Thursday, July 02, 2009
People!
Enough! Has everyone taken a stupid pill?
Stuart fucking Smalley for United States Senator? WTF?!?!?!
St. Hope and Change for POTUS?
Purple markers instead of red markers, classic books banned, music and video games blamed for violence instead of piss poor parenting skills, bailouts, ass kissing, schmoozing with terrorists, road rage, pushing, shoving, sense of entitlement, gimme gimme gimme, who cares about you, what about me, bureaucrats, red tape, unions, regulations, lobbyists, pandering, personal freedoms chipped away, slowly, one by one until we are so fucking blind we can’t see it anymore, big brother, a republic turning socialist, legalization of mind altering drugs, live babies aborted, a small percent of people demanding that the rest of us allow them to do whatever the hell they want, lying, corruption, pay offs, manipulation, secrecy, smear campaigns, opinions touted as facts, kids parenting parents, parents acting like kids, no one can think for themselves, everyone drinks bottled water now, what the hell is wrong with tap water, constantly on cell phones talking or text messaging, having no conversations with the people we are actually with, slaves to our modern technology, paid for cable now has commercials, a tax for this, a tax for that, a tax for the tax that was taxed, we give and give and give money to the poor and they’re still poor, a completely wrecked welfare system, social security a farce, car companies run by the government, national health care, no one is paying their bills and blaming everyone else, no one can fucking drive, no one can read directions or instructions, everything must be made available right now, 911 calls for restaurants running out of chicken nuggets, snow birds purchasing goods for the six months they are south and then trying to return them all when they go back north, ungrateful, selfish, rude, the emperor has no clothes, who is the grasshopper, who is the ant, we can’t see the forest through the trees, we can’t look ahead, we must be satisfied right now to hell who it hurts, to hell who pays for our desires, to hell to the future, run the world my way, nanny state......it goes ON and ON! We are acting like cattle being led to our slaughter. We never learn a damn thing from what we have done before.
Listen, idiots. “If at first you don’t succeed, try, try again.” That does NOT MEAN try the same fucking thing again! It means keep trying but try something DIFFERENT! And if it isn’t broke, you twits, don’t fix it! How did we destroy something so great in such a short amount of time? What were people smoking 50-60-70 years ago? Did the entire nation have a collective fall on its head? Did we suffer brain damage from that fall?
What. The Hell. Happened?
How are there so many colossal windbags, uneducated leaders and people with vacancy behind their eyes?
SNAP OUT OF IT!
What in GOD’S name did you brain dead zombies drink? What the FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE?!?!?
How do you not see that bullet zooming right towards your face?
Sunday, June 28, 2009
It Is Possible
Been reading a lot of vile words on other personal blogs and comments. In some cases, I’m so disgusted that I will not visit a few of those blogs in the future. The nastiness that has been written shows me who that person truly is.
I will only say this: Kids, it IS possible to care about more than one thing at a time.
I lied, I’m also going to say this: For people who seem to care so much about this country and our rights, it floors me that people don’t respect our judicial system.
Sunday, June 21, 2009
The Kindle Review
Holy shize, kids, some people do not know how to read or understand what they are reading. It’s amazing the negative reviews on the Amazon page for the Kindle and the extended warranty. I’m going to share some of those with you before I give you my review.
No backlight.
No cover included.
Can’t get whispernet to download books.
When purchasing upgraded Kindle, can’t move purchased books, (THAT I PAID FOR), on to new device.
The audacity of Amazon to come up with the DX mere months after the K2 release.
It’s fragile.
I dropped it and Amazon won’t replace it unless I give them $200.
The warranty is NOT a “two year” extended warranty!
You want us to pay $65 for a one year warranty?
Have to buy books only from Amazon.
Jeff Bezos said that all books would be $9.99 or less and yet, they are not! Corporate GREED!
Screen savers are ugly, how dare Amazon control us in this.
I hate the fact that it only comes in white.
My Kindle was stolen and Amazon is doing nothing about it.
It costs too much.
It won’t play games.
It won’t cook my breakfast bacon.
It won’t walk my dog.
And, my favorite: Here is my review on a product I’ve never owned, seen or touched.
Now, let’s get to it, kids. Before I ever purchased the Kindle, I did a LOT of researching, a LOT of reading and spent a LOT of time at the review boards. I had some things I was apprehensive about. Just how delicate IS this thing? I’m not the most graceful swan on the planet so is this a good idea? And what about all these other complaints? Are they valid? Do these people have a point? Should I run screaming for the hills if someone holds a Kindle out to me?
For those of you who do not know what a Kindle is, you may click here: Amazon Kindle Basically it’s an electronic reader. The main purpose of the Kindle is to read books on one little device. As I stated in a previous post, I had to give up all of my books when I moved because I had no room for them. I miss those books and I’ve watched FAR too much television since I moved. I like reading. But what choice did I have?
Sure, I could go to the library but I don’t like reading a book with all those germs on it. I don’t know how many people have touched that thing, coughed in to it, wiped their nose on their hands and then touched the pages I’ll be touching, went to the bathroom and came back, picked up the book and started reading again without washing their hands...OR WORSE, read it while in the bathroom. Sometimes pages are torn out. Sometimes people write in the books. It’s all very distracting to me. I value books greatly and do not borrow or lend them out. I want my books brand new, clean and with an unbroken spine.
Also, when I was a little kid looking in the Sears, Montgomery Ward or JCPenny catalog to create my gift wish list, I would dream how wonderful it would be to be able to just touch the image and have the item appear right then and there. Well, the Kindle sort of does just that. So, a childhood fantasy has come true.
The Kindle arrived two days earlier than I was expecting it. I raced to the UPS store where I have a postal box and retrieved it the day after it was delivered. I turned it on, noticed there was about a half a battery charge and proceeded to find my way around the thing. The first thing I paid attention to was the gray screen that some people were whining about. I’m glad it’s a gray screen. White screens hurt my eyes after awhile. (ie: computer screens) and most books’ pages are not white like that. Most of them have a bit of a tint to them or are on the grayish side. So the screen kind of looks like the page of a book. It wasn’t too dark, it wasn’t too light. It was perfect.
Everything worked fine on the Kindle itself. I was pleased. Then I went to hook it up to my computer via the USB cord provided. Snag. Device was not recognized. This is not the fault of Amazon, this is the fault of the Vista OS. Because we all know how wonderful Vista can be. However, because I had done so much reading and researching before the Kindle arrived, I knew exactly where to go to find help. And I learned that if you just restart the Kindle, suddenly Vista stops being a little bitch and allows the device to be recognized and all is well. Fancy that.
So, in summary, everything works exactly as it should and the Kindle is exactly what I was told it would be. It’s a light weight, very small, electronic reader that I can take with me anywhere. I can store up to 1500 books on the reader itself and Amazon will store the rest of my books I’ve purchased from them on their site. OR I can also back up everything on my own hard drive. (Not a bad idea.) I have already read two books on the Kindle and have a library of 40 other books waiting. Most of these books were either free or under a dollar.
My only concern is how fragile it is. However, it has it’s own little “bed” in a clothing cupboard and the cats are not allowed to touch it.
Now, let’s get to some of the negative reviews and address some of those “concerns”.
No backlight Pointless. The Kindle uses e-ink. You cannot back light e-ink anymore than you can backlight a page of a book. I have used mine in all sorts of lighting and except for extremely low light, it works fine. Low lighting on the Kindle is solved just like low lighting with a book. You get a book lamp if you don’t want to disturb those around you. Sony does have lights on the side but I’ve seen reviews stating that it really does a disservice rather than help.
