Rant: I'm smart. I know science. How did I overlook the whole "engine-coolant + heat in a closed container = high pressure" equation?
RANT: I don't overly mind spending hours replying to complaints. It's part of my job, and it's a legislated requirement. I do hate, however, responding to bullshit allegations where the representative hasn't even bothered to find out the circumstances, and then proceeds to try and bully me by referring to legislation that either doesn't exist, doesn't apply to our company, doesn't exist in this state or places a requirement on someone else to do something. Hell, it'd even be nice if you could get my company name remotely right. For fuck's sake, you're supposed to be professionals.
Rant: Nothing is worse, in my opinion, than seeing a hot girl in a sun dress and getting excited, then she turns around and has a full sleeve of tattoos. I'm probably in the minority when it comes to this, but I don't find tattoos attractive at all.
Rave: So today I had my first guitar lesson after God knows how many years learning by myself. Anyway the guys cool and all but he got this look of surprise when I plugged in my guitar and played for 10 seconds and said, "Wow, that's the first Strat I've seen that actually sounds like a Strat." The things a mofuckin' Mexican Strat, but I've put a lot of work into getting it to play how I want. So, that was cool.
Rave: I've been watching this show on the Science Channel that is really good. It's a round table discussion hosted by Paula Zahn with various leaders in the scientific/genetic/biology fields along with religious figures and others, and they are discussing the implications of this recent creation of synthetic life. It's very interesting show with some pretty good discussion. Rant: After watching some of this, I look at everything else that is on tv...Total crap for the most part. Rave: I love the Science Channel. Especially looking forward to the new show "Through the wormhole with Morgan Freeman"
RANT: Okay, lets see. Move into the neighborhood. Check. Ride loud ass, smelly minibikes in front of the neighbors houses, including on your rented property. Check. Throw loud parties and "warn" the neighbors that you are having one. Check. Intimidate and harass the kids across the street. Check. Let your teenage children stand in the street and smoke pot and drink beer late at night. Check. Deal drugs out of your house. Check. Act every inch the stereotypical low life "gangster" family. Check. Start fights with our friends, threaten to shoot my dog, and let your teenage children give everyone the finger and curse them out. Check. Can you guess how long these people have been in the neighborhood? Three fucking weeks. I need these low life clowns next door to me like I need a bag on my hip. Fucking cops have been here 10 times in three weeks, including 4 times their first week here, and I have only called them once, which was today, because they were threatening our friends and screaming at them. People from blocks away are calling the cops on them. That's how fucking loud and inconsiderate they are. Thank God they are only renting and (literally) everyone in the neighborhood is trying to get them evicted. And fuck that God damned real estate company for putting in section 8 lowlifes in a family neighborhood with kids everywhere, when the could have sold the house many times to nice quiet people. It's every homeowner's worst nightmare come true. Those fucks are on borrowed time. That is for sure.
Rant: Gin. Tanqueray, to be specific. This stuff tastes like cough medicine. 100% chance I'm not drinking it "properly." I'm open to ideas. I usually just drink all of my liquor straight, but I'm beginning to think I should make an exception here. Thoughts? Rant: ITBS. That's a fancy way of saying, "My knee really fucking hurts." Luckily, it's slowly getting better... Rave: ...or at least it will right after I light up and watch a few more episodes of Breaking Bad. I'm caught up to episode 204 right now.
Rave: Finished my paper! Although it is probably shit, I don't care because it is done. Rant: I hate writing the works cited page. I don't know why I have such an aversion to it, but it's like pulling teeth for me. Rave: I think I might move into a house with three friends on the east side. It's a cute neighborhood with a big backyard for the dog. Downside: roommates. Upside: Not living in this smelly apartment-cave.
Rave: Just downloaded Season 1 of 24. Watching the first episode now. Holy shit is this show good in the first season Rave: Mo'fuckin interwebs. I started this download last night at around 9. Woke up this morning and the entire 24 episodes were in my filthy pirate hands. Gave me a woodrow. Rant: Endless debate on whether or not to go to sleep or watch another episode.
