[ life:revisited 2010 + 1 ]

Today fucking sucks.

irony: n. i-ron-y def'n:
Incongruity between what might be expected and what actually occurs.
An occurrence, result, or circumstance notable for such incongruity.

I recieved this forward today, and I am currently doing some research on the factual basis of it, but I just thought I would post it. And all my friends wonder why I do not vote, and have no faith in the American "government", because I don't think we truly have any control anymore.

Think about this group of people, and what they represent.

- 36 have been accused of spousal abuse.
- 7 have been arrested for fraud.
- 19 have been accused of writing bad checks.
- 117 have directly or indirectly bankrupted at least 2 businesses.
- 3 have done jail time for assault.
- 71 cannot get a credit card due to bad credit rating.
- 14 have been arrested for drug-related charges.
- 8 have been arrested for shoplifting.
- 21 are currently defendants in multiple lawsuits.
- 84 have been arrested for drunk driving within the last year.

Is this the NFL? The NBA?

Nope, its the 535 members of the United States Congress. The people that ratify laws and set poilcy for our country. Food for thought.

Yep, I'm sick, and I'm at work because I have so sick time to use, so this is a short message to teh uberfans I have. I haven't quit blogging, I haven't turned to the dark side and got a stupidass "MySpace" (fags), and I'm not dead (yet) so keep on checking the site. Just like the pics and the great Governor say, "I'll be back", or some shit like that. I'm going to drown myself in DayQuil and RedBull to see how many purple elephants I show up in my cube. Later.

I give wonderful worship to the caffeine lords of might, for letting me survive this morning. 4 large goblets of warm energy allowing me to smash my way through annoying calls, destroy my paperwork, and entertain myself for hours on end with websites such as this. Oh small molecule, you bring me such happiness, such joy. Oh! Look yonder upon thine hill! It is the penguin! He brings his wonderful mints of wonder! It is by these capsules of pure light and harmony that I can stand complete idiots calling all day long. Oh glorious day!!

What ho!!! Wait, there is more! I feel myself falling, almost asleep! What shall I do? Oh, of course!! Chai tea from downstairs shall allow me to vanquish the evil threat of lethargy. Its magical western energies allow me to do Tai Chi on top of my cubicle, and float in meditation while answering all of my support calls at once, yet none at all. Very Zen-like. I am at one with the caffeine molecule. It nurtures and protects me. All praise C8H10N4O2!! It is truly blessed. The next time you feel upset, down, suicidal, and down-trodden, do not fear! Do not fret my child! Go to the blessed temple of Starbucks, and plead with its clerics to alleviate your misery! If you are chosen, the warm, comforting aroma of the Liquid of Life shall surround you, absorb you, and bring you peace. Peace be with you. :)

Vengeance. Vindication. Revenge. Reprisal. Many Words. One Emotion. But what action?

Ok. Before you think "Oh boy, here goes another mindless rant by DarkstaR, someone call the local police and put his house under surveillance, and take all of his alcohol away", just read. I am not mad, persay, I am just examining a social construct we have all come into contact with at some point. I'm sure that at sometime, you have seen/heard/felt something that is so appalling or unbelievable that you really don't know how to act, you just cannot believe it. In your mind, different emotions and thoughts rebound, and your mind goes into primal response mode, because of the stimulus you have experienced. Emotions bubble to the surface, and any number of physical responses occur. One of those responses is to lash out against those that did the act. Hence the small blurb at the top. This act is known as vengeance.

I recently read this article on abuse of women in Middle Eastern countries. I was shocked as I read. I knew that women are considered of lower class in these countries, because of social history and religion. I do not confess to know the climate of their social structure, but as seen in other countries, including this one, everyone can see that women are men's equal. There are no real differences between the species, and the only ones that exist now are the ones that exist because of social and political viewpoints. I consider myself a fair and "enlightened" human male. I am not racist, sexist, and my only true bias is I believe our political structure can be a complete failure at sometimes, I hope it can improve, and God willing, or generation can help that. So you will see why this article angers me almost beyond words. Most people do know that in Middle Eastern countries dominated by Islam, which at its core and its meaning I have no qualms with, saying that women are not treated equally in those places is kinda like saying someone who was struck by lighting was feeling a bit "under the weather". Women are beaten, dominated, and not allowed to do anything without a man's permission or accompaniment. I think that if the man that did this was placed in front me, and my first thought and action were allowed to occur, the last few seconds of that man's life would be excruciatingly painful. And this brings me to my point. Not how angry I am, not what we should do to people that do this and truly feel it is their right, but who should bring vengeance? And please do it quickly!!!