No cover included Frankly, now that I have the Kindle, I’m glad they didn’t include the cover. The reason? They would have given us the cheapest one and not only was it ugly, I don’t think it would have protected as well as some of the other covers. We have a choice. And seriously, anyone who thinks that they are “getting” the cover for free from Sony has not been paying attention. Trust me, we have all paid for our covers whether it’s an “extra” cost or added in to the price of the e-reader. You’ve paid for it. I’d rather have the choice to pick the one I want.
Can’t get whispernet to download books Ok, whispernet is a service that Amazon has, (only for the Kindle, no other ereader has this), where you can get on to your Kindle, shop the Amazon store from your Kindle, purchase a book with 1 click purchasing and your book is there within 60 seconds. Seriously. How cool is that? Again, no other ereader offers this or even has it to offer. Now, just like with cell phones, not all areas are covered. Them’s the breaks. That’s how it happens sometimes. It’s reality. I live away from civilization and was not expecting any coverage. However, I did my research and checked out the coverage area map that Amazon provides for everyone to look at. You can see before you buy if you are in the orange covered area. Naturally, I was not. I was in the green coverage area which meant I may or may not get any coverage. However, for the Kindle 2, Amazon has apparently implemented 3G to reach farther out and believe it or not, I get whispernet coverage out here. Sometimes it may take a moment or two to get the signal but it works. However, if you can’t get the coverage, you can still download the books to your computer and then put them on your Kindle so to imply that the whole thing is a wash because you can’t get whispernet is simply false. You have internet connection, you can get books. Some people are upset and feel entitled to whispernet because Amazon said you don’t need a computer to use the Kindle.....well, I’d like to drive around in a Mercedes 560 SL convertible but you don’t see me crying that I’m not. It is what it is and there are other options.
When purchasing upgraded Kindle, can’t move purchased books, (THAT I PAID FOR), on to new device. Completely untrue. It can be done and has been done several times. Again, one needs to READ CAREFULLY the steps to take to get this done. And, again, it’s a smart thing to back up everything, all your purchases, on to a hard drive. As long as the upgraded Kindle is on the same account then yes, transfer is possible.
The audacity of Amazon to come up with the DX mere months after the K2 release. The Kindle DX is a 9” screen compared to the Kindle 2 being a 6” screen. Also, with the DX you can load your .pdf directly instead of having to get it converted by Amazon. You can still read .pdf on Kindle 2 but you have to email it, get it converted and then they will either send it directly to your Kindle or email it back to you and you put it on the Kindle. Not much difference other than that, I can see. So, if you want the DX, return the K2 and put that money towards the DX or sell your K2 and anything that goes with it on eBay or wherever, as I saw some people had done and use that money to get the DX. Problem solved.
It’s fragile Yep. It is. Some people have dropped theirs and rendered it useless and some have banged their Kindles all around and nothing has gone wrong. Again, them’s the breaks. That’s how it goes sometimes. As with anything electronic, treat it with care. I learned the hard way never to have any liquid around my laptop even though I had seen it time and again when I worked in offices. For some of us, I guess it doesn’t sink in until it happens to us. This is not something I recommend for a child. Maybe a very responsible teen ager but definitely not for kids.
I dropped it and Amazon won’t replace it unless I give them $200. And? Who would? My cat spilled milk in my keyboard and Dell didn’t give me a free keyboard. Amazon is not charging full price to replace a broken or damaged Kindle. That says a LOT about them. Buy the extended warranty and it would have only cost you $65.
The warranty is NOT a “two year” extended warranty! Actually, yes it is. You GET a one year warranty with the Kindle. You may purchase an extended warranty that will make your full warranty last two years and will cover the cost of a user caused broken or damaged Kindle, hence the name, “Two year” extended warranty. If you do not purchase this warranty, you do NOT get a replaced Kindle for nothing if you drop it or break it. The warranty is extended. It’s for two years. What is the problem here?
You want us to pay $65 for a one year warranty? Again, that is not a one year warranty. It is an extended warranty. And again, if you drop or break your Kindle in that two years, Amazon will replace it. You do not have to pay $200 or $360 for a new one. Let’s see, I drop my Kindle on the bathroom floor. It cracks and no longer works. I have the extended warranty. I paid $65 for that extended warranty. Essentially, my replacement Kindle cost me $65 instead of $200-360. Yes, I must be an idiot for purchasing the extended warranty.
Have to buy books only from Amazon. Totally false. Many of the books I had to give away when I moved were classics. I paid no less than $5 for them and sometimes paid quite a bit more. Imagine how happy I was to find I could get those books for FREE on several websites INCLUDING Amazon.com to put on my Kindle. You can find books on many different websites that will convert to be readable on the Kindle.
Jeff Bezos said that all books would be $9.99 or less and yet, they are not! Corporate GREED! I’m sure if someone looked they could find the video clip but I don’t have it verbatim. However, I believe that what he said was that when the books were on the NYT Best Seller’s list, they would be priced at $9.99. When the book was no longer on that list, the price could change. Nor did this cover every last book available to man. Give me a break. There are text books and other books that run in the hundreds of dollars price range...of course they won’t be priced at $9.99
Screen savers are ugly, how dare Amazon control us in this. Agreed. The screen savers are ugly but there is a way around this and apparently Amazon has stated that it doesn’t void the warranty. Regardless, you see the screen saver for what, a second? Maybe two? It’s not that big of a deal.
I hate the fact that it only comes in white. I, too, wished it would come in other colors. And, through researching the product before I bought it, I found out that you can get skins for the Kindle. Quite a few websites have these available and some of the art work is amazing. Personalize the Kindle that way. Or get out a magic marker and start coloring.
My Kindle was stolen and Amazon is doing nothing about it. What can they do about it? If my car was stolen, should I contact the dealership and demand that they do something about it? We have too much crime going on and things get backlogged and the police don’t much care about your Kindle any more than they cared to find my friend’s car when it was stolen. Some have stated that Amazon should render the serial number dead should anyone try to re-register it under their account. Well, I guess if the police force wants to actually investigate it, they can contact Amazon. Unfortunately, until they do that, Amazon can’t do much. How do they know which Kindles were actually stolen and which Kindles are in the middle of some nasty argument between two people?
It costs too much. Hmm. Really? Let’s see now. I’ve got 43 books on my Kindle and I’ve spent about $16 thus far. Considering I could not find a NEW book in the store less than $5, (after tax and gas), we’re looking at $215 and I just got started. The difference between the books I’ve purchased and the price of the Kindle is about $166. I’ve had it less than a week. What could happen in TWO weeks?!!?
It won’t play games.
It won’t cook my breakfast bacon.
It won’t walk my dog. The Kindle is an e-reader. It’s not supposed to act as a phone, an MP3 player, a DVD player and a gaming system. It’s an e-reader. You read books on it. It does exactly what Amazon said it would do. It stores up to 1500 books and you can click on those books at any time and begin reading them anywhere. You can read a book on this device. Just like they told you that you could do.
Here is my review on a product I’ve never owned, seen or touched. Don’t even bother reading these. Why would I listen to someone talk about something they have no first hand experience with? It’s like asking me my opinion on seafood at any given restaurant. I’ve never eaten it and have no intention of eating it, and I hate seafood. Ask someone who HAS tried it.
To summarize: I am liking the Kindle so far. It has a cover so it feels more sturdy than if it were running around naked. It won out over the Sony PRS-505 because of book availability. That’s what this device is for and that’s what I’m expecting it to do. And it has not let me down. I was hesitant to buy this thing. I was wondering if I should have gone for the Sony. I was thinking maybe this was too much money. I wasn’t jumping for joy and anxiously awaiting its arrival like others were. Sure, I was looking forward to it but it wasn’t something I was giddy about. Until it got here. Amazon won me over with this product.
