Catchy title with all the fluff

[Someone Else]

First off, let's just assume this whole thread is nothing more than another experiment in life, and if it works out then it will grow and take on a life of it's own as I add more and more shit to this journal. I suppose I should give you some background on who I am and what makes a character like me tick. I don't like to call southeast Idaho home but it is. Not only is it my home but it's also home to the most concentrated Mormon population in the world. I hate Mormons. Not all Mormons, because some I do call friends, but most of them are loathed by me. I'll come back to this subject later. I've also been all over the damn planet with the Army. I was active duty for four years and that really opened my naive little brain up to what the hell really is going on around me. Now-a-days I serve in the Idaho Army National Guard (ING). Here in Southeast Idaho the ING is dedicated to Field Artillary (FA). For those of you that don't know FA is the fine art of throwing a piece of steel (usually about 100 lbs, filled with High Explosive and painted green decorated with NATO markings) a number of kilometers away, primarily because we would rather have it explode on some poor unsuspecting terrorist than on us so we get rid of them as quickly as possible. I have been accused of being cynical but I think of myself as a realist. Let's face it, life is hard sometimes miserable, sometimes not, then you die, and the death is more often than not slow and painful. Now that's something to look forward to:exp:
Currently I am unemployed. No, I'm not just sitting on my ass, I have been looking for a job since I lost my last one, which has been about a week. The job market in Idaho sucks big throbbing penis. I would prefer to have a good high paying job with outstanding benifits, but that's not going to happen any time this millenium. I'm college educated and I'll probably end up sweeping up my lazy, sloppy boss's cookie crumbs after the important business meeting concerning the contract that should be terminated resulting in more people losing jobs all because his Mormon bishop advised him to in the interest of making more money for said religious establishment. Anyway, I digress.
Well, I think I'll take the time to spew forth on some of my personal tastes, interests, hobbies. I am a product of the eighties. I listen to heavy metal on a regular basis, James Bond rocks and Ronald Reagan won the cold war. I hate it when people refer to metal as butt rock. It's stupid, I mean listen to the music that these people listen to that call Megadeth butt rockers: Nirvana sure is a hell of a long way from being the final evolutionary step in rock. Cobain was more like the redheaded bastard step-child that got left out of the will. If not for the music of the 70's and 80's the music of the 90's would not be. By the way, you know your getting old when K-TEL is offering your favorite metal ballads on TV. Enough of that subject, let's discuss computers. I like computers. I pretty much learned everything I know about computers from watching others and then doing it myself and from reading books. My first machine was a 200mghz Celeron. When a friend of mine upgraded his machine he gave me his old processor, an AMD 475 K-6. I thought I would see huge perfomance gains-nope. Everthing ran just as slow even though my processor ran at more than twice the cycle rate. I will never use AMD. I don't care what they claim their chips can do, let's face it they cost less because they are less. About six months ago I finished construction on my current machine--Pentium IV 2.2Ghz, GeForce 3, 512mgs RAM, ATA 100. It blows the shit out of my Buddies AMD based machine. His processor claims to run as fast as an Intel at 1.8ghz plus he has a Geforce 4 Ti 4600 and Ghost Recon drops below 30 fps on a regular basis. Damn that felt good to slam AMD.
My brother, who is younger than me, recently got married, although I am happier than shit for him, it depressed me to find that I am still single. I would blame the fact that I am shy and generally can't summon the courage to hit on a girl without getting enough alchohol in me first, and we all know how that can go. Besides, most women around here are Miss Molly Mormon Goody Two Shoes Better Than You. Of the girlfriends I've manage to acquire in the past have come after me, not because I've charmed the shit out of them with a silver tongue and a one eyed wonder worm, but for reasons I have yet to discover. Most of the women I've been in relationships with have been abused by fathers, boyfriends, ex-husbands. They leave me because I'm too nice. Is it wrong to praise her titties during sex? I really don't understand. I love women, maybe too much. Again, I digress.
One of the jobs I'm trying to get is a full time position in the ING. Today I will be going to talk to a Sergeant who will help me study for the board where I will be asked questions like, "How is weekend drill pay processed?" Although the correct answer involves 300 man hours and approximately 10 times as many smoke breaks the answer I give will include neither of those facts.
I am a smoker. I don't like it. My throat is sometimes sore or I have a cold because I smoke. I usually have one or the other ailment (or both) quite a bit more often than non-smokers. I think most smokers are generally down physically in one way or another, maybe even emotionally.
I think that just about covers me in a couple of nutshells but before i sign off I'm going to shamelessly advertise my lack of emotional attachment with a female counterpart. If you like what you've read so far, I'll post some more for everyone to read. And don't be afraid to e-mail me with whatever except kiddie porn and bestiality pics. I get enough spam on those subjects to keep the contents of my stomach from staying down. Oh they say gentlemen prefer blondes, but i'm not a gentleman. I prefer brunettes but anyone can apply.
As Arnold would say, "I'll be back."

