You wanted the best, you got the best...

[jasinine]

The one for me...

Wow, it seems as though most of the journals I read have to do with relationships, or the lack thereof. I'll throw some of my own feelings into the mix because I don't want to be left out.

I don't know how many times I've heard the saying "There's someone out there for everyone" but I do know I'm starting to doubt it. Lately I've been feeling like I'll never find the person who can completely "get" me. I'm not a complex guy, I'm pretty simple when it comes right down to it.
I'm the quiet, cheerful, witty guy who usually doesn't get noticed because I prefer not to draw attention to myself. And even if I did, I'm willing to bet it wouldn't matter because no matter how many times I see it written somewhere, women don't want the "nice" guy. They want the "cool" guy, the liar, or the "bad boy" who seems "dangerous" or some such bullshit like that. Well, that's not me. It never has been and it never will be.

If I had to make a list of qualitites I'd like to find in a certain person (and I hate to because I could meet someone without even a single one and still fall in love, of this I'm sure) this is what I would put down: She would be/have...

- slightly more outgoing than I am. I can carry on a conversation but I can't just walk up to people and start talking about anything under the sun (like at parties, etc...)
-more than happy to stay at home and be with each other. I'm not a partier, but I don't want to say I'm a "homebody" either. That isn't to say I don't like to go out or find fun stuff to do, I simply am happy to stay home. I'm sure that makes me sound quite boring. I'm not apologizing for it
-intelligent. She knows what's going on in the world, likes to read, it doesn't matter, just anything that shows me she isn't like, just another dimly lit bulb. Like, I soooo hate that
-a fantastic sense of humor. Ideally, sharp and witty bordering on (or right smack in the middle of) being sarcastic. I love that. Think Tina Fey from "SNL," she's the one and only celebrity that really gets to me. You can keep your Britney Spears and your Julia Roberts, it's all about Tina
-cute without being stunningly supermodelish. (Is that even a word? It is now.) You can't really list looks because everyone is cute for different reasons. Although I do like the "smart" look, glasses can be quite sexy on a good looking girl.

(Now, getting into the stupid stuff...)

-able to handle me watching the occasional hockey game or even like it herself (doubt it.) I don't watch much during the regular season but come Stanley Cup time, I'm totally into it. Hopefully, if she does like hockey, she likes ANY other team than Detroit. I live probably a good hour away from Detroit and I hate the Wings with a passion. With...a...passion...
-the ability to hide contempt () for my interests, such as "Star Wars" stuff, "Lord of the Rings" style movies and sci-fi flicks, cartoons, superheroes, and videogames. Damn that sounds dorky. I'm not that bad. Really...
-fun knowing that for every dumbass movie like "Big Trouble in Little China" that I would have her watch with me I would watch one of the many "chick flicks" I haven't seen like "Dirty Dancing" or "Sleepless in Seattle" without complaint.

There's more but I'm too lazy to keep typing, and besides, I'm missing Conan on Comedy Central.

Like I said, I hate to make lists like this. But if that statement I mentioned at the start of this pathetic entry is true, then that girl may very well be out there for me somewhere. It's a hell of a thought

(P.S. If anyone here knows this woman, tell her Jeff in Ohio is looking for her.)

 

[jasinine]

That's it...

I just looked at what I typed out the last couple of days. Sheesh. That's it, I'm done with the "personal" entries for a while. I didn't start this thing for reasons like venting about my love life anyway.

Besides, I think I'm much better at writing my random thoughts into a coherent piece of writing than I am things that really matter to me.

Enough, I say... so here's an idiotic musing:

I believe Disney intentionally puts subliminal sexual messages in their movies, like the dust cloud that spells out S-E-X in the "Lion King." Why? Because there's a huge Woody in Toy Story and they don't even try to hide it.

 

[jasinine]

It was a chili day today...

