommodate people, that's fake.
Its akin to lying, and I'm not a liar.
What the hell do people expect from me these days?
Why the hell should I be a kiss ass or accommodating to people that are just plain demanding?
What kind of society is this where nobody seems to get that I'm not a human fucking doormat?
I'm not going to lie to you or placate you in any way shape or form.
get used to it or get the hell out of my face.
I'm tired of all the social graces and insincere bullshit from people I will never talk to.

Saturday, July 5, 2008

my explanation

For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son,[a] that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life.-john 3:16
Fred Phelps and the like obviously forget this passage when bashing people who are lesbian or gay or bisexual or transgender.
They use other verses to justify hatred.
Well, I say that whatever issues someone has to deal with is between them and God.
That means that based on this, I can say God loves us all.
Jesus was an outcast who also hung around outcasts.
Christians tend to forget the age old "judge not lest you be judged" and "let he who is without sin cast the first stone".
I say this because one on hand, they are quick to cast out someone as being immoral and have things to deal with themselves.
If God loves you, then as a good example, you had better be willing to love someone else even if you don't agree with the kind of person that they are.
Otherwise, you are being a hypocrite and a crappy example.
I've done it, and honestly; so have you.
I'm just willing to be honest about the fact that I have discriminated against various people for not fitting my expectations.
So, get your own house in order before trying to fix someone else's.
I frankly wish that churches had more people from the LBGT communities so they could learn compassion first hand.
I am not LBG or T, but I would want to think that the church could be more than an exclusionist club.
Jesus didn't say "fuck off, you're a tax collector" (they weren't particularly liked then) or "you're a filthy prostitute". But invited them to sit and eat with him since he loved everyone.
Christians are followers of christ.
So, set a better example or you might as well just form the "asshole club" it would be more honest.

mastercard commercial that made me laugh

funny picture

Friday, July 4, 2008


i got from a page and thought I would share with you all.
The convert.
Martin Lewis converts and becomes a priest.
He give his first Mass in front of a number of high ranking priests who came for the occasion. At the end of the new priest's sermon, a cardinal goes up to congratulate him. "Pastor Lewis," he said, "That was very well done, you were just perfect. But next time, please don't start your sermon with, "Fellow Goyim..."

a beautiful blonde was driving outside athens and
her car breaks down suddenly.

then two greek guys approach her yannis and tassos
and ask her if she needs help .

she says yeah please it doesnt run.

tassos makes a signal to yannis and tell her ,

well we can fix your car but if you agree to have
sex with us ...!
she says are U crazzy but then she thinks if
they dont fix her car somebody else might come
and rape her anyhow .

then she says okay guys but under one condition
you have to use condom and leave the condom on...!
otherwise I will get pregnant...

tassos and yannis look at eachother since they never
heard of such thing called condom , they say okay.

so she put on both condoms and have sex with them
and ofcourse they fix the car and she goes on.

after one week yannis calls tassos ,
hey tassos , I cannot stand it anymore ,
I will take that thing off ...
I dont care if she gets pregnant...!

In a train carriage there were a Greek man, a Turkish man, a spectacular looking blonde and a frightfully awful looking fat lady. After several minutes of the trip the train happens to pass through a dark tunnel, and the unmistakable sound of a slap is heard. When they leave the tunnel, the Turkish man had a big red slap mark on his cheek.(1) The blonde thought:- "That Turkish idiot wanted to touch me and by mistake, he must have put his hand on the fat lady, who in turn must have slapped his face".(2) The fat lady thought:- "This dirty old Turkish man laid his hands on the blonde and she smacked him".(3) The Turkish man thought:- "That stupid Greek man put his hand on that blonde and by mistake she slapped me".(4) The Greek man thought:- "I hope there's another tunnel soon so I can smack that Turko again".

'Twas The Night Before Finals
Posted by webmaster on 25-Nov-2003
2073 people have seen this joke.

'Twas the night before finals,
And all through the college,
The students were praying
For last-minute knowledge.

Most were quite sleepy,
But none touched their beds,
While visions of essays
Danced in their heads.

Out in the taverns,
A few were still drinking,
And hoping that liquor
Would loosen their thinking

In my own room,
I had been pacing,
And dreading exams
I soon would be facing.

My roommate was speechless,
His nose in his book,
And my comments to him
Drew unfriendly looks.

I drained all the coffee,
And brewed a new pot,
No longer caring
That my nerves were shot.

I stared at my notes,
But my thoughts were all muddy;
My eyes went a blur,
And I just couldn't study.

"Some pizza might help,"
I said with a shiver,
But each place I called
Refused to deliver.

I'd nearly concluded
That life was too cruel,
With futures depending
On grades earned in school.

When all of a sudden
Our door opened wide
And Patron Saint "Put-It-Off"
Ambled inside.

His spirit was careless,
His manner was mellow,
But summoning effort
He started to bellow:

"What kind of student
Would make such a fuss
To toss back at teachers
What they toss at us?

On Cliff Notes! On Crib Notes!
On Last Year's Exams!
On Wingit and Slingit,
And Last-Minute Crams!"

His message delivered,
He vanished from sight,
But we heard him laughing
Outside in the night:

"Your teachers have pegged you,
So just do our best...
Happy Finals to All,
And to All, a good test."

man walked into a crowded doctor's office. As he approached the desk, the receptionist asked "Yes, Sir. May we help you?"

"There's something wrong with my dick," he replied.

The receptionist became aggravated and said, "You shouldn't come into a crowded office and say things like that."

"Why not? You asked me what was wrong and I told you." he said.

"We do not use language like that here," she said. "Please go outside and come back in and say that there's something wrong with your ear or whatever."

The man walked out, waited several minutes and re-entered. The receptionist smiled smugly and asked, "Yes?"

"There's something wrong with my ear," he stated.

The receptionist nodded approvingly. "And what is wrong with your ear, Sir?"

"I can't piss out of it." the man replied.

Costume Party
Posted by phikapjames on 20-Jul-2004
2297 people have seen this joke.

One evening a husband and wife were about to go to a costume party. The wife knew her husband was going to be dressed like Gumby, but she hadn't chosen her costume yet. When it was time to leave for the party the wife decided she wanted to stay home, because of her awful headache. But she insisted that her husband still go and have fun.