 

[Someone Else]

Well, I did some studying for the board, and I got a call from a company who "invited" me to a job seminar.
Let me tell you a bit about my roommate. My roommate is also my uncle and he is a bit quirky at times. He is into anime, ya silly Japanese cartoons that were made by shitty animators and have the dumbest least entertaining plots this side of the Pacific. I think Debbie Does Dallas had more socially redeeming value than his stupid cartoons, but he insists that anime is much better than anything on FOX. His historical evaluations on past battles annoy the fuck out of me. He knows he could have planned the assualt on Normandy much better. Why don't we ask him how to fight our battles instead of these idiot officers that keep graduating from West Point. He's been married twice, he's been divorced twice. He's currently in love with a sweet little hussie from work. You know the type, three kids, divorced, sticks her tongue down your throat on the first date then claims she's not normally like that. Next date she dishes out a handjob. My uncle claims he want's to take this nice and slow. I-don't-know, hand jobs before the first week of dating is over seems kinda quick. No, I don't think this relationship will last either. right now he's in Boise studying for a raise, but when he gets back I'll get to listen to him expound on everything that no one else cares about like anime, how much he paid for his seven year old computer, and the hobbit. That brings me to another topic. I hate that stupid hairy footed bitch Bilbo Baggins. I read the hobbit and was almost brainwashed by my 12th grade English teacher into beleiving it was a great novel. FUCK NO IT SUCKED!!! The only thing more annoying than a Tolken fan is a Trekie. No, it's a Tolken fan who lives with you and likes anime and thinks his 233mhz Pentium II is just as good as any newer and faster processor. Yes, my roommate beleives that because electricity is electricity you can't make it go any faster and therefore all computers are created equal, but he wants me to help him put together a 1Ghz PIII system. He even had a job as an eleltrician once but I guess they aren't required to have a basic understanding of physics to work with electrons. Go figure.
Two posts and all I've managed to do so far is bitch. I'll have to make the next message a little more lighthearted.

 

[Someone Else]

