ow did we as a culture become so lazy about and/or ignorant of our basic vehicle maintenance that there is not only a market for pre-diluted anti-freeze, but it's completely supplanting the stocking of pure concentrate on store shelves everywhere? Let's think about this. You're getting half as much coolant for, at best, one third less the cost. In a lot of places, they're the same price! On top of that it's more plastic jugs in the world to go into landfills because last time I checked, convenience stores, garages and truckstops don't offer recycling bins. Is it really that much trouble to add your own water? Is the concept of 50/50 too much for some people? I just don't get it. Granted, this is a culture where we buy the world's most plentiful natural resource and consume it as a product which is "naive" spelled backwards (thank you Dennis Miller) but seriosuly, what's next? Pre-filled disposable baths shipped to our doors so we don't have to scrub tub rings? Bah.
19th-Aug-2007 07:36 pm - i'm a midnight teaser, real soul pleaser
only have to make it through one more week with Tom. He plans on taking his PTO when I head home this coming weekend. He's beginning to get on my nerves. He's 32 and has a 19 year old fiance. No big deal right? Hello pot, this is the kettle and you're looking mighty black today. But it's the 19 year old younger sister of his ex-wife. Every day he fights with her on the phone, asking her where she's been, what she's been doing, accusing her of lying, sure that she's cheating on him. Heh. Um, dude your fiance is so morally bankrupt that she'd have a relationship with her sister's husband. What're you expecting here?
Oh yeah, and he has a Nextel phone. This means lots of walkie-talkie conversations. Last night, while stuck in Brownsville, TX for the night we went to a reasonably nice Mexican seafood restaurant. In the middle of dinner, she two-ways him and for nearly five minutes carries on a conversation with her with the volume at full blast. Now granted, I'm not the most refined person on the planet, but I do have manners. He didn't excuse himself, ask her to call instead, or anything. He just sat there having this conversation with her and that annoying chirp going off every 15-20 seconds and her voice broadcasting through out the restaurant.
As if all of this wasn't enough, he talks just like Sam in I Am Sam. Both in tone and cadence. It's maddening.
We're now in Laredo waiting on a new load. My guess is we're here for the night. While getting a much needed shower, the truckstop PA was pumping out classic soul and put me in a mood. After returning to the truck I grabbed the headphones and loaded the laptop up with some Wilson Picket, Otis Redding, and Ray Charles. Tom was back from his shower, two-waying back and forth with his girl, so blasting "I'm a Midnight Mover" was a nice escape. was watching a really bad slasher/zombie movie the other night called Severed. Seriously, if you're already getting an R rating for the gore and violence anyway and you DON'T have gratuitous nudity; just don't make the damn movie, okay? I mean really, there was even a romantic sub-plot and sex scene that cut to the next morning with NOTHING. Whiskey Tango Foxtrot!?!?! The female character was a tree-hugging activist, so naturally when she was offered a ham sandwich she announced she was vegan. I chuckled a bit at the awful stereotyping and then later got to thinking about how much vegans irk me.
Now, don't get me wrong. I don't care what anyone chooses to do with their life. It's your body and if it makes you happy, knock yourself out. There are lots of people who just don't like red meat and choose predominantly vegetarian diets for themselves or do so for genuine, specific health conditions under the care of a physician. What irks me about a lot of vegans though, is the militant self-righteousness, blatant propoganda, lies, departure from reality, and lack of logic used in justifying what is nothing more than the fashionable lifestyle choice of a pretentious, self-important twit. Not only is the belief that a vegan diet is better for you than a balanced diet which includes meat patently wrong, it can be dangerous if you just swallow most of the vegan propoganda for the sake of being trendy.
There's a reason why emo kids are all pasty, underweight, and sickly looking. Grow-up and have a pork chop, son.
'm glad my Minneapolis LJ friends are safe and secure after the bridge collapse there yesterday. After learning about it online, I was surprised at how slow it was to become a national news story. Unchararcteristically for me, I was sitting in front of a telelvision. It was well over three hours before I saw/heard any mention of it on broadcast television.
With the lag time it can take for Google spiders to catalogue new media on the internets and the sluggishness of the national media, a central repository like YouTube proves to be an invaluable source for quick access to media as local netizens rushed to be get their photo montages and home video online. Some merely recorded local television coverage.