After he left she layed down and took a nap. She woke up an hour later and felt good enough to go to the party. When she got there she saw her husband (the only man dressed like Gumby) flirting and dancing with many girls. She got very upset, and decided to "test" him. She approached him (he, of course doesn't recognise her). they started flirting and dancing. She was acting really sexual (for she knows it's her husband). Anyway, they end up having sex in the back of some car (no, he still does'nt realize who she is). When they're done he goes back to the party, but she races home. When at home she gets back in bed and starts reading a book (so as not to look suspicious). Not long after, he arrives home as usual. She asks him how the party went, and he replies "oh, you know, same old stuff. Me and the guys played cards and had a couple beers, but you gotta hear what happened to the guy who borrowed my costume...

Cop and the Kids
Posted by phikapjames on 20-Jul-2004
3323 people have seen this joke.

A policeman, patrolling near midnight at a local parking spot, saw a couple inside with the dome light on. There was a young man in the driver's seat reading a magazine and a young lady in the back seat knitting.

Stopping to investigate, he walked up to the driver's window and knocked. The young man looked up, cranked the window down, and said, "Yes, Officer?"

"What are you doing?" the policeman asked.

"Well, sir, I'm reading, and my girlfriend is knitting a sweater."

"How old are you, son?" the officer asked.

"I'm twenty," the boy replied, looking at his watch. "And in about twelve minutes, she'll be eighteen."

Posted by webmaster on 25-Nov-2003
5327 people have seen this joke.

This boy has just taken his girlfriend back to her home after being out together, and when they reach the front door he leans with one hand on the wall and says to her, "Sweetie, why don't you give me a blowjob?"

"What? You're crazy!" she said.

"Look, don't worry," he said. "It will be quick, I promise you."

"Nooooooo! Someone may see us, a neighbor, anybody..."

"At this time of the night no one will show up. Come on, sweetie, I really need it."

"I've already said NO, and NO is final!"

"Honey, it'll just be a really small blowie... I know you like it too."

"NO!!! I've said NO!!!"

Desperately, he says, "My love, don't be like that. I promise you I love you and I really need this blowjob."

At this moment the younger sister shows up at the door in her nightgown and her hair totally in disorder. Rubbing her eyes she says: "Dad says, 'Dammit, give him the blowjob or I'll have to blow him but for God's sake, tell your boyfriend to take his hand off the intercom button so the rest of the family can get some sleep.'"

Monday, June 23, 2008

Friday, June 20, 2008

Dixie Chicks

One thing that brought this to mind is that they were amongst the first celebrities in America to point out that George W, or "King Dubbya" is a schmuck for his war on Iraq. So, what happens? All of a sudden, "Good patriotic Americans" don't want them playing concerts in their hometown just because anyone who speaks ill of him is with the "bad guys". Give me an effing break here, I am thinking that its kind of ridiculous, when people get up the kind of stones it takes to write a group of people death threats just because they voice their shame and criticism of a political leader in a supposedly democratic country. Then in 2006, they come back with this song called "not ready to make nice" criticizing the war and these know nothing malakas who would tell them to shut up and sing or else. My view on this is that the country isn't yet ready to hear a strong opinioned woman telling the country its in a stupid pointless war for oil and money. Historically, war comes down to this. "You have something I want, so I'm going to send my guys to take it from you," and basically, its no better than rival mafia families trying to control a selected area in a battle over turf.
Except, this time; anyone that dares speak against it is a threat to national security and needs to be put in some deep dark place like Guantanamo bay, because they're obviously a "falafel eating terrorist". Although, personally I think terrorists eat at Macdonald's, since eating that crap would piss off even fred rogers if he were still alive.
Mostly, I hate country music, since the music has to do with boring crap that I couldn't be paid to listen to, the Dixie chicks make the exception to that rule because they said for Bush to essentially "sit and spin" on his foreign policy regarding Iraq, and refused to back down despite the pressure from the government, the media and crazy assed hillbillies wanting them dead.
I hope I find someone as unwavering in her opinions as Natalie Maines.
I don't see any harm in saying things like "I'm ashamed he's from Texas" "what a dumb f*ck" and "You're a dumb f*ck". My thoughts exactly are "Wow, she's from Texas! She obviously has some guts to say that, and she's smart enough to see the effing truth". Really, and honestly, THAT'S what its all about. TRUTH. George w Bush is now revealed to everyone who isn't an idiot as just that a "dumb f*ck".
I'm thinking that with all of the crap the Dixie chicks went through, there should be a follow up album with a title song called "I'm right and you all can suck it" or perhaps "Told you that no good bastard was a dumb f*ck" which would surprisingly fit into line with your traditional country song. All ya have to do is add a line about your dog running away and all, and its good to go.
So, despite all of those flag waving republicans still loyal to king George, I think that based on that, the Dixie chicks are the best band ever and if I actually believed in wasting money on concert tickets on any band, it would be them.
But I hate crowds. I'm not that eager to see people perform. Especially considering the pricks in my hometown. No thank you.
My final thought:
I hope I get a girlfriend who is just as outspoken as the lead singer for the Dixie chicks. That would be awesome.
Ironically enough, she's the first Libra woman I actually like.
(so, not all of them say "like" 50,000 times in a damned sentence.)
Well, I still want an Aries woman.
Someone with pent up hostility.
meh, I'm a sucker for punishment. hehehe
Until next time, take care of yourselves, and DON'T watch that douche bag Jerry Springer!

Thursday, June 19, 2008

Being in a fraternity makes you greek as much as being in a donut shop makes me a cop.