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
It Has Arrived
My ereader, the Kindle 2, is finally here. A review will be forthcoming...just as soon as I stop playing with it. So don’t expect that for a few days.
Spoiler: So far, so fucking cool!
A Small Treat
Remember 5 years ago when I snapped my ankle in half and was laid up for six weeks with brand new screws and a plate? Yah, that was a load of fun. I received some get well gifts and a ton of emails but one of my very favorite gifts was a flower arrangement. It’s amazing how something so simple can make such a difference. Of course it was lovely to look upon and it really brightened up the room but the thing I remember the most is how absolutely wonderful it smelled. It completely filled the air with its scent and it had a calming effect on me. I had never received such a thing from anyone in my life before so had no idea just how beautiful they could be.
Ever since then, every so often, I try to gift myself something like that. I work hard, out in the boiling hot sun day after day. I put up with a lot of different personality types that can be draining. I deal with the horrible traffic, just like everyone else. However, since I’m not the type to sit in a hot bath, skin shriveling like a prune, giving myself heat stroke from the hot water, I choose, instead, to buy myself fabulous centerpieces as a way to reward myself. Having fresh flowers in the middle of the dining table can add warmth and a feeling of comfort; they are aesthetically pleasing and typically make people feel better. It’s also a GREAT conversation starter.
This gift to myself could be for a holiday, my birthday, a major milestone or just any old day simply because I deserve it. See, kids, we can’t wait around for others to buy these things for us. It’s okay to treat yourself to something nice, as well.
Like I said in the beginning, I received books to read, many get well wishes, a few other items here and there and while I appreciated and enjoyed them all, the flowers were the best. It’s a very inexpensive way to show appreciation for yourself, anyone else you think deserves a little pick me up, house warming gift or a token of appreciation to the host/hostess when you are invited in to their home for a meal.
Additionally, once the flowers are starting to wilt, you can press them and make some pretty art to decorate your home. Plus, many times these centerpieces come with candles, (my favorite kind), or some a pretty container, among other things. It’s a gift that keeps giving.
Monday, June 08, 2009
Randomness
** Earlier today, my cat sneezed in my eye. IN my eyeball.
You just haven’t lived until something like that has happened to you.
** Observation I’ve made over time: Why on earth do girls do this? They’ll say something defending larger sizes but then totally bash that defense with their own words that follow. Example:
“A size 14 is not large and even though I’m not that big, I don’t think it sets a good example for younger girls to say it is.”
Um, if you truly believed this, you wouldn’t need to point out that YOU are not a size 14. I see this all the time. “OMG, I can’t believe people think 160 pounds is fat. I mean I only weigh 115 but still.”
Why don’t they just admit that what they are saying is this: “I don’t think it’s fat but I also don’t want you to think I’m a size 14, 160 pound lard ass! So stop telling young girls it’s fat even though I secretly think it is.”
Let me guess, some of your best friends are fat!
This random list may or may not be added to as the day wears on.
Sunday, June 07, 2009
Kindle vs Sony
To remind everyone, and to tell, apparently, for the first time to those who do not read past the top post on the page, (and, subsequently, miss out, quite often, on many other posts I’ve written...your loss, kids), I did, at one time, purchase a Kindle in the past. In fact, it was late March to early April that I did this. The problem was that I misread that it was being delivered by UPS when in reality it was being delivered by USPS. The USPS does not deliver where I live and would have to go to my mailing address. So the Kindle was promptly returned. In that time, I did some serious research.
I’m writing this and future reviews for anyone who is thinking of getting an ereader. And for my own, personal enjoyment of feeling important. Just like any other entry.
Actually, Kindle did win out but for one reason only. First though, I checked out many reviews on the Kindle as well as on other ereaders, mainly the Sony PRS-505 which I really liked. I reviewed the Sony PRS 700 as well but it looks like the 700 did not have many differences to make it worth it and many reviewers said that the 505 had a crisper screen.
Sure the Sony didn’t have the built in dictionary but I don’t find it worth an extra $60 just to have that on the ereader. I can get a pocket dictionary for way less than that. I know that with the Kindle you just highlight the word and it’s all very simple but really, $60 for that? No.
I liked the look of the Sony, I liked that it CAME WITH a leather cover, I liked the button placement better, I liked the price way better and the reviews on it were good. Even from former Kindle owners.
The Kindle looked clunky and kind of cheap, to be honest. And it really irked me that you have to buy a cover, extra, to protect it. It should come with it. Also, on Sony, I believe you are allowed to share your books whereas with Kindle, you are not.
To me, that’s b.s. Everyone on the Kindle boards were talking about copyright this and copyright that and maybe Amazon might think of allowing it but incurring a charge to do so...bullshit. Books are your damn property once you own them. There is no copyright violation. You OWN the thing and you are allowed to share it. You’re not recreating or copying it for someone else, you have purchased it and are sharing YOUR OWN property. This isn’t like illegally d/l music that you are now sharing with others, YOU BOUGHT THE DAMN THING. That really irked me about the Kindle and Amazon.
If I buy a garden hose and want to share it with my neighbor, there is no copyright violation. GMAFB.
Although I wasn’t too keen on the look of the Kindle, I really liked the new DX. I like that it’s bigger because the less eye strain I put on my eyes as I get older, the longer, perhaps, I can hold off on getting glasses. I don’t need glasses nor am I near needing them but I also don’t like putting strain on my eyes. The Kindle DX just looks better than the 2nd generation Kindle, yes, it’s basically the same but it does look better and I think it would be easier to read. However, it has all these other bells and whistles that I do not need and I just simply cannot justify the price of almost $500 for it. Bigger size, great, but not for $130 more. Three more inches on the screen just isn’t worth it.
The only other differences between the Kindle 2 and the DX are that the DX can hold 3500 books compared to Kindle 2 holding only 1500. But, really, do I really need to be carrying around 3500 books? Granted, I might not know exactly which book I want to read while away but I think I can find something in 1500 books or less. Besides, Amazon stores all your books on their site. So it’s not like you can only buy 1500 books. You can buy as many as you want, you can just store 1500 on the Kindle 2. Not a selling point for me.
Finally, the DX has a rotating screen. I really do not need a rotating screen. For what? To make the pages come alive? Again, I’m not needing it for .pdf or anything like that. If I were a college student or someone who uses .pdf all the time, the rotating screen might come in handy. Coincidentally, the Sony PRS-505 has the capability of reading .pdf and the screen will rotate, I doth believe. So, again, I’m not seeing how the Kindle beats out the Sony on any of the points I’ve brought up thus far.
Further, I know that Kindle has the whispernet and you can d/l books in an instant. Problem? I live in the middle of NOWHERE. And just like with cellphones, the reception is shit out here. (This is why I have satellite everything.) I checked the coverage area on the whispernet map and wouldn’t you know it, I would have to drive 3-6 miles down the road to be in the orange covered area. Shocking. Where I live is covered under the green, national coverage area but that means the service will be intermittent, very slow at best. It’s probably better that I just load to my PC and then load to the reader from there which is what I would do with the Sony. So the whispernet meant nothing to me in my decision.
I almost bought the Sony. I really did. I was ready to sign the Kindle off forever.
What changed my mind? The ONLY reason that I bought the Kindle in the end?