This afternoon I think I'll start off by discussing politics. I'm not sure if I want to call myself a Republican or not. My beleif system certainly makes me Republican, but really they are the lesser of two evils. Should I be judgemental about either party? That there is another topic entirely, but I will by no means, no way in hell, ever be a Democrat. So because my beleifs put me at the opposite end of the political spectrum I go Republican by default. Let's talk a touchy subject: women's rights. By all means I am for each and every women to be able to do the same thing a man is allowed to do. EVERYTHING INCLUDING BEING HELD TO THE SAME STANDARD THAT MEN ARE!!! When I have to take my Army Physical Fitness Test I am required to do a minimum of 40 pushups for my age group. A woman of my same age is is only required to do something like 20 pushups (I don't know the exact number because we don't have women in our unit.) I know a woman can do 40 pushups--I know a woman can max the test by the same standard the males have to follow. Any woman can. In basic training the Drill Sergeants are constantly repeating motivational phrases. One of my favorites was, "Mind over matter, Privates. If you don't mind, it don't matter." That is so true. If I do sixty pushups, seventy sit-ups and run two miles in sixteen minutes (Yes I still mind the running) then so can she. I'm six feet and 125 pounds on a good day which makes me skinnier than most skinny women. It's sad to say but most women in the Army are somewhat subordinate (some of the boys are to and they are just as wrong.) Not all are, but it was my experience in Active Duty that a majority of the girls had the 'I am woman, hear me roar--but someone without tits should be doing this' attitude. It was almost as if they expected chivalry from every man. I can be chivalrous, but the Armed Forces are about teamwork. Girls, if your going to join the Army, Air Force, Navy, Marines, Coast Guard then expect to do the work and gain the respect of your fellow soldier by doing your fair share. I've busted a sixty pound tire off it's rim with nothing but a tire spoon, raod marched 21 kilometers with a sixty pound ruck on my back and spent thirty days on end in the feild (that's nothing compared to some units) so don't bring sex into it when you have to do it. How about abortion? Yes, it is your body. In that case maybe you shouldn't have let him talk you into bed in the first place, or atleast used birth control of some sort. But that fetus is not your body. That fetus belongs to your unborn child. Shame on you for claiming it is your body. That fetus is not your body, it is your responsibility. Now for you girls that have had an abortion and are feeling so bad over it there are people who want to help you. Check the yellow pages or find a good church (not all churches are good mind you.) We all do things harmful to ourselves and others and if we can't show mercy and forgiveness when it should be shown then we are hypocrites. This brings me to another subject: War. We should not be merciful to the bastards that brought down the WTC, burned the Pentagon and murdered 3000 Americans. We should eliminate Saddam and his regime. Let me tell you why. When he was Prime Minister of England Neville was a preacher of peace, Hitler was coming into power. Germany sunk many of England's merchant ships unprovoked. Germany sunk England's flagship battleship the HMS Hood in 8 minutes. There were three survivors from the HMS Hood. Germany then made attempts to bomb the shit out of England and declare war on many other nations around her. What made Germany dangerous? Hitler, and our apathy towards him. That's right. An attitude of peace towards those who hate and want to kill you will get you killed. Saddam hates you. Bin Laden hates you. Many Fundamental Islamic people hate you and want to kill you. "Peace, Bro. I'm on your side" doesn't put the enemy on your side. Fundamental Islamic Jihads beleive that you are Satan, you are evil incarnate. A government's first priority is to it's own citizens. Our government exists to ensure your rights to life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness are not interupted or taken away. That is final. Now I know many of you will argue that the supreme reason for removing Saddam is because of oil. It is not because of oil. Trust me the U.S. has many more options for acquiring oil. The reason we should do away with Saddam is apathy. We can learn a lesson from merchant raids and allied cities being bombed or we can learn from being bombed with chemical, biological or nuclear warheads in our cities. People hate Americans and they will do this if we let them. The peace mongers are the same people who propose we tear unborn children from there wombs, they are same people who don't think you have a right to protect yourself with a gun (the fact that Americans owned guns privately is what kept the Japanese from starting an inland invasion,) they are the same people who beleive an animal and all of the trees and fish have more rights than a walking, talking, thinking, sentient human being. Shame on the peace mongers for proposing we let those that hate us get away with murder. War is ugly, but we should not turn our backs to it when it needs to happen. If you have not read The Sum Of All Fears by Tom Clancy do it now. If you saw the movie, forget everything you saw and read the book. It is very straightforward, enlightning, and it makes for a very good wake up call.
Now let me finish by talking about my roommate/uncle. I was a little harsh on him in yesterday's post. Despite his quircks, I do like the guy; after all he is my uncle and I do have to live with him. We both make attempts to get along very well despite what we see in each other. One of these days I'll go into my own shortcomings as a confessional in all fairness to the slamming of everyone else in this journal.

