everybody get dangerous

Someone found this blog by googling "nerd persecution + examples." Should I be happy?

Sometimes I feel like blogging is a form of mental vanity masturbation. You've got all this stuff stored up and by god do you have to release it. But you don't just want to release it, you want people to read it. You wouldn't have a blog if you didn't want anyone to read it.

I had what can only be described as a fantastic weekend. Except for seeing the fourth installment of a certain movie series, everything was great. Sunday was one of the best Brooklyn days I've had in a super long time, complete with lots of walking, a nice lunch outside, annnnnnd my personal favorite, intelligent conversation. It doesn't get much better.

Except for playing WIFFLE BALL in Prospect Park yesterday evening. That was pretty great too. And having a nice dinner outside. With four gay men. Sadly the ball did not land on a group of girls that might want to play too.

Have I mentioned I bought NKOTB tickets? Because I did. I also have Petty and Brian Wilson, but I feel like the NKOTB is just going to be amazingly fun.

I am listening to the new Weezer album. How great is that video by the way!!

When this baby hits 88 miles an hour

You're gonna see some serious shit.

Some things are picking up, in a good way. One of the reasons I think I was sort-of spinning out of control was that I couldn't control anything, and things I could control (or thought I could) I was putting too much effort and emphasis on, making it even worse.

So now I'm on very, very slow cruise control. Trying to slow things down, from not being rushed when getting ready for work, to anything else that would just be easier and more relaxed if I cooled it.

You know, like that song.




I’m dappled and drowsy and ready to sleep

I accidentally touched my head

and noticed that I had been bleeding


I feel better. I figure if I put effort into the things I can control, I will come out of this alright. A lot of things I was angry about (and carrying the anger, not just letting it go) got sorted out, and I feel more than a bit better about the whole situation.
And I know I'm feeling better because I no longer feel like putting on old sad bastard music, but more music with hope.
Which is what I need right now. Hope. Bob Hope floats.






Please believe that things are good with me, and even when they're not, they will be soon enough. And I will believe the same about you.

I need to learn to finish posts

Started a few days ago, just finished now because I can't go anywhere in my apartment since the cleaning service is here.
Yea, I have a cleaning service. Actually today is the first day with them. As my Mother (I wonder if she has found my blog yet?) will tell you, I haaate cleaning. And it's pretty cheap to get someone in here for a few hours to do it much thoroughly than I ever could or would, so it is worth it.


I want to pause for a moment to talk about etiquette. This is for the ladies, but fellas, maybe you can offer some input as well.
Now I know I am a full-on advocate of the lemon law in dating (5 minutes in either one of you can enact the 'lemon law', get up and leave, and feelings aren't really hurt by a 'oh I'll call you'). Unfortunately, this is a craze that has yet to catch on, so we are still stuck with awkward first dates that can just drag on.
However, I think all first dates can be narrowed into three categories:
a. tons of chemistry, definitely seeing again
b. sort of awkward, got along alright, will see again to see how it goes
c. nothing in common, have a nice life.

This does not take into variables like one party going home with the other, because that can throw things all of whack. Observe:

I went on a 'first date' a few weeks ago. We had dinner, some nice conversation, and decided to go to a bar. We both had a bit too much, and before I knew it she was inviting herself back to my place by way of "So I don't have to work tomorrow." (it was a Thursday).
I am not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, so we were drunkenly on the sidewalk, hand out hailing a cab.
But then nothing happened. Readers of my blog (who are you anyway???), do you know who makes out and does nothing for two hours?
Middle schoolers. And me. Because even though she invited herself over, nothing was going to happen. Which is kind of like misleading the witness if you ask me. Or something to that effect.

Okay fine, I don't need to sleep with her on the first date. I'm okay with that. I go away for a few days and don't really see her. Come back for the weekend with plans everyday to hang with my friends. Saturday night I get a drunk text asking if she can come over.
Life lesson: Don't ever text someone drunk after the first date.
I explain I'm in a movie, I'll talk to her later. So I call, leave voicemail, go home, nothing happens.

Talk to her a couple days later, when I'm being evasive about the activities of my weekend (there was no hour-by-hour rundown), and she starts bringing up her ex-es. What an exciting topic!
Now, I'm not one to get jealous when someone brings up their ex-es, in fact, I think it is great when people are friends with them (just don't forget who's taking you home and in whose arms you're gonna be, so darling, save the last dance for me). But don't bring them up to try and make me jealous. If anything it just makes me annoyed you're even attempting such crap. I don't have time for rubbish and games, and that's what it is.
So that was warning sign number two.

Contrary to popular belief, if you can't keep up with me intellectually I have no interest in you. So maybe watching primaries as a second date was a bad idea, because whoever is at my side needs to thrust, parry, parry, as well as I do. Argue with me and give me good reasons for why I'm wrong (that's hot), or agree with me but have your own reasons why I'm right. Don't be a bobble head.

So because I did not take selection 'c' after date one, I was stuck with the awkward phase out. Which I'm not really a fan of, but I just can't bring myself to say "I'm just not that into you."




