I haven’t written anything on this blog in over 4 years. Much of this can be traced right back to the
last post, I started a job in IT. IT is
a job that will require a lot of time. My
post in March 2014 was when I started on the IT helpdesk. I could go on and on about my time with IT
Operations, moving to IT Dev, Back to IT Ops and all that. It’s not interesting. My time in IT Operations and IT Dev give me a unique look at both worlds. None of that is important to this blog; it is only why I've been absent for so long.
HOBO SHOWDOWN
Random thoughts without regret.
Friday, November 16, 2018
Monday, March 31, 2014
Nature is awesome
Well my first week of IT has come
to an end. That’s right put a bow on it,
put in in the books and throw it into that anals of history, naw-mean?
I love tech and what not but I’ve
had a lot lately so yesterday seemed like a great day to get right with Mother
Nature. A Sunday afternoon hike up the
canyon sounds perfect. An afternoon
among the wildlife and beautiful early spring in Utah could be very
calming. Sure everything is dead and it
looks like rain but I can still try to find some solace.
What if I stumble across
something picturesque? Something I want
to remember or share perhaps. Well I can
take my sketchbook; I need to sketch for one of my classes so I better bring my
backpack with some art supplies.
I’ll have to get a little of the
beaten path to see anything cool. That
could be dangerous if I run into any critters.
Not many people venture out on Sundays.
Who will hear me screaming if I get lost or worse yet, attacked by a
mountain goat? I better take my phone
with me so I can make a call if I need to; it has GPS too so if the search
party needs help finding my badger ravaged corpse they can access that.
I might be gone a while as art
takes time especially when you’re into details like I am. I need to recreate every hair standing up on
the snarling wolves back if I’m lucky enough to see one. Maybe I should take my Ipod to listen
to. That way I can really focus on the
stunning views I’m sure to encounter.
Who am I kidding I can’t draw for
shit if I wanna capture a moment I better take a camera. Sure my phone has one but that little thing
can’t take really good pictures, better bring the SLR and all my lenses. That way I can zoom way in and not have to
get too close to the cave to see the fearless, hungry bears awakening from
hibernation.
I like to write maybe I should
pack up this laptop and I can compose a new blog post. Yep that’s what I’ll do; attempt to draw a
passable landscape with pencils, use my phone’s GPS to put a tack in google
maps of where I am, and snap some great shots that I will further process in Photoshop
to make it look better. I will do all
this before attempting to craft a witty, compelling and meaningful blog to post
from right here, on top of a hill side.
However my phone doesn’t have the
capability to be a mobile hotspot. How
am I supposed to blog from the mountains with this archaic 17 month old
technology? While my phone can’t be a hot spot my tablet
can. Not to mention I’ve been having
battery issues with the laptop so I could use the word processor included on
the tablet in a pinch.
Nature is awesome; maybe I’ll
even watch a nature show via Netflix.
Friday, March 14, 2014
Oral sex all up in your ears
Oration costume
I don’t think anyone would argue
that public speaking is a talent. It
ranks just behind death on the “what people most fear list” every year. I took a class on it and learned it’s all
about preparation. If you are prepared
you will do well but some people are just better at it. Whether they can just look natural or can improvise
some answers they just are better. In my
class I shocked myself because I didn’t know how easy it was if you’re ready
for it and I did much better than students much more outspoken than myself.
I’ll be the first to admit I come
off as a bit shy, quiet and weird. (As overheard by others)
I’d describe myself as private,
reserved and observant. I notice things
nobody else does and I don’t speak unless spoken to for the most part. I’m also entirely too analytic, cynical and
pessimistic. When you mix all those
things with a healthy dose of empathy, and a touch of traumatic stress you get
a very unique cocktail that is me.
Every single day I find myself in
the same situation.
I will be involved in a
conversation and either my mouth can’t keep up with my brain or vice versa.
I will be half way through one statement
or thought but my brain is not only 3 sentences ahead it is pointing out mistakes
coming out of my mouth, like some kind of psychotic proofreader. I will admit I’m not the most socially gifted
person.
However I will be an arrogant ass
about something; I’m very quick witted and somewhat funny. I have never met a person I can't make laugh. The problem lies in the content, it tends to be dark. My first impulse will come very quick but is
usually very dark, and possibly over the line. Usually funny as hell but only for a few of us. For example how many of us have seen the movie Hannibal? The sequel to The Silence of The Lambs. That is a dark comedy with plenty of laughs. Don't take my word for it, do some research. You will find the movie where a guy is fed his own brain is a form of comedy.
