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Sunday, July 15, 2007

Oh, how the time passes

I like to go back and read this blog every once in awhile. It reminds me of the days before I turned 21. Since then, my life has consisted of a bunch of obstacles on the way to a weekend of getting obnoxiously drunk. I write on my myspace blog a decent amount, but I think I am going to switch back to here.

I guess the point is that it's funny to read me and my blartner's opinions and think about a time in my life where I began college with few friends and fewer hobbies. This blog filled that gap for both of us I am pretty sure. Since then, I have made a plethora of friends, figured out my major, sucked ass in college only to realize that I need to grind out my super-senior year to get going with life. Most of my philosophical problems now deal with my future. The words "my future" encompass a great deal, including what kind of person I want to be, what job I want to have, and what kind of female I would most enjoy having sex with, if not multiple females.

So my year-plus hiatus will end with the fact that not everything I say will be funny because who can be funny everyday if you're just not that funny? I don't know, ask my mom, she's not funny.


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Wednesday, October 11, 2006

Bored at Work, Too Cool to Do Work

I feel I must comment on some of the most frustrating and downright annoying habits of this pathetic species (I'm speaking as an intellectually superior alien):

First off, these "dead baby" jokes are just ridiculous. No really, more than they are intended to be. What people have lost grasp of is the reason these so-called jokes were funny in the first place. Dead babies in a particular situation wasn't the joke, but rather the insensitivity and casual reference to dead babies BEING IN a situation. Get it? Let me explain it more clearly.

Examples: What's funnier than a dead baby?
A dead baby in a clown costume!

How do you know when a baby is a dead baby?
The dog plays with it more.

What bounces up and down at 100mph?
A baby tied to the back of a truck.

What do these jokes have in common? EVERYTHING. Here is the structure:

Any question with "baby" as the noun.
Any sentence whatsoever that refers to the baby being dead.

My point? One joke is enough! You earthlings are so retarded I'm surprised you didn't die as a baby. Continuously making different questions and answers doesn't make the joke any more witty or funny. A "dead baby" joke is one single joke that is said a thousand different ways. It's not funny when you make up a new one. You're not clever. All you're doing is showing the world that while some homo sapiens (and other mammals, insects, plants, and the yet-to-be-discovered-by-man Glyphertinis Hypro, more commonly known as manbearpig) are producing thoughts and having blood flow through the brain, you are not and are therefore a waste of space.

At a distant second on my list of annoyances is despite your claims to have learned when you were four Earth-years breathing, you still can't read your own language. Countless times humans stare at a sign and ignore it as though it is beyond their comprehension. The most recent and ongoing example is that these people stand in a doorway literally 3 feet away from a sign that is large and at eye-level that reads (Line Starts At Chairs Behind You). They cannot look around it so they all see it when they stand at the door. Yet they continue to stand there instead of turning around and going to the chairs. Despite my knowledge of the 28 known universes, time travel, the 11 dimensions, and safety pins, I cannot form a theory regarding this habit. It is truly beyong me and it frustrates me so much. I shall continually urge Lord Mathlazar to unmake Earth's existence.


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Tuesday, September 19, 2006

Attention span essay

This is a mere horrible rough draft. It will probably become a 10 page essay in which all the flow problems (and glaring evidence problems) will be worked out.

