The Lonely Question of WHY?

Some interesting stuff I read today on someone’s desk while waiting for Windows Updates to finish:

“The opposite of love is not hate; it’s indifference; if hate arises than love is not lost only stifled and pushed aside.” Which come to find out is actually take from a quote by Elie Wiesel.

Ownership over a past love is called “good friends” or keeping them in check.

Guilt and loneliness only cloud your true feelings once put aside your heart can speak and your true future is found.

Current Music: Shinedown – Save Me

Today's PSA

I gained some insight today, a rare thing when you’re on your way to the bathroom, usually you gain insight in the bathroom, or before heading off to the bathroom but on the short trip there? You see when someone coming out of said bathroom passes you in the small hall to that leads to the bathrooms and they says “Sorry Man”. It’s not because they almost ran into you, it’s not cause they left the water running or toilet paper on the floor. Oh no, it’s cause they dropped a deuce, yup no 2 ways about it, oh and if they say sorry it’s only cause not even 4 foot 11 inch 92lb cutie pie porn vixen Gauge herself could find the suction to pull that load down. So word to the wise, when this happens to you, unless you really really can’t hold it, treat that shit like artillery, run for the hills, and any man that’s too slow and gets caught in the updraft, let their poor soul rest in peace.

Best of You?

Foo Fighters pose a good question, is someone getting the best of you? Well are they? Have they taken your faith, your trust, the pain you feel is real however because either they've taken the best out of you, which is why you need someone else to hang your head on without their noose, they gave you something you didn't have but you had no use for it, you were too weak at the time to give in but something gave you the strength to move on so you didn't loose, but loose what, you only lost the best of yourself. Leaving left your heart under arrest but you need to break loose, your head may be telling you it's life or death but it really isn't, never give in, refuse, someone else there deservers your best, someone else deserves the best of you, because they bring out the best of you and you brind out the best in them. I too am tired of starting again somewhere new, but are you going to resist and just be used, or are you going to give in and find someone getting the best of you and giving the best to you?

The Girls Gone Wild Syndrome

Hopefully this post makes sense, I’ve gone back and cleaned up some stuff that’s not clear, it’s polled from sporadic conversations over a few weeks at work that made their rounds at lunch. Enjoy

So we found an old picture of one of our coworkers today and wondered what the hell was going on, I mean she was dressed like a slut along with her 2 friends and you would have no idea this was the same person, albeit years younger, standing here today. It turns out that was from some club back in the day and blah blah blah. Anyway somehow we get on the topic of what I like to call “The Girls Gone Wild” syndrome. What is it? Well you can have a goody goody two shoes girl who would never do any wrong; turn into a slut given the right circumstances. Like what? Well I’ll tell you but first you must realize woman have more determination than what guys give them credit for. You see when guys compete they take it the extra mile when they feel it is needed but women will flat out go 100 miles beyond what you ever expected and then some for fame, fortune, booty, peer acceptance, etc; basically the right circumstances. Case and point the old 2 guy friends argue over a girl, take it outside, beat on each other, then have a beer. Women compete over a guy, hell it doesn’t even have to be a real competition, she just has to feel threatened that what she wants, piece of ass in front of her, is now being stalked by, looked at by or winked at by other woman. She will go from little Mrs. Nice to full on super slut, and the alcohol helps bring it out even more. See woman, for whatever reason; compete against their self and each other, and for whatever reason that thing, booty call, fame, peer acceptance, flips a switch and rules are now gone and the only thing left is to win the prize. Granted this isn’t an everyday thing, like I said given the right circumstances it’ll happen you can’t expect just to take Lisa the Librarian and expect her to start stripping but there is that small chance given the right incentive, so you just keep wondering about what those glasses have been hiding all along. Guys aren’t off the hook but remember guys tend to start with the thing in mind at the beginning as a goal, if they want booty they set out, some women do set out with this drive but the one’s you never thought about have the ability to just turn into Wonder Slut.

Goody Two Shoes	Wonder Slut

You Damn Right, ARRRRRR

My pirate name is:

Mad Jack Rackham

Every pirate is a little bit crazy. You, though, are more than just a little bit. You have the good fortune of having a good name, since Rackham (pronounced RACKem, not rack-ham) is one of the coolest sounding surnames for a pirate. Arr!