 

[Someone Else]

Since I'm unemployed and have nothing better to do, I thought I'd come back to this. I've finished a lot of my games on my computer and the ones I haven't finished I've lent out to my brother. He's really gotten into Ghost Recon. Of the games I do have and haven't finished are Grand Theft Auto III and Empire Earth. I haven't finished one Scenario in that game but have played the shit out of the random maps. The scenarios give you too little to do much with and I enjoy amassing a huge army over several ages and crushing my opponent with an iron fist and nuclear devestation. In Grand Theft Auto III I'm stuck on a mission where I have to do a drive by shooting of so many gang members in so little time. The closest I have gotten to accomplishing that goal is within about five gangbangers. My favorite all time game is No One Lives Forever. I loved the graphics (now rather dated,) I loved the humor, I loved the tongue in cheek comments, the code phrases with other contacts ("Is it you, or is it hot in here?" "No, but I think you need a cold shower.") The plot was excelent, and the injection of personality into a computer game was done very well. I forked out fifty bucks to EB for the sequel. The humor and graphics were even better, but I felt ripped off. I don't blame the individuals involved in bringing me this game for it's downfalls. All in all it was a great game still and living up to the original is by no means an easy task. No One Lives Forever 2 has its ups and downs, the only down to the original is it's dated graphics, and that is something that can only happen over time. But I digress (I seem to say that a lot here.)
I bought GTA III because Joseph Loserstein hates it so much and it is actually quite a bit of fun. The premise that violent video games make one a violent criminal is the biggest load of dogshit anyone has ever tried to stuff down my throat. It takes a real world experience to alter ones psychological profile, just like it takes a real hammer to alter ones physical profile. I'm not afraid of pixilated iron. Are you?
My bro has been playing the shit out of Ghost Recon, which I think, more than anything, is his way of dealing with not being able to join the Army like his big brother did. He has asthma to the degree that they will not accept him. I love my bro so I sympathize with his unfullfilled desires, but at the same time I am glad that he stands a much greater chance of never seeing mass destruction at it's finest. My relationship with my brother hasn't always been a good one. Growing up I took all of my frustrations out on him. Why, because my father took all his frustrations out on me. You see, my dad fullfilled his roll in life by becoming his father's son. My dad was the youngest male in a family of four children; two older sisters and one brother as the first born. His older brother could do no wrong in his parents' eyes and the two girls were, well girls, so they didn't count in impressing daddy with accomplishments. My Dad's older brother was perfection incarnate, from now on we'll call him Uncle Mike (not the same uncle who is currently my roommate.) My dad was fuck-up incarnate, how this situation came to be, I-don't-know, but I'm sure it all followed a similar pattern as what I am about to expound upon here. Whenever my dad fixed something around the house or accomplished anything in general while growing up, no matter how trivial or complicated the task might have been, he was always rewarded with a comment similar to, "But it's just not as good as what Mikey would do." I can see how being made to live up to an unatainable standard can destroy one's self-esteem. Many moons later my dad married and continued to struggle to keep up with my Uncle Mike, but never could. Uncle Mike always had a better job, always had more money, always had better toys. Nowadays, Uncle Mike travels around in his RV, while my dad works to keep out of debt. How does this affect me? As the firstborn, I became the target for all of my Dad's failures and frustration. Now before I go any