Meals in 5 minutes, toys received upon request, and other sources of instant gratification are seriously destroying the perceptive senses of the latest generation. How can anyone learn a sense of time or work when everything is handed to them instantaneously with not only a lack of harvest, but a sense of entitlement? I have a younger brother of 7 and several young cousins that I spend time with several days of week. This and the fact that I am a mere half-generation above them gives me the credibility to put forth the theory that attention spans are ever-shortening and that it is leading to problems like the general lack of discipline, motivation, and maturity.
The first source of instant gratification starts when babies are born. The latest generation of parents, fearing the title of being a neglectful parent, feed their baby whenever it cries, attend to it whenever it cries, and do everything in their power to keep their baby from crying. I am sure that it was not this way in our hunter-gatherer days when the availability of food and time alone would have prevented this constant attentiveness. So I have to logically conclude that a baby’s brain starts to become trained at an early age that when it is in want, it needs to cry out and its needs will be instantly met. I believe that the child is also taught in this stage to become almost selfish, that their wants take precedent over their parents.
The second source then becomes when these babies grow in to toddlers uttering their first commands, which almost always is “no”. Parents today bend to their children like I can’t imagine they did before, most of the time compromising or downright obeying their own child. This just reinforces the child’s belief that their needs are above that of anyone else’s and their sense of entitlement slowly grows with every instance of weakness from their own parent. Meal time is no longer divided in to three like it used to be, but is divided in to whenever the child wants a “snack”. My cousins and brother have rice crispy treats whenever they want, or potato chips, or popcorn at almost any time of the day. When time comes to eat traditional meals, my young relatives don’t eat all of their meal and are excused from doing so without thinking twice. How could they ever learn to wait for things when basic things like food are provided at their slightest whim? These quick snacks usually are not healthy and it is widely known that childhood obesity is on the rise probably from overeating junk food, which I credit as a direct result of this poor enforcement of mealtime discipline.
There was a study not a long time ago in the journal of Pediatrics that linked watching television with shorter attention spans in children. I would say this also becomes a major source of instant gratification in the early years. Sesame Street and Jay Jay the Jet Plane teach kids to forget about entertaining themselves, and to start to learn to stare at a series of pictures that does their thinking for them. They never learn to sit and fantasize and imagine and exercise their brains for a time when they might not have someone to do their creative tasks for them. This is a key part of the lack of motivation that I mentioned earlier. Why would anyone who was never taught to put time and effort in to anything suddenly pick it up once they reach adulthood? It is not something that just happens in human beings, the ability to dedicate and put time in to yourself is learned through the time reserved for learning, youth.
The preteen years and teenage years are now being dominated by cell phones, allowances, gifts of inappropriate size, and the continuation of the lack of discipline enforcement. How many kids have chores anymore? Not me. Not my cousins or my brother. My father had them in spades, yet the kids doing them today are a minority and their “chores” are usually compensated.
My father didn’t have too many luxuries and I am sure his father had less and so on. How many kids have to buy their own car? I didn’t. My dad did. How do you learn to value expensive objects if you are just given them? How come credit today among the young generation is so horrifically bad and that America’s rate of savings has for the first time in history, dipped in to the negative. We are actually borrowing more money now than we’re saving and I am willing to say this is a direct result of the lack of an attention span. We want things and want them now and don’t have the sufficient skills to wait and save for anything.
I had not yet touched on maturity, but my case is this: studies have shown that kids are living with their parents longer and longer. This is because we don’t even know how to grow up, we don’t even want to! The thorough loss of attention span in our early years forced us to not even think about taking care of ourselves. Everything has been taken care of our whole life and nobody wants to just be cut loose anymore.
While I am not a scientist nor have I done any scientific study, I just know in my gut that my cousins and my brother and even myself are a little bit lost in the world because of our shortened attention spans. We never learned how to take care of ourselves, how to wait patiently for simple things like a new bike or even dinner. You will see even more and more concrete evidence of this lack of discipline, maturity, and motivation in the years to come. It’s because of attention span; I guarantee it.


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Sunday, September 17, 2006

Get a Job

Good luck reading this shit. I wrote these next 5 pieces for my writing class. NO HARM IN IT.

