the women in knocked up are so fucking annoying. and even more fucking annoying is that this is probably reality. there are women out there who expect men to be mind-readers. that their guy shouldn’t hang out with their friends — because their friends are so obviously greasy unwashed peasants. their guy should sacrifice silenty for family just because women do so. like, who told you you had to suffer silenty in the first place? you have a mouth, use it already. and why the fuck do women feel that, just because they’re pregnant, they somehow deserve unconditional, irrevocable support on everything they say and do? people who do this silent hypocrisy shit make me want to punch something. preferrably them.
February 28, 2009
February 23, 2009
holy shit i laughed so hard i spit on the monitor *.
i want to beat Edward Cullen with a stick.
* the last time i laughed so hard i spit on the monitor was, like, Never.
oh fine dammit eons later i’m kind of getting sucked into jordan’s wot epic. what is this series? like 11 books or something? 11 ginormous tomes. which, when stacked end-on-end, is about the size and height of a baby elephant. wtfbbq. marathon reading sessions start…NOW.
last day of freeeeedooohhhhhmmmmm til classes (the totally hurl-worthy kind) start again tomorrow. i’m bringing my laptop. cuz no farkin way will i stay awake listening to the saga of debits and credits. like seriously, wtf people. i don’t even do my own taxes. i pay extraneously every year just so someone else can punch in the numbers for me. the fact that i’m even going back to this accounting shit is a sad commentary on society, economics, and my life. accounting is teh sux0rs. fantastic extrapolism FTW.
February 20, 2009
antioxidants ftw. out of all the vitamins and nutrients and schmart-sounding terminology, antioxidant is the coolest.
and it just struck me that there is an army of nutritionists out there extolling antioxidants but oxygen bars are so popular. wtf people!!!
February 18, 2009
fat lot of good new shoes did me …spazzed out in pain the first time on the lane. oh wells. at least i’m now forced to learn how to use my hands to control the direction of the ball. and how to use upper body strength only because i can’t bend too much. ass-backwards learning. nice. this exercise thing is like, a lot of work and stuff(!!).
February 13, 2009
it started out as a feeling
which then grew into a hope
which then turned into a quiet thought
which then turned into a quiet word
and then that word grew louder and louder
’til it was a battle cry
i’ll come back
when you call me
no need to say goodbye
just because everything’s changing
doesn’t mean it’s never
been this way before
all you can do is try to know
who your friends are
as you head off to the war
pick a star on the dark horizon
and follow the light
you’ll come back
when it’s over
no need to say good bye
you’ll come back
when it’s over
no need to say good bye
now we’re back to the beginning
it’s just a feeling and no one knows yet
but just because they can’t feel it too
doesn’t mean that you have to forget
let your memories grow stronger and stronger
’til they’re before your eyes
you’ll come back
when they call you
no need to say good bye
you’ll come back
when they call you
no need to say good bye
February 11, 2009
no strikes, light bruises on right thumb knuckle, arms sore, left foot seizing up.
but.
scored a pair of pink dexters.
next week i’m bringing bottled water. cuz guzzling down soda just negates all the calories burned.
people are so stupid about valentine’s day. expecting your partner to behave in a certain socially-accepted norm is disrespectful of who they are. if your boy has not performed to your expected v-day requirements without your pre-informing them, then Break. Up. cuz that boy is better off without you.
comic con room booked! with a bay view!! not the ivy…but free internets and bay view!! can’t ever be too bad. i’m saving over 2 grand here by not staying at the ivy. i can deal with that…because the 2 grand is going to vegas. golden nugget is now feasible. yee-haw.
February 9, 2009
February 8, 2009
transferred to new external successfully. i even dusted around the computer desk. 1tb of space. zomg. that sounds so crazy.
all that remains is to clean jb’s cpu fan and whatnot. so he doesn’t make loud whirring noises even when on standby. today has been somewhat useful.
called at&t only to find out that i’m super-duh and didn’t restart the wireless router. wtf. man i’m stupid sometimes.
shout-out to mark at at&t anyways because he didn’t laugh at my duh-ness. thanks man, i felt like you were laughing with me instead of at me.
defrag went AWESOME. auslogics disk defrag rules. i rule too for not installing massive crap in jedibob. thus far, only the os drive is 4% fragmentation and suprisingly the external is 0%. brand-name internal organs are totally worth the price. jedibob may be outdated but his outdated parts run smooth like butter still.
ok maybe he’s just missing a dvd drive that works.
attempting now to full system scan for viruses, defrag all drives, migrate to new external, and clean jedibob’s cpu fan. oh crap today sucks.
dinner last night was: luscious naked shrimp salad. chinese broccoli and crispy pork stirfry. if i didn’t shovel in the foods so fast, i wouldn’t have gotten a headache after. but oh man, the first 15 minutes of speed eating was So Damn Delish. diced garlic for all.