further, I really, really hate it when people say they've had a bad life and proceed to weave a tale of sorrow and doom, a true Oedipean tragedy. We've all had bad things happen to us from 401k's going to shit or being run over by a train. I'm not writing this so you'll feel sorry for me, so don't. Every time I did something wrong imperfect or not at all, I suffered some form of emotional or physical abuse, I lived in complete fear of my father. Today I am attempting to fight of the complex he has given me, but to get to how this affected how my brother and I got along is simple. He in turn received my wrath for my failures. When I was younger I would stick up for him or try to protect him when he screwed up, but this only led to me being chastised or beaten or both; thusly, sparking the bitterness towards my sibling. The thing I regret the most happened when I was in high school. My brother was tossing pebbles at my car, pebbles--little tiny peices of rock that only hurt when your knee goes down on them. I chased my brother down and pinned him to the ground. I'm very thin mind you, my bony shins holding his arms to the ground must have hurt, but not as bad as my knuckles slamming into his face. He had an asthma attack, both of our parents were at work and the house was locked. He didn't have a key to get in where is medication was, but I did. I left him sitting on the steps of the house with possibly a life threatening asthma attack. I am a shitbag. I still feel horrible greif and guilt for attempting to kill my brother. I really didn't think about the life and death consequences then but hindsite is 20/20. I've done many other things to him since then. I'm just grateful that we get along today. I've never apologized to my brother for the things I did to him. I-don't-know why. I want to, I need to. My father has never said "I'm sorry." once in his life, and I don't want to be like him. Now that you're depressed and feel like shit for reading my little story, I'll make an attempt to cheer you up with tales from my times in the Army. Not all of my stories are good, but most are, and I see my time in the Army as a period of much growth and maturity. First I've never fought in a conflict. I joined in 1993 after the Gulf War. I was twenty and looking for a decent job in Idaho Falls (funny how my life has gone full circle.) Basic Training really was an exciting experience and I've enjoyed most of my military career. When I got to AIT (I'll explain what that is after this story) I was chased almost constantly by another female in training. I didn't want anything to with her. Not because she was black, or too skinny, or flat chested, but because of the way she talked. It was "G" this or "homeboy" that, sometimes a "don't you go there, girlfriend,' and a "I'm gonna bust that nigger bitch." Ebonics really is an obnoxiously annoying means of communicating. If she spoke English I probably would have been turned on. Now you want to know what AIT is. It's Advanced Individual Training. After graduating Basic Training I jumped on a bus which carried me to Ft Bliss, TX. AIT is where a soldier learns his or her specific job they will be doing for the Army. In my case it was as a Patriot Missile Crewmember. The Patriot missile was better known as the Scud Buster during the Gulf War. When I was done with AIT I got my first Permamnant Duty Assignment in Bitburg Germany. Now you might be wondering what the hell are Patriot missiles doing in Germany. They were leftovers from the cold war. Despite my difficulty adjusting to being away from home I had shitloads of fun in Germany. Lots of beer, friends and legal prostitution. Why did I bone a whore or two? Because I was twenty and had a penis. Aside from that because I'm shy I didn't have to worry about rejection. If you have the money, you get the action. Now I'm almost thirty and little smarter, not much smarter but a little. Sometimes I'm curious to know what a woman's honest opinion of a guy is whos paid for sex, but I've never asked any woman much less told them that I've done it.

