>_< Sandy

Easily the best representation of Hurricane Sandy

I absolutely despise how it's been so long since this topic had to be talked about. I've had some major things to do at work and for now it seems like a good time to lay it all out, shoot the breeze. A strong breeze. Like 120 mph breeze. BOOM! Hurricane Sandy. Sweet transition, I deserve a prize. But for now all I get is more time to type, so let's get going.

My experience with Sandy was a little worse than everyone else around here, but certainly not the worst. I believe there are still people who are suffering the effects, and to them I wish them god speed and also a speedier recovery. So the Sunday before Sandy, I didn't even know there was a Hurricane coming. If it was anything like Irene (that two-timing bitch), I had already put little to no concern on the aftermath. I know that Irene beat up a lot of people, but for me I wasn't affected so much so I guess Sandy took the time to adjust karma levels. I was actually working the very last shift I would ever have at CVS. Your basic 9-5, and I stayed an extra hour because of all the hurricane hustle and bustle, and also the new Pharmacist was still getting used to the flow of the store. 6 o'clock came running along and you could see the skies getting dark and the wind picking up. I had realized there was in fact a hurricane coming. Still scoffed at how weak it was though (this might have been my demise). Driving down the parkway, it was darker than usual at the time of day so I picked up speed, got home, and snuggled up nicely in my bed. Since Irene gave a double dose of paranoia to the east coast, classes and work had already been cancelled. I slept soundly that night knowing I could sleep in, and only woke up a couple times to the sound of strong (but not that strong) wind.

Monday morning came and power still here. I took a look outside my bedroom window and everything seemed to be ok. Lots of leaves on the ground, the weak lawn ornaments were knocked down. Still had power. It was great. By then I was also under the impression that Sandy would roll on through Sunday and Monday. Didn't know it would kind of peak into Tuesday as well. With that in mind I made some preparations to potentially be off another day and just RELAXED my butt off. I was in the middle of playing Kirby with my sister when it happened. The flicker, the dimming lights. BOOM. It had begun. My life in darkness.

Pictured: DARKNESS

It was about 1 PM when the lights went. I still had the rest of the natural sunlight before nightfall. The family gathered the flashlights and candles, I readied the blankets. Power saving options were made for phones, iPads, and hand held video games. It was like planning for war. I recall having a big lunch so I could get through dinner. By the time night came, the real tests of courage and wit were initiated. The first night was ok, just your regular average every day night without power. A good nights rest and the power would be back on the next day...

Except it wasn't. Day two was still ok, a haircut earlier in the month didn't allow my hair to get too oily too quickly. There wasn't much movement, so no sweating occurred. Just stayed in bed all day playing our handhelds, dozing off every once in awhile. Getting up to eat was something to get used to, even on day two. Leftovers were eaten cold, and food as prepared with the intent of being served cold. This is where the family started to worry about our situation. I was still under the influence of "we'll get the power back soon," but my family had already started seeing what could and could not be eaten within the next couple days. Without power, no fridge. No fridge, less food - spoiled food. Lucky for us we have a gas stove, so we fried up as much of the meat we could. That was all the cooking that was done for today. We couldn't cook after nightfall.

When the time came, everyone gathered around and lit candles. I decided to start a new file of Ocarina of Time. Being in bed all day meant hours of playing through the night. Actually I believe I just got the first three stones before the whole "staring at light in the dark makes you tired" kind of thing. Day 3 was more or less the same thing. Bed all day, cold food, no shower, playing video games. Luckily for my parents they still had to work so they could escape the prison that was now my own home. What's worse is that phones started to die, and handhelds were soon starting to go also. It was later on that day that I probably realized that we were in this for the long run.

Day four was a relief. After days of no showering, we had come into contact with some family who had no power, but hot water. So sis and I (mom had been showering at work, and dad was too busy working) made it our business to get on over there and take advantage of the situation. Driving there was like driving through a different world. Trees and lines fallen, leaves EVERYWHERE, and really no one in sight. It was like Ichabod Crane and the Great Pumpkin from Charlie Brown had a mud wrestling match while the cast of Angry Beavers filmed using equipment made of wood. Also Whispy Woods was the referee.


 After a well deserved shower by the candle light, we stuck around enjoying the company of other family as the day went away. We indulged in some ramen, card games, and good times. It really leaked the stress out, and made they day go by way faster. By nightfall sis and I were on our way back, to misery... and darkness. By this time we were kind of living on day to day updates about university closings and work closings... day five was kind of the "ok we're probably going to be out the rest of the week type update." That morning we had needed another shower. We certainly weren't going to drive the distance we had yesterday, but we found that our other cousin who lives much closer also had hot water, but no power. So we took it upon ourselves to go there, spend some more time with family. This was a shower by flashlight, which was a good change of pace, and afterwards we got to talking about gas prices.