Rave: Making women orgasm from oral. Especially those who have never before and thought they couldn't. The new girlfriend was quite happy with my performance last night. Rant/Rave?: She asked me if she could "milk the prostate" while blowing me saying, "it will be the best thing you've ever felt in your life." Rave: This is BY FAR the kinkiest, most experimental, girlfriend I've ever had. I'm really starting to like it! Package that together with that fact that she's got an amazing personality and my friends/family love her, and I'm pretty smitten right now.
RAVE: Burn notice fired back up last night. Guest starred Michael Fucking Ironside. Good start to the new season, overall. RANT: He wasn't around long.
Rave: Also having a job where I jerk off or have sex while on the clock. Looking at porn while getting paid fucking rules. Not-so-gay rave: Two cabin parties this month. Both look like they'll be a pretty good time; lots of babes, lots of beer, lots of beach, lots of babes and for once I'll be going without that ghostly look. So-gay Rave: I've lost lots of weight; according to one female friend who goes to school in Montreal. It's a nice thing when people notice.
Rave: In gloomy old Ohio for a few weeks...except, it's not so gloomy right now. Going camping for the weekend with old highschool friends. Fuck Yeah. Rant: I know I'm missing a LOT of good waves right now. Good thing I had a six hour surf session on Monday and a three hour sess on Tuesday to hold me over. My shoulders are still burning from that shit.
Another small town rant: As I mentioned on here at some point, my class reunion was last weekend. Well, today I hear a rumor that one of the girls there wanted to kick my ass. This is news to me since I didn't even talk to her, or her husband who I was apparently hanging all over. Seriously fuck this town. Rant: The husband and I have been talking/fighting all week (completely unrelated to the events mentioned above that never actually occurred.). This has been the longest week of my life and I have no idea how things are going to work out.
RANT: The Bulgarian strength training and resulting modified program I developed this last year or so has finally run out of gas. I will have to revisit it later, but the Mike Bell Beginner program set me down the right path. RAVE: There's a bad ass Russian program I picked up in this months TMuscle that I am starting up on. It looks extremely promising. RAVE: New work out routines are like fucking new girls.
RAVE: Happy to have found this board again. I don't know why I lost it to begin with. anyway. RAVE: New Toshiba Laptop and Droid Phone. Making money is great! RAVE: Ran my second half marathon last weekend and made it in 1:58:42. New PR. Time to step it up to try the SF Full in july. RANT: For the first time in 5 years I'm completely single with no prospects. Maybe this should be a rave.
My Boss went to lunch up the street at a new Thai type of place. I'd requested an order of the calamari to go. Boss returns sets the container on my desk, I pop it open and what I have is no way even close to what I'd asked for. I walk back down the street to get the correct thing only to be told, they were out of calamari so they took it upon themselves to substitute it for the next thing listed on the menu. WTF? End result, a pissy shegirl with no lunch that had no breakfast. I guess when I start drinking today it will hit me faster on the empty stomach. Sliver lining? EDIT: The next thing listed on the menu was some sort of weird sweet potato cake with shrimps cooked in. No thank you.
Rant: Fucking virtual servers and lack of proper tape backups. That is all. Rave: Problem fixed with 20 minutes to go before 5. Huzzah. Rave: I actually have a date tonight. I'm a little anxious, I haven't been on a proper date in way too long.
Rave: Do you know what smells like victory? Pussy and cigarettes. I'm smelling like a winner right now. Rant: Only because I got home late last night and overslept this morning. I'm glad I work away from everybody else because I'm sure I smell like a brothel. Rave: Because I made her squirt.
Rave: Going to London tomorrow to see Rage Against The Machine play their 'victory party' for them getting to No. 1 at Christmas. Am trying not to piss myself through excitement. Rant: It will take me over 7 hours to get there. 7 hours in roasting hot coach and trains with no one but myself for company (crazy coach people aside). Rave: I believe it was for this very reason that god bestowed us with xanax and smartphones that can play films