Yeah, vlakas; I just said it. Being a frat boy or a sorority girl who uses Greek letters as a slogan makes you maybe to the Greek community as a retarded cousin if that. But seriously, don't call yourself Greek if you speak English, drink and aren't orthodox. I know that fraternities do charity work and stuff, and they're not just out there to get wasted, but on the same token, if you want to call yourself a greek person, you had damned well be prepared to do some research about your past, your country from the classical era to the present one.
Know anything about the saints of the Greek Orthodox church? NO?
(All right then, most Greek Orthodox people don't either, anyway so that's not a demerit on your part)
My point is, don't call yourself something if you don't give a rat's ass about real culture.
Greek people of the modern era don't go around in f*cking togas and drink beer saying stupid idiotic things to other people.
Greek people go around in normal clothes and do that when there's a party.
But seriously, that's not all the time. They're not Irish. (kidding there)
Of course, not all Greeks smoke or drink.
I mean, I have heard of some fraternities that do some outlandish shit, and its worse than anything that happens at a Greek party. Why? Because those malakas can't handle their liquor and duct tape someone to a pole in their underwear in the middle of January.
What's the worst that's happened at a party at the community hall? Some person puked in the bathroom sink, and he wasn't even Greek.
My point in this long, drawn out commentary is; If you're gonna act like an idiot and call yourself Greek, at least learn the language.
Just because you belong to a fraternity and wear letters doesn't make you Greek.
If you can take those letters and write a sentence, than you might be.
Sure, every culture has its idiots, and Greek is no exception, but if you don't even learn the language, then you're just another Eglezo(English) wannabe.
Until next time,take care of yourselves and get me an ouzaki while you're at it.

l33t speak

Yes, you have probably run into it in it's various forms from the brain dead idiots out there if you use the internet. essentially, I am typing about those morons who think that "dose" is the correct way to say a word. My example here being "dose anyone have a problem with that?". Now, when I was a kid, and that word was encountered, usually after word, where would be something a kin to "three times daily for adults. once daily for children. consult poison control center if overdose occurs",or something to that effect. I wonder, who in their right mind would even think of putting idiotic crap such as this up? The worst kind of part to this is now, all of a sudden, people are not only using numbers in place of letters, but now when someone actually wants to correct them, they get called things such as "nerd" for God forbid wanting to sound like someone who can actually finish a coherent sentence without f*cking numbers!
I wasn't aware that in the post modern era, that the only criteria for being called a nerd is not sounding like a brain dead dumbass! And speaking of which, people use monikers such as "dum ass" "douc bag" "fagit" and "fuk". I have no problem with people swearing or throwing insults out there in the internet, but for the love of all that is sane and nice, spell your insults CORRECTLY, otherwise you're just going to be laughed at for the contrite lemming that you are. "Here's your dunce cap, now go back home, your village is missing its idiot!" is what I am compelled to want to say to people such as that. In a society where "like" is overused, and people say "your a dum ass" and "waht is ur probelm aswhole?" I tend to get a massive migrane.
So, my final thought is this (Yes in tradition of making fun of springer and to make a point at the same time): If you are going to interact with people online, first crack open a book, or READ SOMETHING online. YES READ, you heard me correctly.
Its because of this bullshit text messaging trend that people can't spell correctly.
So, once you do this, then come online. Otherwise, take your computer back to the damn store, get your money back and use it on text minutes for your cell phone.
I think that personally, I'm doing humanity a service here, since I don't want to be reading through this bastardization of the english language every goddamned time I go online to play a game or to chat on MSN. take care of yourselves and don't drink the kool aid.

Saturday, June 7, 2008

Saint Theresa's prayer

My mom sent me an email, and even though I don't believe in sending chain letters, I thought I would share it with my readers (Even if that doesn't fill my quota), and as such, took out the snippets such as "send this back to me";

I am picking 11 people who I think would want to receive this.

In case you are not aware, Saint Theresa is known as the Saint of the Little Ways, meaning she believed in doing the little things in life well and with great love.

She is represented by roses. May everyone who receives this message be blessed.

REMEMBER to make a wish before you read the prayer.

Prayer is one of the best free gifts we receive. Read the prayer below.

Saint Theresa's Prayer

May today there be peace within.
May you trust God that you are exactly where you are meant to be.
May you not forget the infinite possibilities that are born of faith.
May you use those gifts that you have received, and pass on the love that has been given to you.
May you be confident knowing you are a child of God. Let this presence settle into your bones, and allow your soul the freedom to sing, dance, praise and love.
It is there for each and every one of us.