I’ve only recently discovered the
release that is writing. Well now I’m
doing this as well as being over 20,000 words into two different possible books
I’m writing.
In conclusion:
If you wanna be a good public
speaker: prepare, prepare and prepare
If you wanna vent about shit:
open a new word doc and type away. Cut and paste that shit into a blog and you feel better. No body will ever read it but that's their loss right?
Saturday, March 1, 2014
I fell in love in a parking lot.
There was a time in my life I got
upset over people who park in handicapped spaces. I would picture some poor old widow having to
hobble across the parking lot just to get heart pills and diapers just do you
could get your Natty Light 43 seconds faster.
Maybe some yuppie-scum businessman who got left out of the inheritance,
so he hates old people and relishes watching them suffer.
Now I’m just jealous I don’t have
the stones they do, and I even admire their heroic act of parking wherever they
want. I even know most commercial lots
are not really enforced. Some places do
have someone occasionally patrolling, but most of the time the business would
have to make a call. I still park in the
normal spots.
The way I see it most of the time
the spaces are occupied with vehicles with the special plates or window hanger
thing. The problem is those are about as
hard to get AC DC lyrics. That analogy
isn't good enough for you high-brow types?
OK then it’s as easy to get a handicapped permit as it is to sign up for
Facebook.
You just go to your Doc, explain
to him you've been facing some challenges ever since you stubbed your toe and
viola. You walk out with some mood
stabilizers, Percocet and a new rear view window ornament, allowing you to park
on Ronald McDonald’s front porch.
Now instead of the old widow
getting a spot by the door, some KFC junky can park there and feel good about
it. As the great Andy Andrist said “you shouldn't be able to eat your way into
better parking.”
Another thing just because you
have the right to park in a special spot you don’t have to further prove it to
me by parking like that. If you can’t
get in the lines I think you’re not “road worthy”. It looks like you were pulling into the lot,
got struck blind as someone chopped of your hands all while the acid was really
kicking in. You managed to get one tire
in the spot, but the rest of the car is obstructing everything.
If you’re trying to convince me it’s
too difficult to walk an extra 20 feet to get your Cheetos driving a truck you
need a miniature ladder to climb into doesn't help your case. For example I see a H2 all the time at Smith’s. First of all it’s a hummer, a fairly big
vehicle, but is also the vehicle for a health company. That sends a hell of a mixed message. Unless this guy is a super healthy athlete
who blew out his knee and now makes other people healthy limping the whole time
your tax write off company advertisement truck is confusing as hell.
So now you say “Sure the system
is corrupt, but if we change it what makes you think people won’t figure out a
new scam? What’s the solution?”
Well I’ve got the solution. Didn't see that one coming did you? I've actually got lots of solutions so strap
in.
1.
“The Czar”-We leave everything the same except I’m
made “Parking Lot Czar”. With this new
job I will recruit some hard pipe hitting guys to work for me. 50 of them, 1 for each state. We will drive around our assigned states
looking for phonies; the big truck or whatever we fine you. If we find you to be taking advantage of the
parking regulations we strap you to a rocket and fire you into the ocean.
2.
“The Amazonian”-Simply put if you want an easier
shopping experience you are automatically enrolled in Amazon Prime, and we
mandate that Amazon carries food. That
way you order your shit and get it in a few days without even leaving your
house.
3.
“The Final Solution”-We blow up and outlaw motor
vehicles. This means if you want to get
something from the store find a way; walk, bike, skate, ride your dog, or just
grow wings.
Saturday, February 22, 2014
Got my Taxes Done Did
These days I pay to have my taxes
done. I know it’s dumb with all the
basically free websites you can use but I just pay someone. I used to do it myself then things got all
complicated. We bought a house, I don’t
know how to do that. I went back to
school, I don’t know how to do that.
Paid a bunch for MRI’s and back surgery, I don’t know how to do that
either. Last year I got I letter from
the IRS telling me my 2010 return was wrong and I owed a bunch on money. I though 2010, really, how far behind are
these guys? That was 3 years ago, I
still had some hair then. Anyway I took
the letter to H &R Block and they fixed everything no problem and no money
owed, so I just figure it’s worth it now.