*Let it be known that I apologize for this story waaay in advance.*

I really don't care to spend four or five dollars on lunch everyday of the week so instead I bring my lunch to work. Usually I bring some kind of cheap frozen food thing or a sandwich. Well, I forgot my lunch today.

Since I needed to go to the bank at lunch anyway, I stopped at Burger King on the way back. I got an order of onion rings (with that good sauce, mmmm!) and one of their little cup things of chili (without the spicy chili sauce, the bastards, they forgot!) The chili was good, not great, I would have liked some cheese on top of my chili, but what do you expect from the home of the Whopper's value menu?

That sounds all fine and dandy and it would be but, my stomach can't tolerate fast food. I've had stomach problems in the past (no more gall bladder for me) and it simply cannot handle the fast food grease. I like it, it's good, it just doesn't agree with me. I try to avoid it usually.

Soooo, knowing the issue with my stomach and considering I did just eat a cup of chili, it left me a little... how can I say it... dangerous. Not explosively dangerous mind you. Just nobody light a match. My god, I can't believe I'm writing about this.

Anyway, later in the afternoon, I'm putting together a color proof out in our shop area. The boss, for whatever reason, has to be there watching me. I don't know about anyone else but, I CAN'T STAND IT when someone just stands there and watches me do something. You want to talk to me? Fine, talk, but don't stand there staring at me. It throws me off or something. I hate it.

It takes probably twenty minutes to do this part of my job correctly because it's a multi-step process. As time passes I'm growing increasingly put off by this guy watching me. And, I'll still have one left to do when I finish the current one.

Step one, complete. He's watching.

Step two, finished. He's still there.

Step three, done. STILL there... watching.

And I start to think...

"Watching what?"

"What did I do?"

"What didn't I do?"

"Is he staring at my ass?"

"No, no. He couldn't be."

"Or is he?"

"I'm going to quit if he is."

"Then I'll have to find another job."

"The job market sucks."

"How will I ever find a job as good as this one now?"

"SON OF A BITCH! STOP WATCHING ME!"

"What can I do to get him to leave?"

And then a thought occurs to me. What if I were to, you know, let one fly? With the way my stomach felt and taking into consideration what I ate to stoke the 'ol fires, I guessed I could just about do it on command. But should I? Most likely it would work and he'd leave. But would it be worth it? There would be no disguising it or passing it off as someone else's unless by the odd chance he crapped his pants earlier in the day. And I know that's not the case because I saw that he shit all over the toilet bowl again. (Remember? I talked about this earlier.) Also, what if turns out that he likes it? Gross, right? I'm not the kind of person to do something like this am I? Especially not on purpose!

How would this guy look at me from now on? Like nothing happened or would it just totally foul him out? I could put the thought of my chili fueled aromas into this guy's head forever or just finish the damn thing under his supervision and be done with it. What to do, what to do?

Oh, the pondering of life's important questions...

(Insert the "Jeopardy" theme song here)

Yeah... I'm gonna do it. I'll take "rhymes with art" for $500 Alex.

I'm just waiting for the right moment now. If I'm going to float one, it had better be perfect. And then... as he's opening up the bottom drawer to my left, I'm thinking...

"Oh, dude! Is he really getting something out from there?"

"He is!"

"He's getting a piece of poster stock."

"His head's dangerously within range."

"Is he staring at my ass again?"

"Nevermind."

"Alright, here goes nothing..."

And then, let down of all let downs, the phone rings. Turns out it's for him and he leaves never to come back. I'm disappointed yet relieved at the same time.

Thank Goodness I guess. I really didn't want to stoop to that kind of level. I have a little more class than that. Then again, maybe I really don't, because I was mere fractions of a second away from airing one out right near his head. No matter, the point is I didn't. Sure I may have thought of it and may have even almost done it. But I didn't.

Back to business as usual. :angel:

 

[jasinine]

Ch, ch, ch, changes?...

"Like, oh...my...GAWD." *Cease the channeling of an 80's valley girl.*

Remember the other day when I was basically attacking the idea of horoscopes? When I said in so many words that the stars were full of shit? Well, I take it all back.