The books. The sole purpose of getting this thing, for me, is to read books. I don’t care about .pdf shit and lights and all that. I don’t care if they ever come out with one that has color. (Seriously, books. I am buying one of these for books only. Books are black and white. Do not need the color.) I care about the books. When I moved in to this place, I had to give up all my books because I have no where to put them. I’ve lost my entire library. That’s a LOT of books.
So I compared the two stores. For awhile, Sony kept up. Yah, their prices were a bit higher but I don’t even care about that, too much. What did it was that, eventually, Sony only had 1 book that Amazon did not while Amazon had many books that Sony did not.
And that was it for me. That’s the only reason the Kindle won out, in the end.
It’s expensive as shit and I hope to God it’s worth it. I’m a little apprehensive about it and I think I have a little bit of time to use it and return it if I find I don’t like it afterall so that’s what I’ve done.
We’ll see what I think and I’ll write a review about it here.
Saturday, June 06, 2009
W?T?F??
Ok. So, in preparation for getting a Kindle, (note: I had ordered one previously but thought it was coming via UPS not USPS so gave them the shipping address to where I live which the post office does not deliver to so it got sent back. I’m now looking at the Kindle DX), I started downloading some of the free books online and came upon a list called, “Banned Books”.
Kids, you can not believe the shock I am going through reading this list. The Call of the Wild? BANNED? For what? Silas Marner? Wha...? We had to read that book in high school, why the fuck is it banned? Huck Finn? Tom Sawyer? Who are these people that ban these books? And what in God’s name is wrong with them?
Stunned. Absolutely stunned at the stupidity of certain people who think they can decide what is and is not best for everyone else on the planet. Get a fucking life, assholes.
In other WTF news, it has been storming all afternoon and evening and for the past few hours, every so often, I’ve been hearing this sort of chirping noise. It sounded almost electrical. Naturally, my imagination ran wild. See, I have some issue with some outlets on one side of the place. I only have four things plugged in on that one side, (clock, t.v., dvr, router), and the whole side will shut off making me have to hit the reset button on the outlet in the bathroom. This happens about once a week and I’ve asked around to all the geniuses around here and have been told not to worry about it. I envision my house going up in flames.
So, I hear this electrical chirping sound and with the lightning and all that going on outside, like I said, my imagination has been going in to overdrive. I’ve been sitting here on the bed looking up all kinds of shit on the internet today and periodically the sound starts but by the time I get off the bed and go to where I think the source is coming from, it stops. Aggravating as all hell, let me tell you. Images of the place exploding or going in flames or lightning jamming through an appliance are swirling around my mind while I try to figure out what the hell this noise is. Is it some sort of warning? Should I turn everything off? Am I going to get electrocuted? Am I going to be homeless this evening? What IS it?
Finally, hours later, I have discovered that the noise is not electric chirping. It’s insect chirping. Some little shit ball insect has snuck in to my house and is sitting by my laundry hamper making chirping noises. Every time I moved, it would stop. Bastard. All that angst. For nothing!
Anyway, does anyone out there have an ebook reader? I’ve been looking at all the different types and it looks like the Kindle is the best. Mainly because the price of their books are way cheaper than books you can get from, say, Sony. That means that even though I’d spend about $50 more on the Kindle initially, it would so pay the difference in books over the, say, Sony. But I’m still curious if anyone has one and what their thoughts are on these things.
It’s going to be a little bit before I get the Kindle. But I’ve been wanting one for some time and like I said, I did actually order one but it got sent back due to my misreading. And now the DX is out and I like that it’s bigger and even though it’s more expensive, I want it. But, I’m also afraid to spend that kind of money when any other reader is just as good or better or, above all, the thing is going to break on me within a month. (Been reading some of the reviews.)
Anyone? Bueller? Something oo oo economics?
No Gratitude
It’s D-Day and Google wants to talk about 25 years of Tetris.
Unfrickenbelievable.
By the way, Blackfive has linked the D-Day post I put up in 2004 and I’ve been getting a lot of hits from that, so I’d like all my two readers to go visit his site for more D-Day posts and links.
Helping Others Help Yourself
Remember a couple years ago all that trouble I was having with my VW? Really the only problem was a bad mechanic because the problem could have been fixed the first time around and far less expensively if I had found an honest mechanic. In the end, after shelling out thousands of dollars, I gave up and sold the car to one of those places that will take any car as long as it hasn’t been in a wreck and give you money for it.
I wish I had known about vehicle donations before I did that. See, I loved that car and I was very upset when I had to sell that car for a pittance just to have it end up in a junk yard somewhere. It’s not that the coolant problem couldn’t be fixed, it’s that I couldn’t find any honest person to fix it.
If I had known earlier about a car donation place, I would have done that, instead. They even take cars that don’t run so this problem could have been fixed easily and the charity could have used my car for a good purpose instead of it getting turned into some scrap metal.
If you have an old car that you don’t use anymore, you might consider doing just that. You’re not using it so why not give it to a charity that will use it to help people out? A lot of people in this country do not have cars or any way to get around. A lot of charities need vehicles to transport people, animals, large quantities of supplies or large objects to various parts of the city, state or country. When people think of charities they usually whip out their checkbook and write a check for $25 or $100 or so without realizing that they could really help an organization out by donating their car to that charity. For those of you who do use the tax write off, the charity uses standards such as Kelly Blue Book to rate the value of the car you are donating to them. Chances are, you’ll make out better with the tax write off than you will the measly little check you get from those places that will buy your car. Most importantly, you’ll be doing some good because you are really helping people out.
If this sounds good to you and you have a car right now that you can donate, then why don‘t you donate car here.
Thursday, June 04, 2009
On Way To The Poor House
Please tell me that you all know about Mystery Science Theater? If you do not, do yourselves a giant favor and go out and purchase any random DVD you find of MST3K and watch it. You will die laughing.
Back in the day, when I was but a wee lass, I used to watch Mystery Science Theater late at night on the television when the host was Joel. Then I started to purchase all the videos I could find. Then everyone switched over to DVD players and my VCR broke and my videos were pointless. I started to accumulate DVD of MST3K. And even though Joel was no longer the host, Michael was pretty funny as well, thought not as funny as Joel. Then I realized I couldn’t afford to do this anymore and I didn’t get any new DVDs. (Meaning, I had not completed my library of MST3K.) And life was bland, boring and colorless.
Until now. Now I’ve found a way to get my fix for only 99 cents a shot from RiffTrax! You play the DVD that you have and at the same time play the RiffTrax! MP3 that you just purchased to go along with that movie. It’s like having Cameron, Tom Servo and Crrrrroooooooooow right there in your living room. Well, you don’t get to see the silhouettes of their heads in front of the movie but the voices sound familiar.
In the meantime, you can watch and listen to the little samples they have on the front page. Now, sometimes, this was the best part of the whole MST3K movie; the little black and white bullshit school films they used to show to make us drink our milk and sit up straight. From these films we learned that appearance is everything and life on the farm is not back breaking labor but a whole lot of fun!!! (The Simpsons make fun of these old school films in their own way...Troy McClure anyone?)
Currently there are riffs for 70 movies and I haven’t checked the catalog to see if I actually have any of those movies, (I doubt it), but instead of purchasing shitty movies just to enjoy the MST3K making fun of them, just rent the movie and d/l the MP3.
This is not a paid advertisement, you just don’t understand how much MST3K meant to me. It was right up there with Monty Python and Black Adder. And I’m beyond thrilled that I get to see/hear new stuff.
