Archive for June, 2003

No work!

Monday, June 9th, 2003

No work tomorrow =) Hellz yes!!!!!!!!!!!!

I’m working on my site all night tonight. I can sleep in tomorrow!!!!!!!

I hate my job

Saturday, June 7th, 2003

[EDIT] I got the songs up. Enjoy [/EDIT]

Today I spent an hour or two working on my site after I got home from work. Well actually, that’s a lie. After I got home from work, I passed out, then started working on my site. I’ve got a few new features I’m about to put on it and I’m just working out the kinks before I put them up. Actually, the smallest one will be up tonight. I’ve added a lot of songs to my music page and I’ve got all the new ones in red so it’s easier to tell which ones I added. I’ve found some damn good songs with some awesome beats and solosl ately. A few are old school too =)

I would love to quit my job is it weren’t for this little sheet of paper sitting next to me. I added up all the money I owe to people and companies….it’s quite a heafty sum =) So I need to work this all off and then get a little space to breath. Summer will be over by then anyways, so I’ll have to quit to go back to school then. But I don’t feel like bitching about my work. I probably won’t even talk about it anymore.

I watched the Cubs come back against Clemens today, denying him his 300th career win again =) I just love seeing that. Clemens is one of those guys in sports that I just hate. I still ahve no clue why he was lifted after only 6 1/3 innings though. If Torre had left him in there, the Cubs would never have come back. Clemens waspissed as hell when he was benched and it was hilarious. Hell, I would have been too if I was him. He had only thrown 84 damn pitches! What the hell was Torre thinking, especially with how horrible his pen has been lately.

Well I gotta run up to Office Depot to get some more folders. I ran out a month or so ago and my journal is about to bust open since I’ve crammed way too many pages into it. Good God, this was a pointless entry…sorry for wasting your time =) I promise I’ll something better to talk about next time I post.

My first day

Friday, June 6th, 2003

Smithers: Uh, sir, we found the problem. Some idiot threw this in the reactor core.
Homer: [sees charred doughnut] Success!
Burns: You did this? How could you be so irresponsible?
Homer: Eh… it’s my first day!
Burns: Since I’ve never seen you before, maybe it is your first day. Very well, carry on!
[Mr. Burns begins to walk off, when Smithers catches up with him.]
Smithers: Sir, that’s Homer Simpson. He’s been working here for ten years!
Burns: Ohh, really? Why did you think you could lie to me?
Homer: Uh…It’s my first day??!
Burns: Well, why didn’t you say that befor…[realizes] Wait! You’re fired!

I love that quote. And is describes my first day of work pretty well. I honestly don’t know how I can start getting up at 4:45 AM every morning. I guess by going to bed at 10 like I am tonight will be a good start. My job is…well….I don’t know. The pay is far below minimum wage. (Even after tips.) I’m pretty much staying with it because it’s still some source of income and after this, I’ll finally be able to say I have experience.

In other news…um, no other news really =) I think I might have another job lined up for late afternoons, so starting next week, I’ll be working 14 hour days. Oh yippe! Also, I’m trying to best prepare myself for some bad news that I know will be coming sometime soon. I don’t know from where or when, but trust me, it will be here soon enough. I’ll post again tomorrow after work.

I GOT A JOB!

Thursday, June 5th, 2003

Hi there, may I take your order?

Yes folks, I’ve found myself a job. A local restuarant is changing ownership and I am now the AM waiter. Now before you get too excited for me, let me describe what’s I’ll be doing. For 7 days a week, I will be reporting to work at 5:30 AM in my oh-so-lovely work uniform (I’ll post a picture of myself in it…it’s not pretty) until 1 PM that afternoon. I’m pretty much the only morning server for a hotel where pretty much nobody stays, so the pay and tips aren’t that wonderful and dear god, I have no idea how I’m going to start waking up at 5 AM instead of going to bed. This has culture shock written all over it.

But alas, I cannot complain, for I have finally found a fucking job!!

Sosa

Wednesday, June 4th, 2003

[EDIT]

It hurts, it really does. Damn you genes! Why couldn’t you have blessed me like that?!
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Did anybody see the clip where President Bush was adressing reporters this past weekend while sitting next to French Prime Minister Jacques Chirac? They were both sitting there, and while Bush spoke to the reporters, Chirac had an interpreter standing next to him telling him what Bush was saying. Bush gets to the point in his little speech where he says “I know there’s a lot of people in both our countries wondering if we can actually sit down and have a comfortable conversation and the answer is absolutely. We can have disagreements but that doesn’t mean we have to be disagreeable to each other.” RIGHT AFTER Chirac’s interpreter finishes talking, Chirac starts laughing!

Priceless my friends, priceless.

And finally, I’ve got to talk about something that is really starting to piss me off. I am sick of almost every baseball writer out there saying that Sammy Sosa is now a tainted player - a player whose past achievements should now be questioned as to whether or not they were obtained through “credible” means. All this does is show how most writers are out there looking to stir up trouble. Before you consider whether or not to believe Sammy’s explaination that he accidentally used a batting practice bat in which he had it corked just to hit the ball further for the fans, you need to look at the actual facts.