Apparently, it had gotten to the point where people were so gas hungry, that they had to split getting gas by the license plate you had. Even #'d plates (last number) could only get gas on even numbered days. Same goes for odd. Zero is an even number (don't even know why that was even an issue) and custom plates were considered odd.

Guess that goes without saying.

Luckily for me, I filled up on the Sunday before Sandy, so I was good. My cousin would make the trip down to Pennsylvania with his girlfriend just to avoid the fuss and the wait. Which is a good idea considering everyone around here would probably sell their own child just to get further up in the gas line. So many reports where people would get into fights about gas. This is all just from not having it for a couple of days. I understand gas is necessary for work and getting where you need to be. Imagine if we had gone without food and water. This place would be a mess. Instead of trying to be civilized and ration anything we have out, we have to fight for it like a pack of wild dogs. I digress...

We had saw that a couple of electricians were working on the power line across the street from where my cousin lived. That's always a good sign. I took the liberty to finish up my game of OoT (in record time). After the shower and the welcoming we had gone back to the house where we started throwing away even more stuff. Did the usual night in and when we awoke, we got the call that our cousin got his power back. Celebrations were had. I believe by then it was Friday/Saturday so I spent that night drinking a bit and taking in all my charged electronics and heated rooms and just all around luxury.

I fell asleep after a viewing of The Avengers, and had a warm sofa to sleep into. It was amazing. By then I had learned that work and school were going to be a thing following that Monday. The extra commute didn't bother me so much, at least we had electricity. Things went on as normal, but it soon became bittersweet. When the rest of my family started staying at my cousins, it became a little too crowded and a little too loud. During bedtime especially. BECAUSE OF ALL THE GODDAMN SNORING. Ok yes I am guilty of snoring from time to time, but this was a whole new level of snoring. It was like hearing a Snorlax orgy with Thomas the Tank Engine anally raping Optimus Prime. Barely got any rest that week. I had an arsenal of throw pillows at my side to chuck at the offender if it got too loud.

"Joo betta knock dat shit off  Jamal or u aint gettin dark chocolate tonight."

Our family had waited a total of 10 days to get the power back to our house. By then some of our fish died, our banana trees wilted, all our food gone. Trees were fallen, sidings were blown away. It was worse because there was another storm, a snow storm that hit during the process. Delayed the power even longer. By the time were out of it, there was just a lot to take in, and little time to do so. Eventually everything went back to normal. Some people to this day are still recovering (and this post took me weeks to type up). I wanted to write this out not only to remember the experience but to offer my opinion about something.

You always see commercials for disaster relief donations, and I bet you always think twice about making a donation, and whether you do or don't you'll get a different perspective out of it when you are part of the disaster. I get that my experience wasn't the worst of it by far, but it really gives you a new way to look at situations like this. I have to admit though, as I was listening to the radio I was starting to get annoyed. The station had made it known to everyone that they were going to help with cleanup and things. Donations obviously greatly appreciated. They had asked people to call in and see what they needed - blankets, trash bags, etc. That's all well and dandy and I'm sure they were happy to help. I was ok with everything until one lady called in. Instead of sounding like she was asking for it, it almost seemed like she was demanding it.

"We need blankets, we need bags, we need diapers, we need food - but nothing in cans cuz we ain't got nothing to open it with..." blah blah and more of that. I'm like bitch, you are gonna take what you get and you'll appreciate it. I get that you need help, just be humble about it. You're lucky to even have someone listening, cuz I would drive by your area, look at it, comment about how bad it is, and just move right along.

That'll buff riiiiight out...

We needed to change the windows anyway.. and the door... and the roof.

And well - ... you know this one's your problem.

I'm just saying to appreciate what you have left, and be thankful for what help you're receiving. This hurricane really put that into perspective for me. It was a long strange journey... but it was definitely an experience. It'll show what things you hold as a priority. It'll show how much other people care about you. It'll show life and society for what it really is on the inside - good and bad. Live for the moment, cuz you don't know what's coming your way.

Whatta bitch

ta ta kids

>_< Cancer Beauty

You know what I'm talking about. From here on out this post is nothing but a little of bit of tough love, and some understanding on everyones part. I need some patience from everyone, because the things I plan to say may seem harsh, but as previously stated, needs some understanding. Let's talk real quick about what beauty is: different from everyone. Who I find attractive may be extremely different from who you find attractive and that's the beauty of human nature. You could be ugly as sin, but let me tell you ugly person - someone is going to find your ugly butt incredibly attractive.

Pictured: Beauty
(to someone) ... right? ... anyone?