For those of you who have never understood my sense of humor, (and, from some of the comments, I can see some people don’t get it....(and please do not get upset about that and stop commenting or be too scared to comment, it’s an observation only)), now maybe you’ll start to understand that a lot of this, while venting, is also tongue in cheek. Yes, sometimes I am full out venting and pissed off, (animal abusers), but a lot of times, try not to read the entries in an angry voice. Try reading them with a shit load of sarcasm instead.
Wednesday, June 03, 2009
On Being Neighborly
I’ve been emailing my friend Kristine about the trip and future plans to move and she reminded me of a little story I didn’t share. As I told Kristine, I know the difference between those who are being neighborly and those who are only looking for any information about you that they can get in order to lure you in and back stab you later. Yes, there are plenty of people out there like that. I work and have worked with quite a few of them.
When I say, “I hate people”, I’m talking about the assclowns that hate themselves and try to bring you down to their level of hatred. This city is FILLED with those types of people. Sometimes one needs to get the hell away to be reminded that there are some fantastically wonderful people in this world that you wouldn’t mind sitting down and having a beer with. So, I’m going to share with you the story I just told her in an email:
When I got back from seeing the sites in the day, I had to go to the front desk for soap. While I was waiting, two older gentlemen were checking in. I waited patiently. They were asked for their address and then phone number. After the first one gave out his phone number, he turned to me and said, “You didn’t write that down did you?”
I told him that I certainly had written it down and would soon be calling.
His friend then gave his information and after he gave out his phone number to the front desk I said to the first gentlman, “And if you don’t answer, I’ll just call him to find out where you are.”
I then went upstairs to write an entry and then went to the bar right behind the hotel for a drink to get away from the screaming kids in the pool. Lo and behold, who was there? The two older gentlemen and their wives.
“Oh great”, said the first older gentleman. Which I knew was a joke. So I joked back with him. This is how we were sitting:
Mr. Fake Attitude was sitting on the far right end. Next to him was 2nd gentleman’s wife, then 2nd gentleman and then 1st gentleman’s wife. Then me.
They were all talking to the bartender mostly but then the wife of the 1st gentleman started talking to me. Periodically the 1st gentleman would say things like, “Don’t get familiar with HER!” Things like that. He then bought everyone another round, including me. Without telling me. The bartender told me. I, of course, thanked the 1st gentleman. He told me not to get used to it. He also asked what kind of an airboat captain could I be if I’m sitting there drinking a beer.
That is the kind of banter I love.
We continued to sit at the bar and talk and I talked a lot to the wife of the 1st gentleman. I told her where I was from, what I did for a living, why I was in St. Augustine, that sort of thing. At one point I told her I used to bartend in Seattle. She then started trying to get the bartender’s attention, (the manager), and when she did told him that I have tended bar before. She was trying to get me a job right there. Her arms were flailing as she was trying to get the bartender’s attention and telling him this and I was grabbing for her arms to put them down and after she told the bartender/manager this, I said, “Mother! C’mon!” She said she doesn’t get to do that with her kids so she decided to do it to me.
More talking ensued. Eventually they got a booth to have dinner. I was invited by wife of the 1st gentleman. 1st gentleman said, “OH GOD, don’t invite her! We’ll never get rid of her!”
I said that was incentive enough to eat with them but passed on the offer. I thanked her for it and told her I did appreciate the gesture but that I had to get to a ghost tour soon and was still full from lunch. But thank you anyway.
They went and sat down and I finished my drink. I then got up to leave and as I passed them bid them adieu and wished them all a great vacation. They wished me a safe trip home and it was nice to meet me.
So, you see, I don’t actually hate everyone.
I know that on this site it may appear that I’m always ticked off and hate the whole world but please remember that this is where I come to vent. VENT. This does not mean this is how I am at all times in real life. I don’t need to vent about cool people. I need to vent about the plethora of clownshoes available in the world and discuss exactly why I hate those clownshoes. Because if I don’t do it here, I’ll say it to their face and some things you just really don’t need to be saying out loud. Until you no longer work there or are no longer their neighbors.
I am a friendly person and I DO enjoy the hell out of SOME people’s company; when they are genuine. I like genuine people. It’s those other ones that I don’t like and since they make all the noise, they usually get the attention. I suppose I should start sharing more stories like the one above.
Don’t be expecting a lot of those types of stories until I move, though. Although, I do have one BIG story I’m going to tell later but the story isn’t over yet. And I think most of you will be shocked by something I’m going to say in that story. Oooh, now I’ve got you hanging on the edge of your seats. Muahhahahahahhahaa!
I hate when people do that to me but it will be worth it. It’s a great story but I can’t tell it until it’s finished. Patience.
In the meantime, bask in the revelation that I’m not a raving bitch. Just on the blog.
Exhaustion
One thing I forgot to mention in the post titled, “My Spine!” was about the trolleys. I wrote that title for the simple fact that while the trolleys do take you around much faster than walking, they have no shocks to speak of. None. At all. Whatsoever. So you get bounced and banged around like a fricken rag doll. Hence why I titled the thing, “My Spine!” Seriously, it was bad. Sometimes, the thing bounced around so much, squeaking and banging that you couldn’t hear the tour guide talking. I thought it was going to snap my neck and paralyze me for how much jostling we took.
Anyway, am back home. Of course the first thing I had to do was clean litter boxes. Hurray, you’re home now feed us and clean up our mess. Yah. Good to be back. The kitties didn’t destroy the house up like I thought they would. I’m shocked. The only evidence that they had themselves a good time was the couch cushion was turned on its side but other than that, walls are still standing, carpet is not shredded, drapes are not torn down. I’m impressed at how much they controlled themselves. Of course, in a month’s time, I may find that one random beer bottle cap underneath the stove proving that they did throw themselves a party while I was gone but for now, I’ll consider them good little felions.
The litter though....jeeezus. How much do they have to poop in 2 days? My GOD!
They didn’t seem to miss me too much. As soon as they got food in their gullets, (and are you fricken kidding me? The punks ate 3.5 pounds of food in less than two days? PIGS!), they were content and happy again. “Ok, thanks lady, you may go.”
I still have 5 more days of vacation time left so I’m still feeling pretty good. I’m sure the day I have to go back to work I’m going to hate but that will just give me more incentive to save up every last penny to leave the hell out of here as soon as possible. Being away from that place has been nice. Getting out of Miami and going some place where people are sane and HUH? What’s this? Speak English? And are courteous? Woah! Definitely needed.
I think I can pull this off for another year or two and then, hopefully, I’ll have what I need and get away from the insanity. The monkeys. The screeching, poo flinging monkeys.
It will be nice. I’ll have to come back and read my own blog entries about this from time to time to remind myself. Hell, I may have to do that when I get home from work next Tuesday.
God I hate these people.
Whatever, don’t even think about them for 5 days.
I’m fricken exhausted from all the driving so I’m going to have a barley pop and get some rest.
Oh and no, I did not take photos. Remember that my camera died? I was going to get a new one but then a certain white punk feline spilled milk on to my laptop keyboard and I had to shell out a couple hundred bucks for that fix? Yah, so, no camera. No photos. I’m sure you can find everything I talked about online though.
Tuesday, June 02, 2009
So They Say
Alright, I just got back from the little ghostie tour and I’ve gotta say, I’m a bit disappointed. The implication is that they will take us to a few places that are known to be haunted to see if we can find anything. Apparently I got on the wrong tour because what I just got back from was taking us around to various places and telling us ghost stories. Hardly the same thing. I guess some of the tours are different so perhaps the front desk misunderstood what tour I was taking this evening because the tour his girlfriend went on was not the tour I just went on.