Is it just me thinking that videos like this tribute are just incredibly tacky and insulting, though? The song they used is "Who Can Say Where the Road Goes" by Enya. Wtf? Why didn't they just use "Highway To Hell" or that old chestnut "Take Me To the River" (drop me in the water!)... oooh, ooh, I know, "Under The Bridge." I went so far as to leave my opinion in a comment to the user. And yes, I do realize the poster of the content was only 13, all the more reason to point it out I think.
20th-Jun-2007 11:16 pm - i honestly have no idea what i'm doing: the stock market
ast year when I quit working as a company driver and went into business for myself, I cashed out my 401k rather than roll it into an IRA or other retirement solution. At the time, the cash-on-hand was more important to me as a financial fallback while I got my feet wet as an owner/operator and to finance the odds and ends necessary to setup house in Frankfort when welfy moved from Pennsylvania.
I decided though that I would take $1,000 and invest it in a speculative manner, on something risky but with potential. Someone on my friends list at the time made me aware of the Netflix competitor GamesNFlix (ticker: GZFX). Interestingly, the company was based in Franklin, Kentucky. I took a look at their SEC filings and it looked like they ran a fairly tight ship. The odds of any company wrangling Netflix's domination of the online rental sector are slim, but I figured what the hell. The stock price was $.007 at the time, so I was able to grab 120,000 shares for $800. In the past year, the stock has tanked rather spectacularly. It's currently worth $.0004/share. In other words, my $800 investment is currently worth $48. While the company has managed to consistently increase subscribers and revenue, they've yet to make a profit.
A company called SuperVision Entertainment (ticker: SVET) began sending letters to the Board of Directors of GamezNFlix in April and May of this year with interest in purchasing the company. SuperVision wants to acquire GZFX as a wholly-owned subsidiary for the purpose of using it to launch a World Professional Gaming League with an international television show to promote it. The prospectus for their idea is promising; if they achieve their membership goals it has the potential of generating $150-200 million in annual revenue for GZFX.
What does this all mean? It might mean nothing. What I do know is that SVET is currently worth $0.45/share and has been as high as $2 in the past 52 weeks. If GZFX strengthened to at least that, my stocks would be worth $54,000. Going into full dream mode, if the professional gaming league was wildly successful and stock prices sky-rocketed to say, $10 per share, I'd be a millionaire.
I'm certainly no stock expert and this is all unproven, risky, and speculative stuff. But there seems to be a lot going on behind the scenes here that could pan out. If you have some assets/income you can speculate with, you can pick-up 100,000 shares of GZFX for $40 at it's current market value. I opened my eTrade account with the $1,000 I originally planned to invest. There's still $160 in cash sitting there. After the trading fee, I was able to place a purchase order for another 365,000 shares tonight. It wasn't money I was using for anything else anyway, it was just sitting there doing nothing.
25th-Jan-2007 06:21 pm - soopageek@livejournal v. 3.1101.2.34 build 1167 BETA
ately I've grown increasingly bored with my own journal. More to the point, I've grown bored with my own writing.
This point was driven home for me upon reading some older entries of mine from the past couple of years as a result of the survey which graced both this page and Welf's. I tried to confront this feeling with daily ritual in the arbitrary writing and photography of the past couple of months. They only served to make things feel even more contrived; a meaningless regimen of hollow words and shiny things for the sole purpose of filling a blank Semagic window. That's not to say that I haven't written things over this course of time that I haven't enjoyed or felt proud about. Personally, I rank the recent Pug Roast among my more inspired offerings. But amidst the detritus and minutiae of the past couple of months they seem so lonely and isolated.
Late last week, I began working on one of the maps like I posted at the end of December, with all the routes I ran and how many miles I covered. It occurred to me that, I wasn't doing it for me in any way whatsoever. Sure, it was neat the first time I did it, but I have those maps in my head... constantly. I was doing it for you. I was plugging in all these cities into a program, tweaking things so it would look nice, taking a screen shot and resizing the resulting image only because a few people thought it was neat and left me a comment.
Now, I mean no disrespect and I'm certainly not trying to discourage commenting when you see something that you like. That's why we're all here. I'd also be delusional if I said that it's not my intent to provide things which illicit a response. The problem for me is that, in that particular case, it's the ONLY reason I was doing it and it made me feel... pathetic? It made me feel like a hurdy gurdy man's chimp, tipping his hat for a coin.
I think part of it also is that, with concern to writing about the various aspects of my work-life, it all feels so DONE. Not counting my current acolyte, in which there is a somewhat unique and personal back-story, most of my tales of training are just a new face on an old format, mostly for the benefit of the occasional newcomer to the land of Soopageek. Sure there are high-spots that are genuinely worthy of mention, such as Genya re-connecting with his long-lost sister or documenting the hilarity of Jason.
