Thursday, December 27, 2007
It kinda gives me this dead feeling inside like "Oh we're praying again are we?". I understand why they do it if it brings them comfort but that level of dependence says something about a person. It's just creepy.
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
I'm concerned that well financed special interests will lobby for more laws eroding freedom, that we will lose our sovereignty to foreign governments like the UN, that socialization of necessary services will bankrupt the lower and middle classes, and that our fiat money system is headed toward collapse making this country weak.
I've donated $400 to Ron Paul in the hopes that he will remove the laws that are preventing people from governing themselves. I want to make the choice as to how my money is spent and who gets it. I'm tired of lying politicians scaring people into giving away my freedom for the illusion of their safety. I want what everyone of us wanted when we were teenagers; to be responsible for myself and free to make my own decisions. I want to live my life the way I want to not how people who don't know me want me to.
Monday, December 17, 2007
Sunday, December 16, 2007
No matter what happens I'm going to vote for Ron, but news like this actually makes me think we might do it.
Iowa's primary is 18 days away. New Hampshire's is 23. I encourage everyone who reads this to register republican as soon as you can so that if you have a closed primary you can actually Vote for Ron Paul in the Primary.
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
Monday, December 10, 2007
This is similar to the push that was organized on November 5th that raised 4.3 million dollars for Ron Paul
There are people out there that don't believe that Ron Paul is going to make it but I would ask them how many of the other candidates have followers that are this devoted to what they believe in?
I really want Ron Paul to win because I really believe in his platform. I don't understand how people can't. He wants to follow the document that every American should hold dear; The Constitution. He wants to make sure that the American dollar grows in strength. He wants us to quit funding a war that was never approved by congress and isn't what the American people want. How can people not be behind that. It is these kinds of Grassroots organizations that make me feel that the concepts that this country was founded on are still alive.
Furthermore I lack faith in the other candidates to do what I want, not do what I don't want, or to keep to the things that they say that I like.
I'm scared. I'm scared about the way that this country is going. I'm really worried about my future; not about my own actions but the actions of others that will effect me. I think this country is going down a very bad road. I'm worried that the actions of our politicians are going to really hurt us. I'm also worried about the political awareness of the average person. I think things like this are very important and I don't feel that people really care enough about them.
I wish I wasn't afraid.
I think Ron Paul will fix a number of things that I'm scared of. I'm voting for Ron Paul. I hope that you will join the Republican party to vote for him in the primary and then again in the election if he wins the Primary.
Saturday, December 8, 2007
S'all sorted now. I've reapplied. The ULC will be sending me something official in a couple days and everything will be the way it should.
Monday, November 26, 2007
What the fuck! We can't trade gold and silver now! We aren't allowed to barter commodities! I am speechless! What the Hell!?
THAT EVERY TIME IT STARTS TO RAIN -
AND PEOPLE RUN INDOORS AGAIN IN SWARMS -
IF YOU REMAIN
OUT IN THE RAIN,
YOU'LL THINK YOU'RE DRINKIN' PINK CHAMPAGNE! -
AND YOU'LL SPEND YOUR LIFE
PRAYIN' FOR THUNDERSTORMS!
Saturday, November 17, 2007
Well I've decided. Until this whole airport security retardism is over I'm not flying anymore. I'm going to boycott all airlines.
This is going to put a crimp in my plans for Hawaii but you gotta make sacrifices sometimes.
Thursday, November 8, 2007
Wednesday, November 7, 2007
Then using God's great gifts, Satan created Ben and Jerry's Ice Cream and Krispy Creme Donuts. And Satan said, "You want chocolate with that?"
And Man said, "Yes!" and Woman said, "and as long as you're at it, add some sprinkles." And they gained 10 pounds. And Satan smiled.
And God created the healthful yogurt that Woman might keep the figure that Man found so fair. And Satan brought forth white flour from the wheat, and sugar from the cane and combined them. And Woman went from size 6 to size 14.