Sunday, June 1, 2008


We as a society like to call ourselves an enlightened one, but I would argue that this assessment is nothing short of a steaming frakking pile of what the neighbor's dog left on the lawn. Look at how everyone who is labeled as "different" or non-conformist is treated in their everyday lives.
We have our autistic people, who are labeled as retards, despite the fact that they are ten times more intelligent than the average person, but happen to behave in ways that are contradictory to an orderly society.
As a person with Asperger's syndrome (as though I have some sort of disease that you can cure with antibiotics or something) I have been treated very poorly by society, who expects me to act like them, with their harsh judgments and hateful behavior.
So, I can say that being different, and being able to empathize with others who are picked on, I feel sorry for them.
For example, look at the transgendered individuals and how people treat them.
As walking, talking freak shows, just because we can't understand them.
Has it ever occurred to anybody that these people are still human despite the fact that they might not conform to society's expectations?
The reason I say this is because, I having Asperger's, can relate to the pain of being excluded in things for the way I have and will behave.
Now, the behaviors of those with Asperger's and those who are transgendered happen to differ; but the thing is both groups happen to deviate from a sociological norm.
Maybe the challenge before us as a people isn't to understand what makes men want to be women, or women want to be men, or even why those people with Asperger's happen to act "weird" and do crazy outlandish things that work for them, but scare the hell out of you.
Maybe the challenge is to simply accept "those people", as not "those people" (And I know we tend to label people we can't understand or tolerate with this label) but as your fellow humans and learn not only to live with them, but actually befriend them.
But not because they have a condition, God no.
Learn to think of people outside yourself who are different as learning opportunities for yourself.
That's the problem with society today, we could care less about the person next to us, and we look out for our own asses forsaking even our own family sometimes.
I'm not saying that transgendered and Asperger's have anything to do with one another except that both face scorning and ridicule by a society that can't accept or tolerate either.
The one thing that really pisses me off is the fact that people that get cast aside into the pit of obscurity are often the ones in our society who have the most to contribute, and if we saw past the hatred and fear, we'd get to enrich ourselves, rather than getting fat and lazy on the destructive programs such as dr phil, survivor, american/canadian/pop idol, and other shite out their to make us stop thinking for ourselves.
Is it then, a real wonder why we get blindsided and dumbfounded by lying politicians, crackpot assholes like in scientology, or advertisements that make people feel worthless for not buying their product?
In my not so humble opinion for what it's worth;
It doesn't, or at least shouldn't matter what your race, sexual orientation, mental status, gender identity, religion (even if you're ok with paying a shite load of money to rich people and losing it) is.
My take on it is if we're able to figure out that there is a God who gives half a damn about us, then this entity isn't going to hate anybody for being different.
My theory is, if God did, then God would make us all the same, or kill us all off, because let's face it; We're all different and equally as fucked up in our own little ways. The difference between you and me or you and someone with the wrong gender is you're accepted by society and accepted as normal, whereas the people with the wrong outfit for their assigned gender, or the people who say the inappropriate things that you don't want to hear (Asperger's)are frowned upon; and the way to cure them?
drugs! the shout of "be normal".
Well, I know that I don't have a surgery or treatment to make me like everyone else, and I'm glad that I don't because I like thinking for myself and asking people questions, even if they're difficult. Its good to think and use your brain for once.
As for those who do have a surgery option to make their situation better, whether born as men or women; why the hell is it an issue? Let them be who they want to be!
This affects you in no way, shape or form WHATSOEVER.
My problem, or so I've been told is I don't know how to say what's appropriate.
Translation: I think its a flaming load of crap to tell you what you want to hear if I think its a lie.
There are a lot of hate groups posing as good people.
Fred Phelps, anyone?
Seriously, as a Christian I think its just plain wrong to hide your hate behind your religion. But not just as a religion based person, but as a rational, thinking human, I think it is BS to say the least.
Its the same kind of thinking that got my cousin beat to within an inch of his life.
Humans are looking for reasons to hate each other, just look at the online games where people are divided into factions that can fight each other.
They don't get the fact that its just a damned game and that the people on that game have feelings too.
People on the same faction will treat each other like dog poo as well, heck, they never even heard of cooperation when competition will do just fine.
Love my neighbor? Don't think so, I'd rather expose him/her for the collosial douchebag/bitch that he/she is.
What do we as a people gain from spite?
Who the hell are we trying to impress?
please tell me what prize awaits the person who is the biggest asshole, because I want to know. Is it cash?! Is it that people will love you, ironically enough?
Bacause, it seems that the people that spew out the hate and violence against others are people looking for the same things. Love and acceptance from somewhere.
Well, you're not going to get them by putting a bullet in someone's head or spitting on them, now are you?
We need rational thought and clear minds.
So, switch off the idiot box known as the television; stop playing the video games for five minutes, and go out into the world and meet someone different than yourself.
Try to be friends, maybe?
I know its a stretch, but hey; if we reached for our goodwill as often as we reached for our foul words and weapons there would be less corpses and maybe more understanding and cooperation and maybe even less poverty in the world.
What have you done today?
What are you GOING TO DO today?

Tuesday, May 13, 2008


I had forgotten about Grace, and my mom's post made me feel guilty, so I messaged her with a belated greeting.
Its hard not to get emotional when I think of her and how she lost her son. One of few friends I had that wasn't judgmental. Shame he had to die when he was one of few people out there I could not only stand but get along with.
He had this enthusiasm that couldn't be matched in people that I know.
I don't get sentimental over much of anything, because once a person is dead, life has to go on.
This was one person that to this very day, I almost half expect him to say he was away somewhere and is back/ got married and started a family of his own.
I know rationally, that dead means never coming back, but I could never reconcile the death meaning that somebody good would be taken so early, while so many sadists get to continue.
I had to take a break to keep from crying while writing this short post.
He had muscular dystrophy, and gave wheelchair rides, and always had time to talk no matter how busy he was.
I think he was my first real friend, and since then I have a hard time thinking about it without losing my emotional control.
It's been 14 years, and I still feel this whenever I think of it.
God only knows how she feels, since he was her son.
Sorry if this sounds corny, but its what comes to mind.
He deserved better, and he never felt sorry for himself, which is more than I can say for a lot of people.
So, if he's not one of the first in line to see God and Jesus, then I'll be surprised, and shocked.
If more people had been like Richie, the world wouldn't be such a violent and hateful place with so many stupid senseless murders and violent crimes.
Just a thought to contend with.
Happy belated mother's day, Grace.
You and your son always were there to help my mother and I.
I thank you for this, and apologize for not remembering to wish you a happy mother's day earlier.

Friday, April 18, 2008

diarrhea in hottub

I usually behave myself but here is a funny video for your viewing.

Don't say I don't do anything for ya.

