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. 

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

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.

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. 

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.