OMFG

I can't believe this used to be on Nickelodeon.

The Absolute Coolest Website...Eva!!!!!

Okay, so I'm a geek, but I don't care. I really do think this is the coolest website ever. Its the MIT Open Courseware site. You can download, for free, actual MIT lectures, course notes and reading lists for, well, just about anything you could possibly want to know about. Go to it now...then come back...http://ocw.mit.edu/

False Sense of (Homeland) Security

So I finally stopped at the Post office today on my way home from work to drop off the Christmas cards I've been carrying around with me for the past week. It was a pretty uneventful trip until i noticed something that just made me feel ashamed to be a member of the human race.
First off, when you walk through the front door, there is a bank of metal detectors. Now, normally when there are metal detectors, there is at least one person telling you to empty your pockets, place your bags on the table and so on. Well, at the Post office, there isn't. The other thing I've noticed about metal detectors is that when someone walks through them with copious amounts of metal on their person, such as a pocket full of change, a belt buckle, a box cutter and a backpack containing 3 metal coat hangers, a couple of chargers and a laptop like I did today, they tend to make an obnoxious beeping noise. These did nothing of the sort.

Thus, I can come to only one conclusion based on the facts stated above, and that is that these metal detectors are not even turned on, if they are even hooked up to any sort of power at all. Americans Being Americans, however, will not care about this. As long as thee security devices themselves are in place and obviously noticeable, it matters not whether they function properly, because we all know that metal detectors make us safe.
Special thanks to the American media, the Department of Homeland Security and President George W. Bush. I couldn't make this stuff up, but you guys make it a reality.

There Is No Santa Clause

It is a fact of life, everyone is born either male or female. It's one of those things about you that you that is an integral part of who you are. You are either one or the other , there is no middle ground. Such is the way in New York, where you are born either a Yankees fan or a Mets fan. I happen to have been born a Yankees fan, like my father and his father before him. Growing up, in the 80's and 90's, I idolized the Yankees. They could do no wrong, even if they happened to have a bad season. In the late 90's and early 2000's, when all the steroid rumors started flying around, it was easy to point out all of the potential users on the other teams, but never the Yankees. Let those other guys juice it up, the Yankees don't need that crap. Just by the sheer act of putting on that uniform, one became a god among men and things like steroids and corked bats were for mere reserved for mortals. At least, that's how we felt back then. Sure, we all new Jose Canseco was juicing, we even joked about it, but would never seriously admit publicly that it was a possibility.
Now it is 2007, and it has been made public that both Roger Clemens and Andy Pettitte have used performance enhancing drugs on a regular basis. Damn! Hearing this was like getting kicked in the nuts, watching my dog get hit by a car and finding out that Santa isn't real, all at the same time. At least it helps explain the whole bat throwing incident between Clemens and Mike Piaza a few years back. But alas, we are Yankees fans, ever resilient, and I have no doubt that we will rise above our team's tarnished reputation. I only hope that the rest of Major League Baseball and all of its fans around the country can do the same and save America's pastime from itself.

Yeah Bitch!

I'm just sitting here watching the Democratic debate on CNN and I have to say that Hillary fucking rocks! End Bush's war on science! Cancel those executive orders! w00t!!!

New Domain

Well, If any one is actually reading this, you can now point your browser to http://www.misanthope.net to check out one of the coolest most disturbing blogs on the web. Yes, the "r" was left out on purpose to illustratehow fucked up I really am.

Old Haunts

So here I am again, sitting here at Grounds for Coffee in Clearfield, UT. I used to come here a few times a week, when I lived on the base (Hill AFB). The coffee is good, the sandwiches are good, and the atmosphere can't be beat. Now that i live in Ogden, I only get to come here about once a week, on my way to my court ordered cognitive therapy group. I'm sure there are places closer to me like this, but this is my place. Being here brings back memories of places and times and feelings that I can never get back to. They may not all be good, but they belong to me. They are part of what makes me who I am.
There are a lot of places like this in my life, all over the country and the world. It reminds me of that old saying, "You can never go back home," or something like that. It's true. The places may stay the same, at least physically, but the people, the feelings, the world always changes. One can either live in the past or change with the times. I'm looking forward now. This is the prime time of my life and I'm going to take full advantage of it.

The Lunatic Is In My Head

I think I may be going crazy, but I'm not sure. I may have always been this way and its just now starting to come out. How do you know if you are crazy? Is it something that you can realize yourself, or does someone else have to tell you that you are? If there are any crazy people reading this, or if you know any crazy people, please let me know. Thanks.

