Today, I was feeling all guilty about not putting in an appearance at a b arbecue today. Just getting the food brought in, and not even leaving the apartment until the tail end when I went to do laundry.
Everyone knows I'm just not a crowd person, and yet I always still feel like an anti-social prick when things like this happen.
And then I realized: Maybe I just don't want people to see the me that's usually been occupying my body for the last 6 years. The me that lost a job, lost my one shot at a serious relationship, and blames himself for everything that's gone wrong in his life since.
World, if I wasn't so pissed and tired all the time, maybe you'd see more of me.
Just sayin'
Sunday, July 4, 2010
Friday, July 2, 2010
A Tribute to "That Guy"
You know "That Guy".
"That Guy" is a classmate of yours in middle school.
"That Guy" knows all the cool music way before it's on MTV.
"That Guy" prefers Stove Top over mashed potatoes.
OK, maybe not that last part. I don't know. Maybe. I didn't pay attention to his tray when he'd sit down at the lunch table. Hell, back then, school lunch was the same for everybody. You didn't like the taco pizza? Tough shit, pinko.
But back to "That Guy"
"That Guy" was known as Scott. However, he goes by many names in many schools across the country, and may in fact, sometimes even be "That Girl".
Back in 92 when everyone who claimed to be into so called "alternative" music was a poser (Including me), Scott was the real deal. And he knew full damn well there were more cool bands around and on the horizon.
"Gish" and "Pretty Hate Machine" were big shit in the indie world, but New Hampshire in 92? No one knew what a Smashing Pumpkin or a Nine Inch Nail was. Scott knew. And his notebook covers proudly declared it.
And he also knew what you'd like. And that's why I feel like writing this.
They Might Be Giants weren't new in 92. By that time, they had already had their hit songs and got buried by grunge. But I sure as heck never heard of them. I'm sure I saw the videos Tiny Toons made for Particle Man and Istanbul when that ep first aired, but I thought nothing of it.
Anyway, one day Scott handed me a tape and said that I'd love it. It was Flood, and the tape did not leave my walkmen for months.
How much did I love it? When I finally wised up and got some of TMBG's other albums, it took me a few weeks before I listened to them. I didn't want to ruin Flood somehow.
Anyway, thanks Scott, wherever you are. Without you, my music taste would be VASTLY different (Actually, probably similar. I still have a thing for the cheesy hip hop of the late 80s/early 90s that I was mostly into at the time. I just would have taken a different route in getting into alternative music too).
"That Guy" is a classmate of yours in middle school.
"That Guy" knows all the cool music way before it's on MTV.
"That Guy" prefers Stove Top over mashed potatoes.
OK, maybe not that last part. I don't know. Maybe. I didn't pay attention to his tray when he'd sit down at the lunch table. Hell, back then, school lunch was the same for everybody. You didn't like the taco pizza? Tough shit, pinko.
But back to "That Guy"
"That Guy" was known as Scott. However, he goes by many names in many schools across the country, and may in fact, sometimes even be "That Girl".
Back in 92 when everyone who claimed to be into so called "alternative" music was a poser (Including me), Scott was the real deal. And he knew full damn well there were more cool bands around and on the horizon.
"Gish" and "Pretty Hate Machine" were big shit in the indie world, but New Hampshire in 92? No one knew what a Smashing Pumpkin or a Nine Inch Nail was. Scott knew. And his notebook covers proudly declared it.
And he also knew what you'd like. And that's why I feel like writing this.
They Might Be Giants weren't new in 92. By that time, they had already had their hit songs and got buried by grunge. But I sure as heck never heard of them. I'm sure I saw the videos Tiny Toons made for Particle Man and Istanbul when that ep first aired, but I thought nothing of it.
Anyway, one day Scott handed me a tape and said that I'd love it. It was Flood, and the tape did not leave my walkmen for months.
How much did I love it? When I finally wised up and got some of TMBG's other albums, it took me a few weeks before I listened to them. I didn't want to ruin Flood somehow.
Anyway, thanks Scott, wherever you are. Without you, my music taste would be VASTLY different (Actually, probably similar. I still have a thing for the cheesy hip hop of the late 80s/early 90s that I was mostly into at the time. I just would have taken a different route in getting into alternative music too).
Friday, June 4, 2010
I Need Help
Well, we knew that already, but....
Anyway, I'm finally in the 21st century and finally got me a high speed connection.
Great, but before all the pomp and circumstance, I'm getting one headache after another and I just want to get online without all the technobabble (I'm allergic)
So here's the deal: My niece has the modem/router/whatever that dealie is. I got me a card/adapter/whatever this dealie is.