We all got on a trolley and went to the old Spanish hospital. Maybe it’s because I’m used to the heat but I didn’t find it hot inside. See, we all gathered in to a room and the lady shut the door so that the only light came from a single candle. She then proceeded to tell a ghost story and what ghosts were around the place. I felt little cool breezes every so often but it was coming from the air conditioner vents above us.
Regardless, a girl sitting next to me got up in the middle of the lady’s story, opened the door and went outside. About 5 minutes after that, another girl standing against another wall just dropped to the floor. She totally fainted and hit the ground hard. She came to not even 1 minute later and was a little unclear as to what was going on. She said that all she knew was that she was listening to a story and the next thing she knew, everyone was staring at her. She may have been a little hot or she locked her knees while she stood or something, who knows. But she was fine.
Now, at the exact same time that the story teller lady was tending to the girl who fainted, a guy went outside and came back in almost immediately. Seems the girl who had gone outside earlier had also fainted. Problem was, she fainted outside and smacked her head on the concrete and was laying out there for a good 5-8 minutes before anyone knew what had happened. She apparently smacked her head so hard that an ambulance was called to tend to her. This cut the first part of our tour short, mid story and we were rushed off to the next spot as the tour group behind us was waiting to go in to the hospital for their ghost story.
Yah, it’s a little weird that two girls fainted but I don’t think it had anything to do with spirits.
We got back on to the trolley and were taken to the Old Drugstore. Everything was going fine, story telling was fun but then a couple of the tourists, guys, middle aged idiots, decided to start making noise. I mean, trying to make creepy noises. As in, they were banging on things trying to make people believe there were spirits doing it. It was so damn obvious who was doing it even if it was dark in the rooms. Totally destroyed the atmosphere. Oh, also, forgot to mention, in the first room, the hospital, someone’s cell phone went off and they did nothing to turn it off. They just let it ring and ring and ring until the caller finally gave up. At that point, many people started taking their cell phones out and turning them off because it was fucking annoying and, once again, destroyed the atmosphere.
Story time over in the drug store, we went out to look at the cemetery. As everyone was turning to go after flashing their cameras over and over and over again to the point you couldn’t see a damn thing in the dark, I hung back just a bit. As I was turning, I happened to see something standing in the cemetery. Like, a person. Like a person with a hoodie sweatshirt on just staring at us. Like I had to keep looking to see if I was seeing what I thought I was seeing. And it kept being a person with a hoodie sweatshirt on and no one else was seeing it. So I tried to make it look like a headstone cause obviously that must be what it is and my eyes were playing tricks on me especially after all the fucking flash photography in the dark but it kept looking like a person standing there wearing a hoodie sweatshirt. Which would also be stupid because people in the 1800s didn’t have hoodie sweatshirts. I decided that I wanted to see something so bad, I just saw something when it probably was a headstone. The graves are above ground so it would be easy to misunderstand what I was seeing in the dark.
Anyway, after that we were off to the Old Jail. I had been there earlier in the day and had heard the story about the Charlie Powell guy so I was a little bored hearing it again. And, of course, once again, douche bag tourists started banging on metal trying to freak everyone out until the tour guide called them out on it. In a nice way, of course but she did call them out. Everyone was then escorted in to a holding area and the lady had her hand on the gate as they filed in, indicating that she was going to close the door. Fuck! That! I walked back out so that I was on the outside of the holding area while everyone else got closed in. She then left us to mull around and listen to some audio of “prisoners” screaming about rats and things like that.
I had my back to the stairwell watching everyone in the holding cell when all of a sudden, from the stairwell rushed a figure in an inmate outfit that made me half scream. Don’t fucking rush in like that. It doesn’t matter if I’m on a ghost tour or not, that shit startles the crap out of me every time. The good thing is that as he rushed in to the door he was yelling so his yelling drowned out my half scream. I think only he noticed.
Anyway, he was playing the role of Charlie Powell and that story was told again, we were then brought down to the “gallows” and as he was standing under it, talking to us about it, the trap door flew open. He ran off and that was the end of the tour. We piled back on to the trolley to go back to the starting point.
Totally. Gay.
Of course I didn’t expect to see anything but I thought we were actually going to try looking for things and, oh, I don’t know, be fucking quiet, waiting to see if anything would happen. Instead it was just a story telling tour that is done at night to make it seem scarier. Which it totally was not.
I’ll have to look around and find out if any tour actually does that. Like I said, the front desk guy said his girlfriend did a tour like that so there has to be one. It sure as hell wasn’t the one I was on, that’s all I know.
Yes, it was entertaining but it was not worth $26. I’m trying not to sound like an asshole tourist but I did read the brochure and it did imply something different than what we got. But, whatever. My time here in St. Augustine is coming to a close.
I don’t know if I saw enough of the town. I spent my entire time in the old historic district and it’s interesting, of course but it’s not something I think I would do again. The rest of the town offers stuff to do along the beaches and ocean that I can get at any beach town so I guess I may not come back this way. I heard a lot of nice things about St. Augustine and for the most part, yah, it was nice but again, not something I would desire to do again.
At least see it once, kids.
My Spine!
Ok. So I’m back for now but will be departing in a few hours for my ghost tour. Meanwhile, let’s discuss the day’s events thus far. As I stated previously, I decided, at 2 in the morning that I was going to go ahead and get the hell out of dodge afterall. I do only have a short time frame I can do this because I am working with a rescue group that helps me out with the cats I’ve rescued. I have to be back by tomorrow evening because they are coming to pick some up to get spayed. They bring them back Thursday night and then come back again on Friday to pick up as many cats as possible to bring to their showings on the weekends. So, it was either do this now, do it on the weekend, (when there are far too many tourists), or do it some other day. I was undecided until I took my trash out at 1:30 and thought, “Fuck it, let’s do this.”
Cleaned all the litter boxes, gave the cats a gallon and a half of water to drink and 3-4 pounds of food to eat while I was gone. They should be fine. Of course, jury is out on what sort of foolishness and mayhem I’ll be returning to once they’ve had their way, unsupervised, for so long. We shall see.
Anyhoo, I arrived here at a little after 8 am and had a decent idea of what hotel I wanted to stay in based on location and price. I made no reservation, obviously and hoped they would have a room. I walked in and the lady behind the counter had the warmest and most welcoming smile and greeting. Instead of the usual bored look on the faces of the staff who seem to be saying, in their facial gestures, that they could not care less if you stayed there or not, this was a pleasant experience.
She indeed did have a room for me and upon hearing that I had been driving since 2 am, told me I could have it early and to get upstairs and get some sleep. I asked that someone call me to wake me up in three hours. I then got my key and trotted off to my room. Where I fell right in to bed, (I drove here in my pajamas. What? Shouldn’t I drive in what is most comfortable?), and I am pretty sure I went to sleep. I woke up a couple of times not sure if I actually slept but I think I did.
Next thing I know, it’s 11:51. No phone call had been made to wake me up. I was a little annoyed about that because I specifically asked for the phone call so that I wouldn’t sleep the whole day away. I did not drive 6 hours and spend almost $100 on a hotel room just to do something I could have done very well at home in my own bed.
I got up and proceeded to the bathroom area to discover I had no soap available to me. Sigh. And here we had started out so well. I got ready and went out to explore. I wanted to go see the Fountain of Youth so I started walking in that direction. I saw some trolleys drive by, loaded with tourists and I initially thought, “Suckers. You won’t see me getting on one of those things. Just fricken walk, people! Get some exercise and save your money.”
Yah. Sometimes I’m a complete tool shed.
By the time I reached the Fountain of Youth, (a 10 minute walk), I was pouring with sweat. I guess I’m not too good for that trolley after all. Sign me up.