Saturday, April 12, 2008

My nan has been dead for Three years

Shit, I didn't think she would die. Its been three years and it is still hard as hell for me to accept the fact that she is dead, and no I am not hallucinating. One of the reasons I hate going near that damned building is that one of the things that isn't going to be the same or hasn't been the same for three years is the fact that she isn't going to be coming back anytime soon. Not in this lifetime,at least. Normally that shouldn't be something that really phases me. In fact I anticipated not really caring if it happened. Gods damn it, I was wrong (BSG reference here). I was totally unprepared for the emotional shock this would take for me. I thought I wouldn't cry, but while she was in pain, I did cry. I almost NEVER do that. I prefer to be in a state of emotional neutrality because that way, people don't use my emotions against me in some sort of a power play. I hate when people do that kind of thing. Yet, even though she wasn't even orthodox, the first thing I did was call my priest to come to the hospital. He was nice, and did what prayers he could do even though he couldn't give her last rites even if she was orthodox because of the frakking breathing tube.
She was in pain the last couple days of her life, and that bitch that I used to refer at one time as my "favorite aunt" didn't make things any easier. She tried to dictate terms, and belittle both my mother and I. I still have an axe to grind against her and one day hope to sue her into the poor house just to make a point. One example was how she said "that was nice calling your priest,but I don't think you should call him over here again". If nan hadn't been on her death bed, it was almost one of those times where you want to grab this woman who would dictate terms and ask her "now who in the hell died and put YOU in charge?". I knew that my so called family was not very close to us, but I still had my hopes. Well,that week and those days taught me a very valuable and very painful lesson. While some people think that family is the most important thing in your life, it isn't the lesson I learned. I learned that your so called family can turn on you in an instant and I ALSO LEARNED that I can trust one person beyond a reasonable doubt. That person is ME. I saw this aunt in her true mode, her selfish and hateful self came out in full force, and I saw the truth for what it was. So, what positive came out of this? Well, for one; I don't think I would ever have gotten to talking to my priest at all or knowing his wife and child if I hadn't decided to call him to come to the hospital or had called the pastor of the mennonite brethren church instead (I was transitioning from mennonite brethren to orthodox at the time and still was doing the catechism). Second, I remember that only days before, my uncle Libra (that's his sign, and he's the only Libra uncle) had been coming to visit and nan wanted to know if he and mom were here yet. I told her on the phone that I disliked the man because I didn't like people visiting and he was always trying to get me to "get a job and stuff". She told me some advice I will never forget. "You can't go through life without anybody or you'll die alone". She was always blunt and to the point, and I guess whenever I wasn't busy arguing with her on how wrong I thought she was, I got along with her. Especially when we had a common enemy to bitch about (IE that putrid bitch of an aunt who made us smoke on the porch or didn't let me watch science fiction because it was in her opinion "too violent").
Well, I know one thing; if I had known then what I know now, I probably still would have argued with Nan (I'm part Aries, after all) but I might have tried to be nicer to her and such. Not saying I would succeed, but maybe I wouldn't have insulted her ad hurt her feelings. (I honestly was under the impression that she HAD NONE, but I was wrong). Will I die without a shred of honor? Will my life amount to squat because of this? I honestly couldn't tell you.I think this is my way to try and say that despite the fact that we didn't get along, I cried at the funeral. The truth is, I cared for my nan very much, and our arguing was how we expressed ourselves. We were both very adamant in the fact that we enjoyed a good argument. This is also my way of saying she still is missed, and may she find the peace she deserves (if she's not trying to buy cheap smokes off of Jesus that is, heck even if she is, may she find it.).
Either way, I'm going to put in this post with some pictures of her that I took during our final impromptu visit to her place.

I'm going to end this entry with something else.
May the winds be at your back
May the sunlight never die
The people that actually give a frak
Still have tears flowing from their eyes
May a gentle breeze guide you to
where you must now be
and the lords of Kobol be waiting
When we next meet again

So say we all
So say we all
So say we all
So say we all

End blog entry

Thursday, April 10, 2008

I have good news

Sorry for the hiatus, but I didn't exactly feel like posting recently. My laptop keyboard was busted but now I have a replacement for it. I also happen to have a pc which cost me nothing, as I got both the case and processor/motherboard for free and was able to take my old 128mb video card from mom's machine. She recently gifted me with a 19 inch monitor which I am happy to report works perfectly, even though it hogs my desk space. Such a small price to pay for a better monitor for watching movies and playing games. All I need to do is get a better stick of ram for it, since I have 256mb. Not enough to play warcraft and mom will be borrowing my laptop.
Well, that's all I feel like typing about today, so keep yourselves tuned in for more updates when I feel like posting them.
That is all;
You are dismissed.

Sunday, March 23, 2008

funny pic

busted keyboard.posting a picture instead. picture=1000 words.Here's my quota then.
nuff said

Tuesday, March 18, 2008

Things that **** me off

This is something that just makes me insane with rage. My laptop is a thing that needs to be cool, lest it freeze up. Outside it is freezing. Inside, because of the neighbors (we control the heat for them too and they're on the cold side of the building) our heat is cranked up so hot that it's making our computers overheat. We have fans trained on them. My laptop froze a total of at least four times in ten minutes. This made me so irritable that I was screaming at the laptop. I actually considered giving it flying lessons, but that would get me nothing but a busted computer. I am at my wits end with this irony. If we could turn the heat down, we would. But the neighbor would be mad. So, here I am hoping that this thing doesn't freeze before I can finish the post. Just thought I would update because this is one thing that just fits the title I put here. comments? questions? leave em here. laters

Sunday, March 9, 2008

stoning and other atrocities.

I am dispensing a "knudsen warning" meaning some of the content in the blog is not suitable for everyone, but it does speak on a serious subject, so I am not going to avoid it either.


This is a practice that really angers me. They bury the person in sand so they can't move, and throw giant rocks 9and other harmful objects) at their head and torso. A woman can get stoned in some countries because she is not a virgin, even if someone else raped her. What in the hell is wrong with this picture? A lot is. Or if she dates someone that her family doesn't happen to approve of, they can get away with murdering her. Case in point; Greek culture (yeah I use that a lot, so what) is pretty strict (mostly) with the whole immigrant parents wanting to have their kids date orthodox people (sometimes, "you date a greek person"), but mostly what happens if a guy's daughter doesn't and he hates non-greeks is he glares at the eglezo for a few minutes and that's about it.no harm no foul. The non greek runs away or stands up to dad and if he does, the old guy decides that if he's gonna be the son in law, he's gonna be baptised orthodox (no way around that). But he doesn't make a target practice out of his daughter by making her a fucking pinata (sorry, but I feel strongly about this) for everyone to beat senselessly as if they were expecting candy to come out of her when they hit hard enough, or have the guy shot.
It isn't a quick or painless death, and shooting them is less sadistic.
The thing is, and I hope many of you already know this; Women aren't second class citizens. They should be treated as equals in every country because without them, men wouldn't exist. I find it ironic that these men have no respect for any of the women, considering one brought them to life. They and all men have the other gender to thank for living. So, why in these times is it socially acceptable to stone someone more because she's female? In places like India, its acceptable to treat women of lower castes with no regard for their well being or life.
A majority of the rape victims are minors that belong to India’s lower classes. Out of 1,217 cases of gang rape, 726 cases cited minor-aged girls who were victims. Take the case of 17 year old Kanchan, who was murdered after a gang rape as she was returning from school in Chakki Khamaria in the Chhindwara district on August 10, 2007. So far on this case police have only managed to arrest one person.
To put it into proper context, in the united states if more than two girls underage were going to report this kind of thing happening, even if it was merely one person, those people's "happy asses" would be under the jail, since it is a crime and would be punished. Now, they're looking at almost 3/4 of the cases being underage girls.
I'm sorry, but if this was the USA, or even Canada, or any other country that had a society with wealthy affluent people, this wouldn't be tolerated. If this happened to anyone in their prestigious upper caste, there would be cries for blood and justice.
I believe that Martin Luther King Jr put it best when he said that "injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere.
That's why we as a global society have to look out for other's human rights, lest we as a people lose them for ourselves.
So, I'm putting a couple of pics of the result of stoning up here.

some don't die.(Update:3/11/2008; Actually, I did some checking and she wasn't a stoning victim, but rather a victim of school violence. An equally important topic)

Others, like the teenager here, DO.