I guess what I'm trying to say is that, I might be writing less. I might also be saying that what I write might be totally new and different from what I or you are accustomed to. I might experiment. Maybe a lot of it will suck. I'll certainly stick to things that I enjoy writing about, and not just because I need to keep everyone up to speed. And please don't leave comments of, "I never expected anything blah blah blah". That's not what this is about. I know that. It's all me, not you.
basic concept of Guyness* came-up in conversation with welfy over the holiday and we've returned to it a few times. I've tried explaining it to her and she "gets it" but I don't think that she fully believes it to be a rampant, widespread Guy phenomenon. I don't believe that every dude does this, but I would wager that a good majority do. So, I thought I would prove/disprove it with an informal, totally unscientific polling of my f-list.
It's a concept called "I'd do her"**. It's usually said that way, and often offered with a shrug.
The gist of the concept is that men will consciously categorize any woman into one of two categories based solely on physical attributes that they deem desirable. It is my contention that men do this on at-least a sub-conscious level immediately upon seeing any woman for the first time, but that's a lot harder to prove. It has nothing to do with personality. It has nothing to do with feelings. It has nothing to do with present circumstances. It's a blue-sky, fantasy-world of carnal desire that is hard-wired into the male psyche. It's the difference between specific attraction and general attraction. It means that, if given an ideal set of circumstances as it applies to the individual's inner ethics and morality, that they would "do her". Maybe it'd have to be in wedded bliss, maybe it could only be a hook-up because the thought of her personality is so distasteful. You can argue all you want about where it originates, nature or nurture, but the fact remains that it exists.
This may seem terribly obvious. Of course if everything was sky-blue fantasy: if I didn't think she was annoying, if I wasn't married, if I... you can go on forever. But my point is that Guys have cut through the chaste to the chase and developed a concept and phrase which captures all of that, and nothing more needs to be said. It's understood universally by all other guys.
"I'd do her".
To make it a little easier, here are come basic scenarios:
Scenario 1: Guy One mentions his attraction for HOT CELEBRITY. Guy Two makes a face and says he never thought she was that attractive. Guy One challenges Guy Two with "You wouldn't do her?" It now has nothing to do with specific attraction but general attraction. Chances are that HOT CELEBRITY isn't morbidly obese or severely disfigured, so the honest answer will almost always be yes. A variation on this scenario is that Guy Two doesn't "like" HOT CELEBRITY for whatever reason (undesirable public persona, dislike of her entertainment value, lack-of entertainment value, etc.) but when challenged would have to admit he would indeed do her. This is the way that most guys feel about your musical-pop-tart flavor-of-the-month-diva at the height of their hype. Another variation of this scenario has an era delimiter ("I'd do 60's-era Eartha Kitt").
Scenario 2: Two guys are having lunch at a food court in a mall. To fill the silence between them, they play a casual game of "I'd do her" directed at anonymous ladies passing-by. There are variations of this game, but it's the same basic concept.
Scenario 3: A guy's girlfriend has an attractive mother/sister/daughter. This stands to reason since the guy is attracted to his girlfriend, but not universal. Obviously the ages of mothers and daughters weighs heavily into this. Under the rule of "I'd do her", he'd have to admit to it. Ladies, don't ask your guys this question unless you truly understand this concept and can handle what you'll hear. This is assuming of course that he doesn't lie to you, which he probably will. o where's the question in this? I'm glad you asked. While I don't think it's universal, I'm sure it's very, very common. So guys, I want you to think of work (or school). It's a place there are likely females you see on a daily basis and have had lots of time to consider.
My question is, do you already have a mental inventory of who you would or would not do? As a side question: is there a hierarchy? In the blue-sky fantasy you could only "do" one, only once, and never any of the others, ever. Do you already know who it would be without thinking?
*This is not to to say that it is a purely Guy concept. I've known many females who do the same thing. **This is not intended to exclude those of homo/bi sexual persuasion and I presume it is also applicaple with the third-person pronoun of your choosing.
15th-Dec-2006 04:23 pm - I tried to follow but my battery was flat
don't ordinarily link a lot of internet things, but this one is too much fun not to mention. Much thanks to queen_phoenix for posting it in her journal. I have no idea if Boys on Wheels are genuine, but if it's some sort of hoax then it's a damn good one. I hope it's not a hoax, because this is pretty frick'n funny.