I don't really quote scripture much on this blog, but religion is starting to mean a little more to me, just because I see problems on this earth that are so wide ranging and massive, that I think the only one who can truly right some of these wrongs is God. Here's what the boss says about vengeance: "To me belongeth vengeance and recompense; their foot shall slide in due time: for the day of their calamity is at hand, and the things that shall come upon them make haste."

So I saw these commercials this weekend, and I about soiled myself. I also have some video of one off to the right there (actually got it to work!) so enjoy. St. Patties was fun and heavily inebriated, green beer and scotch did flow like the great Mississippi. I fell over my couch, and the rather leprechaun-ish Grrly gave her business card to a bunch of randoms, because they said they were going into "PR". :D Well, since I am in such a good mood, and I am amused by this commercial and other things. I am going to make a list of cool things that are the shiz. So here is the best list ever.

Yeah I haven't been that motivated to post lately. Tech work coming in from all sides for me to handle, and balancing that with a woman, friends, and a much gaming as I can fit has made me a very busy boy. Got to hang out with the Tight Shirt Man last night, it was glorious, like the old days. If you don't know, don't ask, but let it bug you. A lot. I was wondering today exactly why St. Pattie's Day is like a drunk's Christmas without having to worry about the family. What made this saints day such a debacle? This saint that was captured by the English in Ireland for ministering, he then escapes, walks 200 miles up the coast, has a vision of converting the whole of Ireland over to Christ, and nowadays the Protestants and the Catholics on the island don't "get along" so well. By "get along" I usually mean their main form of communication to eachother is the explosion from a car bomb.
So what the hell? What made this holiday become what it is? Well, ah fuck it, I'm going to drink some whiskey. And knock yer ass out, then I'll sing about it. "Oh, the night you said my girl was fat, I knocked you down and shit in your hat." What was I saying again?

Everyone has failed at something, right? Like not just forgetting to pick up milk, but I mean failed a task at a job, or something of the like, where you just feel like a horses ass, and even though there is nothing you can do to correct the problem at that time, you still try every avenue, knowing they will fail. And not just a small crappy issue, but something of medium importance? Is it just me? Damn it. I feel like the JPL/NASA programmer that programmed the first Mars Lander in feet, when every other piece of equipment was programmed in meters, and then watched a couple million dollars of hardware and work bury soundlessly in the Martian soil at terminal velocity. I know my mistake isn't that earthshaking, and I'm sure I will make more, but I am a perfectionist when it comes to my field. I can sense my mothers obsessive-compulsiveness creeping up on me at times like these. I hate it, it taunts me when I think, just silently nagging," You fucked up, nice fucking job idiot, now everyone will think you are a complete fucktard. Idiot, idiot, idiot." Drives me nuts, and I am posting because I can't friggin sleep, with that shit running through my mind. If I go in a quiet room, those thoughts will assault me, and I will just stew, and try to find all the things I should have done. Maybe I'm nuts, but I can't help it, trust me I've tried. I just can't seem to do things as well as I envision in my perfect little mind. I just don't have the "Well, its good enough" gene in my body for certain things, especially when my intellectual or professional reputation (yeah I know its not much) is on the line. Well, time to go try to sleep, tomorrow is gonna be a fun one. I will need some drinks tomorrow night, so anyone in the immediate vicinity, time to get thirsty. I'm out.

Two posts in one day, amazing huh? I guess the last one doesn't really count, even though it was wonderfully thought out. Picture this owl as me, on the phone with one of our vendors, listening to him lie about how they don't do onsite service for certain hardware, even though I will hang up with him, call back, get a much more intelligent droid, and get the laptop's LCD screen replaced. Joy.

I actually had a spot of good luck, with my raise at work here. So thats a bonus. Literally. And the OT doing network intrusion detection/prevention will be a learning experience. But, still no Lightforge gear on my 6o Paladin, and barely anytime to play the game stated in the post below. More joy. Guess things could always be worse, right?