This is what happens when some people get out of hand. There are countless atrocities in the world and if we don't get off our collective asses and say something, and say "no" and "This will not happen again" then we are as guilty as those who do this. Men and women alike. We need to send a message to both those who do this kind of thing, and the governments that turn a blind eye to it, "no more victims of cultural 'honor deaths'".
Extremists do this in Britain as well. Now, I don't think that all people are practicing this just like I'm convinced that not all church people are right wing extremists or all catholic priests are pedos (although
knudsen might disagree with me there).
Either way, I'm stating that the bad apples need to be rooted out or else we will be in a chaotic world with no justice for anyone but the rich and affluent, and that's a world I simply don't want to live in. Not when there's a better choice.

Friday, March 7, 2008

spoof i found

Spoof of the tom cruise video.

Compliments of the damn show

Tuesday, March 4, 2008

Funny pic of the moment

Its the little things in life that make the weirdos laugh.

Thursday, February 28, 2008

The me show... hehehe. seven factoids. okay, I'll play.

I was recently tagged by "mommy dearest" and so I have to do seven factoids about myself. It's kind of hard, considering I usually don't divulge personal details that easily, and therefore don't blog that much.


* Link back to the person who tagged you. Check.
* Write your seven quirky things. Soon to be checked
* Terrorize 7 other people whose blogs you visit. Scary. Link to them in your meme post.
* Tell them what you have done in their comments section.
* Beg their forgiveness.(Yeah, like THAT is gonna happen)

Fact number one: I am Greek Orthodox, and am attending Greek school (I want to learn the language so I can be fluent in speaking it).
Fact number two: I am a Cancer, and my moon is Aries. This means that despite the fact that I generally prefer my own company, I am loud and tend to have NO VERBAL FILTER, and sarcastic humor that goes unappreciated by a lot of people.
Fact number three: I like science fiction and the TV show scrubs. It's funny.
Fact number four: I am so anti-lying that sometimes when i tell the truth I offend people, so as a result if I don't like someone I glare at them/ refuse to speak to them until they go away.
Fact number five: I once got into a verbal cursing match with someone in the altar at church (during service) and my priest had to break it up all because I thought I was right (I apologized for being harsh to the other person five minutes later, as yes I had made my point, but maybe unintentionally hurt his feelings in the process).
Fact number six: I am somewhat attracted to Paris Hilton. Shut up! I am, okay? I think she's smart, but is too damned lazy to use her God-given brains.
Fact number seven: I used to write horror movie scripts in high school.
I have tagged the following people

Joe Pennant Because he's cool.

hotfessionalBecause she's a super lady.

Unclebob Another funny guy.

Boneblower.She's cool

Old Knudsen Because he's crazy and I happen to like crazy.

Bloggernoob Can anyone say "curiosity"?

Mommy dearest First of all, nobody said I couldn't do ROUND TWO. Second of all, I wanna see what she comes up with next!

no apologies, I'm sticking by my story here.


meeting women...

Hmm, you're no doubt intrigued by this title, and I can tell why. You're wondering to yourself at this point; what's this guy gonna say now? Well, here it is. If you all don't know, but in the city I live in; there isn't much out there. Three ways to meet women for the guys here. One is the bar scene, the greasy as hell bars/clubs which everyone goes as a "meet market", Generally I happen to steer clear of those train wrecks since I can't seem to convince myself that shallow one night stands will actually amount to a meaningful relationship, but that's me. Second of all, there's the dating sites, and I can afford the free ones (But seriously, even the paid ones [I've done the free trials] are crap on a stick). Those don't work because this city seems to offer the rest of the options for me. Women whose signs are not compatible with me in any shape, way or form, whose personalities are shallower than a kiddie pool, or they're still too immature to do anything other than "play around" and not commit to anything other than contributing to me getting a bloody migraine headache. The third one is church... Well, the women there are taken, and I am Greek Orthodox. Here's what would happen. There would be rumors and people gossiping because GREEK PEOPLE GOSSIP. enough said. If I want to go either route, I might want to wait until I got to another city.
Unless anyone has I dunno, any suggestions on where I can meet women?
I mean that would be super freaking good. Too bad this city doesn't have many venues/ I am totally clueless about meeting new people in an environment where there isn't places where you can meet new people in a nice, non loud relaxing environment.

Sunday, February 24, 2008

Funny Picture

Here's something I got on facebook and thought I would share with everybody out there because I THOUGHT IT WAS FUNNY.
Enjoy your day.

Saturday, February 23, 2008

Paris Hilton

Usually, I stay away from celebrities, and for good reason. It just makes me wonder what the hell people see in them. But seriously; someone needs to give Paris Hilton a wake up call that acting is NOT FOR HER. Of course, they have to dumb the script down considerably just to accommodate her. This may not be a problem to some, but to me?
Well, the movies these days are just "smart"(I'm being sarcastic here, people. I think movies need more thought put into them)enough without having to make them so coma patients who are almost dead can enjoy them. I mean, look at where we are going in this regard. Hell in a handbasket is where I say we are going. Of course, its MY BLOG; so I can afford to say things like this.Seriously, look at the interview on letterman.
You can see the man is watering down the questions to accommodate miss Hilton.