So God said, "Try my fresh green salad." And Satan presented Thousand-Island Dressing, buttery croutons and garlic toast on the side. And Man and Woman unfastened their belts following the repast.
God then said, "I have sent you heart healthy vegetables and olive oil in which to cook them." And Satan brought forth deep fried fish and chicken-fried steak so big it needed its own platter. And Man gained more weight and his cholesterol went through the roof.
God then created a light, fluffy white cake, named it "Angel Food Cake," and said, "It is good." Satan then created chocolate cake and named it "Devil's Food."
God then brought forth running shoes so that His children might lose those extra pounds. And Satan gave cable TV with a remote control so Man would not have to toil changing the channels. And Man and Woman laughed and cried before the flickering blue light and gained pounds.
Then God brought forth the potato, naturally low in fat and brimming with nutrition. And Satan peeled off the healthful skin and sliced the starchy center into chips and deep-fried them. And Man gained pounds.
God then gave lean beef so that Man might consume fewer calories and still satisfy his appetite. And Satan created McDonald's and its 99-cent double cheeseburger. Then said, "You want fries with that?" And Man replied, "Yes! And super size them!" And Satan said, "It is good." And Man went into cardiac arrest.
God sighed and created quadruple bypass surgery.
Then Satan created HMOs.
Wednesday, October 31, 2007
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
Do others see the world of possibilities that exist out there; the little lines of influence and control, or are their eyes clouded? Do they refuse to see?
A twitch here and a tug there and the whole world spins a different way.
I love playing Vampire. Intelligence, problem solving, social manipulation, conspiracy, story telling, deceit, back stabbing, and vast amounts of gut wrenching bastardry leading to the enjoyment of all. The only downside is that it leaves me giggling maniacally to myself late at night when these horribly wicked and brain hurting ideas come to me. Though I do enjoy them. }:)
Friday, October 12, 2007
Why can't we leave everyone alone?
I want the responsibility and I want the awareness, but I guess I miss the blissful ignorance of my childhood
Friday, October 5, 2007
If you wish to vote for Ron Paul (or in fact any candidate of your choice) you best make sure you are registered as their party if you live in a closed state. Please make sure of the rules your state has about how to vote so that you know that you will be able to vote for who you like. I can only imagine how viciously angry I would be if I got to the booth and couldn't vote for who I wanted to.
But that's not why I'm writing this. I get very down-trodden about this countries political system and how things are done. I feel helpless and alone and unable to control my own destiny. I lament the way things are and wish that they were different.
By that I mean I want things my own way. Yes I realize that is horribly selfish but I can't imagine that you don't want it your way. I feel the only fair way is to break up into small communities so that like minded people can have the laws they want but I can't imagine how much bureaucracy that would require.
So bitter. So angry.
Sunday, September 30, 2007
Friday, September 28, 2007
If you want Ron Paul to be president and you are serious about it do something about. Do things on your own time; make signs, talk to your friends, read up about whats going on, use the internet to make your voice heard best you can, call people, VOTE, put your money where your mouth is. I did.
Thursday, September 20, 2007
I think the kid was being a shit. I think that the multiple cops could have just carried his dumb ass out of there. I think tasering him, after I'm given to understand he was trying to get out on his own terms, was too much. (don't they teach cops hand to hand anymore)
From what I heard tasers really freakin' hurt.
I'd don't know. Part of me wants to be outraged, part of me is scared about how much force police use and the implications that any one who shows disobedience is beat down and electrocuted, part of me understands that cops ought to protect themselves and that I don't know what force is necessary vrs. what is excessive.
It seems to me that the taser was too much but I'm not sure how too far it was.
Sunday, September 9, 2007
Tuesday, July 31, 2007
Friday, July 20, 2007
Hail Eris; that crazy bitch!
Wednesday, July 18, 2007
"The abandonment of the gold standard made it possible for the welfare statists to use the banking system as a means to an unlimited expansion of credit.... In the absence of the gold standard, there is no way to protect savings from confiscation through inflation. There is no safe store of value.... Deficit spending is simply a scheme for the "hidden" confiscation of wealth.... [Gold] stands as a protector of property rights."