First problem was finding the network I was supposed to be on. This took me several trips online through my dial up before I finally got the info I needed in a language I could understand (Funny aside: It was the one I went on in the first place but left a few seconds later because I didn't want to be somewhere I wasn't supposed to be.
So I finally got on the network, and now this lovely deal:
"Limited or no connectivity
you might not be able to access the internet or some network resources. This problem occured because the network did not assign a network address to the computer."
Finding several results but only finding a couple I understand, even after searching the entire error message. I tried the ones I do understand, nothing.
So I figure the starting point is getting the IP assigned.
The sites I seem to keep finding either only explain how to assign an IP to the main computer (My niece's) or to get back online after an XP Service Pack 2 glitch (I did download SP2 about three months ago, but I'd like to worry about my current problem before checking to see if that's the problem, because I doubt it, since it seems like that's a problem for people already on high speed who downloaded SP2 and it crashed)
Also: Just for shits and giggles, I plugged her IP, Mask, Wins, whatever all those funky ass numbers are into my properties. I got a "perfect" connection, I just can't get anywhere or anything. So I guess I'm at least on the right track with that.
So anyhow yes, I am an idiot. Funny story: As frustrating as dial up is, it's even more frustrating knowing there's high speed in the house and I can't get to it.
Can any of you help me? Or do any of you at least know what I'm rambling about?
Anyway, I'm finally in the 21st century and finally got me a high speed connection.
Great, but before all the pomp and circumstance, I'm getting one headache after another and I just want to get online without all the technobabble (I'm allergic)
So here's the deal: My niece has the modem/router/whatever that dealie is. I got me a card/adapter/whatever this dealie is.
First problem was finding the network I was supposed to be on. This took me several trips online through my dial up before I finally got the info I needed in a language I could understand (Funny aside: It was the one I went on in the first place but left a few seconds later because I didn't want to be somewhere I wasn't supposed to be.
So I finally got on the network, and now this lovely deal:
"Limited or no connectivity
you might not be able to access the internet or some network resources. This problem occured because the network did not assign a network address to the computer."
Finding several results but only finding a couple I understand, even after searching the entire error message. I tried the ones I do understand, nothing.
So I figure the starting point is getting the IP assigned.
The sites I seem to keep finding either only explain how to assign an IP to the main computer (My niece's) or to get back online after an XP Service Pack 2 glitch (I did download SP2 about three months ago, but I'd like to worry about my current problem before checking to see if that's the problem, because I doubt it, since it seems like that's a problem for people already on high speed who downloaded SP2 and it crashed)
Also: Just for shits and giggles, I plugged her IP, Mask, Wins, whatever all those funky ass numbers are into my properties. I got a "perfect" connection, I just can't get anywhere or anything. So I guess I'm at least on the right track with that.
So anyhow yes, I am an idiot. Funny story: As frustrating as dial up is, it's even more frustrating knowing there's high speed in the house and I can't get to it.
Can any of you help me? Or do any of you at least know what I'm rambling about?
Saturday, April 24, 2010
Earth Day Musings FROM THE PAST!!!!!
In clebration of Earth Day (I'm not late, am I? *loos around*), here are my thoughts on the psuedo holiday/brainwashing festival from my MySpace blog.....ALL THE WAY BACK FROM 2009!
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Earth Day? FEH!!!!!
Category: Life
Earth is trying to kill us, what with it's global warming, earthquakes, rabid squirrels, man eating plants that come out of green sewer pipes, etc.
Why in the holy hell have we given Earth a special day when all it's trying to do is kill us??? We don't have Hitler Day!
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Considering my Facebook status from Earth Day 2010, my feelings haven't changed much:
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Earth Day 2010! Celebrate the planet that has given us so much this year! 8.2 earthquakes! Continent disrupting volcanoes! Mining disasters! The Earth...the ungrateful bastard of the Solar System.
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All the more reason we need to replace Earth Day with The Fonz Day
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Earth Day? FEH!!!!!
Category: Life
Earth is trying to kill us, what with it's global warming, earthquakes, rabid squirrels, man eating plants that come out of green sewer pipes, etc.
Why in the holy hell have we given Earth a special day when all it's trying to do is kill us??? We don't have Hitler Day!
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Considering my Facebook status from Earth Day 2010, my feelings haven't changed much:
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Earth Day 2010! Celebrate the planet that has given us so much this year! 8.2 earthquakes! Continent disrupting volcanoes! Mining disasters! The Earth...the ungrateful bastard of the Solar System.