 

[Someone Else]

My Uncle is home now. He actually got home last night but was at work with the county today. He's a property assessor. He brought his woman home and he's playing some kind of accopelllic new age shit so I'm in my bedroom writing yet again and trying to drown his music out with some Def Leppard or whatever happens to come across the playlist. Hey Ozzy is never a bad choice. While my childhood wasn't exactly idealistic, I made the best of it. Many of my friends through elementary school often played mind games with me and once Jr. High started they dissed me altogether. What a heartbreak to see them go. In response I said fuck it, if people want to be my friend then they will. Even to this day I see no sense in trying to impress people. My philosophy with friendship is "show me I can trust you or fuck off." Actually, you really don't need to show me anything, just don't fuck with me, and yes I can take a joke a plenty well. I recently stopped hanging out with a buddy of sixteen or so years because he bragged to my face about he can manipulate me. I saw our friendship as mutual, we did favors for each other, got drunk together blah blah blah; he saw it as control. Control this motherfucker :flip:
People often are attracted to me as friends or acquaintances because of my cheary attitude, I know it's hard to see here but yes I'm very laidback and most often in a very good mood despite what life throws at me. Others like my smart-ass, semi-rebelic attitude (male mormons tend to get a kick out this part of my personality.) Every now and then I turn very meloncholy, and I hate it when I get that way. I used to fight it like hell, but nowadays I just let it run it's course. In fact talking about my bro in the last post seemed to have sent me heading in that direction, oh well. I've spent alot of time reading some other threads here and have taken an interest in a few; Ali Davis and her True Porn Clerk Stories are the best, After the Rapture by Rickyboy was insightful. I actually found this place because of Ali. You see, in the latest issue of Playboy they mention her journal, and Playboy told me to go read it. So I did. And I was entertained. Then I thought it would be interesting to put my own life on a server located somewhere in the U.S. and see what others thought about it, my life that is. Like most people I will not be remembered in the History books or make a mind blowing difference in another's life, but here I am and that's good enough for me.
I received a private message from one of the female members that posts here. She told me it was too bad we couldn't be friends because she is a trekie, and perhaps that is true. It's not like people don't think I'm weird for being a computer geek. Because really it's the same thing only different interests. I always wonder, if I ever do find the right girl, will she let me be, or will I be dragged kicking and screaming away from Medal of Honor before I save the free world from the clutches of tyranny? If my future girlfriend is reading this, please understand that I fight the Nazi warmachine for you. I gotta wonder why a woman never seems to stick around in my life. I wonder if a person wants and desires too much if they are denied what they want the most. I used to play the role of he-man woman hater in an attempt to convince myself that I don't want a woman in my life, but to cuddle up next to someone and stroke her hair, tell her she's beautiful and have intimate conversations is something I've experienced way too little of. It depresses me in a general always feeling down underneath the happiness type of way. I think part of posting this is actually an attempt on my part to find a woman out there on the net, because there are only two choices in my hometown; Mormons or the town bicycles at the bars. The town bicycle thing doesn't appeal. No man likes to wear a condom, but it's better than paying child support; or in the case of the town bicycle catching a bad case of ghonnaherpesyphalaides. A buddy of mine in Germany had to rodded after sticking it to the orderly clerk; she was the battalion bicycle. There is another type of woman here in Idaho Falls-- the type that thinks guys want dumb girls, so they act dumb. Dumb is unattractive. Have you ever read the bio sheet of a Playboy Playmate? These girls are dumb, plain, shallow and simple. Their bio sheets say things like, "I hate mean people." or "I like honesty." Well duh. These girls have no soul to bear to the world, only nipples and labias. But damn, they are hot. I really have no respect for them, they're just fun to look at. And every Playboy I buy is helping to pay their salaries. That's why I subscribe, so they get less of my money. Shame on me, I know.

 

[Someone Else]