"This is the shabby secret of the welfare statists' tirades against gold. Deficit spending is simply a scheme for the "hidden" confiscation of wealth. Gold stands in the way of this insidious process. It stands as a protector of property rights. If one grasps this, one has no difficulty in understanding the statists' antagonism toward the gold standard."
Well I've almost complete converted over to a nut bar isolationist.Â I want to buy a gun and convert my money over to the Liberty Dollar. I'm scared that my world and the things I love in it are on an inevitable slide down into the shitter and there isn't anything I can do about it. I see problems but I don't know how to fix them that won't be as painful as allowing them to fall over.
Help. I don't know what to do.
Friday, July 13, 2007
My problem is that along with the solution; waking Americans up, we've also stripped away a lot of rights and are doing a lot of expensive things that are positively mass producing bad guys.
Apologies. Admit failure. Leave.
Tuesday, July 10, 2007
Is Ron selling me fear from a direction I am more willing to accept? At what point does informing a person of the hideous place they inhabit switch from information to terrorizing? Is the Government as fucked up as Iâ€™m being told? How can I trust the people Iâ€™ve learn to distrust?
One of the faults that I believe I have is that I have a tendency to self-indoctrinate. I probably wouldnâ€™t trust someone else trying to convince me of something but I am willing to listen to myself; both good and bad. Â I find something that I believe very strongly in and use that belief to help me ignore faults in the thing. I donâ€™t mean to do this and Iâ€™m not sure how to correct it. My only certainty is that this is bad and needs correcting.
It is for this reason that I need people to give me their honest views on my beliefs so that I can try to determine the validity of their argument and the validity of mine.
Towards that end I have to say that I am pro-choice.Â I do not consider an unborn baby a person; they are unborn. It is my belief that a fetus is closer to a parasite than a person.
Those being my beliefs I have to say I disagree with Ron Paul and his platform of Pro-Life. As I do not consider a fetus a person, I am concerned that Ron Paul is not for protecting my ability to choose.
That being said I feel that his specific wording is that he doesnâ€™t think the federal government should support abortions or rule on the legality of them; both things I can get behind. He would have that turned over to the States.Â That means that I would have the ability to go to a state that supports my belief in the freedom of choice and would allow â€œmeâ€ to have an abortion of an unwanted fetus.
Saturday, July 7, 2007
Friday, July 6, 2007
I want a hammock, a cool glass of sweet mint tea, a good blanket, and a nap; and if the gods are listening someone cute and feminine to curl up with me.
God I'm tired
Thursday, July 5, 2007
I HATE moving.Â I like it here. I don't want to leave.
crap crap crap
Sunday, May 27, 2007
First, you must have a Google account (who doesn't these days). Not neccessarily a GMail account, just a generic Google account. You know, the account that let's Google track every search you submit, every web page you visit, which restaurants you go too, what your breakfast was this morning, etc. Then, set up your individualized Google page, so that they can learn even more about your preferences. Finally, change the theme to Tea Room. Now you too may witness the glories of Goddess as she accepts an offering from her tiny, two-dimensional vulpine worshiper at the holy hour.
Thursday, May 24, 2007
In lighter news:
Everything will work out in the end. You don't have any reason to worry. You don't need to be rich. Nothing is as bad as it seems. There are people who genuinely love you. You are free to be your own person. Only you can make yourself do anything.
Wednesday, May 23, 2007
Tuesday, May 15, 2007
Monday, May 14, 2007
I am the erisian mystery. My birth was marked by an earthquake. Today is my birthday and it is my last birthday. I am now 29 forever. Next year it is 29 part 2. Year after that 29 part 3 and so on.
I am mortal and I don't care. I will live how I want to and that is that. The only thing I can promise is that I will try to not hurt anyone as I come partying through.
Make your mark on this world now and live a life with no regrets. Hate never brought me happiness. Keep learning.