Also, I'm not just a blogger, I'm a regular fortune teller. I've been meaning to bring this up, but kept forgetting to. Remember on February 10 when I said Netflix was going to be the winner? Well if you had bought the stock the next day at $26.89/share, you could have sold it a month later for $40/share.
Yeah yea, It's hovering around $31 now (still a 20% increase), but if you didn't sell at $40 you missed out...pigs get fat, hogs get slaughtered.

ill build an ark inside my body in a bottle and disappear

Sometimes I wish I was a turtle, and I could just hide away in my shell for the rest of 2008. Because this is a year for the record books.

the edge of a new frontier

I just woke up, and I feel great. At first I felt something funny around my neck, but then I remembered it is some weird necklace toy light-up starfish my friends bought for my last night to wear (we went out for my birthday! this tuesday!) and it was just fun fun fun. A friend made me a TOP SECRET DISGUISE KIT complete with fake glasses (no lenses!), stick-on mustaches, vaampire OR hillbilly teeth, a fake cigar (with fake smoke!) and all sorts of goodness.
Obviously I totally love it.

THEN I had a dream where I confronted a certain someone at a bar (they were bartending??) and even though it was just a dream, I feel cleansed of the entire events.


My Mom sent me an email yesterday saying "Have fun this weekend. Don't drink too much." For some reason that's just funny.

I took off work Monday and Tuesday. Monday better be nice to go to the beach and Tuesday Wii Fit comes out! I might finally find myself exercising!


How about those West Virginia results, eh? And the people's comments about why they didn't vote for Obama?
I think you should have at least a high school education to be allowed to vote. If you are a complete moron, you should not be allowed to have a say in government. Or, as I told my friend Marc last night, maybe each of their votes should only count 3/5?
I'm okay with either plan.

The irony is West Virginia was formed by seceding from Virginia because they didn't want to be part of the CONFEDERACY. And now they won't vote for a half-black man. Jeez. If Thomas Jefferson and Strom Thurmond can give birth to them, surely you can vote for them??

halves

I tend to not finish things. I am quite good at starting projects, but finishing has never been my forte. As soon as I see things not going for the outcome I want, and do not see a way to change it, I bail. While this has not been a huge problem in my life, I do acknowledge that it has prevented me from accomplishing all that I want to. And while i can acknowledge it, for some reason I have a great difficulty doing something about it.


On that note, I wrote this when I was flying out to Texas. I don't know how to finish it, add to it, or edit it. I was reading the paper while flying out there, and something got me all riled up, so I wrote it in my notebook (I always carry a 3"x2" notebook w/ me in a pocket) and typed it up the other day.

Just remember, I was really riled up at the time from the article and everything that was going on in Texas. I debated self-censoring, but decided against it because my passionate moments are few and far between these days, and this was one.



It took all of about four years for my age group to go from Generation Y to Generation Whine. "They all want corner offices." "They want mid-level pay." "They expect a company car." The list goes on. The insults keep coming, and not many have risen to defend us.
And can you blame them? Between the baby boomers and the "Greatest Generation," our elders can be quite intimidating. They were able to take the change they sought in the 60s and become the yuppie generation, preferring to buy pollutant-heavy vehicles like SUVs and Hummers instead of more environmentally-friendly modes of transport. Their free love became STDs, and they gradually created the drugs to cure and battle these diseases. Just hope you have health insurance to get them.
They did not outgrow all of their 60s ways, though. They voted for the man they'd rather have a beer with than the one who was instrumental in funding the Internet. They clamored around "compassionate conservatism," a term that includes water boarding, a war that eats up our tax dollars, and repeals of some our most basic civil liberties.
And now my generation is going to pay to clean up this mess. They are the step sisters off at the never-ending ball, and we're Cinderella holding the mop and bucket. Except we don't have a fairy Godmother to make everything better.
This country has a national debt of over nine trillion dollars, which comes out to about $25,000 per American. And believe me, it did not come about by my generation letting our best buds Visa and Mastercard pay for everything.
And with the baby boomers nearing retirement, guess who is going to be saddled with that debt?
Was it my generation, many still paying off college loans, who took it upon themselves to obtain mortgages their incomes couldn't keep up with? Were we the ones who said, "Well, I can handle three years at 4%, and sure I can handle double that for the 27 years after!"
And $3 trillion later, many of them are thinking of sticking by a man who can't tell Sunni from Shiite, yet wants to continue paying for a war we can't afford. I know we were promised cheaper oil when we invaded Iraq, yet clearly the opposite is true. I don't think anyone reading this will be alive in 100 years, but if some have their way, we will be fighting for cheaper oil in Iraq.
John McCain needs to learn he McCan't.
Americans say they want change? My generation doesn't want change. We demand it. They are the ones who dubbed us Generation Y. I prefer to see us as Generation Why Not.
We spend our spring breaks in New Orleans and other impovershed areas, volunteering for organizations like Habitat for Humanity. We serve in the Peace Corps. We buy Priuses, and not just because Rory Gilmore had one. We volunteer our time, and donate 2 hours of our $10/hour job to a candidate who has finally managed to tap into our political indifference and ignite it into a country-wide flame. We know the resources you over-used will not last forever.



and that's where it ended because I didn't know where to take it at the time.