Thursday, January 31, 2008

Boarding in a Week

So - to Tahoe next week.  Stoked.  Super-like.
 
Yesterday, in preparation for this trip, me and a couple buddies drove to a nice gear shop an hour away.  After rummaging and finding the gear I wanted (super sweet jacket/pants/lid - PS: Yes, I wear a lid.  Ever since I touched my skull after a bad bike wreck I wear a lid for anything that might crunch my dome.) I go to the counter and ring up about four hundred dollars worth of shwag.
 
I reach for my wallet to grab my debit card - and my heart plunges in to my colon.  I left my damn debit card in the ATM.  And I drove an hour each way to get this gear.  Wow.
 
So now I have to go pick this gear up later - AND I have to wait a week for my new debit card - which may mean no card in Tahoe.  Which would, like, seriously super totally rad suck balls.
 
And stuff.
 
Unfortunately, this isn't the only recent example of my sketchy memory.  In the past week I've done everything from leaving my car keys in a golf cart (friend was driving, so I didn't notice til we got back to his house) to leaving my cell phone at my parents' house - an hour away.
 
Time to bust out with some Ginseng.  Or maybe Jagermeister. 

Tuesday, January 29, 2008

Will you still love me... tomorrrrrrow?

To the three people (two of whom are midgets and don't technically count) and the goat that read my blog, I offer my sincerest sorries.

Posts are slow because my life consists of golf, video games and school. In other words, boring.

Much love <3

Thursday, January 24, 2008

What could be worse than...

...getting your food behind the three people who ordered ten minutes after you, not getting what you ordered, not getting a straw for your drink?  Your fork breaking in half a third of the way through your meal.

Fuck it.  I'll take a gimp fork.

Saturday, January 19, 2008

Unemployed

So we were given our slips yesterday.

I for one am somewhat happy.  I began hating that job long ago, even when I was making over four grand a month.  It was just tedious, boring, repetitive - and any idiot could do it.  I think that's what bothered me most about it - because lots of idiots DID do it.

Anyway, it was a sad day for a lot of our older employees.  Many said they had too much "invested" in the company.  To me, this is code word for not having invested enough in yourself in terms of education and such.  Sad that they may have such a hard time finding new work - but it does teach observers a lesson.  You're never educated enough.

I guess this means my blog content can be more open since I don't have anyone potentially watching my blog at work.  Now if they're watching it it doesn't matter.  They can't do shit about it anyway.

I'm wondering how I'll hold up after two weeks of no work. 

Wednesday, January 16, 2008

M = R

This trash frustrates me to no end.

Why is it that trashing video games seems to be every politician's wet dream?  Seriously - Mass Effect?  I've seen the "love" scenes it talks about and I can honestly say I've seen worse on CSI: Miami during prime time television.

If you want to attack something that has a wide youth audience and is full of garbage - from commercials to television shows - why not pick on the media?  What?  Because you're afraid of the backlash?

Oh.

I get it.

You guys attack video games because you feel there are relatively few consequences for spreading your uneducated, slanderous bullshit messages.  I mean, after all - what are vidjamagames ?  Technology, that's what!  And what is every middle-to-lower-class grandma sitting in her rocking chair popping prescription pills most afraid of?*** That's right!  Technology!

And because of this innate fear within Americas non-gamer populace you can easily get around the fact that EVERY game sold in the United States is rated by an approval board called the ESRB which - MUCH like our movies (why don't you go attack THEM?) - makes it painfully clear which audience the games it reviews are best fit for.

Simple formula Mr. McCullough - M = R.  Keep your kids away from the M vidjamagames and the R movies.  It's YOUR responsibility, not society's.

Dipshit.

***  Sorry Grandma, but it's true.  Druggie.

Monday, January 14, 2008

Road Rage

Apparently I cut someone off on my way to school today (adequate use of a turn signal no longer qualifies as a method of signaling intent to merge, I guess) so this guy starts honking like a MOTHERfucker at me.  Non-stop.  Wave of thanks didn't get me off the hook.  Anyway, I get stuck at a stoplight about two minutes after that and this big black guy comes out of his car.
 
He walks up to me and I roll my window down.  A conversation ensues - my words are verbatim, his perhaps less so.
 
Me:  "What's up buddy?"
Him:  "Did you realize that wasn't a fucking turning lane you were in?"
 
Me:  "Actually man, there are two turning lanes.  I moved in to yours."
Him:  "THAT'S HOW ACCIDENTS ARE CAUSED!  *expletives roll*"
 
Me:  "My bad dude."
 
And I just stare at him.  The light turns green, so I point and let him know I gotta go.  As I slowly drive off I see him screaming (in the middle of the street - to himself, while every car in traffic (there's a lot of traffic, by the way).  "IT'S THAT FUCKING IMPORTANT TO ME!!!"
 
All I can say is wow.  I complain about the shitty drivers in town a lot - and I'm sure I'm guilty of being a shitty driver as well (obviously this guy thought so) - but I can't imagine getting out of my vehicle to yell at some cat five minutes after the NOT-ACCIDENT occurs.
 
Thanks for clogging up traffic you jackass.

From the top down...