I got a ticket for the trolley and then took a day time tour of the jail. The tour guide was....uh...interesting. I know he was trying to be funny and he was in character and sometimes I thought, “He’s talking like this to make fun of us.” Because I have much experience with tour guides talking strange to make fun of the tourists. My co-workers do it all the time. But it was a very informative and rather interesting tour, nonetheless. I found out that some guy named Charles....uh...Powell? Something like that, was being hanged on Feb 28..uh..way back then. Two psychologists or whatever from NY came down in order to research what goes on in a person’s brain while they are being hanged.
Now, of course the person cannot talk and they have their arms strapped to their legs so that they cannot try to pull themselves back up and get the rope off of their neck so how the hell did these two think they would get any answers? Apparently they asked yes and no questions and Charles WhateverHisLastNameIs would open one hand for yes and one hand for no. For 8 solid minutes these two doctors asked the guy questions.
Can you fricken imagine that? Eight minutes of feeling everything happening to you, you know you’re about to die and you are aware enough of what’s going on to answer yes or no questions with your hands.
Because of this, these two doctors took a photo just before the hanging and then their notes and proceeded to fight to stop hanging because it should be considered cruel and unusual punishment. Bleeding hearts. If you murder someone, who gives a shit if it’s cruel and unusual punishment?
Anyway, the jail tour was good and I recommend it for anyone who visits.
From there I got on to the trolley and went around town. I stopped at another place I’ll be visiting tonight, the Old Drug Store and got some lunch. This place is supposed to be on the ghost tour tonight so I wanted to see what it looked like in the day time, just like the jail. I gotta tell you, I’m not so sure anything is going to happen tonight. I just didn’t get any feelings.
Of course, I say this during the day.
I continued on and saw many old, historic buildings, the oldest house, 2nd oldest house, oldest school, the history behind Flagler’s building decisions, on and on. All extremely interesting. Very good tour guide on that trolley. I tipped him when I got off but I noticed a lot of people did not. Assholes.
I then stopped at the Castillo de San Marcos, the fort and looked around. I’m not going to write a big old review about it, look it up online. It was also interesting. (Dear readers: Perhaps someone would like to invest in a thesaurus for ol’ Serenity here.)
As the day was winding down, I hopped back on the trolley for one more stop and that was to get back to my hotel. I came upstairs, began to write this and started hearing children SCREAMING outside my window.
Oh. Yah. I am right next to the pool. FUCKING lovely. I get to listen to this shit? Hell no, I’m off to the bar, bitches. I did not drive 6 fucking hours and spend all this money to listen to a bunch of kids fucking scream. I HATE that shit.
Good thing there’s a bar right next door.
Oh, real quick: When I got back and asked for SOAP, thankyouverymuch, I asked the guy at the counter if he had ever done the ghost tour. He said he hadn’t but his girlfriend had. He said it’s an hour and a half long and they gave her a camera to shoot orbs, (please, I don’t buy that “orb” shit...it’s dust particles), she kept the camera and they also gave her EVP (or whatever) readings to take home. He said his girlfriend said it was good.
We shall see now won’t we? Get ready ghosts.
Oh God, stop screaming! Beer time.
Spontaneous
So, at about 2 in the morning I decided that I was indeed going to go ahead and visit St. Augustine. Six hours later, I’m here, in a hotel room, ready to sleep for a few hours. Then I’ll be off to see the sites.
Tonight I have booked a ghost tour. They will take us to the old jail, an old Spanish hospital and an old drug store. I better experience some fricken ghosts. I did not drive 6 hours in the night just to have the ghosts be shy, damnit! You hear that, ghosts? You better get your asses out tonight because I am here now.
More updates later. First, sleep. Glorious sleep.
Monday, June 01, 2009
Finally
After two years working here and asking and asking and asking and always getting some lame ass bullshit excuse, I finally got some time off.
The very first thing people ask is, “Where are you going?”
Why the hell do I need to go anywhere? All I want to do is sleep and be left the fuck alone. I just want a break from the stupid questions I receive all day long, the pissy little attitudes, the back stabbing, gossiping, rumors and the inane conversations my drugged out co-workers have all day long.
In other words, I want to remember what life is like in the real world.
I MAY go visit St. Augustine but I may not. I may just fucking chill out for the 9 days I have off and do absolutely nothing. I live in a vacation spot. I’m about sick to death of tourists. I don’t need any more socialization at this point.
What I need is some peace and quiet and sleep. What I need is to just fuck around and goof off all day long. Stay up way too late at night on the computer, sleep in way too late during the day. Stay out of the boiling hot sun.
This is a mental vacation. I’m mentally exhausted and the very last thing I want to do is go out in to the world, (namely traffic), and deal with ignorant fuckwads.
On my last day of work before the vacation, I went to the store and stocked up on everything I might need so that I don’t have to leave the confines of my house. I have enough to entertain me here. I have the computer/internet, satellite t.v. in which I can use to watch horrible reality shows, I will actually have energy to use my Wii and WiiFit now because I won’t be drained from the boiling hot sun and stupid tourist questions, (not sure if I mentioned that yet) and my retarded, douche bag co-workers, (did I mention them yet? They are especially tiring.) I’ll have the energy to actually do a good cleaning instead of a quick clean. I’ll have energy to spend time with the cats. I will have time to pick up a book and read it instead of getting one paragraph in before I fall asleep only to wake up some hours later with the book plastered to my cheek.
In other words, this vacation, the first vacation I’ve had in two and a half years, I intend on doing absolutely nothing interesting to anyone else at all. I am not going to jet off somewhere just so I have a good story to share with the co-workers who will undoubtedly ask, “Where did you go? What did you do?”
God, assholes, we fucking hate each other. Why are you so interested in what I do with my personal time that has no effect on you whatsoever? It does not concern you, so why do you care? For you to judge how well you think I spent my vacation? Yeah, look, I got done with those, “What I Did On My Vacation” reports in grade school, ok?
None of your fucking business what the hell I do. Go smoke another joint and guzzle another beer. Hey, pop a pill or two while you’re at it and attack the shit out of each other while I’m gone. Actually, I’m probably not going to be gone long enough for that to happen. They’ll spend the next 9 days trash talking me while I’m not around. I can almost guarantee that shit. If I were gone longer, they would eventually tire of that and start attacking each other since I’m not there to be their little punching bag but I don’t think 9 days is long enough.
Maybe it is. Hopefully it is. I would love nothing more than to return and hear that the monkeys turned on each other in my absence.
Now, this sounds like a self important post; as if I’m so fucking important that they will all talk about me. It’s not that. Not at all. I do nothing to these pricks. I mind my own business, do my job and go home. I don’t like getting involved in the petty ass arguments that go on there and let me tell you, we are talking some major pettiness. It’s amazing what makes grown men cry like little girls. The magnitude of bullshit around here is appalling.
Yes, I know, you have pieces of shit no matter where you work. There’s always at least one. I get that. This isn’t my first job nor do I have no other life experience. (Something my co-workers seem to forget. They all seem to believe life began at this place.) But, as bitchy as the bitchiest co-worker I’ve ever had has been, they pale in comparison to the infantile crappings my co-workers drop every day. The second in command told me, when I pointed this out, that I was welcome to work somewhere else. I know that, bitch. (I also know that she is one of the biggest culprits when it comes to gossip and rumors and she didn’t like being called out like that. Immature whore.) I know damn good and well that I don’t have to stay here. Der. However, I also know that I’m not going to let some whiny, snot nosed, crybaby co-worker run me out of a situation where the money is pretty decent. I have a goal and the hell if some fag ass abuser is going to push me away from that.