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All the more reason we need to replace Earth Day with The Fonz Day
Monday, April 12, 2010
Top 10 Craziest Census Conspiracies
1. It's all an elaborate plan by your crazy ex to find you. REALLY elaborate.
2. Determines passengers for 2012 escape pods
3. Round up all the reality show fans, shoot 'em
4. Maybe Bin Laden's here and he's really gullible...you never know....
5. The US Census is strictly being used for more "White people have names like this, while black people have names like this" jokes
6. Somebody wants more Facebook friends.......
7. If you check "Team Conan" on the census form, NBC will round you up and send you to Jay Leno sponsored re-education humor camps
8. Did we forget to mention every one who fills out the form gets a free lifetime subscription to "Post Surgery Oddities" magazine?
9. Census sent to RIAA, who will come to your home. If you have just one cd by an artist not played on top 40 radio, they will cut you.
10. Names of residents of rural areas in the south sent to probe happy aliens
2. Determines passengers for 2012 escape pods
3. Round up all the reality show fans, shoot 'em
4. Maybe Bin Laden's here and he's really gullible...you never know....
5. The US Census is strictly being used for more "White people have names like this, while black people have names like this" jokes
6. Somebody wants more Facebook friends.......
7. If you check "Team Conan" on the census form, NBC will round you up and send you to Jay Leno sponsored re-education humor camps
8. Did we forget to mention every one who fills out the form gets a free lifetime subscription to "Post Surgery Oddities" magazine?
9. Census sent to RIAA, who will come to your home. If you have just one cd by an artist not played on top 40 radio, they will cut you.
10. Names of residents of rural areas in the south sent to probe happy aliens
Sunday, March 21, 2010
It was just a typical day on the set.
The same stories, the same arguments, the same preaching to the same choir.
But the anticipation was in the air.
Tonight was the start of the next chapter. Ratings, awards, a devout fan following, none of this shit mattered.
A calling is a calling, and you can only put it off so long.
For months now, the end of the night's show signaled the beginning. Extensive training, extensive resaerch, extensive sewing of a kicky costume. Each kick, each alphabetically ordered entry into a database, each breathable fiber, bringing the day closer and closer. Today was that day.
He loved his country. He was borderline obsessed with his country. Quite frankly, his country gave him a boner.
It was time to repay the favor. He said his good night, left the studio, and embarked on his journey.
He cruised around looking for action. He stumbled upon a bank robbery in process. He briefly considered making this his first conquest, but quickly came to his senses. "It's beneath me", he thought, "and it fights the system".. He sped past the getaway driver and offered a thumbs up.
No, he was trying to hook bigger fish in bigger ponds. There was his target. He parked his car, and approached the office of his country's latest political enemy, his not at all flamboyant costume flapping in the light breeze and leaving nothing to the imagination.
He was shot to death on sight.
But the anticipation was in the air.
Tonight was the start of the next chapter. Ratings, awards, a devout fan following, none of this shit mattered.
A calling is a calling, and you can only put it off so long.
For months now, the end of the night's show signaled the beginning. Extensive training, extensive resaerch, extensive sewing of a kicky costume. Each kick, each alphabetically ordered entry into a database, each breathable fiber, bringing the day closer and closer. Today was that day.
He loved his country. He was borderline obsessed with his country. Quite frankly, his country gave him a boner.
It was time to repay the favor. He said his good night, left the studio, and embarked on his journey.
He cruised around looking for action. He stumbled upon a bank robbery in process. He briefly considered making this his first conquest, but quickly came to his senses. "It's beneath me", he thought, "and it fights the system".. He sped past the getaway driver and offered a thumbs up.
No, he was trying to hook bigger fish in bigger ponds. There was his target. He parked his car, and approached the office of his country's latest political enemy, his not at all flamboyant costume flapping in the light breeze and leaving nothing to the imagination.
He was shot to death on sight.
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
My new life's goal
I want to be attacked by a pundit.
No, not in some cutesy internet meme, I mean the real deal, I wanna full on on-air "Neil Persson is the next Hitler!" rant!
I don't care what affiliation does it....Bring me your conservatives, your liberals, your lovable inbred 3rd party wackos. Be you teabagger, salad tosser, or a member of the Pearl Necklace Brigade (Oh, they're good), bring on the hate!!!
And hey...if you know any political pundits, pass this along. Tell them I hate them and I will eat their puppy!
Note: I do not condone Hitler or eating puppies.
No, not in some cutesy internet meme, I mean the real deal, I wanna full on on-air "Neil Persson is the next Hitler!" rant!
I don't care what affiliation does it....Bring me your conservatives, your liberals, your lovable inbred 3rd party wackos. Be you teabagger, salad tosser, or a member of the Pearl Necklace Brigade (Oh, they're good), bring on the hate!!!
And hey...if you know any political pundits, pass this along. Tell them I hate them and I will eat their puppy!
Note: I do not condone Hitler or eating puppies.
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