I've won the lottery, I'm now a millionaire.

Oh alright, no I didn't. But their prediction of "good fortune in the next three weeks" seems to be true. My old supervisor just called me tonight and there is a job opening where he works now. Based on his recommendation, I'm a shoe-in for it.:up:

I would be doing the same job as I do now (sweet!), I'd get paid more than I do now, it's closer to home, and this guy would be my supervisor again and we get along great. Downsides? It's kinda in a "ghetto" area, the health benefits may not be as good as the ones I have now, and I'm really nervous about changing jobs in this economy.

So even though I should be excited as all get out, I'm unsure. I've been wishing, thinking, wanting, you name it, for something in my life to change and now that it could I'm doubting it? What's my problem?

WHAT'S MY PROBLEM!?

Stay tuned...

 

[jasinine]

I'm so excited...and I have to hide it...

I missed "Scrubs" last night damn it! Oh well, it was probably a repeat anyway. It doesn't matter, it's my second favorite show in prime time television repeat or not.

That doesn't get me down though because I'm all excited over this job prospect. All I have to do is drop off my resume on Monday and I'll almost certainly get an interview. The only thing is, I haven't updated my resume for three years now. I know so much more than I did starting out that it'll take me a while to craft a kick-ass resume. I'd start now but I can't do it covertly here at work.

Lousy, stinkin' job...

 

[jasinine]

Huh?

You know what job I'm glad I don't have?

Package Handler.

 

[jasinine]

Monday Stuff...

I had a great weekend, seems like I kept busier than usual.

Friday, got home and went right to work on my resume. It kicks butt now. I'm quite pleased with it. Either I'm extremely good with words or I'm extremely employable, I'm not sure which but I'm so psyched about dropping this thing off after work tonight. I just want to be the best electronic file technician (or whatever the hell the "official" term for what I do is) that I can be, is that so wroooong?

Saturday, just random junk that had to get done...post office, bank, watched a movie that night. Now I don't know why but I watched "Kate & Leopold." Shitty! Did not like it, it was a little boring. I don't hate romantic comedies either. So don't think I'm just trashing it. Afterall, "Serendipity" was enjoyable (watched that Friday.)

Sunday my sister-in-law brought my little nephew over. He's so adorable. He's just a little over five months old now. He's almost crawling but he just doesn't quite have it figured out yet. So dinner with the family and then my friend called me up and I went over to his dad's garage and helped them with his race car. When I say help I mean I lent an extra hand or just gave moral support. I don't know shit about top fuel dragsters.

So, all in all, a good weekend. Wish me luck (of the Irish?) with the job thang, I can't wait!

 

[jasinine]

Yep...

Well, yesterday went well. Just as I thought, it was more than dropping off my resume. I got a guided tour of the place and met the other employees. No interview but, I expect that call this week sometime. Pretty cool place too.:up:

So, um, help me figure this one out. I saw yesterday on the news a rather sizable group of people were protesting the impending war. Big deal, right, happens alot lately. Sure, but do they usually protest outside of shopping centers? At one point they sat down in the entranceway blocking cars from entering it. Most of them went to jail, what does that accomplish?

Their intended "target?" The Army recruiting office there. Now, if I wanted to go to the Subway next to it and visit Jared on my lunch break but couldn't because these pro-peace jokers were blocking my way, I'd be mad. I'd be super fuckin' pissed as a matter of fact. You wouldn't be proving your point to me (unless your point is to make me understand how stupid you are.) You'd actually be pissing my lunchtime away.:tsk:

Also, what makes them think protesting and barring entrance to an Army recruiting office is the way to go anyway? Do you mean to tell me they expect to exercise their God given right as Americans to freedom of speech but at the same time disrupt the man or woman who intends to sign up and actually protect that very right for them. That really ticks me off.

All I'd like to say to them is go downtown or something, just get the hell out of the way so people can get their fucking bagels, okay?

