What's up with that?
back from Vegas
mood: meh
It's 5:00 am and I still have another 4 hours to go until this damn EEG can be done and I can get my ass to sleep.
What's on TV at 5:00 am?
Hmmmm.... well like my music selection says, CNN has been talking about the American Primary Elections as well as George Bush putting American truckers out of work in favour of cheaper Mexican labour. Now it's Roger "I'm telling the truth" Clemens denying getting shot up with steroids and HGH. Bloody liar.
Other than CNN, it's infomercial, infomercial, infomercial. "You can't clean the air if you don't move the air". "First you had the flat iron, then the steam iron, now the _____". "Are you lonely? Call this 976 number, pay up the ass and speak to fat chicks with sexy sounding voices".
I think I'm gonna go back and play some PS3. My Call of Duty skills are a lacking at this hour so maybe 4 hours of Puzzle Fighter II to pass the time!
What's on TV at 5:00 am?
Hmmmm.... well like my music selection says, CNN has been talking about the American Primary Elections as well as George Bush putting American truckers out of work in favour of cheaper Mexican labour. Now it's Roger "I'm telling the truth" Clemens denying getting shot up with steroids and HGH. Bloody liar.
Other than CNN, it's infomercial, infomercial, infomercial. "You can't clean the air if you don't move the air". "First you had the flat iron, then the steam iron, now the _____". "Are you lonely? Call this 976 number, pay up the ass and speak to fat chicks with sexy sounding voices".
I think I'm gonna go back and play some PS3. My Call of Duty skills are a lacking at this hour so maybe 4 hours of Puzzle Fighter II to pass the time!
While disconnecting a network drive, this error popped up:
They apparently forgot to translate all the text into English before shipment.
They apparently forgot to translate all the text into English before shipment.
I was troubleshooting a static issue over my VoIP line by calling from my VoIP phone to my cell phone, having both phones on speaker.... then I let one rip and heard it echo through both phones.
It's not gonna get me any ladies, but it's a funny story to tell at the bar.... if I drank :)
It's not gonna get me any ladies, but it's a funny story to tell at the bar.... if I drank :)
Why is every show on TV some sort of medical drama?
mood: Bitchy
music playing: Medical Drama in the background
What's up with that?
I've previously written, in what upon reflection even I cannot understand, explaining how I control the radio. Now it seems that I have also acquired the ability to predict what will be on TV.
The latest example happened tonight after the gym. While working out, one of the stretches made me laugh and think of the South Park kids when they were junior detectives. The stretch specifically had me point my hands into a hand-gun position, which I told my friend reminded me of Stan from South Park saying "Bang, Bang Bang". Wouldn't you know, when I went home and put on the TV, the South Park episode playing was the Junior Detectives. I was again floored, after the million times this has happened to me and could only ask, "Why is that episode on?"
There is something to this. Tonight while driving home, I heard the freaks on Coast to Coast talking about HAARP. An American Military project specifically designed for mind control. Maybe I'm one of their guinea pigs?
"Let's see what happens if we give this guy the ability to predict songs on the radio and shows on TV
The latest example happened tonight after the gym. While working out, one of the stretches made me laugh and think of the South Park kids when they were junior detectives. The stretch specifically had me point my hands into a hand-gun position, which I told my friend reminded me of Stan from South Park saying "Bang, Bang Bang". Wouldn't you know, when I went home and put on the TV, the South Park episode playing was the Junior Detectives. I was again floored, after the million times this has happened to me and could only ask, "Why is that episode on?"
There is something to this. Tonight while driving home, I heard the freaks on Coast to Coast talking about HAARP. An American Military project specifically designed for mind control. Maybe I'm one of their guinea pigs?
"Let's see what happens if we give this guy the ability to predict songs on the radio and shows on TV
Last night while driving I met up with and passed by one of those historic vehicles that enthusiasts purchase and restore to take to conventions and car shows.
Sounds interesting so far I bet :)
It was a 1931 Chevrolet something-or-other. It looked really nice, I even commented to my passenger "Can you believe that people used to drive those things down these roads?"
Like most of you, I figured that would be the end of the story and most eventful happening during my ride. Instead, it was only the beginning of what was to become "Jcloth - To Serve and Protect". Watching this car in my rear view, this guys was driving all fucked up and at no point driving in a straight line. I watched him while he drifted towards a median and just dodged to miss it then immediately drifted into the next median, only this time actually driving over it in attempts to dodge out of the way. With safety in mind, from the left lane I turned right and off the main road onto a side street to let him pass. Turning back on the street and continuing to watch the erratic driving, I decided that I needed to get this guy off the road for his own or other people's safety, so I called 911 and explained the situation, remaining on the line with them until the car was pulled over by two officers. When the 911 agent asked "What kind of car is it?" I didn't even know what to say, so my best answer was that it was a ghetto old Model-T style car. She joked that the description really didn't help her, but I told her that I'm far too young to know what the hell was driving in front of me.