Ok so finally I can sit down and do this thing and look at that my word processor is capitalizing things for me so don’t blame me for slowing down or anything I guess I understand the freewriting thing I sometimes do it on my blog just to put something up on it every once in awhile it makes for some very strange entries but I guess it is better than nothing I like to go back and read whatever crazy ass thing I said two months ago while I forced myself to jot something down much to the amusement of my readers which I should say reader which I should stick with just the amusement of myself one good thing about blogging is that everything is saved another good thing is that it has really improved my writing seeing as I practice it so much it is nice to have a hobby that just makes you better at something that helps you in life like poker for instance I play hundreds of hands a week online and I really have become quite a good poker player winning a couple of hundred dollars in the last couple of weeks and I am sure I cleared the thousand dollar mark last year so if my hobby is blogging and I become a better writer and somehow get a job or write a novel or screenplay then I can credit boredom to help me hone my skills as a writer I guess that’s why I took this class it was to force me to just go and write and write seriously, just try to put something down on paper that was the best material I could come up with including revisions and gasp! Contemplation… I find it hard to write continuously for 15 minutes or whatever because my brain wants to watch tv or wants me to write things that although you said anything goes, my conscience disagrees and has decided to make the final decisions on all impulsive thoughts going out of my fingertips which brings me to my next point this assignment reminds me kind of some early 20th century psychological test like a Rorschach where the constant emission of thoughts is supposed to weed out natural inhibition revealing the inner workings of your subconscious! Oh what a test this is, little did I know that my advanced writing teacher was not an English prof but actually some spy from the psych department having me do assignments to psychoanalyze the relationship with my mother anyway I think it is a little ridiculous of this assignment to require that you not capitalize anything as if that slows me down I capitalize like it was nothing I don’t think you understand that we’re the instant message generation and all of our typing skills derive directly from our desire to be social on the computer and so we learn very quickly to type and we all have a style with kids like capitalizing things and spelling right without thinking about it and then there are some kids who use full out punctuation and some girls who spell things wrong like boi or girlz or laterz or all those ridiculous hatchet jobs of the English language it is all just preference and everyone develops their style and hopefully you judge people based on their style because everyone’s favorite thing in the world is to judge other people and some people overreact to this concept saying don’t judge but how ridiculous would the world be without judging judging is not just judging but evaluating, reflecting and nobody calls it these good words that imply thinking and you think about your own behavior I don’t think I could ever better develop my own behavior than to judge other people’s behavior and say I don’t want to be like that or I enjoy that quality and people who say don’t judge are just filled with some sort of hippie gobbledy gook that doesn’t reflect any sort of reality and they probably would judge you for your judging


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Pope

Ok so the Pope said some stuff quoting an emperor when he was in battle as saying that Muhammad's teachings are "evil and inhumane" because he said Muhammad believes that fighting can spread his faith. The emperor went on to say how violence cannot possibly be the legitimate way of spreading faith (let alone credibility). By the pope quoting this guy, Muslims went hysterical and got angry because apparently quoting some guy is the same thing as flat out calling them a jew. Ok ok just kidding, but really though. These Muslims are mad because of what? Was the emperor's quote so outrageous and untrue? Is that what Muslims feel and that's why they are mad that it is being repeated? Are they unjustly being viewed as violent and fanatical? Apparently, and so a few of them decided to kill an Italian nun over the Pope's speech so that this is no longer an unjustly claim. Thank you guys! Why can't you guys get on a magic carpet and fly through the air like the stereotype of the Arabs back in the day? But when it comes to violence in the name of Islam, you'll make sure to never shed the stereotype. Good job.


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Tuesday, September 12, 2006

A New Style

Ok so here's the deal. We haven't posted correctly for, well, a very long time. That's because we can't think of anything to say and therefore have nothing to say and therefore nothing gets posted. Well Clupbert now has the brilliant idea that since we have no ideas for posting that we go ahead and post these non-existent ideas regularly so that the people who don't read our blog don't get disappointed and know that there is something that they can not read. So we are now going to switch to freewriting. Just typing the billions of ideas that zoom in and around our heads every millisecond nonstop without thinking because, lets face it, one millisecond and a billion ideas means that every second we stop to think that's 1,000 billion, or a gazillion, ideas that we now have to quickly type before the next millisecond and frankly I can only type 30 billion words per minute. Clupbert claims to be 75 billion words per minute but I think he's exaggerating.


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Monday, September 04, 2006

Sup JEWY JEWFACE JEW JEW

So my urge to write is greater than my urge to be substantive. Guess who's problem that is? Yours. This is because you have read this far and are continuing to read hoping that there might be some point or value in the next word, phrase, sentence. Too bad.
So there I was, head empty, staring out over 4 foot chop before someone blared out, "Pull in the fucking line, what're you fucking sleeping or something?"

At that moment I longed to be there as much as I longed to be on the receiving end of a stingray barb to the chest. What a ridiculous amount of boredom this has become with the staring, receiving of the abuse, and the drifting.