I know they’ve tried and continue to try. But I’m stronger than they are. I’ve been called WAY worse by better. I’ve had enough experience dealing with little shit nuggets like this. It’s just that this time there’s more of them. It’s annoying as all hell but little pieces of creamed shit will not steer me away from my goals. So suck it, bitches.
This 9 day staycation is going to rejuvenate me so that I can put up with the horseshit for a little while longer as I continue to save and accumulate. Eventually I WILL leave but not until I’m either fired or I’M ready.
That irritates them greatly. Which makes it all the more fun for me. Do you know how hilarious it is to know that your mere existence boils someone’s blood? Yep. I say that to myself everyday:
“The very fact that I live and breathe pisses you off. I need to do nothing more. I’ve already won.”
The people I work with, most don’t even have a high school diploma, (no you do not need to be smart to drive an airboat), do drugs or drink or both, a LOT, are stupid as shit and have no future. Most of them get pissed that I have an education. I don’t throw it in their face but I’m not going to dumb myself down to talk about farts and fucking just to make them feel better about themselves. Most of them are highly irritated that I’m a girl and doing the same job they are. They really, really don’t like the fact that a girl is doing the “man’s job” (according to them), and does it better than many of them. I’m not the best. Certainly not. But I do well. And it annoys the ever loving shit out of them. In fact, some of them accuse me of flashing all the tourists on my boat to make tips. Yah, that’s exactly what I do. It couldn’t possibly be due to the fact that I FUCKING know how to relate to people and make them laugh. It couldn’t be due to the fact that I’ve had years of experience in customer service that has taught me how to talk to people and not AT them. It couldn’t be due to the fact that I’m not a fucking asshole and don’t treat people like shit. It couldn’t be due to the fact that a little bit of acting experience can go a long way. (You just have to act like you enjoy them for 45 minutes and make them believe it.) No, it can’t have anything at all to do with any of that education and experience. It’s simply because I flash everyone on each tour. That’s how I make my money. See, that’s the only possible way any girl can make any money. I mean, we’re girls. We have no skills to speak of. We are all dumb. We have nothing intelligent to say. In fact, why don’t we just shut up and get in the kitchen to make them a sandwich and get them a beer.
There’s just no way I can be making any money off of any of my abilities. None at all. Because girls can’t do anything except cook, clean and fuck. Don’t be getting too big for your britches with your hoity toity education. And stop using big words to embarrass me. (Seriously, I don’t use big words. I just talk like a normal human being. I’m not a pretentious fuck. Let me give you an example of what they think is a big word: The alligator is much more docile than the crocodile. Docile. HOLY SHIT! I can’t believe she talks like that in front of us! Fucking know it all bitch! What the fuck does docile mean? I bet she looked it up to embarrass us. What the fuck does it mean, anyway? Bitch.) I think I’ve used that example before...I’m not sure if I actually wrote that out, thought of writing it out or never submitted the post....but if I repeat myself, well, what can you expect? I’m just a dumb girl. I should have just stopped writing 1000 words ago and flashed everyone instead. I mean, that’s all I’m good for.
Anyhoo, yes, I do intend on leaving one day. I will not work here forever. But now is not the time, bullshit wading or not. First of all, we have an ignorant fool in office who is destroying jobs left and right so now is not the time to be looking for a new job. Great time to buy a home, though. And, frankly, I want to milk this shit for all its worth while I have the strength to do it. At the very least, I want to do this another year. IF I can stomach it, I’ll do it a little longer than that. Honestly I’m not sure how much I can take after that much time but I want to make it at least that long. Then I’ll have a sizable chunk of savings and most of my stuff will be paid off. At that point, I should only owe on one thing but that one thing is an investment for me, really. Once my car is paid off and certain contracts are up and I’ve got a good amount in my savings, then I’ll start to look around at moving the hell away from here. Because this IS the place to get that done.
Then, when I know I can leave any old damn time I please, that’s the point I start telling these fuckwads a thing or two. Right now I pretty much keep my mouth shut because, again, I have a goal. Once I have reached that goal, there will be nothing to hold me back.
And frankly, my next job? I’d prefer to work from home, thankyouverymuch. Enough with the low self esteemed co-workers. I have some of the writing I can be doing, that gets some money to me but I need a good, full time job working from home. I think I’d be much happier, much more relaxed and more at peace. So, let me know if you know of any good, legit work at home jobs. LEGIT, people. Key word.
And now, I’m off to enjoy the rest of my vacation. I think I’ll begin by sleeping some more.
Saturday, May 30, 2009
Seriously
Why is it that when you are supposed to be sitting perfectly still, everything starts to itch?
Monday, May 25, 2009
Hangover Yet?
Not even six months in and some of you are just starting to wake up. You’re still bleary eyed, yawning and stretching but you’re starting to realize that the whore you slept with last night while you swaggered around on your drunken carnival was actually a diseased ridden tranny and you just made a big, terrible mistake. While you’re cleaning the dried up vomit from your floor and out of your sink, acknowledge the reality that this time there is no pill to take or shot to rid yourself of the STD you just contracted. This time you have to suffer for the next four years and beyond, depending on just how much damage this administration does.
The government previously indicated that it planned to take at least 50 percent of the restructured company, and likely would take the right to name members to its board of directors, as it has at Chrysler, where the government will control four of nine seats.
The United Auto Workers retiree health fund is set to own as much as 39 percent of the restructured GM, in exchange for giving up its claim to at least $10 billion that the company owes it. Yesterday, the union announced that it reached an agreement with GM that will reduce the company’s labor costs.
Still unknown is what part the Canadian government might play in the ongoing GM restructuring.
GM operates several plants north of the border. The Canadians agreed to invest about $3.5 billion in the Chrysler restructuring and control one of the nine board seats.
There is something very seriously wrong with every last word you have just read. Why did people vote for this person? Why? What in God’s name were they thinking? Were they thinking at all?
To those of you who voted for this circus sideshow:
Look, the government may provide you with a house, car, cell phone and food but remember, THERE IS NO FREE LUNCH! You will pay for that. The pay isn’t always monetary. You will pay with your freedom. You are an adult, you want to be respected, you want to be left the hell alone to live your life as you see fit? Not with those freebies you won’t. The government is going to parent you. Say hi to daddy. And apparently they will parent you the way you’ve never been parented before. If you think you’re going to tell the government that they can kiss your ass, you’re going to stay out as late as you wish, you better think again. Enjoy it while you can. Cackle away now. Soon you will see the consequences of your actions.
And for the rest of you, are you serious when you vote to have the government control all this shit? Oh you want to force people to do things your way? Guess what, cupcake? When the government is done telling “them” how to do things, they are going to start telling YOU how to do things. Oops, didn’t think about that? Welp, too late now. Great job on looking ahead. Can’t see the forest through all the trees eh? You’re about to get lost in that forest because of who you voted for. Congratulations.
Don’t come crying to me when your world starts crumbling down around you. No, I will not share my supplies and I sure as fuck am not sharing my gun with you. You made that bed....die in it.
(demotivator from GOC)
Friday, May 22, 2009
Put On A Happy Face, Damnit!
“Smile, we’re having fun.”
“Smile!”
Three of the most common things that people have said and continue to say to me throughout my life are, “smile”, “show only your happiness” and, “if you don’t talk, (make any noise), everyone will like you.”
It’s like I’ve never been allowed to be human. I’m only allowed to smile, be happy and never make a sound. If only I would sit there, quietly, with a smile on my face, the whole world would just love me.
God.