"Making Love In the Handicapped Toilet"
Gay*, Handicapped, Love Song.
This is great on so many levels. There are going to be some well-meaning people who find this offensive, but let's forgot about them for the moment. For one this, this is genuinely funny. From the hair-blowing wind machine to the mimed choreography of the group. The lyrics are hysterical, more so because they're able to actually get through this with a straight face. It's the mock-earnest delivery of the hilarious lyrics which makes it that much more funny. Man, this is one of the funniest things I've seen in a long time. As a curiosity, pay attention to the audience response. It's fascinating. At first they're not sure what to think, like, they're not sure if they should laugh at this. As the song progresses, they begin to understand that it IS meant to be funny and laughs begin to flow, first with hesitation then they just let it go. By the end, they're clapping along with the rhythm. I wouldn't be surprised if there weren't a few lighters in the air.
As for those who would take offense to this for the predictable reasons, I will counter with this: why should self-deprecating humor and self-exploitation be only the domain of the able-bodied, quick-witted, and rich? It's the smug righteousness of those who would decry the humor in this that further marginalizes the worth of people with handicaps and disabilities. They're grown men who have chosen to poke-fun at their lot in life, very obviously and very intentionally. It's no different than a black comedian remarking humorously on the nature of race relations in America. Or a heavy comedian about weight. Or a Jewish comedian about religion. Boys on Wheels don't want you to laugh at them, but to laugh with them, and I think this video achieves that brilliantly. *I don't know that this is actually a gay love song, it's a broad assumption based on a single line. The rolling hunk from Sweden may just enjoy hot anal action from his female baristas.
've always hated the "commercial" IM networks. I hate the business model that Yahoo and AOL use; the proprietary nature of their chat networks to further their brand and generate advertisement revenue. Actually, I hate just about anything which is proprietary. They refuse to make their networks "open" so that other clients can access them and users can communicate across multiple chat networks. They force their users to either get all of their friends on their proprietary network or run multiple chat clients, rather than allowing their users to choose their client because it's "the best" or they prefer it. I actually sorta like the MSN chat client and its lack of advertising but I hate Microsoft's tactics of tying it to programs like Outlook Express. I hate that you can't have one without the other. A couple of years ago, I messed around with Jabber clients, but found it to be too much of a bother. For those of you who are unfamiliar with it, Jabber is an open-source approach to instant messaging. Anyone can run a Jabber server and anyone can create clients which utilize it.
I'm starting to think that LiveJournal's new LJ Talk (based on Jabber), along with the rise of Google Talk (which is also based on open standards) is a sign that it's time for me to give it another go. The only way we'll ever rid ourselves of these proprietary networks is if we make it obvious to the perpetrators of it that, as consumers, we want open standards.
I know that my revelation is nothing new and that there are many of my friends who have valiantly resisted AIM/YIM over the years, and I applaud you. By the end of the week, I'm going to uninstall these two monstrosities, install a Jabber client and begin utilizing LJ Talk. I'm going to play around with Trillian as well as the integrated Gizmo/LJ Talk client and see which I prefer. Considering I'm a LiveJournal citizen, one which's integrated with my blogging community seems to make sense, but we'll see. Not that I've ever been a big chat person, in fact the only time I even open any of the chat clients now is for chatting with Welf, and I can always talk to her on the phone if for some reason she's uninterested in using an open-standard IM client instead-of/in-addition-to AIM. Furthermore, I'm going to check out Thunderbird, Mozilla's e-mail client. If I can migrate my archived Outlook e-mail to it and like it, Outlook/MSIM is gone, too. I'm just tired of the whole lot of them.
As much as anyone, I am appalled and heartbroken at the tragedy which has occured on the Gulf Coast. At the same time, the residents of the region were ordered to evacuate the area, with as much as two days notice. Many people chose to ignore the very grave, advance warnings which preceeded Katrina's landfall. It's estimated that over 1 million people did evacuate. Yes it's bad, but this could be a helluva lot worse. Some people will call me on the issue of those who couldn't evacuate. There will always be poor people and this will always been an issue in catastrophes, whether it's here or in a southeast Asian tsunami. Be thankful for what you have, give your loved ones a hug, and do what you can to help those unfortunate enough to have been caught in it. This, too, shall pass and life goes on.