Alright, it's time to real talk - what I came here for. I've been in a very bloggy mood lately, and I'm glad I have a lot to say. Theres a hurricane sandy one coming up, but let's wait until I have water and power back. *sigh ... but I digress. Looking through some popular pictures on instagram, I came across a picture of a fairly young girl, with a shaved head. Looking through the comments I'm seeing a majority of "OMG you're so beautiful." For one reason or another my mind automatically thinks, "there's something wrong with this chick." Horrible thing to say, right? But wouldn't you know it, she's got cancer. Before sh*t hits the fan, you should know that I was scrolling through the comments and I found one brave (or ignorant) soul that managed to leave this spicy comment: "wtf you're so UGLY." Boy did he hear it from everyone. In here lies the problem...

Apparently the imaginary line for beauty doesn't exist after some point. I understand that with chemo, amputees, bad scars, burns, etc  it can really deform your face or appearance. With  women especially it probably takes a huge hit on their confidence/psyche. The last thing that person needs is someone to call them ugly. I mean, come on... it's bad enough that they've gone through so much you don't have to remind them that right now isn't their best looking state. That's the argument for the defense here. Everyone jumping on the CANCER bandwagon (including me) telling this person off for being so insensitive. I'm jumping on here and not in the instagram comments, because my scumbag-brain suddenly has this thought:

fo 'real doe she ain't dat good lookin.

WTF brain?!?! ... and that's when I decided to write about the topic. This brave soul, most likely had no idea - like me at first - that this girl had a condition. He expresses his opinion like everyone else on the internet. My problem with this is that your average everyday people - even me - get called ugly sometimes... most times... whatever. But since your average everyday person - like me - doesn't have a condition then it becomes ok to follow through with this opinion, and have other support it. I took a look at this girl. She COULD be pretty, with hair. That's just the cold hard truth. Since I assume the chemo has affected her hair, then she has needed to shave it and I'm going to go ahead and say it's not a good look for her. Obviously though she can own up to it and wear it with both pride and confidence. I guess it's in there where her beauty shines through. From a physical d-bag standpoint, she's not really the best out of the bunch.

What I'm trying to get at here is that when knowing if a person is suffering from some tragedy that affects they way someone looks, we help maintain their psyche and confidence by always reminding them how strong and - especially if they're a girl - BEAUTFUL they are by saying so. I have an idea what girls are like, they'll always say someone or something that person is wearing is pretty and will turn to her friends and instantly take it back after the moment passes. I wonder if these people proclaiming beauty actually mean it, or if they just use it as a comforting lie to maintain peace...

I'd lilke to end by saying the person calling the cancer patient ugly was in no way wrong (however mean it was). HOWEVER, in that particualr situation with a public forum, you might want to keep to yourself first.

ta ta kids

>_< THE RESULTS

So unless you're living under a rock, you've probably already checked to see who won the election. I'd like to remind everyone that I still don't really know what I'm talking about in terms of politics or anything, so if I get anything wrong (and I probably will) please feel free to POLITELY educate me. I don't really think I'll go down into the nitty-gritty, I just wanted to express my opinion on the results. DISCLAIMER: I don't really affiliate with any political party. I don't know the issues, the people behind the issues, etc. I neither hate nor like obama, and same goes with romney. I don't even care to capitalize their names. I will from now on though. Promise.

So when you google election results, you're greeted with news stating Obama was re-elected and then you take a scan at the numbers. 50% to 48%. (Yes I know it's 98%... I think something happened in Florida... something always happens in Florida)

What a dick.

I'm all for majority rules and stuff, but when choosing the leader of our country... I think it should probably be a little more one-sided than 50:48, don't you? I know it goes without saying, but if you had 100 people in a room, 50 would want Obama, and 48 would want Romney. I guess I'll be part of the leftovers. If you upscale that number to USA size... we're talking a pretty undecided country here. I know there's a lot of number crunching involved, about which states have more electoral votes, if each voted is weighted differently based on population... a lot of stuff a normal person doesn't have time for. I'm just looking at it from the surface, 50 to 48. It just doesn't do it for me for some reason. I hope I'm not the only one who thinks so. Even worse, when you look at the breakdown by state, Obama took 25 states to Romneys 24. And Florida was grey becasue it's a little bitch.

Thanks to some fine print in the rules that basically gives more "pull" towards more populous or whatever states then Obama was able to win. So where does that really leave America? With a leader that technically only kinda half wants him there. At least that's the way I see it.

Again, I'm neither pro or anti Obama. I want a President who can impact my life. Maybe I'm still too young to understand, but I don't think my life would change 4 years ago with McCain, nor do I think it will change 4 years from now with anyone else. I'm still going to pay my taxes, fill up my gas tank, go to work, raise a family and do what I can to get by. Sure I'll complain about how high gas is, how much is getting taken away from my paycheck... but what is there that I can do? I can't run up to Obama, slap him in the face and demand lower gas prices.