So, the car is pulled over and they eventually take that guy away for a DUI. To provide a statement, the officer asks that I sit in the back of his car. He has already taken my license for his report and I'm sitting in the back seat. Then he asks me to close the door because he "...wants to drive the car off the road." So I'm in the back of a squad car, door closed, being driven away with the light flashing! Luckily no one I know saw me :)
We didn't go very far, just into the plaza parking lot, but it was an experience. I had some observations though. First, there is no damn room to put your feet down in the back. I could just fit my right leg between the door and the seat but otherwise, I had to keep my left leg on the seat with me. Second, the windows can be controlled by the person in the back, so if the cops forget to disable the back windows, some douchebag could slip out.
Out of that entire experience, I'm glad that dumbass is off the road because he was a definite accident waiting to happen but I'm totally upset that my passenger didn't get out of my car and take a picture of me in the back of the police car. I totally would have leaned my head forward like you see everyone do when reporters try and take their picture.
Oh well, at least I got to call my parents and say, "can you believe it, two cop cars pulled us over and they put me in the back? My dad was pissed... for the few seconds until I told him the real story!!
Sounds interesting so far I bet :)
It was a 1931 Chevrolet something-or-other. It looked really nice, I even commented to my passenger "Can you believe that people used to drive those things down these roads?"
Like most of you, I figured that would be the end of the story and most eventful happening during my ride. Instead, it was only the beginning of what was to become "Jcloth - To Serve and Protect". Watching this car in my rear view, this guys was driving all fucked up and at no point driving in a straight line. I watched him while he drifted towards a median and just dodged to miss it then immediately drifted into the next median, only this time actually driving over it in attempts to dodge out of the way. With safety in mind, from the left lane I turned right and off the main road onto a side street to let him pass. Turning back on the street and continuing to watch the erratic driving, I decided that I needed to get this guy off the road for his own or other people's safety, so I called 911 and explained the situation, remaining on the line with them until the car was pulled over by two officers. When the 911 agent asked "What kind of car is it?" I didn't even know what to say, so my best answer was that it was a ghetto old Model-T style car. She joked that the description really didn't help her, but I told her that I'm far too young to know what the hell was driving in front of me.
So, the car is pulled over and they eventually take that guy away for a DUI. To provide a statement, the officer asks that I sit in the back of his car. He has already taken my license for his report and I'm sitting in the back seat. Then he asks me to close the door because he "...wants to drive the car off the road." So I'm in the back of a squad car, door closed, being driven away with the light flashing! Luckily no one I know saw me :)
We didn't go very far, just into the plaza parking lot, but it was an experience. I had some observations though. First, there is no damn room to put your feet down in the back. I could just fit my right leg between the door and the seat but otherwise, I had to keep my left leg on the seat with me. Second, the windows can be controlled by the person in the back, so if the cops forget to disable the back windows, some douchebag could slip out.
Out of that entire experience, I'm glad that dumbass is off the road because he was a definite accident waiting to happen but I'm totally upset that my passenger didn't get out of my car and take a picture of me in the back of the police car. I totally would have leaned my head forward like you see everyone do when reporters try and take their picture.
Oh well, at least I got to call my parents and say, "can you believe it, two cop cars pulled us over and they put me in the back? My dad was pissed... for the few seconds until I told him the real story!!
Feminism can be a useful and powerful mechanism of persuading people and changing minds if used in the right context. Friday's baseball game had feminism and it persuaded people. However, it persuaded them into thinking that the feminist was emotionally unstable. I shall explain...
The first incident involved a girl who in her previous at bat had watched all six pitches go by without swinging. To try and get a reaction I shouted to my pitcher, "don't worry, she doesn't swing at anything." Wouldn't you know, she swung and hit the very next pitch. Had it not been for a failed execution on defence, we would have had an out.
*I got the desired reaction*
The second incident involves the same girl above, plus one of her female teammates. This is when the blog title really hits home! So she's up again, but this time I shout, "don't worry, she's a looker not a swinger". In my head saying, "she doesn't swing the bat unless provoked". Well the girl on second base thought otherwise and started swearing in my direction. At first, I didn't even realize she was swearing at me. Once I caught on, I said the only offensive comment I made all night, "what feminist bullshit are you spewing? My god did that make her and other members of her team mad. A tubby guy who was coaching first base began threatening to beat me up. To that I responded with a simple, "whatever", but that only aggravated him more. He took that to the next level, as if the word whatever was a fighting word. "Oh yeah really, whatever? I'll come over there and kick your ass!", he said.
Out of this, who does the umpire single out to stop talking? Me, yet the guy shouting the threats had already insulted and threatened the umpire earlier in the game.