Some people are using this as a platform to point out racial inequity. You're right, but it was there prior to Katrina and will be afterward. Sudden indignation at a time like this isn't helpful. Do your part every day under less extreme circumstances. I will also counter that you have to take into consideration where this occured. A great deal of the deep south has a "minority majority". The 2000 census reports that nearly 72% of New Orleans is non-white. Of course, you're going to see a disproportionate number of "minority" survivors on your TV screens, 7 out of 10 should be. Had this occured in Fargo, the survivor demographic would be entirely different.
As for the kooks who always crawl out of the woodwork at times like these and suggest that The End is Near or this is some sort of Divine Retribution, I won't even dignify that with a response.
I think what is meant by the old writer's addage "write what you know" is not so much that you have to have had a multitude of life experiences, but that you don't try and tell the stories of people you have no possibility of understanding. If I wrote about a New York City dweller or a South American caballero I would be exposed as a fraud very quickly. While my life-experiences may have been limited as a young writer, I could take what experiences I did have and formulate characters out of them. I was familiar with a variety of characters from which to draw in my every day life: blue-collar workers, teachers, potheads, preps, farmers, middle-class suburbans. I simply modeled characters on people I knew. There's always a story be told.
I'm sure everyone has their own approach to the creation of characters. I always chose to create a character "sketch"; a psychological profile of sorts. What made them tick? What were their beliefs, their motivations, their fears? What were their weaknesses and strengths? How did they speak? What was their choice of fashion? I wrote small backstories for each character so that -I- knew them.
Assuming you will ever come to some Buddha-knowledge about the inner-machinations of the human condition by virtue of life-experience will probably leave you ultimately feeling like a failure. Many people with similar backgrounds and underlying issues achieve very different outcomes due to circumstances, random events, environment, sheer will and pure luck. As a writer, you have the opportunity to CREATE the motivation (cause) and DICTATE the action (effect) at whatever levels of complexity you choose with your prose. As long as you're honest about the characters you choose to conjure, in situations you are qualified to create, then you'll be just fine.
Finally, I think writing is like a snapshot. It captures not only whatever the writer is trying to present, but it is also a snapshot of the author and their view of things at that particular moment in life. If an author chose to write the same story over and over, at five year intervals, it would likely always be different; not just in words on a page but in the general tone and viewpoint. None of them would be wrong, just different because of the time-in-life it was written. Artists reflect life and the angle at which the mirror is held varies as the author grows, but the reflection is always a valid one.
I find it inconceivable and illogical to not believe in the concept of a creator. Deists can split hairs over the nature of god and his identity all they want, but when I see the complexity of nature and all its wonder, I'm hard pressed to believe it is some sort of random fluke. This is not to say I'm some bible-thumper or that I believe even a fraction of the things purported and touted by orthodox religions. I consider myself a semi-agnostic Christian. I believe in a creator but I've yet to be convinced that there is one correct way and likely never will. I also doubt the creator takes any active-hand in the realm of his creation, if he's even paying attention or alive. I've always thought it was quite a terrible leap of faith to presume our creator immortal. I'm not even convinced of an after-life, but I'm kind-of hoping.
I think what does it for me most is human consciousness. Some people call it the spirit. George Lucas called it "The Force" ;-).
Whatever you call it, it seems to transcend the basic reality of the physical world. Some people have already claimed to have done so. Science has yet to explain it, much less duplicate it, but that's not to say they won't. The way I see it, science is nothing more than a belief system, which requires its own leaps of faith and its own denominations which adhere to their doctrines just as tightly and fervently in the face of contradicting information as a religious zealot, to the point that it can take generations for new beliefs to take-hold, only to be changed again by future generations. One era's scientific fact is a future era's apology to textbook and encyclopedia writers.
Atheists balk at this concept usually, the idea of science as a belief system because of the scientific method. Yet so much of science operates on theory and principle that it ceases to be concrete and deluding yourself that it is, isn't much worse than the creationist who insists the world was made in 6 days because a couple of ancient books say-so.
I think the important thing to remember is that science and religion attempt to explain two very different things and don't necessarily need to be at odds with each other. On the one hand, science makes an attempt to explain how things work. Religion, on the other hand, makes an attempt to explain the "Big Why": why are we here and for what purpose?.
Some people of science have little use for the notion of why and for what purpose and choose to discard the notions entirely. Since it cannot be explained by science it must not exist.
Some people of religion have little use for the notion of how things work and similarily discard the notion entirely. Since it cannot be divined from the texts of yore, it must be the work of God with which man would be wise not to tinker.