There was this girl I knew and occassionally partied with back in high school, my dope smokin days. Her name was Nicole, and she was extremely beautiful. She was special, and still is special to me today, for another reason. She was very down to earth, not stuck up about her beauty and stunning body, she made a person feel very comfortable to be around her. Nicole, I am assuming, came from a very well off family. I guage this by the clothes she wore. Very trendy, and very sexy. I had very few thoughts of her legs wrapped around my head, because once I got to know her, all I saw was a very cool person. We would run into each other at parties, she would be with her friends (who were all male) and she would suggest that we all go somewhere else. And we would. Her friends were the strangest mix of people, none of them were female, some were total losers, some were jocks, some were academics, some were in art club, some were graduated, all were in some way or another outcasts. Outcasts in Idaho Falls generally were non-Mormons or jack Mormons (Mormons who didn't live by the church rules.) We would generally go to Brady's for coffe or two seventeen mile cave to drink more beer or smoke pot. She really stands out in my memory more because of her personality than her looks. She was so confident, but so humble. Nicole would talk to anyone without looking down on them. Cami on the other was quite the bitch. She would always smile at me with that "poor little man" look in her self-righteous eyes. What a rotten Mormon cunt she was. Cami was our homecoming queen. Nicole held a position much higher than Most Popular Religious Cunt with me, she was a genuine sweetheart. I miss Nicole.
High school was strange time for me, I know most people looked down on me with pity. I came to school with long hair and proudly displaying my denim jacket with my favorite metal band and their logo tatooed on the back "Queensryche" written as it was off their first album, underneath a very meticulously drawn "Operation: Mindcrime" and the corresponding album art. The Mormons looked at that poor misguided soul, surely he must be a devil worshipper. What pisses me off the most about those bastards is that not one of them ever made an attempt to discuss religion. If I was in such dire trouble, then why didn't any of those cocky sonsabitches ever bother to show me the path to enlightenment? They are more concerned about social status and making money than being seen talking to a sinner. After graduation I did manage to have a few discussions with one or two Mormons. This is not an exageration: their faces would turn beat red, the veins in their temple and neck would protrude appearing to distend the skin, and they would shout vehemently, almost incoherently while spitting all over you with clenched fists about how you were trying to discredit them and persecute them. It didn't take much to get them in that state, all one would have to do is ask them questions about how the Mormon church can say one thing when the Bible says the complete opposite. The church has really chilled out in the last ten years. The devotees no longer erupt into defensive shouting and the recruiting techniques have become much more persuasive. Mormon converts are nothing like raised Mormons, either. Most converts live in New York, Ohio, Texas, California, places where the church doesn't have as much influence. These are normal everyday people that have been duped into believing the unbelievable. They generally are very nice because the Bible says they should be. Mormons fed from birth know only that they should go on their mission and return to be "sealed in the temple" (that's married to us lesser people.) Any Mormon that does these things and goes to church every Sunday to give 10% of his paycheck to God is well on his way to being a god himself. I got off on a tangent. I meant to discuss high school and how I beleive people viewed me. Some saw me as a loser, some a stoner, some looked up to me, some tried to use me, some were afraid of me. Most mormons saw me as very smart; I was, but I was also lazy. I took zeros on a lot of assignments because I was unchallenged. I barely graduated high school with a gpa of 2.8. The only subject I couldn't understand was math. I got d's and f's because I couldn't understand it. My dad often called me a stupid lazy shit, and I refused to beleive it, but in the end my grades reflected that I was one or the other or both. These days I consider myself to be intelligent and hard working; although I have had a number of jobs that have been extremely unchallenging. It's hard to hold onto good work ethics when the job requires nothing from you. Back in 1999 I was a CSR for DirecTV, not only was it boring but I was really depressed by people's inability to mature or think about things. When you take calls from people all over the U.S. you really get to deal with a wide range of personalities. Some people are so unreasonable in their logic their is no way to help them, others are so stupid they can't be enlightened. One gentleman asked if he was going to be charged for the call. 1) He called a 1-800 number 2) I was working for a satelite dish network not a long distance carrier. Another customer wanted to know how NOT to order pay per view movies, I'm not talking about locking everyone in the house out of ordering it either. He was genuinly interested in knowing how he himself could keep himself from ordering a movie. Being a CSR was boring and it brought my spirits down. Never underestimate the stupidity of the individual. Up until a little over a year ago I was a pizza delivery driver, the upside was the tips and always having something to do, the downside was that I was a 28 year old pizza delivery driver--even worse, I graduated from Idaho State University to get a job as a 28 year old pizza delivery driver. I refuse to go back to fast food. It wasn't a bad job, but it was for me at the time and still would be.
By the way people, e-mail me or send me PM. I want to hear from you all. I am extremely curious to hear what you think of my ranting and raving.