Anyway, the feminist on second base is eventually tagged out by me at third and walked into her bench swearing and complaining. I gave her the polite version of a shut up, "shadap" because she just kept going on and on. This of course fueled the fire more leading her to let out an insulting shreak that children kilometres away would be crying over due to the profanity. She then apparently started crying. I didn't catch that part cuz I was busy playing baseball :)
Walking back to my bench at the end of the inning, I had to cross paths with the guy who had threatened me. In typical moronic guy fashion, he comes up and bumps his chest against mine and says "I'll end you." To which I smiled and again said, "whatever!" At that moment, the pitcher on my team jumped between us to break up what was an apparent fight between myself, who is perfectly calm, and a moron who is upset over basically nothing.
Finally at the end of the game, we do the usual hand shaking "good game" routine, but as soon as I get up to the feminist, she pulls her hand away from me and shouts more profanity. To which one of the women on my team shouts, "good sportsmanship you bitch." It was at that second when the feminist turned into, what I can only describe as like the South Park boys fighting over Bebe when she got boobies. By that time I had already shook hands with the guy who threatened me. The feminist was going BANANAS!!! Swearing at people, having to be restrained and over all going insane. I told members of the other team that I was leaving and wanted no part of what was going on... but we all know me, I can't let something like this go without comment. So when she isolated me for what I had done, I pointed at her like a dominant male figure and said, "...but I got the desired reaction didn't I? After that comment she went even more bananas yet I by now had walked in the direction of my car. The really funny part was that when I had reached my car, the teams were still in arguement over what had happened and needing to be broken up. One feisty bitch on my team even called her a feminist as well :p
To react the way she did over a comment not even directed towards her shows that she's been scarred by some guy in the past. I wanna find that guy and give him a high-five for the good work. Except if he's in Virginia, because then it will be illegal!
The first incident involved a girl who in her previous at bat had watched all six pitches go by without swinging. To try and get a reaction I shouted to my pitcher, "don't worry, she doesn't swing at anything." Wouldn't you know, she swung and hit the very next pitch. Had it not been for a failed execution on defence, we would have had an out.
*I got the desired reaction*
The second incident involves the same girl above, plus one of her female teammates. This is when the blog title really hits home! So she's up again, but this time I shout, "don't worry, she's a looker not a swinger". In my head saying, "she doesn't swing the bat unless provoked". Well the girl on second base thought otherwise and started swearing in my direction. At first, I didn't even realize she was swearing at me. Once I caught on, I said the only offensive comment I made all night, "what feminist bullshit are you spewing? My god did that make her and other members of her team mad. A tubby guy who was coaching first base began threatening to beat me up. To that I responded with a simple, "whatever", but that only aggravated him more. He took that to the next level, as if the word whatever was a fighting word. "Oh yeah really, whatever? I'll come over there and kick your ass!", he said.
Out of this, who does the umpire single out to stop talking? Me, yet the guy shouting the threats had already insulted and threatened the umpire earlier in the game.
Anyway, the feminist on second base is eventually tagged out by me at third and walked into her bench swearing and complaining. I gave her the polite version of a shut up, "shadap" because she just kept going on and on. This of course fueled the fire more leading her to let out an insulting shreak that children kilometres away would be crying over due to the profanity. She then apparently started crying. I didn't catch that part cuz I was busy playing baseball :)
Walking back to my bench at the end of the inning, I had to cross paths with the guy who had threatened me. In typical moronic guy fashion, he comes up and bumps his chest against mine and says "I'll end you." To which I smiled and again said, "whatever!" At that moment, the pitcher on my team jumped between us to break up what was an apparent fight between myself, who is perfectly calm, and a moron who is upset over basically nothing.
Finally at the end of the game, we do the usual hand shaking "good game" routine, but as soon as I get up to the feminist, she pulls her hand away from me and shouts more profanity. To which one of the women on my team shouts, "good sportsmanship you bitch." It was at that second when the feminist turned into, what I can only describe as like the South Park boys fighting over Bebe when she got boobies. By that time I had already shook hands with the guy who threatened me. The feminist was going BANANAS!!! Swearing at people, having to be restrained and over all going insane. I told members of the other team that I was leaving and wanted no part of what was going on... but we all know me, I can't let something like this go without comment. So when she isolated me for what I had done, I pointed at her like a dominant male figure and said, "...but I got the desired reaction didn't I? After that comment she went even more bananas yet I by now had walked in the direction of my car. The really funny part was that when I had reached my car, the teams were still in arguement over what had happened and needing to be broken up. One feisty bitch on my team even called her a feminist as well :p
To react the way she did over a comment not even directed towards her shows that she's been scarred by some guy in the past. I wanna find that guy and give him a high-five for the good work. Except if he's in Virginia, because then it will be illegal!
What's up with that?