February 7, 2009
it doesn’t matter if the economy is good or bad — the fact that you made the conscious decision to have so many children without first securing the means for their well-being is what’s causing everyone to be pissed off at you.
you know what those national treasure movies are good for? they remind me of how much i love the presidents of old. i used to love abe and jefferson exclusively. abe is who i aspire to be and jefferson is who i am. (so yieah okay, i aspire highly and am not content to simply find mirrors of myself in, say, literary characters. in fact, i don’t think i have yet found a literary character i see myself in.) jackson was a jerk. teddy was more amazing personality than president (though he was so many miles above so many others). fdr was brainy but eltist. his wife is still the best first lady ever. jfk never got the chance to grow up. wilson is a good-looking snob. brainy but a snob. truman deserves a lot more credit than he was given for completely pwning the end of ww2. lyndon deserves more praise than censure for holding shit together as best as he could. stop bitching about nixon because he’s so thoroughly americana through and through. clinton rode off of luck half the time and was clever enough to take advantage properly. dudes, it wasn’t hoover’s fault (too much). reagan was smart but only about certain things and those were the only things he did good at. dammit bush jr., you just made me sad and frustrated.
the most curious thing of all is that i used to think of washington as mr. vanilla bland. then the recent election furor brought all the fawning over the oval office to a rise again and a tidbit here and a tidbit there has shown me that washington seriously kicked ass. not just as a soldier boy no, but as a brain that exercised amazing common sense. i am in awe of that. i now add another prez to my list of prez idols.
two peeps who were way too smart to take the office and i wish they did: ben franklin and colin powell.
February 6, 2009
for whatever reason, i remember more about proteins than anything else. i remember side chains, denaturing, amino acids, peptide bonds, blah blah blah. weird. denaturing was soldered into my head when i cooked an egg in lab. possibly the only lab i ever had in which i actually remembered the concept tested. proteins are crazy thingies.
congrats to me on receiving a truck-load of asshole today.
you know, people hate doing customer service because end-users are generally dumb. i lose patience with dumb but at least the majority of the dumb are nice people. clueless — but nice. i can deal with nice though it comes attached with extreme dumb, or even a dose of Stubborn.
but Dumb + Stubborn + Asshole REALLY pushes my limit. why the fuck do people feel compelled to go through life unloading unreasonably on everyone?! seriously. what the fuck is wrong with you that you can’t extend a little courtesy to well-meaning third-parties? i KNOW i’m not an unreasonable, poor customer service. customers call and email me back just to say thanks. customers will stay on hold forever because they only want to talk me. i am Awesome at my job because i don’t ever throw it in anyone’s face. so.
Hey You Bitch Lady and Your Son with the Terminal Brain Malfunction:
Incessant screaming at me only proves how classless and utterly deplorable a human being you are. You are all that exemplifies what is wrong with capitalist society. You are what makes all other ethnicities look down on us Chinese. My company’s service is not at fault because you were a rude bitch on the phone from the first time I ever heard your voice — so don’t start on how you’re mad only because we don’t service you right.
Your son is a fucking liar. You are paying a bajillion dollars for a Berkeley education that is amounting to nothing because all the CS and EE majors in the world will never learn your idiot child how to Google-research. Don’t tell me about how busy he is — it is now THE MIDDLE OF FEBRUARY and his ass is NOT at school. God knows what he’s actually studying if he can’t even figure out why an enterprise software relies on MS SQL instead of MySQL. Even I know the difference and I’m so not an expert in this stuff. The fact that I even have to explain where to find export functions in Peachtree to him speaks volumes of his lazy ineptitude. It’s not rocket science. Logging on today just to see him find out how to export WITHIN FIVE MINUTES was such a fucking waste of everyone’s time.
NO COMPANY IN THE WORLD ever hands you everything on a plate, irregardless of the initial sales pitch. Every company draws a line at where their collaboration ends, be it for cost or for the simple fact that what is requested is impossible to implement. I’ve worked with hundreds of customers who have the decency and courtesy to respect those boundaries. They may not always get what they want but they also don’t call 50 times a day screamming on the phone about poor service. Your refusal to give a little in the spirit of business cooperation is your daily proof to everyone who picks up your calls how inadequate a human being you are. Furthermore, just because you don’t agree with my boss is no reason to take it out on his employees. Being rude, unprofessional and accusatory to everyone will never win you any sympathizers in this group. We all just dislike you. A WHOLE FUCKING LOT.
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if you recognize yourself to be the addressee of above letter, rest assured that if i ever see you in person, i will kick you so hard in the crotch that your kidneys come out your eye holes. this is to save the rest of humanity from your reprobate asshole ever reproducing again and spreading your dirty genes all over the place.
February 3, 2009
why are we wasting money and time debating over the extension of the analog telly?! why!?!?! you’ve got a shit load of stuff on your plate obama — this really should be the least of everything. it shouldn’t even be on your dinner table dammit. switch to digital on the 17th. period. extend the coupon offer till the end of 2009. PROBLEM SOLVED. tough shit if you aren’t ready yet. because A) they’ve been advertising the coupon deal for AN ENTIRE YEAR now. B) with the coupon, the converter box is 15 bucks. C) can’t afford it? starve yourself out of a couple mickey d meals and you’ll find the cash. D) lost your coupons? find a friend who got them you idiot!! everyone got sent two coupons!!! E) still can’t make the deadline? LIVE WITHOUT TELEVISION. you have radio ferchrissakes.
people can afford to swing about town with pricey cell phones and eat shit loads of fast food but can’t find the time and cash to spend 15 bucks at target. the government governs your ass, it is not your babysitter.
February 2, 2009
do i really need this? of course not. i don’t even play pool. but for the sake of owning a glass+steel object, by god i will learn to hit those candy-colored balls with that exaggerated chopstick thing.
this is quite possibly the freest i’ve felt since starting this job. in spite of skool engagements and the usual responsibilities of life, i actually feel like i have Free Time ™. damn i hope this feeling lasts.