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Weak-end Update

So lets see first off there was Saturday, great times to be had for all. Went out with Chrome, Mrs. Chrome and Spec-tacularrrr. First we piled in the sushi, mmmm all you can eat, good stuff, bad service. Apparently there was a defect in the sushi roll making and the girl manning the bar needed reinforcements. With no supply drop in sight and her wingman seeming to take random ass breaks that lasted 10 min every 2 min our consumption of glorious rolls of rice with a hint of fish was slower than a self propelled lawn mower in reverse. Anyway after that fiasco we head off to watch a special showing of Aliens @ the Fountains, there was much debate before hand as to which version was to be shown. Well apparently it was the version that had been buried, then dug up and thrown about by a tornado and some how managed to be pieced back together for this showing. Example here:



Top being what we saw, bottom being something relevant to VHS quality, yeah it was bad, had it’s good moments but bad picture quality all the way. Anyway seeing it on the big screen was enjoyment in and of itself so I’m glad I got the chance to see it, I just wish a slightly better print had been available, hell I would have paid full price for that instead of the $5.50. Anyway on comes Sunday, ah the day of rest and people who don’t read. Late afternoon I get a call from this girl I’ve been meaning to hook up with, finally we are both free. We meet at Starbucks for some coffee and good conversation or so I thought, first she tells me, she doesn’t like coffee and wants to get a soda, uhm ok hi, when I said let’s meet at Starbucks it was to get COFFEE, hence the name. I get my coffee and, as luck would have it there’s a Walgreens right there to pop in so she can get herself a soda. We start talking, everything seems well till I suggest we hit up the movies right there, she mentions how she doesn’t like movies, uh what? At some point before this I remember mentioning the fact I like movies and wanted someone to watch them with, on top of that she doesn’t even look like what I’m looking for. Some how she thinks everything went great, asking if I wanted to come back to her place, uhm no. Don’t get me wrong she was nice, but it would be nice if she had something I was looking for but nice by itself just doesn’t cut it. So lets recap, doesn’t like movies, isn’t physically what I’m looking for and somewhere in there mentioned she hates videogames, wow 3 for 3, just one word comes to mind, nice. The aside to this story brings about a conversation I had with Chrome and Mrs. Chrome on the way home from the movies Mariah Carrey or Alicia Silverstone? What does this have to do with said date, body type, she was neither, oh you want classification alright; Mariah Carrey = Thick, Alicia Silverstone = Baby Fat, both of which I am interested in, girl on date = Kate Moss. I want a woman who’s got curves that'll make circles jealous, dig? There are always exceptions to be made but for me this is what I’m after along with other said qualities.

Women and their Guy "Friends"

So this topic came up at work during lunch and I feel the need to post this in hopes to make a small impact in society by perhaps even 1 woman reading this and passing it on to her daughter and therein start the chain reaction needed to help men everywhere. First off I’ve come to the conclusion that men will never know what woman want, ever. Even if they flat out told us it would still be behind half truths and wink, wink, nudge, nudge type shit, because let’s face it even they really don’t know what is going on in their heads. So I’m going to let woman on to something they should already know but apparently have forgotten. Actually maybe they didn’t forget, I would bet they know, it’s just they’ve made up their mind to ignore it and make themselves feel better. What is it? The guy “friend” theory, now many women will own up to the fact that yes in fact they know that their so called “friend” has a thing for them but brush it off with, “I wouldn’t want to wreck our friendship”, or “he’s almost like a brother”. Well I propose a test, invite guy over, answer door in towel, take him into your room and tell him you want his opinion. While standing so you are in front of him, it’s best to do with a mirror in front of you so you don’t have to turn around, drop your towel and reach for some new article of clothing. Watch his face, expression and pants, hopefully you’ve positioned yourself right. If said guy isn’t blushing with Woodrow Wilson ready to rip through his pants like Hulk Hogan through a yellow muscle shirt, well let’s face it, despite the fact he’s been in relationships that he has no doubt told you about with countless woman, he’s gay. And any woman can do this, unless your name happens to be jabberwocky, and score big time. Let’s face it woman can put the moves on any guy and get what they want. But why would she want to do this to her guy “friend”? You would now have a guy who would a) treat you better than any guy you could meet b) give you the best sex of your life and c) stick with you through it all, cause he’s already been there up till now, he never left even through all the shit he has heard and you’ve told him all your secrets, both good and bad. Now A, B and C all have a clause and of course there are exceptions to every rule. First the clause, these all depend on just how much dirt the woman has dished out and how well her guy “friend” was listening. But if she dishes out enough dirt even without listening the guy “friend” easily has the edge. The exception, not everything is a sure thing so if it doesn’t work out just go back to being friends at least now you both know what you both have been wondering and might have even learned something new in the process. The plus side being you already know about each other, share common interests and you want to or already do spend so much time together you both might as well try it out.