And what was that in the water? I am pretty sure it was Pat O'Brien in full illusion that the waves were a lawn chair and he was calmly projecting up in to the sky, "Help me, for I am lost at sea"

I said, "Pat, do you mean you're stuck reporting about the trivialities of people who need more airtime as much as they need more people thinking they do. I hate you. bye Pat."

Anyone have a topic? Help me out.


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Friday, August 04, 2006

Thirsty?

"The August 2006 cover of Babytalk magazine. Readers of a US parenting magazine are crying foul over the publication's latest cover depicting a woman breastfeeding, with some calling the photo offensive and disgusting(AFP/HO)"


Disgusting? Offensive? Is that what they tell their kids so they can let them sit there thirsty and hungry? I think it's the new way around abortion. Oh, and no one besides mothers read this magazine anyway. That's why it says "STRAIGHT TALK FOR NEW MOMS." I hate this new age sensitivity and I hate Loose Change.


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Monday, July 24, 2006

Inspired

Wooo. Someone accidentally was routed here and left a comment. This has inspired me to say something. What I wanted to say is how incredibly lucky I am that dirt is free.


Usually that sentence ends in something romantic or dopey. Plus there is this sign by my house where a new house is being built and it says "free dirt" and it makes me laugh. Other things that make me laugh: thinking about how stupid and easily tricked babies are and angelina jolie. That's it.
I heard a good joke the other day. What's the difference between a porcupine and a cop car? In a cop car, the pricks are on the inside.


Next I want to talk about the onset of World War 3. Has anyone been watching the news lately? Tina Fey is leaving SNL for christ sake. Ten bucks Israel attacks Lebanon over this.


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Sunday, June 18, 2006

My Mom thinks I'm a drunk

I'm not really a drinker. I never drink during the week, I don't even like the taste of alcohol. For like the last 8 weekends though, I have been good and piss drunk. I turned 21 a couple of months ago so it's all good you'd think. I don't drink and drive. Isn't it acceptable to be a little hungover on Sunday morning? What if it was Saturday and Sunday morning? Getting really drunk twice in a weekend must be comparable to being in the NFL. Come Monday, all you do is discover all the cuts and bruises you have while walking around feeling like a senior citizen from pure fatigue.

Stupid mom.

Another good thing to talk about is that magical line between obnoxious and fun. I like to cross it. If people start to think, "Hey this guy's the party. How fun." I like to do something outrageous like break something or pull out a gun and shoot in to the air or maybe even a crowd.

One more point is how sorry I feel for all the generations who came before us. Where would they go eat after the bar? They'd have to barbecue because there were no 24 hour diners or Taco Bells or anything. That's almost the best part.


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Thursday, June 15, 2006

My favorite joke

This is one I always tell:

These two guys are sitting next to each other on an airplane when they both realize they both have black eyes. The one guy turns to the other and asks how he got his black eye.
"Funny story, it's one of those word-mix-up type events. I was at the ticket counter and the counter lady had huge boobs and I meant to say , 'Can I have a ticket to Pittsburgh?' but I accidentally said, 'Can I have a picket to Tittsburgh?' and she punched me in the eye. How'd you get your black eye"
The other guy responds, "How crazy? It is also one of those word-mix-up type events. I was sitting in the kitchen and my wife was cooking breakfast and I meant to say, 'Can I have some bacon'n'eggs?' and I accidentally said, 'You stupid bitch, you ruined my life.'"


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Monday, May 22, 2006

People are needy

Here's a lesson: people are needy. Mostly, they are needy for attention. It's a sickness that we all have and some people more than others. When I say "some", I mean "you".
Now, why are you so needy? I think it stems from either low self-esteem or low wit or maybe it's even psychological. Who knows, you figure it out.


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Sunday, May 14, 2006

Happy Mother's Day

I just want to let my mom know how much I want her to do my FUCKING LAUNDRY NOW! I SAID NOW!


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Thursday, May 11, 2006

It's up to you.