 

[jasinine]

News...

I got that call for my interview last night...

I went after work today. I think it went well, who knows. I've been on more interviews than I can even remember and I swear, I'm a complete dolt when it comes to judging their quality. Awesome side effect of getting so many interviews, I'm not nervous in them anymore. I get more nervous thinking about them than when I'm actually in them. So that's cool. Wait and see I guess.

Nothing else new, except of course the war started last night. All I'm gonna say is that I'm 100% behind our troops. In fact, I'm so far behind them that I wind up in front of them again! Hey, get me out of here!

Seriously though, I'd really just like to thank each and every man and woman who is involved in the military for their bravery no matter where in the world they may find themselves now. God bless them all, and if I drank, I'd drink to them for making the world safe for me to live my lazy, semi-carefree American life.

No more war talk for me, I have to figure out when Pete Yorn's new cd comes out. I thought I heard it was this week but when I went to Target yesterday to do some music shopping it wasn't there. I did get the new American Hi-Fi cd though, and it's good. Nothing spectacular, but fun music anyway. I picked up the remastered version of one of the best rock albums ever, AC/DC Highway to Hell. Two cd's for $20 bucks + tax? Awesome.

 

[jasinine]

Action Craptacular...

So... that Pete Yorn cd doesn't come out until next month. Either I heard wrong or I completely made up that March release date. I'm betting on the latter. I do that sometimes.

Anyway, it seems like I always watch a movie or two (or three) on the weekend. War or no war, I'm not changing what I enjoy doing on my days off just to catch the latest developments. Today I watched "Predator." Remember that one? Ah-nuld and his commando buddies against an alien "hunter" from outer space? If not, it's not as ridiculous as it sounds...really. Talk about "shock and awe" though "Predator" leaves me with a few unanswered questions.

*If you don't want to know plot points from this flick, quit reading. Personally, I hate to read about stuff I haven't seen so I like to give a fair warning when I talk about movies. Now you know.*

-Why is it when the alien shoots everbody else with his shoulder mounted laser contraption they either explode, lose a limb, or die in a disgustingly red mist of blood vapor but when Arnold gets hit, it only leaves a red mark? Did the alien just kinda-sorta miss? Wouldn't you think advanced alien weaponry that is SOOOO painstakingly setup in the first hour of the flick would make short work of a guy standing still such as Arnold was when he was shot? Apparently not...

-Why did "Apollo Creed" have to die in this movie too? The predator disarms his character in this one and if by disarm you think I mean taking away his weapon you'd be wrong. Just once I'd like to see Carl Weathers make it through to the end of a movie without getting killed. You can forget that statement if it means I have to watch "Action Jackson" again though. Good God that is one bad movie...

-How can Jesse "The Body" Ventura's character carry a gun that's usually reserved for MOUNTING ON HELICOPTERS(!) around as his primary weapon? Am I to believe he is simply stronger than everyone else on the planet? If so, then why is this Arnold's movie and not his starring role? Wouldn't the Predator, who is supposed to be the ultimate hunter in the galaxy, rather go after Ventura instead of Arnold if this were the case? I think he would...

Those three questions are just the tip of the iceberg, I'm not going to trash it too much because I actually still like the movie. How would "Predator" go if I was in it? Probably straight to video... but besides that, I would most likely die early on. Only muscle-heads like Arnie are built to survive an alien's laser onslaught plus a fistfight to the death and still be able to "Get to tha Chopp-ah!" at the end.

They did make a sequel (of course) creatively named "Predator 2." It's mostly stupid, but it has its moments. Danny "I'm too old for this shit" Glover plays an L.A. cop battling Columbian drug lords, a Jamaican voodoo posse (seriously, even I couldn't make this up), and the titled Predator too. (Get it ?) In addition to all of that, his character also butts heads with a pesky government agent (is there any other kind?) played by Gary "I just wrecked my motorcycle and almost died...again" Busey. GARY BUSEY??!!! Whatever. It's also notable for another fine acting job from Bill Paxton. He's cool.