Blow out a testicle or 2!!

Seriously do you want the most awesome drink of all time, DO YOU! Do fruity energy drinks make you puke, do you find yourself needing 5 or 6 Redbull’s just to stay awake? Give you wings huh? How about a jet engine, complete with enough fuel to go around the world 8 times and still stop with a *hard* bonus. What kind of awsomeness is this? This is $5 of pure ASS KICKING GOODNESS. This was all on the can, bold print to point out the good stuff:

Recommended Use:

Shake well prior to use. Always begin use with one-half can (4oz.) of Black Pearl™ daily to assess tolerance. Never exceed more than two cans daily or more than one can in a four-hour period. Do not cosume Black Pearl™ on an empty stomach. May cause nauseousness.WARNING:NOT FOR USE BY INDIVIDUALS UNDER THE AGE OF 18 YEARS. DO NOT USE IF PREGNANT OR NURSING. Consult a physician or licensed qualified health care professional before using this product if you have, or have a family history of, heart disease, thyroid desease, diabetes, high blood pressure, depression or other psychiatric condition, glaucoma, difficulty in urinating, prostate enlargement, or seizure disorder, or if you are using a pseudoephedrine, or phenylpropanolamine (ingredients found in certain allery, asthma, cough or cold, and weight control products). Do not exceed recommend serving. Exceeding recommended serving may cause adverse health effects. Discontinue use and call a physician or licensed qualified health care professional immediatly if you experience rapid heartbeat, dizziness, sever headache, shortness of breath, or other similar symptoms. Individuals who are sensitive to the effects of caffeine or have a medical condition should consult a licensed health care professional before consuming manner inconsistent with label guidelines. Do not use for weight reduction. KEEP OUT OF REACH OF CHILDREN.
Now that’s what I’m talking about! What is this elixir your ask? Black Pearl

Another key fact is Black Pearl is so full of fortitude that is contains 378% of your daily intake of Vitamin C, we wouldn’t want you catching a cold & sneezing while kicking ass and taking names, who can sneeze and kick anway? Who on earth would make such a drink? A drink so crazy not even the FDA will touch it? This man:

Aww yes, the drink of the gods brought to you by the Green Goblin himself, directly after injecting himself with the goblin juice. Why would anyone want this? Why not?!? Open the can, notice that it is a dual walled aluminum smooth machined can, why would anyone go to such lengths just for a can you ask? One whiff will tell you right away this is no ordinary beverage, as if the warning didn’t give away it’s immense goodness. Smell the fumes of jet fuel, mixed with alcohol run off from the autobaun, that is then rid of all it’s water and mixed with ethanol and sulfur. Yes once you inhale, hell your lungs don’t even need to work, who am I kidding this stuff will bring people out of a coma, the dead to life, kill the rain forest, pollute the everglades and still have enough left in it’s little can to power your car home and get you buzzin. Did I mention it enhances your libido, yes that’s right Mr. Happy is JACKED right along with you. So I say GET JACKED! Drink 2 and blow out all 4 testicles, who needs’em anyway.

Another semester over... Thank God

Well another semester is over, and now the fun stuff, Hacking 101, mmm-mmmmm good. New job is great, oh and they have the Lays potato chips, The Works, basically everything you would put on a baked potato, and we all know what a chip is right… ding ding ding exactly Watson. It’s some lip smacking goodness there, about time someone thought to bring all that goodness into bite sized pieces.

Current Music: Nonpoint – Your Signs
“Your signs are pointing to nowhere. And thats exactly where I won’t go.”