I don’t trust those freaks
working in the makeshift cubicle in Walmart though. Sure they are technically employed by a
reputable company so you’re covered by their super, gold-star protection or
whatever they call it, but they creep me out.
Just cause you took a 5 day course after getting let go from the deep
fried, gravy tasting plant doesn’t make me confident in your “Tax Professional”
title.
I make an appointment at a year
round location, with a year round employee.
Sure this guy probably started as the guy at Costco in the fake cubicle,
but now he’s put in a few years and seen more than as season’s worth of returns,
plus they usually don’t look or smell like a regular at chuck-a-rama.
Today I enter the building and
was greeted immediately by a guy asking if I was Mr. Barney. I told him indeed I am Mr. Barney and he led
me to his desk.
This is when I notice a few
things, tattoos and scars to be specific.
I have nothing against either of those things, I have both however mine
and his have a difference.
I have scars from the aforementioned
surgery, a motorcycle accident and the ones on my heart from evil girls. His on the other hand were definitely the
result of violence. Not like he was
abused by his dad, but more like he and a few friends met some other dudes in a
mall parking lot late one night and he got hit in the face with a chainsaw
blade.
My tattoo I got on a table
wrapped in plastic wrap in a tattoo parlor.
He got his in 1 of 3 places, a garage, a crack house, or prison. It looked horrible on the web part between
your thumb and the rest of your hand, although the poor quality text did inform
me he was in fact a “Bad Boy”. Same
place on the opposite hand he hand 3 dots in a triangle, like on a ferrets
ear. I used to have a ferret so I just
figured this meant he had been fixed and de-scented.
Based on appearance a lot of people
might be put off, not me though. I
figure this dude is one of those Life Time movie turn your life around
guys. He made some bad choices in the
past, but now he’s turned his life around.
And worst case scenario he steals my identity, we track it back to an
H&R Block employee and I sue the pants off them and buy an island, the Lakers, and maybe Kate Upton.
I’ll cut to the chase, this dude
blazes through it all, sometimes whipping out a calculator to add up info off
my papers before telling me he just got another thousand for me. This dude knows his way around tax returns like Kim Kardashian knows her way around the BET awards. At the end of 30 minutes of an hour long
appointment I walk out with the anticipation of a fat return, which I
technically already paid them so I shouldn’t be too excited about but still.
Sunday, February 16, 2014
History Teachers are mostly full of shit!!
History teachers are full of shit
I’m not a great writer although I
think I am. When I took the university’s
placement test I got a perfect score in English. It’s hard to figure out how that happened
since I didn’t take English my senior year and don’t remember paying any
attention my previous years of high school.
Anyway 10 years later I seem to
be a decent English student so I obviously enroll in those classes to get them
done and build a little mid-life confidence.
Two semesters later I am done
with all required English credits earning an A in all classes. Now the weird part is I learned a lot from my
professor, but he also told me this “the toughest graders on writing are oddly
your history professors.”
Well guess what,
he knew what he was talking about.
In my writing classes I learned
that length doesn't mean shit. Good writing
is effective writing. In my last English
class I took the challenge of merging the two last assignments into one. A five page research paper, and a 5 page
first personal narrative. I was one of the
few who pulled off an A.
Well as it turns out history
teachers care about length, which is fine I can talk about the details and
whatnot for a long time. These history
buffs always have some shit to say about your writing too. Always giving useless suggestions with dodgy
advice. I've always gotten full credit
from history teachers on writing assignments but I see the same shit over and
over at the top. “Watch spelling and Grammar”
First of all (unlike this blog) I
proofread the shit out of anything I turn in for a grade. I don’t make mistakes. Furthermore one of the most basic rules of
writing is back up your shit.
If you have an argument,
you better have some evidence to back it up right.
Well why does my
paper say “watch spelling and grammar” at the top with nothing highlighted,
underlined, or crossed out with a red pen. Back up you fucking statement or don’t
make it. Show me what I did wrong and
how you would do it.
This
paper had no spelling errors, and no grammatical errors. Did you even read it?
Oh wait there it
is, you have a lot of students, all writing a lot of pages. You don’t read them all do you. Well fuck it. Instead of writing the assigned three pages on Raphael's "Madonna of the Meadows" I'm just gonna fill three pages with a detailed, profane version of losing my virginity to your mother.
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