I was just about to eat my fruit snack box of raisins when I opened the lid and the inside said "It's up to you." I searched the box for answers to what that meant when I noticed that these sun-made raisins were labeled Sun-MAID, referring directly to the feminine stereotype. Searching more vigorously now, I uncover a code on one of the tabs, 2010-07. It was right next to the nutrition facts, where, curiously enough, the total grams of carbs and sugars added to the percent iron equaled 69, another reference to women. This had something to do with a girl. The woman on the front of the box may have been Jesus' wife. It dawned on me then that I was hungry and ate the raisins.


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Sunday, May 07, 2006

Dear Idiots...

People are so stupid sometimes, especially about math. The best evidence for this is the current gas hike and also the current trend for "lower" gas prices. The other day, a local gas station was found to be rigging their pumps and thus were fined out of business and the rest of the gas was to be given away at 50 cents a gallon off the normal rate.

WHAT A DEAL, YAY.

So of course 7 million people showed up and people were waiting more than an hour to get this special rate of gas. Ok, let's say you have a 15 gallon tank. You save yourself $7.50. You're going to wait in a stupid line for hours for SEVEN DOLLARS?!? I still see people wait half an hour to get gas that is like 8 cents cheaper than everywhere else. Again, the math says they are waiting half an hour for $1.20 but do they even think about that? NOPE. They think like this-

Thought 1: I know that I have to buy a lot of gallons.
Thought 2: That is a small amount but there is a lot of gallons of gas.
Concluding thought: This must mean that by the end of the 4 million gallons of gas I have to buy, that I will be saving 4 million times 4 cents which is a lot of money.

This goes for anything. Sour cream at Costco is only a savings if you ever use that much sour cream. Routinely, people don't work the math out in their heads and business people know that and trick them all the time like the lemmings they are.


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Wednesday, May 03, 2006

It's hard out here for a pimp

Seriously, it is. Just lettin' you guys know.


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Monday, May 01, 2006

What sound does a llama make?

Nothing's going on. Shit. Seriously, I have been reading Tucker Max stories all day thanks to a link from the Tiger. Tucker Max is [in]famous because he has ADD and is smart. This combination leads him to be a very bored person. The way he entertains himself are to do outrageous things that always push the boundaries of what we accept in society, from crazy homeless people.


So it's interesting to read what he has to say. It also makes me feel like the most boring person alive. Besides my blog being about his blog, who has the energy to even do all the shit he does? Someone with ADD, that's who. I am not going to say the obscure references aren't his own little salute to his intelligence either. He kind of reminds me of the Game by Neil Strauss. He should be in the movie.


I also have to take credit from him because he has a rich kid. Who couldn't fuck around all day if they didn't have to work?


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Saturday, April 29, 2006

Oh no, two posts in two days...

Oh my so I am back in to the blogosphere. I don't think I am quite coherent but I can write like a mofo anyway! So like we're playing pool and this kid who is butt raping the table kept bitching about us asking him to get the fuck out of the way like he is a champ or something. Holy shit you fuckface, we're just trying to play pool. It made me want to get a firearm and a fireleg and set him on fire with it.


Can we just become regular readers again and forgive all the absences? I love you all.


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Let's say hi

Well, I am so insanely bored right now, that I think it is time to start speaking to the anonymous world once again.
Let's talk for a moment about heroes. Heroes according to the definition of Drew and Mike, are those guys who always have to save or stick up for girls. You know the scenario:


Guy: Whatever fatso!
Girl: Did you call me fat?
Hero: Hey, don't be such a dick dude...
Guy: Hey [insert hero's name], nobody's impressed.
Hero: I wasn't trying to be impressive, you were being a dick.
Guy: I'm pretty sure I was joking around until you decided to try to stick out from the crowd because you don't have any game. You're such an embarassment to PUA's everywhere.
Girl: I am going to go make out with some chicks now.
Girl 2: Oh that's hot, let's invite our friends.
Girls 3-15: Let's all take a shower together. Oh my this is so fun, let's put this on the web.


So you see how this scenario works itself out? Always the same every time.


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Monday, April 03, 2006

I have things to say

Believe me, I will start posting again soon once my internship ends. Things I have lined up to bitch about:
heroes
polygamy
news
jews
booze
foos

I was playing jewsball with a couple of foos when the booze came on which made me want to drink some news.


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