...things are never really that bad, are they?  I mean, no matter what happens we're essentially faced with two choices at the end of each day - survival and death.  No matter what - whether you miss a few payments on your credit card or get hit with hundreds of thousands in medical bills - no financial quandary can really end it all for you.  Unless you owe the mob.  That's probably a little different.
 
Somewhere along the line we've all been fooled in to believing that having means living.  So we rack up our credit cards, take out personal loans, buy big houses and cars - because we've all been fooled by those wealthier than us in to believing that TRUE HAPPINESS lies in emulating their every move.
 
This accomplishes two things - the rich get richer while you and I get either poorer or more confined to the middle class.
 
My goal for this year - and indeed for the rest of my life - is to enrich myself with experiences rather than with stuff.
 
Let's see how that works.
 
 
 

Saturday, January 12, 2008

We live the muh-fuggin' LIFE

Really just discussing how great we have it with my buddy E.  I mean, we gots it made.  Unlimited access to alcohol - his dad owns one of the biggest bars in the area (an area which includes our state capitol, by the by - which is 50 miles away) and one of the other members of our "group" is the hot bartender that every girl that see him seems to want.  Asshole.  Anyway, on top o that we're going snowboarding TWICE in February, just got back from vegas in november - and we're all definitely set in the looks department as well.

So why is it that we manage to bitch about everything anyway?

Also - girl from before says she really wants to see me before she leaves.  That coupled with the non-stop making out at the bar the other night (tacky, I know...  but damn, she's so fine.) causes E to conclude that "maybe you should pursue it."

And man, some new ganja.  Goodness fucking gracious.

Lovin' life.  Lovin' it.


Friday, January 11, 2008

I want her so bad

Too bad she's moving back to Arkansas Sunday, huh?  Maybe that has something to do with this... desire, shall we call it?
 
Always want what you can't have and such things.
 
Anyway, I want her.  Can't have her.  Silly 2008!  You're supposed to be perfect.

Sunday, January 6, 2008

In the last four years of my life I have been

all of the following:

  • broke
  • wealthy
  • one of the weird kids
  • one of the cool kids
  • totally against drugs and alcohol
  • an avid (but always responsible) user of the above
  • a super-duper nice pushover kinda guy
  • an arrogant, conceited asshole (which, coincidentally, worked out wayyyy better for me when it came to the ladies)
  • a homeowner
  • a wild-ass motorcyclist
  • another entry on the list of people medivac'd from a bike crash by a helicopter
  • a parent
  • someone with absolutely no responsibilities

I feel like I've been at every end of the spectrum.

The reality of it is that in a few weeks all of the hard work I've done to earn the "stuff" will be useless because I'll be unemployed and there's no way in hell I'll find a job making the money I do now - until I graduate in December, that is.  I've got to sell my house, withdraw all of the significant savings I've accumulated over my years with this company and move on.

It's only just hit me how the only thing I'm going to have left is my experiences and the relationships I've forged over the past several years.  The material things we sweat and bleed for every day are the first things gone in a time of change.

I think these last years have totally changed my path in life.  I suspect for the much mo' betta.

Still stoked on this year.  Super stoked.

Saturday, January 5, 2008

Backwards?

Sunday  nights are generally my "can't sleep" night.  I suppose this is because Monday's around the corner and I have the whole week ahead of me to think about - so I do.  I think and think for hours until I finally randomly fall asleep.  You can imagine this makes for crappy Mondays - but Mondays already suck so I guess the point is moo.
 
Anyway, I told you that for no reason because this particular thinking train was on last night - but hey, the more you know right?
 
It seems I'm regressing. 
 
See, two years ago I'd never had a drink, smoked, popped a pill...  nothing at all.  This was totally against my "personality" at the time.
 
Instead I bought a house, got engaged and raised my now-ex-fiancee's kid - and I thought I was happy.  I wasn't.  I was... content, I suppose, with this "adult" life I'd built while I was still essentially a kid.
 
Now I'm going the other direction - the older I get the more responsibilities I get rid of.  The more I become a carefree, careless kid.  I smoke (not tobacco), I drink, I party - I've got a cool ass group of friends (kinda highschool-ish, but we're the "cool kids" around town.  Mostly thanks to our connections with the alcohol supply in this town, but that's another story altogether).
 
So in a sense I guess I'm one of the luckiest people alive.  Because you know, grown-ups always tell me how they sometimes wish they could get rid of all their responsibilities and be a kid again.
 
And I get to do that now.
 
In other news, even though the people of Ruidoso, New Mexico lack the ability to spell they do seem to have some pretty sweet slopage.  Looks like I'm headed there a few weeks after boarding at Lake Tahoe.
 
Man, this year is going to be fucking amazing.

Thursday, January 3, 2008

Ringing in the New Year

The right way. 
 
I got hold of some of the best dank I've had in this state, toked a few bowls with my buddies E and J (the people, not the alcohol) and then went to the bar J works at.  Went to my buddy E's dad's bar and had a few beers.  Went to the bar J was working at - smoked a bowl of dank before entering, at the new year and an hour after the new year.  Went to J's house and toked at exactly the first 4:20 of the year.  Fell asleep.  Woke up, toked up, hit the golf course - and toked again at exactly the second 4:20 of the year.
 
Then I bought tickets to Reno for a week of snowboarding.
 
This year couldn't have started off better - I'm stoked.