"Game over, man!"

 

[jasinine]

More movie stuff...

How did everyone do picking the Oscar winners? I uh, guessed correctly on each and every category, yeah. Didn't miss one. Even the foreign film shiznit I will never ,ever see. I typed up my list of winners Saturday but before I could post them...my computer crashed...yeah, that's the ticket. Doubt my story all you want, ask Morgan Fairchild...who I'm married to...yeah that's the ticket.

Actually, the only award I even gave a crap about this year was visual effects. I was so happy to see the wizards at WETA Workshop and "Lord of the Rings" beat Industrial Light and Magic and "Star Wars." Gollum and company were so much more convincing than the special defects in "Star Wars." Apparently Yoda can't kick everyone's ass like they claim.

The latest "Star Wars" flicks, even in light of all my geeky fandom, are just glorified cartoons anymore. Sure, they have Sam Jackson, but even his presence is underwhelming.

"Jaws" was on AMC last night during the awards too. Here's Quint's speech as played by Robert Shaw. Enjoy

"Y'all know me. Know how I earn a livin'. I'll catch this bird for you, but it ain't gonna be easy. Bad fish! Not like going down to the pond and chasing bluegills and tommycocks. This shark, swallow you whole. No shakin', no tenderizin', down you go. And we gotta do it quick, that'll bring back your tourists, put all your businesses on a payin' basis. But it's not gonna be pleasant! I value my neck a lot more than three thousand bucks, chief. I'll find him for three, but I'll catch him, and kill him, for ten. But you've gotta make up your minds. If you want to stay alive, then ante up. If you want to play it cheap, be on welfare the whole winter. I don't want no volunteers, I don't want no mates, there's too many captains on this island. Ten thousand dollars for me by myself. For that you get the head, the tail, the whole damn thing."

 

[jasinine]

Yay for me!

I now have a new job! Well, sort of. I actually have the same job, but at a different place. Which I guess still qualifies as a "new" job doesn't it?

So...I have a new job!

I will be giving my two weeks notice tomorrow. I can't wait to see my boss' reaction. I kinda hope he gets mad and tells me to just leave then, but I don't think that will happen. He'd never be cool enough to do that.

So if he asks me why, of course I'm going to go the "time to move on" route and that'll be the end of it. But if I didn't care at all about burning bridges, I'd probably say a little something like this:

"Because you lack people skills, you doubt your own employees answers to both yours and customer's questions, your lack of communication with employees leads to costly errors that could (and should be) avoided, you blow shit all over the toilet and are such a huge, disgusting slob for not cleaning it up, the employees DO NOT like to catch blame for your mistakes (not that you would ever admit to making them...ass), employees are not paid according to their skills or responsibilities, you fabricate stories to cover your mistakes, and lastly, I have zero respect for you whatsoever."

That would just about do it.

But I don't care anyway at this point, did I mention that I have a new job?!

 

[jasinine]

The unexplained...

Only eight more days of an awkward work environment left now. You'd think I came into work wearing an " I love Saddam" t-shirt or something. I mean, I know I'm leaving but what would make people I've worked with for the past three years cease talking to me? Shit, man. What gives? I guess I don't really care since I'll most likely never seen these people again but it pisses me off when this kind of bullshit is pulled with no apparent reason.

In the words of George Carlin:

"Fuck them. Fuck them in the ass with big, black rubber dick."

I've been a little lazy here, I always intended to write something each day. To be honest, it was easier when I was in the depressed, shitty mood I had a month ago. Happily though, that seems to be gone. Also, since I started drinking so much water and I gave up junkfood for lent (yes, I'm Catholic - no, I was never molested) I've dropped six pounds.