Tuesday, May 8, 2007
Office John Lamb, the man responsible for killing Rachel A Burns; my friend, retired from the Lexington Police Force on
Thursday, May 3, 2007
Left and right are subjective. The proof of this is that they are completely different if you turn around. Not just in one plane but in all; up, down, forward and backward are also subjective. Go beyond that to a mental realm with no physical directions. Left wing, right wing, Christian, Atheist, nation, race, species; they are all a form of left and right and they are all subjective.
Thursday, April 26, 2007
Wednesday, April 25, 2007
Tuesday, April 24, 2007
Monday, April 23, 2007
Hail Eris! Hail Discordia!
Thursday, April 19, 2007
I don't understand why people fear death -- although of course I see good reasons to fear the process of dying. Dying often involves a great deal of prolonged pain, and in this country at least may drain your life savings into the bank accounts of the A.M.A.. Both prospects seem equally terrifying especially if you hoped to leave a decent estate to your children.One can avoid these deplorable conditions, however, by moving to a civilized country with a national health plan and legal help to assist you in suicide if you have reached a condition where you can't do it yourself. I personally intend to move to Nederland in the event that a painful, expensive and prolonged death seems inescapable. The medical banditos have made enough money out of me already; I refuse to enrich them further on my way out.
But as for death, and what -- if anything --comes after death, I see no cause for apprehension whatsoever.
To consider the alternatives in order:Most people through most of history have believed that after death comes rebirth (reincarnation). I think most people, planetwide, still believe that. It fails to terrify me. If I get reborn as a cockroach, I intend to hide in the vicinity of somebody's computer and write poems on the keyboard at night, like archy, the famous roach who left his verse in the typewriter of Don Marquis. If I get reborn as a human, I might meet my wife Arlen again and love her again and marry her again. That sounds great to me.
Other rebirths, as a tree, say, or a blue whale, also seem more entertaining (and educational) than frightening.
Unfortunately, I have no good reasons to believe in reincaration, although I'd sort of like to. I include it only for the sake of completeness.
A sinister rumor, widely believed in the Occident, holds that after death we go to a place called Heaven. From all the descriptions I've read, it sounds dreadful to me. It seems to have a population made up entirely of some gang of Christians; the experts on Heaven disagree about which conglomeration of Christians will qualify, but they always seem to think that they personally belong to that elite group. An eternity with people that conceited seems intolerable to me,but fortunately I am not a Christian so I won't be consigned to such a boring place.
An even more nefarious report appears in the United States Marine Corps hymn:
If the Army and the Navy
ever looked on Heaven's scenes
they would find the streets were guarded
by the United States Marines
A place where every street is guarded by Marines sounds like a particularly vicious police state, especially if Christians run it, and I definitely don't want to go there, even for a visit. I wouldn't even wish it on my worst enemy, if I had any enemies. (Some people hate me for the books I write, but I refuse to hate them back, so they don't count as enemies.)
Fortunately, as noted, I don't qualify for Heaven, with all its harps and fanatic Christians and martial law by Marines. A worse idea, which has terrified millions, claims that some of us will go to a place called Hell, where we will suffer eternal torture. This does not scare me because, when I try to imagine a Mind behind this universe, I cannot conceive that Mind, usually called "God," as totally mad.
I mean, guys, compare that "God" with the worst monsters you can think of - - Adolph Hitler, Joe Stalin, that sort of guy. None of them ever inflicted more than finite pain on their victims. Even de Sade, in his sado-maso fantasy novels, never devised an unlimited torture. The idea that the Mind of Creation (if such exists) wants to torture some of its critters for endless infinities of infinities seems too absurd to take seriously.
Such a derranged Mind could not create a mud hut, much less the exquisitely mathematical universe around us.
If such a monster-God did exist, the sane attitude would consist of practising the Buddhist virtue of compassion. He seems very sick in His head, so don't give way to hatred: try to understand and forgive him. Maybe He will recover his wits some day. (I wrote "He" instead of the fashionable "He or She" because only male Gods appear to have invented Hells. I can't think of a single Goddess who ever created a Hell for people who displeased Her .)