1) None of Sosa’s other bats were corked.

After being ejected, major league umpires are required to go and confiscate all bats owned by the player. Sosa stayed in the dugout, never once entering the locker room and therefore he never had the chance to even go switch his bats up if in fact he did have corked bats. All 77 of Sosa’s bats were examined today and not a single one had been tampered with.

2) The cork plug was BLACK!

When you cork a bat, you have to drill a hole in the bat and then plug the hole with wood so that the cork stays inside the bat. When using a brown wooden bat, you use brown wood so that by first glance, you can’t tell the bat was drilled. However, Sosa’s plug was JET BLACK which he explained as one of the prevention measures he had put in place so that he didn’t accidentally grab that bat. When you see a brown bat with a huge black spot in the middle of it, it’s pretty easy to tell it was tampered with.

3) Sosa didn’t try to grab the bat pieces.

Had Sosa known he was using a corked bat, he would never have dropped his bat when it broke. It is not unusual for players to just job down to first holding their broken bat piece when they groundout and then scooping up the other piece on their way back to the bullpen. This way, the umpires never have to see your bat and therefore, Sosa wouldn’t have been caught. However, we can easily see that Sosa had no guilty mind due to the fact that he dropped his bat the instance he hit the ball and sprinted to first and THEN never even attempting to intervine when the umpires went to collect the bat pieces.

4) Have you ever seen Sosa’s homeruns?

This is a guy who hits balls out of the park. And I mean literally over the walls of the ballpark. He hits moon shots, not little dips that barely make it over. It makes no sense for him to cork his bat. In fact, a corked bat generates only about 2 MPH more in bat speed, meaning that if a regular bat would hit it 400 ft, a corked bat would hit it 408 ft. This is the type of difference that scrawny shortstops who only hit 1 or 2 homers a year need, not Sosa who easily hits the ball 500+ ft, which would easily clear any major league park.

Frankly, I could go on and on about how it makes absolutely no sense for Sosa to cork his bat. And anybody who has ever talked to Sosa would know that he is an intelligent man. I’m just sick and tired of people making him out to be some type of intentionally cheating player who should never be looked at the same again. This guy is one of the greatest players in the game and has shown time and time again that he cares about the fans and the history of the game. Right after yesterday’s game ended, Sosa didn’t run and hide but instead held hours worth of news conferences to try and explained what happened. You have no idea how pissed off these writers are making me.

Army Reserves?

Tuesday, June 3rd, 2003

[EDIT] I think I’ve edited this post like 10 times. It’s probably changed since you last read it =) [/EDIT]

Let’s see…what to talk about?

Well, I’ve been applying for jobs like crazy lately with no real success. I had a few interviews, but they all pretty much said that they could find better qualified people since there are so many people looking for jobs. It really sucked to hear that, but oh well, nothing I can do about it. I’m seriously thinking about just going door-to-door and asking if people want their car washed or their lawn cut. Fucking economy…

You know what sucks? That feeling when you finally mentally realize and acknowledge something that you didn’t want to be true. It might have been in the back of your mind for a while, you might have guessed it here and there, but you never really thought about it because you didn’t want to accept it or that you didn’t have any proof that what you suspected might be true. For instance, I might not get a job this summer. Or if I do, it could easily be minimum wage. See? That just sucks. I’ve been having those feeling alot lately. Like take today for instance. I played Tommy and Clay in Starcraft and all they were doing was saving my ass. It’s official folks. Tommy and Clay are better then me in StarCraft. Do you know how hard it is for me to say that?

This was pretty interesting to me. I’ve always personally believed it, but it was nice to see somebody finally take a pro-video games stance instead of all those lobbyists in Washington who failed as parents and are blaming their failure on video games. I’ll admit it’s not the best possibly study they could have done, but hell, it’s something.

I’ve been thinking about joining the Army Reserves lately. I could use the money, it would finally give me an actually reason to stay in shape, and it’s something I’ve sorta wanted to do for a while. I wouldn’t mind the whole “one weekend a month, two weeks a year” thing, but my main concern is basic training. It requires 9 straight weeks and frankly, I don’t have 9 weeks in a row free. My only real choices would be to (1) Take a semester off. Like possibly take my Spring semester off and then after BT, I could work full time somewhere and save up some money. Or (2) Do the BT next summer. While an option, I really wouldn’t want to toss away my whole summer like that. Ok, so maybe that isn’t an option. So basically, I need to figure out if I want to take a semester off from school or not.

Well I am off to go see Finding Nemo with my family, then apply for a few more jobs, and then…well, I don’t know what after that. Probably work on my site, play Xenosaga, and relax!

Star Wars Kid

Sunday, June 1st, 2003

Wow… I literally couldn’t speak after that, I was laughing so hard.

And the following is for Clay

TOMMY ALERT
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