So looking back, I've done some stuff since I started writing this journal. The checklist is as follows:

-One new job
-Six pounds lost
-Whatever the hell depressed state I was in...gone
-Credit Card debt paid of
-numerous movies watched (or re-watched)

Obviously, some things on that list are a little more important than others, but accomplishments one and all. What will happen next? There's a few things I'd like to see happen. Buy a house? Find a girlfriend? Who knows?

I think that's part of the fun of life. :up:

 

[jasinine]

Morning Drive Buddies?

Okay, it's probably just me, but have you ever noticed that you see the same people on the drive in to work every morning? It's as though you're on the same exact schedule. You pass each other going to wherever it is you each work, or maybe they're going home? Who knows?

These people almost get to be your "morning drive buddies." Like I said, it's probably just me. I've got a few of these buddies though. "The Cavalier Chick," "Nascar Guy," and my personal favorite "The Pirate Guy" are the more notable ones for me.

The Cavalier Chick is a pretty girl, probably my age, and she drives a red cavalier. Hence the name, Cavalier Chick. That's as interesting as she gets, sorry.

The Nascar Guy has a little more of a story to him. He's one of those Dale Earnhardt fans. How do I know? Because he's got a HUGE number three plastered to the back of his enormous four wheel drive truck. Oh, and he's got a little number eight for Dale Jr. (That's probably there just by default though.)
I would tend to think a huge-ass truck such as his would just breeze right over the railroad tracks...and I'd be wrong. The tracks I'm talking about were just repaired a year ago, they're fine, not uneven at all. Apparently this guy's "Bad Boyz, Bad Toyz" truck can't handle them because he has to slow waaaaay the hell down to go over them. If you can't tell, it really ticks me off.

And finally, let me tell you about the Pirate Guy, or Scully, if you will. He's an old guy (I don't know if we should hold that against him) and he's got this big black eye patch over his left eye. I just don't think that's safe. He's must have zero peripheral vision. I mean, how often do you use your left eye when driving? Exactly.

Besides the safety issues, I always have to make a funny face and say "Aaarrrggghh" when I see him. If you can imagine what the Sea Captain on the Simpsons sounds like, that's what I'm going for. I get a kick out of it, and if it puts a smile on my face that early in the morning then the guy is perfectly groovy enough to keep driving in my opinion as long as he's got his one good eye fixed firmly on the road.

I can't help but wonder though, who am I to these people? I'm sure the Cavalier Chick wants me. (Insert the sound they play on "The Feud" for a wrong answer here.) The Nascar Guy probably thinks my black Monte Carlo is awesome (pronounced ow-some in southern speak) and just like Dale's. *Tear.* (I don't get into Nascar.)

And as for Scully, he probably thinks I'm retarded. That is, if he can see me.

"AAARRRGGGHHH! 'Tis true."

 

[jasinine]

Hmmmm....

I wonder what the thoughts are of the people who read this journal.

I'm sure it makes no sense at all. There certainly isn't any kind of theme throughout. When I started it, it was meant to be solely for myself. Sure, I knew others would read it, but I still thought it would be relatively "normal" stuff. Now it seems like I write stuff just to try to be entertaining. Am I succeeding? How the hell would I know. At least I do know that I'm entertaining myself. In a way, I guess that's what really counts. Someone must be coming back each time though, because I can't believe my journal has as many views as it does. Which in relation to other journals isn't even that many. Wacky.

Now, since I can't seem to escape all the war coverage, I have to comment on the Saddoppleganger theory the U.S. has about the Iraqi leader's lookalike brigade. I do believe that video was taken yesterday with him walking around town. Was it "him" for sure? Noone knows. Personally, I don't think so. Why would he venture out of his bunker to say hello to the people he otherwise brutalizes at a time when U.S. Special Ops teams could be anywhere in the city?

Granted, the people were excited to see him. Do I think that they think that we think (wait, no..yeah that's right) that it's Saddam? No.