On the plus side, that interview made me laugh more than my favorite standup comics combined. I am laughing now even as I type this blog entry up. I think I acutally hurt my self laughing. reminds me of the duct tape car story. But that one is a story for later.
I was inspired to blog about her by a post on
Old Bitter Balls and his latest pic (a warped version of Paris Hilton that made me laugh, but not as hard as the interview).
I mean, if you saw her in the movie "house of wax", you won't be surprised when I say there were actual theaters that the people cheered when her character DIED.
However, since I am not a TOTAL ASS, and should say something nice to balance all of this negativity out, I will say the following: something nice.
Just kidding, obviously we watch celebrities like this so we can fulfill our deepest desires to feel superior to others by pointing out their flaws, rather than thinking about how well we can do as people. So what she's dumb as a post? If you're comparing yourself to her mentally, then sure you might win, but where do we get by comparison?
Its akin to competing against a four year old in an arm wrestling competition. Sure you win, but don't expect many if any high fives. Here's an idea people; If you want to see something of higher caliber out there, then do it yourself.
Deep down, I do wish that people such as Paris Hilton could finally "get it" and make society better with new ideas and notions. Hell, if she ever got off her ass and did something that required more thought and challenged herself, I would be the first to say "cool, she's not a dumbass after all".
So, when it all comes down to it though, I wonder the following. (A quote I stole from the simpsons. the episode where lisa tries to educate some yokel kids)
"how's this gonna put dog meat on my plate?"
Which means, how is this going to help me succeed in life? Answer: It's not.
So, why are we so obsessed with this thing called celebrity?
Because we can breathe easier knowing its not us being judged by everyone in the world.
I like to think that will never happen to me, but everytime I blog or post a youtube video, I am leaving myself out there for people to judge. We all have something that we are trying to say, and sometimes, we act like idiots.
I think in the end, I'm making this point; Sure, its fun to laugh at paris hilton, but damn. How will we grow if we're too busy laughing our asses off?

Thursday, February 21, 2008

show your colors?! more like show your sheep wool!

Baa!!!!!!!I mean, can you people not watch this and wonder where the hell our society went if we've got this damned annoying joke of a jingle stuck in our heads?!
Go ahead and click! I'll be right here waiting...

Seriously, did you not see that?
It really kills me a little inside to think how gullible we are to buy this crap hook, line and sinker! So, I guess my one question for this is:
What drugs are the writers(idiots)/geniuses that sat on the toilet and came up with this crap taking, and where can I get some so that I may find this commercial entertaining as well?
I mean, even a comatose idiot with an IQ of 60 could come up with better. Thank God the writer's strike is over, so the real writers can come back and these idiotic, talentless lackeys can maybe be fired once and for all for making me sit through 30 seconds of this crap when something I want to watch on tv is on. Hence, another argument for downloading shows, because at least then I won't have to sit through retarded commercials. GAH!
Guess it's just PROOF POSITIVE of the idiots in Toronto willing to pay for this atrocity which makes me almost vomit a little in my own mouth. SHOOT ME NOW AND PUT ME OUT OF MY COMMERCIAL MISERY, or better yet, someone SLAP THE CRAP out of these marketing people and make them feel the pain I feel EACH AND EVERY TIME I AM FORCED TO WATCH THIS FESTERING PILE OF CRAP.
Ps: I love you all(unless you had a part in making this comercial)!


My life is one where I have been saying crap like "that's okay", and whenever I used to play games with my step brother, we had to make due with certain realities. There was always this game called "let's pretend", which later in my life evolved into "that's ok" and "life isn't what I wanted it to be so let's play this new game" and I called it the "settle for" game. People don't accept me for who I am whether I behave or not? Well I'll "settle for" talking to myself in private, and I will keep myself company. My best friend stabs me in the back, and tries to make me look like a complete and total douchebag? Well, I will settle for being my own best friend, who needs that person in my life? Members of the opposite gender don't want to even freaking talk to me because I'm a weirdo in their eyes and I can't do anything right?! Well, "settle for" a life of unhappiness, and move on. What a damned crock that I realized that I can neither afford nor did I want to buy in the first place! I have goals, and they don't involve asking some idiots "would you like fries with that" while contemplating ways I could put an end to a life that inevitably becomes a miserable existence because I was too busy bitching and complaining about it to do anything to change it.
I make NO APOLOGIES whatsoever for who I am and who I want to be in life.
Just because I am a cancer doesn't mean I am a pessimist all the time. I hate pessimists, and I am not people's therapist. I frankly, don't get paid enough.
I am not the parish priest either, and no it isn't okay to call me at three in the morning, because chances are, I will hang up on your ass.
I want to help people out who need it, and I will fight like a bastard for the underdog, but for now, the underdog is ME. So, I have to fight for myself before I can make anybody else's life any better. I am not wanting people to feel sorry for me or be their charity case either. I want to be able to say I DID IT. I want to be able to look back on my life and have more times where I said "I don't care what others think" and did something anyway, and less times where I passed up a good opportunity because I was afraid to fail or fall flat on my ass.
I am an optimist, and the way I see things makes me sick and irritable.
I have a lot of things that I NEED TO DO TO MAKE THINGS RIGHT AGAIN, and I won't rest until its all done.
I have A MOON IN ARIES, so I am all about the chase. People just don't seem to get that about me. I have a lot to say, and I have a lot that I WILL do. My thoughts on this are, (to society in general) either help me accomplish my goals or stay the hell out of my way. I will not be treated like I don't exist, and if I seem egocentric or self centered, well I always was, I just didn't let those around me see it because it hurt people's feelings to think that someone was actually happier trying to improve themselves or love themselves.
I think anyone whether they are an honest to God Aries, or just happen to be influenced by traits of that personality, tend to see things in a different light than that of the people who are always settling for something safe and cushy.
What the hell happened to taking chances and doing what you want to do, and getting the most out of your lives?
Don't tell me that we just feel that settling for making somebody else rich or happy while we work our stupid mundane jobs at Walmart or a call center or even some office is gratifying. If it was, would people be on anti-depressants or would school be so God awful that we wish we didn't have to go to improve ourselves?
We see that the so called "biggest sin" is laziness and un-productiveness, but I see the biggest sin isn't in not doing something for work as far as a nine to five job, but being lazy in terms of not realizing your full potential. By going to law school because acting may not pay more in terms of your finances, even though you hate being a lawyer and wish you could be making films instead. That, my friends who believe in a higher power, a "God" if you will, is where you tend to pull off being lazy. That, is the part of sloth and faithlessness that then ensues as a result of thinking that playing it safe is always the option.
I like to try to challenge myself in new and exciting ways, intellectually, and whenever a thought comes into my head I develop it to see where it goes.
I was lucky to have a mom that didn't feed me crap phrases such as "stop your daydreaming, idiot" and "that's ridiculous".
I want to end my life (not suicide, but live my life to it's natural end) having done something to contribute to this society, but if by contribute to society you think I mean be some lackey at an office, you are sorely mistaken. I could be a doctor or a lawyer if I wanted to, and I could do a hell of a lot better in law school than anybody there. I am competitive, its IN MY NATURE. Just look at how I excel in things I give a crap about. But, law school is a boring waste of time, so I can't be bothered; same with medical school. Not my cup of tea, if you will. I am tired of looking at other people and thinking "wow, I wish I was them, because I'm so unhappy with my life". I will one day be making my own films, and doing creative ventures, because I have the tools to succeed, I just haven't figured out how to use them fully. I am not a "victim" I am a "victor", I will not cry "woe is me" I will triumphantly shout "I will persevere". Why? Because, defeat is simply not an option nor will it ever be. If I believed in accepting defeat, I would have ended it all when I was 14. But, obviously, I am still alive.
I believe in forgiveness, but only if someone has demonstrated that they are truly sorry. That's why I am mad at my brother because of how he treated my mother in the past after when I was a kid, he emphasized that I must ALWAYS RESPECT MY MOTHER.
He's a hypocrite, and if he ever reads this I DEMAND HE APOLOGIZE to my mother for acting like a hypocrite. That is why I am ashamed to associate with him; not because of what he did growing up (that kind of stuff I am past now).
Growing up, he was like a mentor to me, teaching me things such as respect, and to a degree, honor. So, when I saw him act with such dishonor, I got very angry and disillusioned with him. Sure, he has been and always be a pain in the ass control freak (he's a Leo). But, if he realized why I was mad, and could see that one doesn't just do something like that, then I could forgive.
You see, I hold grudges because I see a valid reason to. I'm a person that sees what is wrong with people and is all about trying to move on, but if someone doesn't realize their mistake, then they're cut off from speaking to me.
I know, some people are of the opinion that you should forgive someone just because "God told you to", but the same code that makes me hate myself when I have done something dishonorable and doesn't let me let it go until I have made it right makes it so that when someone has been dishonorable to someone I care about that I cannot forgive them until they not only realize their mistake, but try to do better. To show that they are sorry, rather than just no longer mad. What I see is he acts like he's doing her a favor by talking to her. Maybe I am wrong. But, until he feels guilty for that terrible stunt he pulled with mom, then I am inclined not to forgive and forget.
I will be successful and I will keep an open mind about the possibility of not giving him the "you don't exist" treatment. Until then, let's hope he realizes his mistake and my life will go on regardless.
Thanks to those people reading, its cheaper than therapy. (although, shrinks here are covered by MSI).
have a good day.