A fourth alternative after-death scenario involves merger with "God" or with "the Godhead" (the latter term seems more popular.) This idea, which seems Hindic in origin, currently enjoys vast popularity with New Agers. I see nothing terrifying here; in fact, I suspect I would enjoy it, based on my previous experiences in which this merging/melting seemed to take place on LSD. An infinite Acid Trip in which the whole universe seems like your body: who could fear that (except Republicans)?
The fifth and, as far as I know, the last thinkable alternative holds that after death comes total oblivion. This has either terrorized or angered many intelligent writers (e.g. Bertrand Russell and Jean Paul Sartre, who seem to have hated "life after death" for not existing, just as they remained permanently pissed off at "God" for not existing. ) Sorry: it doesn't seem terrible to me at all. If I become totally oblivious, I won't know about it (by definition of oblivion.) How can you feel terrified of something you can't experience?
Besides oblivion means freedom from "all the ills the flesh is heir to," from bleeding piles to cancer, including even bad reviews of my books.
Living in New York or Los Angeles seem much worse than not living in Oblivion.
Although I have a few opinions, or hunches, I have no dogma about what happens after death. But none of the above alternatives seem really unpleasant, except the ones that seem too absurd to take seriously.
As some Roman wrote:
Nothing to clutch in life.
Nothing to fear in death.
Copyright: Robert Anton Wilson
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
Tuesday, April 10, 2007
Thursday, April 5, 2007
Seek the darwin fish; they can fly now
Beware the buddah fish; it won't eat you
Hug the muslum fish; they are in season
But when roaming in the pasture
It won't be done any faster
Than the Fish that we call Hastur
Weedle weedle weedle scumph
The jesus fish is really quick because it followes Nike
The buddah fish is pretty fast because it's mastered Tai Chi
The muslum fish it isn't slow because it invented zero
The darwin fish is super sonic, I love it in my gyros
But when roaming in the pasture
It won't be done any faster
Than the Fish that we call Hastur
Weedle weedle weedle scumph
How much trouble must a man get in before he can call himself a man.
I want to get two white boards and label them Good Users and Bad Users and keep track of the cusomers that come to me with their problems. Aneristic assholes will end up on the Bad list and Eristic philosophers on the good. I wonder how long before someone complains and I have to take them down. I wonder how much trouble I'd get in with the greyfaced cabbages that run my exercise wheel. OOOOOOO what if I just labeled them both users and didn't tell people which one was which. If I treat them the same they'd only wonder. Ooo I like it.
Tuesday, April 3, 2007
Wednesday, March 28, 2007
A creative soul is my only refuge; to look deep into myself and let loose any feeling I find in there; to use the unbridled passions of my heart to forge my world and myself, and to learn of these passions in other people.
Monday, March 26, 2007
In times of personal strife I like to remember the Gospel of St. Pesher the Gardener.
I suggest you read it next time you end up some where boring; church, work, jail, you know, where ever
Friday, March 16, 2007
There's no knowing where we're rowing
Or which way the river's flowing
Is it raining, is it snowing
Is a hurricane aâ€“blowing
Not a speck of light is showing
So the danger must be growing
Are the fires of Hell aâ€“glowing
Is the grisly reaper mowing
Yes, the danger must be growing
For the rowers keep on rowing
And they're certainly not showing
Any signs that they are slowing
I'm angry at what my government is doing. I disagree with the foreign policy that my country is putting forth. I encourage anyone who reads this to look, critically, at the Government and what it does. I hope that you the reader will believe as I do that this administration should not be in charge. I believe them to be criminals, incompetents or both. I believe the practices of this administration are immoral even if they can be justified by law. I feel that we need to cut the power of the federal government. Too much power has been put into the hands of too few. The checks and balance system that we were all taught in public school is being manipulated so that wonâ€™t do the job that it was intended to do. Bush is replacing people who oppose him with people who are loyal followers. We are coming to see that the people who have stood for the president, who have admitted faults and claimed responsibility for mistakes, are not going to see punishment. So many things are wrong and I see no way to fix them but to ask others to think about what has happen and share my opinions with them.