I liken it to the time I was about three years old. My mom took my brother and I to see Spiderman and The Incredible Hulk at JCPenney. Did we think it was actually Spidey and the Hulk we were meeting? NO! But we were excited as all hell to be there. They looked cool and the guy dressed as Spiderman had a decent costume and all the moves down. You know, the web shooter pose with his hands and the classic Spidey crouching pose? The Hulk's costume was an utter piece of shit though. At least he was green, that's all I'm going to say about it. Oh, and the guy's mask would have been sweet if it didn't make the Hulk look like he was in perpetual pain caused by some sort of wicked bad constipation. But anyway...

My point is this: Spiderman wasn't real, the Hulk wasn't real, and neither was Saddam yesterday in the streets of Baghdad.

And that's my opinion on that.

 

[jasinine]

Nuthin' but net...

Well, it took all season, but my Blackhawks finally did something right. It took them until the last game of the season, but to me it was worth the wait. You see, they beat the Detroit Red Wings in overtime today.

So what, right? Well, I'm pretty sure I've mentioned it already but, I HATE THE RED WINGS! Chicago played the spoiler today by beating them. In overtime, no less. Had the Wings won, I'm pretty sure they would have won the NHL's Western Conference Championship and received home ice advantage throughout the playoffs. That now goes to the Dallas Stars. So no playoffs for Chicago and no home ice for Detroit. Fair trade I guess. Since the Craphawks wouldn't have went anywhere in the playoffs even if they could have miraculously squeaked in, this is almost as good.

Sometimes for me, it's the little things in life.

Oh, and from now on... Go Leafs Go!

 

[jasinine]

And now a PSA (Poorly Structured Advice)

There was absolutely nothing to do at work today (three more days!) so I started thinking about something I've been intrigued by for some time now.

The results of that "brainstorming" session are as follows:

You know that car commercial for Mitsubishi with the chick in the passenger seat who's unable to sit still? The one that keeps doing all kinds of funny shit with her hands and arms? Well, I'm willing to bet that I'm not the first person to ever want to make fun of it. And that's exactly why I'm not going to. Nope, not at all.

You see, I don't think it's a laughing matter.

Epilepsy affects thousands of people in this country of all walks of life and all ages. Oh sure, it isn't at the top of the charity list like leukemia or whatever Jerry's Kids have, but that doesn't mean it shouldn't be taken seriously. I applaud Toyota for boldly putting such an affliction in a promotional spot for one of their automobiles and directly in the spotlight. Bravo.

Yes, yes, I know you and people clearly not as well informed believe she's dancing. I can honestly see where that mistake could be made. But now that I call attention to it, I hope those same people will use this knowledge of her ailment to learn what they can about this unfortunate condition. The more you know... blah, blah, blah...

I'm not entirely sure why Nissan chose the dance music for the spot, maybe some heartless jerk thought it was funny when he synched them up to each other. I don't know. If that's the case, for shame. Again, it's no laughing matter.

In the commercial, it appears they're moving relatively fast, obviously on the way to the emergency room. The girl in question, I'll call her Slappy, is in the middle of an epilepsy induced seizure. I think the situation is under control but I will admit to being a little disturbed by both the driver's and backseat passenger's utter lack of concern for their friend/loved one though.

Then again, maybe Slappy's seizures are common occurences. I'm sure they've probably seen them enough to tell the severity and act accordingly. If it gets really bad they most likely have one of those wooden stick things for her to bite down on in the glove compartment of their Honda. Or maybe they could just pull over at a 7-11 and get her an orange juice.

Wait, orange juice would only help a diabetic, um... whatever.

The point is, while japanese animation is interesting and different and no matter how adorable the "Happy Fun, Action Go! Bears" are, they stop being cute when they send viewers speeding to the ER in their Mazda with epileptic fits.

I urge everyone to learn from Slappy, and do what they can to put an end to this disorder. A cure can be found. (Maybe not, I think it's neurological...) Write your congressman, send money, buy a Hyundai, stop watching japanese anime, or at the very least shun those with epilepsy so that the disease will just go away, and... whoa...hold on a second.