Tuesday, January 22, 2008

death in general

We as a society seem to "care" about when people such as heath ledger dies at a young age, but we give no second thought to the millions of people that die in the world each year from malnutrition, homelessness, suicide, homicide, cancer and other causes.
In fact, society is filled with people that want to see people dead.
Whether its your extremist groups or your individual that is sadistic, we all see it all the time and yet we still do nothing.
Can you not take the time to pity the suffering in life? Can you not take the time to wonder where we are indeed going as a society?
I have often wondered what the answer to these questions are, and honestly, even optimistic people are left with pessimistic thoughts regarding humanity's future as of late.
Should not all deaths be treated as equally tragic and preventable? (at least the ones that are premature)
We have stopped supporting each other, and have turned instead to laughing at each other with our cynicism and hatred.
I know that not everyone thinks that way, and I write this not to take a dump on the human condition, but to point out humanity's greatest potential still lies in unity and cooperation.
Yesterday was Martin Luther King day, and I couldn't help but feel a little sad at the fact that it was supposed to be a freedom celebration, but sadly there is much racism left in the world today.
People forget that we are all human and we need a single unifying idea, instead of many dividing concepts.
I'm not saying force a single religion on anyone, but educate people that this political correctness is crap if we still have hate inside of us.
What I'm saying is this; If humanity has any hope in hell of surviving, we need to forget about what makes us different and stop judging each other and see how we can get along. After all, if we can't check our egoes at the door, we suck more than we thought, don't we?
that's all I got for now.

Friday, January 18, 2008

Carrot mushroom loaf.

I did say that I was going to post about carrot mushroom loaf, but decided for anonymity purposes to not post my real name (and create a separate blog to re enforce this) since my mother would most likely be pissed off at me revealing anything like that.
But I did realize the need for a blog, since a lot of the stories seem to focus on me, and I need to be able to address any and all questions you might have regarding me.
So, having said this: I will tell you of the carrot mushroom loaf story.
My mom came up with this dish with carrots(shredded) mushrooms and cheese, amongst other things, and when she first served it, it was good.
However, my mom (due to popularity with people at her gatherings) seemed to want to make it more (why should there be a problem if her friends who were there maybe once every couple of weeks and didn't have to eat it every single day liked it?).
The one thing she didn't realize, was like the Sarah Mclachlan cd thing (I may post about that one later if I feel like it) if you keep on making and serving the same damned thing night after night, then someone is going to start wishing you would stop making it.
That's right, I stopped liking it, and to this day, I tell her that if she makes that dish, I will cook for myself and eat something I can ACTUALLY STAND.
Well, as I have pointed out, it wasn't the fact that she made a dish that tasted like crap; in fact, this was a good thing to eat the first couple of days I ate it.
It just so happens that even good dishes seem to make me swear off them if I have them too much.
Kindof like the sibling I will not speak of and his hatred for kraft dinner and how consequently he made me eat beans because of it when I was growing up.
I don't and probably won't mention that I have a brother much if at all, since to be honest, I DON'T GET ALONG WITH HIM.
Oh well, my point in posting this is that I like consistency in my life, but seriously, I AM PART ARIES. So, the same thing over and over again can be BORING!
Anyway, I'm done ranting here, and if I managed to BORE you with this repetitive crap
(If anyone reads this dribble at all) OOPS. My mistake.