I will not tell you what is right; only you can do that, I will only tell you what I think. You can feel free to challenge my beliefs or ignore me; itâ€™s your choice.
Thursday, March 8, 2007
Lewis Black; a man who constantly slams the government and important political notables, was asked to perform for the Congressional Correspondentâ€™s Dinner; one of the two biggest social/political events held in Washington DC every year and attended by some of the biggest names in politics. Lewis Black's performances are usually full profanity, opinions about political screw ups, and nostalgic moments of a more American America. Lewis was told that he couldn't swear, couldn't bash the President (who was scheduled to attend), and needed to make the performance palatable to the DC, right-wing, pro-christian audience (Lewis is Jewish). After considering it and getting advice about it Lewis decided to take the job and do his act after modifying it heavily. I believe that must have been monumentally difficult for a man who punctuates sentences with the word fuck and rants nearly psychotically about politics and politicians. I have to commend that because it really does say something to care about your audience, as a performer, to drastically change your act so that they can enjoy it. That shows Professionalism; to judge your customers and make sacrifices to make them happy.
I would like to say that I also feel that given his normal material that he is a coward for not going on with his normal act. He had an opportunity to tell them, in the way he tells thousands of others, that he is angry with the decisions they make. He had the floor and instead of sticking to what he believes he rolled over and changed his act to please the very people he hates. Thatâ€™s cowardice. Itâ€™s hypocritical. Itâ€™s shameful.
The only reason that I canâ€™t say that I think Lewis ought to be beat black and blue with his own belt is that I donâ€™t know if I would have had the strength to practice what I preach. I would like to think that I would have told the coordinator that called me that there was no way I was going to sacrifice my integrity to pander to a bunch of self-important assholes. I would like to think I would have happily accepted the job with the forewarning that I was going to do my act the way I wanted and that, since the President was going to be sitting right next to me, I would be telling him to his face in front of all the Congressional Correspondents exactly what I thought of him.
I would like to think that I would stand up for my beliefs and that if they foolishly gave me the floor I would use it to do what I always do when the opportunity arises; express myself. But I donâ€™t know. Iâ€™ve never had my beliefs tested that thoroughly. I canâ€™t say what I would do in that exact situation because that would be the hardest test of my life, but I can say that Lewis Black failed.
Lewis, you're still funny, but you are a hypocritical coward.
Saturday, February 24, 2007
Wednesday, February 21, 2007
eat to live. live to eat.
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
Saturday, February 17, 2007
My reasoning is currently based on the central tenent of the modern, protestant christian religion, as I understand it.Â The basic rule is that to be saved, per christian doctrine, one must choose to accept Jesus as one's own personal savior.Â In essence, one must choose to believe in Jesus, and thus God and his various works, or choose not to believe in Jesus.Â It is the requirement of this choice that I believe precludes the proof of the existence of God, as described by Christian doctrine.
If the existence of God could be proven then no sane human would ever be faced with a choice to believe or not.Â No sane human would be able to deny God any more than they could deny that the sky is blue or that walls are difficult to walk through.
Wednesday, February 14, 2007
Tuesday, February 6, 2007
Am I sane? How can I tell? What is sanity? What is real?
Without a frame of reference for sanity it isnâ€™t possible to tell what is or is not insane. An individual can not by themselves determine their own mental health because the test uses the tool that the test is testing.
The logical conclusion is that you must have a sane person test you. However if you are insane how can you accurately judge if the person or persons you get to test you are themselves sane.
Trust itself breaks down as it is realized that the effected person is incapable of making a decision. This is where the true dangers of insanity lie. The person believing now that they canâ€™t make a good decision must question everything they previous held true.Â This only leads to bigger problem once it is realized that they canâ€™t trust the choices they make while reviewing their former beliefs.