 

[Someone Else]

I just finished watching Saving Private Ryan. I LOVE THAT MOVIE!!! Wait, I don't think I got my point across. I MEAN I REALLY LOVE THAT MOVIE!!! I guess I really can't put into words how much I love that movie. I'm not sure how to feel about that corporal, though. He convinced the captain to let the Nazi Kraut walk and the asshole comes back in the end to kill the captain. The pussy corporal eventually finds his ball sack in the end, but not until after the enemy is demoralized by our P-51's. Somehow I think I would feel better if the corporal was shot by the damned Nazi they let walk. Over all the movie really impressed me on the technical side. One flaw of Hollywood is the inability to weave a tale while at the same time keeping things down to earth. I only say this because it bugs the dogshit out of me. Only a couple of flaws with said movie; 1) don't elevate legs with an abdominal wound (probably done more out of compassion for someone who was going to die regardless) 2) by 1944 we still didn't know what Hitler was doing to the Jews. Other than those two things, Speilburg did an outstanding job wrenching a bleeding heart out of my chest. I hated Pearl Harbor. Just another basic Jerry Bruckheimer (or whatever his last name is) plot about boy meets girl. Boy loses girl. Boy gets girl back. Wow, the originality of it all. Jerry's films have all said, "Look guys, here's a chick flick you can watch." No Jerry, it's not. The only movie that was close to being good of his was The Rock. The effect that nerve agent had on people and the way the antidote was administered really ruined the flick for me. Being in the Army I know what nerve gas does and how to administer the anti-dote, which comes to two flavors, one after the other and not with a six inch needle in the heart. It was over the top drama. uke: I can't help but notice the similarities between Saving Private Ryan and Medal of Honor. Some of the scenarios in MOH are so strikingly similar to SPR they should have called it "Saving Private Ryan: The Video Game."
I spent the better part of my day at my bro's. We were playing Empire Earth and he has all but handed my ass to me. I like strategy games, although I really do suck at them. I can't accomplish anything past easy, but on shooters I'll send Nicole Horn to her violent death in a new york minute (nyuk nyuk, clever verbage.) I used to play UT online quite a bit, and for the longest time I was under the imression that I was shitty at that game, then I learned that a lot of people cheat online. They run aimbots on the servers so no matter where they aim they still hit and kill you. Wow, what skill, what reflexes, what a loser. I hope those people with their names at the top of the NG World Stats list feel a sense of accomplishment in their recreational activities.
I claimed some time ago that I was going to tell a happy story on here, but the more I thought about it the more I realized I didn't have a happy story. If I happen to come across one I'll be sure to share.
My uncle anounced he was getting married. He's gonna get hurt. After his first date his exact words to me were, "I just wanna take this one nice and slow." He's known her for two months. I guess some people's idea of slow is under 200 mph. I'd think it must be a little expensive to be a career divorcee. A friend of mine went out with a girl on one date and he knew without a doubt that he was going to marry this girl. This was a little over a year ago. They got married. Turns out she was arrested for leaving her baby in a dumpster. She got off because they could't prove that the baby wasn't still born and that she killed it. I don't know how to tell my friend that his wife is essentially a baby killer. "Hey Fred, your wife left her firstborn in the trash. Let's go for a beer." As a post-cursor to announcing the engagement both my buddy and uncle retorted some profound statement similar to, "I've just never met anybody like her before." I want to say, "Of course not, fool. We all posess something called uniqueness." Instead I try to kindly point out their stupidity and sway them back into reality. Mostly, they're too caught up in their emotions to notice my ocassional insult of their intelligence. Come to think of it, I've never met anyone like Hitler either. It's so sad, it hurts. My friend married to Baby Killer is now so manipulated by her that he's selling his Chevy. He really isn't the type to sell his SUV and be grounded to his bike (we're talking pedals here.) Stupid is as stupid does.
Another statement I've heard is, "I've been looking for someone like her my whole life." To me that just sounds inherently wrong. I think if I wanted details on "someone like her" I would get inflated character traits of the good nature which are more imposed than real and general statements showing a blindness to her flaws. We all have flaws, but you would have to be blind not to see hers. I really think the way we're raised has a profound effect on the type of mate we choose. It's just not easy being able to explain why we are emotionaly propelled to junk. "Look, Ma! She's got big titties and no personality! Can I keep her? Puleeeeaaase?"