I have a suprise birthday party this weekend, So we get to go drink and bowl, and we all can laugh at him being old. At least I can for the next 5 years. Man, the old days of being young are fading into the new days of being old. I guess thats the way of things, as I fade into using cliches and quotes to cover my angst about my age. Well, back to the phones, at least for a few more hours. Maybe I can get a little playing time in tonight, but its looking bleak. Oh noes.

More WoW love. I am getting slapped when I get home. /cry

Yep, the wine and cheese tasting event the Grrly and I had went off without a hitch, save for some drunken idiocy at the very end, which was negligible. Our shindig allowed old friends to chat again, and a Scrabble date was made for the next night. Scrabble! How long has it been since anyone actually played that? On the day of the great Scrabble tourney, we had enough gourmet cheese leftover, I had a Gruyere and smoked Gouda grilled cheese sandwich, it was delectable. It was also the most expensive grilled cheese ever made in the continental United States. But then came the time that shall remain in history.


So the day of the Great Scrabble Apocalypse was upon us, we traveled to ground zero, and the epic match began. Teeth gnashed, brains smoked, babies wailed, pizza was eaten. The house shook violently with the combined intellect of the combatants. God himself opened the heavens and looked, and a single tear fell from his eye, because he knew. He knew this Scrabble game was the greatest ever played, and no one would ever see the likes of a match this epic ever again.

BUT ALAS!! Victory was not in the cards for the Grrly and yours truly. The opponents were too strong. The leader of the opposing team was well trained in Scrabble-Fu, and her Scrabble-Fu was greater than ours. So as the final letter was placed, the earth split in two, thunder and lightning rocked the skies, prophets foresaw the end of days!!!! It was a spectacle to behold, and the Grrly and I left the battlefield, with our heads hung in shame. But fear not, reader, fear not!!! There will be another day, when the monumental battle shall begin again, and your heroes shall drown the opposers with the fire and brimstone of our intellect, and the day will be ours!!! VICTORY SHALL BE OURS!!!!!

So yeah, that was fun, we made a date to do it again sometime. That and I have to help Jeff repair his house from the damages caused by our intellect, and the whole "earth splitting apart" thing. I thank all that showed up at the casa de grlly y estrella de oscuro. It was a really fun time. Until next time, farewell!!!



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**UPDATE** So yeah apparently blogger crashed again, no one could see my blog!! I received thousands of emails asking if something was wrong with it, so there may be some publishing issues. Hang with me, I am going to contact ole' blogger now, hopefully its just some unscheduled maintanance.

Man. I have the worst luck, aside from people that have cancer. And of course, the Jewish. I now owe the gov't 200 bones because my old job, Sprint Faggot Assholes Inc., screwed me yet again, when will the fun stop. Couple that with the flu, dealing with complete fools every single day, losing my absolute favorite black shirt somehow, even though it only could have vanished between the couch and my FUCKING CAR, not making enough money to keep my head above water, and when I do make enough, something gouges me like our worthless asinine government run by the biggest fool ever born, some asshole hitting my car and scraping it, and the list goes on.

There is a great post by the GrllyMonster about luck that is pretty insightful, prolly her best post yet, defintely check it out. But I digress. So as I was reloading my Mossberg 935 and taking aim at another person who tries to access a porn site and wonders why its blocked, I read this great post by Girlly, and it put some things in perspective. Yes, I will concede that there are people in this world who have it much worse off. So what am I supposed to feel? Should I just be happy when bad shit happens, and say, "Thank God I don't have Leprosy!" or something? I do feel for people that are in situations that they have no control over, but I also am allowed to be raving pissed about my shitty situation as well, so to all the hungry in Pakistan, I feel for you, but I am not sending you any damn food, because I CAN'T AFFORD POSTAGE TO SEND IT TO YOU.

Well, I am at work, but its taking all of my energy just to work here today, so no good blog posting today like I said, : ( oh well, so to the 3 readers that actually follow the site, I apologize. I will post again this week when I feel emotionally and physically better from the effects of my surgery, loss, and other issues. Thanks for playing.

Oh, and yes I did mean to capitalize the last 'R' in DarkstaR, it's my nickname, I can spell how I want. :)