The subject is now paranoid.Â At this point even certified therapists are unable to help the person because the affected person doesnâ€™t trust that they are there to help. They have lost any sort of connection to the outside world all because they canâ€™t trust themselves.
Trust of ones self must there for be the basis for a sane mind though that can never be proven given the nature of the judgment.
To sum up; Sanity is much like faith in a god whoâ€™s presence you canâ€™t prove. No one is able to tell you that god does or does note exist much like they canâ€™t prove that a person is sane or insane.
Thursday, January 25, 2007
My name is Tom. I am known by other names; Elmo, Zombie, Loki, The Bandersnatch, ect. I am also known as The Drunken Master of Speed. I can drink a pint glass of beer in less than six seconds. I can, in very short order, down many beers and go from sober to pleasantly drunk and do so on certain occasions. I am full of drinking stories from all over the place; from this country and others. Residing in my head are secret drink concoctions that are enjoyed by many and are sought after. People see what I do and they want to do it also and I help them.
They never realize that what I am doing is cramming large amounts of poison into my body. They think what I do is cool and not an act of self destruction. They can't do what I can and that makes them want to. They really want to learn to do to themselves what I do.
So what do I do? I have them become my apprentice if they come to me. They have to practice slamming booze into themselves. They have to work at it. After they've done that long enough they are allowed to challenge me and become part of the House of Speed. Just before I let them in though I look them in the eye and I ask them why they want to kill themselves with booze. Why they hate their bodies and why they want to die that much sooner.
They have to realize that this choice is one that isn't going to lead to happiness but a shorter lifespan. That if it gets on top of them, as it can very easily do, they will lose everything else and won't care that parts of their body are dying. Then I ask them if they still want to do this.
I think this gives them an opportunity to act wild and crazy in a sudo controlled environment and see first hand what all of it means. Hopefully they will see what too much is without getting alcohol poisoning. Maybe they can find out what responsible drinking is and know their limit without being t-totalers.
Tuesday, January 23, 2007
I am not being allowed to advance in my chosen career because of politics and bureaucracy. Not because there isn't a position. Not because there is someone better. Not because I'm not qualified. Not because someone doesn't want to hire me specifically. I'm not getting something that would be better for me and my company because of politics and bureaucracy.
I am upset.
May Eris curse their thumbs, cuss their thumbs, and crust their thumbs.
Wednesday, January 17, 2007
Do you understand what they are? I saw one of these machines at my work and it looked sleak and cool so i wanted to know more about it. I wrote the name of the device on my hand and, when I found a moment, looked it up. It's a coffee maker; you probably got that, but I can't tell why it's special. I thought it was an espresso maker, but nothing on the website leads me to believe that's true. I think it is just a coffee maker that instead of the normal drip method uses sub boiling water and a mild pressure. Okay so that does kinda sound like a espresso maker but the lack of high pressure still makes it coffee.
The thing that gets me is the base model of the maker is 70$! 70$ for a freaking coffee machine. So I thought to myself wow that is really expensive for a personal coffee machine; heck I've got a one cup maker that cost between 10$ and 15$. 70$ for a coffee maker that doesn't give me a blow job with my cup of coffee is so expensive that I'm surprised they sell and I wonder about the mental state of a person willing to pay that much for same.
The next bit is the "coffee pods". Thats the nice way of saying "coffee
grounds in a flat circular tea bag". There is every flavor in the rainbow. Every weird concoction you could possibly find at your local Four Bucks coffee chain. I looked at the price for those expecting that I might find a savings that would justify this non-blowjob giving 70$ coffee machine. If you figure the number of "pods" per bag for the price plus shipping and handeling you are still talking about 2$ for a cup of coffee. Madness! I looked at the cheap stuff; you know, basic black coffee flavored coffee, and that is still about 1.20$ + shipping and handeling.
What the crap is this. It's coffee. That's all it is. It is a staple. Why are their people who are willing to pay that much for coffee? I just don't get it.