You know what? I think my message just got a little scrambled there. My real message is this:

Um, I uh... wait a minute...

*Insert "Jeopardy" theme here.*

I don't actually have a real message.

Nevermind.

 

[jasinine]

All the hockey people in the house...

say hey...ho...hey...ho!

Yeah, whatever.

So forget all this NCAACP basketball bullshit right now because the one and only true championship tournament starts tomorrow. That's right, the NHL playoffs!

For all the hockey fans out there: Don't you hate talking to people who know nothing about hockey but try to talk about it anyway? Around here we call them Red Wing fans but, I'm sure everyone's definition differs.

I had an encounter with a similar kind of person at lunch here at work today. This guy knows zero, and I mean zero, nadda, nothing, zilch about hockey other than the players are skating on ice. They do skate on ice, right? Yeah, but only professionally for the last hundred plus years.

Anyway, he asked me what the name of the trophy they play for is called. Do I seem like the person that would enjoy a good laugh at someone else's expense?

I am...I told him the Breeder's Cup.

He believed me until I could no longer contain my laughter.

What a maroon.

 

[jasinine]

Get back...

Since I'm into my last two days here at work, there isn't much for me to do. So, I'm just cruising around the 'net looking at random stuff.

I just ordered the "Beatles Anthology" dvd set, I should have it by the weekend. Or so I hope, I'm really looking forward to seeing this again. Apparently there's more to it than was shown on TV, wow, back in 1995. How time flies.

Current favorite Beatles tune: "If I fell"

 

[jasinine]

Damn this subject line today

I have one of the most laid back, happy-go-lucky attitudes you'll ever come across. I also think I have one of the most relaxed, stress free lives a twenty-six year old can have. I only have to worry about one person - me. I get up and go to work and after the clock hits 4:30 PM the rest of the day is strictly my own. Do I want to watch a movie or hockey that night? Do I want to hang out with friends or hermit myself away? Don't know. In any case, the decision is mine all mine. I don't have any assorted bills to worry about and no student loans to pay off either (scholarship, baby!) Sure, things bother me and when they do I can make myself sick worrying about them. I think that's why I always try to look on the bright side of things, because when I do get down and out over something it affects me entirely too much.

Unfortunately, I'm sure this won't last for much longer. I think I need to grow up a little. I'm feeling the need to complicate my life more and more with every passing day. I'm well on my way of meeting my money saving goals, all in the effort to buy a home this year. It's a scary thought for me, but a good one nonetheless. I'm sure the responsibility of that alone will force me to grow up pretty damn quick.

Even though my last relationship failed somewhat miserably (mostly because of me) I still miss all the good things that come along with being in one. I see what my brother has, the house in the 'burbs, the cutest little baby boy a person could ever imagine, and the girl he loves. How nice, I do believe I'd like to have that as well. Not yet, but soon. Remember, I still need to grow up...I doubt if I can even fathom the work the whole family thing entails.

Baby steps.

I guess the reason I mention all of this is because I've been feeling almost guilty about being so care-free. I know I really shouldn't, who should be guilty about being happy? Yet, I can't help feeling bad for other people and their personal problems or situations. Should I play the funny guy in the attempt to cheer people up or the concerned guy who would like to help but can't do a damn thing about anything anyway. I'm screwed either way, because I can only make someone laugh for such a short period of time in relation to things and then it's back to said person's problems when I'm gone. And if I'm the concerned guy, then great, but things are still beyond my control...and then I risk the chance of bringing myself down by worrying. And can I ever worry, let me tell you. I usually aim for a good combination of both but I just can't shake the feeling of guilt that comes along with living a lazy, care free life when other people I know have problems.

I suppose a friend is all they really need and I can supply that but, it just doesn't feel like enough sometimes.

The "worry part" of me is responsible for this depressing entry, blame him.

Just to attempt some sort of humor in here...

My favorite medicine name? Bayer Aspirin. Bare Ass-pirin? Get it? Ah forget it, I'm off today.