Back Again

Yeah, I know. It's been almost 4 months since I've posted anything here. Not much has changed, but at the same time everything has. Don't ask me what I mean by that, I'm still trying to figure that out myself.
The other night I was at work unloading a pallet and a case of microwave popcorn fell off the top. The cases broke open and some boxes fell out on the floor. A woman happened to be walking by and when the boxes fell out she said, "And they didn't even break!" Like a box of fucking ppcorn is going to just shatter all over the place. God damn stupidity should be painful!

ask me about mass murder amnesty day

go ahead. you know you're curious. you need to know what its all about.

oh yeah...

Grounds for Coffee is the shit. Check out their website and go there. Now.

something exciting!

Yeah, I finaly did something exciting. I went to the Post Office and picked up a $50 check from my insurance company. I was pretty excited about that. Then I sat and waited for my bus for an hour. It was about 45 minutes into this wait that I had an epiphany. Forest Gump wasn't retarded because of the things he did or said. He was retarded because the stupid mother fucker sat on a bench for 2 and a half hours waiting for a bus when he coud have probably just walked to that bitch's house in like 30 minutes. Hell, he could have ran there in less than 15. It's true, stupid is as stupid does and that was some stupid shit, brother.

big changes

Wow. Its been a long time since I posted anything here. A lot has changed since then. I've been out of the military for about 4 months. I work at Wamart now. its not the greatest job but it beats the hell outa that other bullshit. Not much else to say, really. My life is pretty fucking boring when I step back and look at it. Now I kinda wish I never started writing this. It really is sorta depressing. Fuck ass. I'm gonna go try to find something exciting to write about.

Fuck Computers

I know, it's kind of an odd thing for a blogger to say, but its true. I hate them. Well, I guess I don't really hate them, they just frustrate me at times, to the point where I just want to take them and smash them in the ground. One of the most frustrating things is not so much the computers themselves, but the people that use them. It seems like almost every day I encounter someone who, just because they are familiar with Win-doze, thinks that they know everything there is about computers. Then, when you attempt to have an intelligent conversation with the person, upon realizing how much they don't know, they call you a nerd and promptly change the subject. Now, I'm not an expert by any means, but I do have a basic knowledge of how a computer works, and I know that there is more to a computer than Micro$oft. I'm not saying that everyone should go out and buy a Mac, or format their hard drives and install some random flavor of Linux, but if you're going to talk like you know something, make sure you know what you're talking about first.
Now on a more personal note, I recently made the jump from Win-doze to Linux on my desktop. I'm very impressed over all, but there are some little things that are bugging me. I'm currently using Fedora Core 6. I have to say that for the most part, I like it very much. The only problem that I have is that it does not support the .mp3 audio format. Not a big deal as there are several ways around that, I'm just lazy and haven't gotten around to doing any of them. Secondly, my current method of for connecting to the internet is through my cell phone via a bluetooth connection. The computer recognizes my phone and I can get them paired up, but when it comes time to dial the connection, I get to the "Initializing Modem" stage, and then nothing. It's just pissing me off and I had to get it off my chest. You probably don't care, but to those of you who do and know what I'm talking about, please help. To those of you that don't care, fuck you. HAHAHAHAHA!
Well, that's about all for tonight. I've got to get back to smashing my head on the keyboard in hopes that something good will finally happen.

Keep Your Comments to Yourself, Please

Why do strangers feel the need to make ignorant comments? Last night I was out to eat with some friends when a complete stranger said something to me that, had I not been with others with whom I could share my befuddlement, would have probably made my head explode. Firs, some background information. I was wearing a shirt with an enlarged $100 bill on the front with a picture of rapper Mac Dre in place of that of Benjamin Franklin. The restaurant was a buffet, so everyone was making frequent trips for more food. My friends and I were seated at a booth in one corner of the dining area, and there was a family seated in the opposite corner.
As I was taking my seat after a trip to the buffet, the women from the opposite corner passed by me and said, quite loudly, "Show me the money!" I froze, not quite standing, not quite seated, unable to move as my mind tried to grasp the situation. I did manage to give the woman a "What the fuck are you talking about" look as she passed, but was unable to muster a response as my brain was quickly sublimating within my skull. Luckily, my friends saved me from my impending doom by breaking the seemingly eternal silence allowing me to reboot my consciousness and continue my meal in relative peace. Had it not been for them, I surely would be standing in that same spot right now, catatonic due to my lack of surviving brain cells.
The moral of the story is, don't talk to strangers. They generally don't give a fuck about what you have to say in the first place. In addition, there is a chance that they are very much smarter than you and your stupid comments may very well kill them. Not only will this make you a murderer, but by killing such an endangered species as the intelligent Homo Sapien, you are single-handedly bringing mankind closer to its impending doom.