Who could argue with that face?

America surely is the land of the free, but the most important group of people lack a voice. The voice comes from a rep who has already been jaded with his power. Like I said previously, ultimately it doesn't freaking matter. No one normal working-man voice is going to change anything. Suck it up and move on with your life.

>_< ROCK THE VOTE (Don't tip the vote over?)

Lay it out on the table first. I don't really have a lot of knowledge on how America works when it comes to politics and elections. I did take a high school history class, and they did teach me... but if I actually cared I would remember. So know that from here on out, I'm just kind of talking out of what I know. Please feel free to educate me, but in a educating manner. Don't get on your soap box and start preaching what I should and should not do. Thanks much! Now without further ado...

I don't vote. I don't know if I ever will vote. I understand that voting is one of the rights we have as free Americans and we should practice that right for "the good of our nation" and all that patriotic bull crap, but when it really comes down to it... does it really matter? Does my vote, the one with my name on it... does it really matter if I put it into the slot or not? Does it matter if I send it in? Here's a quick understanding of how I think this whole electing our president goes. I remember it being clearer when Obama got his first term but now I guess it's a little more fuzzy.

So each state has some kind of representative that indicates whether or not it's going to be Republican or Democrat. From these reps, the bigger guys see where the country is leaning toward and make a decision based on there own decision. And the majority wins. Bigger states have more votes in the Electoral College. I believe NJ has 14 this year (after looking it up). Anywho, if it's tied, then it goes to the house and then my voice is heard even less. My question is, where does my vote matter? I'm aware that people in the electoral college pledge to vote based on popularity, but it seems (at least in NJ) that we're going to go Democrat, whether I vote or not. So again I ask, what does it matter?

Maybe I'm too young to see the impact of a new/returning president. I think someone needs to physically show me that my vote matters in order for me to get up and actually do it. I've had a huge problem with the "voice of the people" ever since the occupy movements. Mainly - we ultimately don't have one. Countrywide, people were protesting and bitching about the 1% instead of actually going to work and doing something and, yes, it DID get media attention and it did inspire some people. However, what was the outcome? People were pepper sprayed and sent to jail thinking they were standing up for a good cause, and yet there isn't anything to show for it. Seeing all of this unfold it's not that hard to see that even if a mass group of people come together for one cause... if any one of the "big guys" doesn't want change to happen, it won't happen.

For me that goes with this whole election scheme. People are given the illusion of power, when the ballots are probably connected directly into a paper shredder. This country has already elected it's president, MONTHS maybe YEARS ago. I firmly believe we have no say in who gets to be put in a future Social Studies textbook. If I'm wrong, then I'll be happy to listen as to why.

On another note, I just visited doesmyvotematter.org. When I selected my state, "Assuming 3,868,237 people vote in New Jersey, the chance of your vote mattering is 1 in 17 Billion." 17 Billion. That's not enough of an argument to even consider voting. It goes on to explain why, and it's exactly as I put. Unless we're a hugely contested "swing state" then most likely the state is going to vote the way it's always voted. NJ has voted Democrat in the last 5 elections. So there.

Some people are happy to vote, and I'm not going to convince you not to. Just know where I stand. It really doesn't matter.

ta ta kids.

>_< Let's Get Ranty.

So I try to keep this blog fairly informative. It seems like it's going over the humor side of things. This is probably all the hours reading through cracked articles, but none the less sometimes I don't even know why I bother trying to find a good voice for this blog. I mean it IS called Random-osity. So it should have whatever I freaking feel like typing up! AND YOU KNOW WHAT? You're gonna listen.. or read! So for now let's get a little ranty. I promise you will enjoy it.

Let's start with a story. I'm at a friends surprise party. Alcohol was present. Good times were had. No big deal. Early on I found out the host of the party was known for having parents take away keys for those who would take part in the consumption of alcoholic beverages. With this being said I knew the following:

1. I was going to drink.
2. I was going to go home.

No big deal. Pretty easy to follow, yes? So the party happens and the drinks were consumed, and things continue on when it starts getting to be that time where I have to go home. Luckily for me, I was still in the possession of my keys and I was told not to drive home until I "sobered up." Excuse me for one second as I toot my own horn.

Nazis made it look so easy.

I can hold my alcohol. I don't go around bragging about it to everyone though. It's a peeve of mine for people to accuse me of being drunk when I just get a little more social, which is the case when I drink.There have been only a few times in my life where I shouldn't have consumed the necessary amount. Most of the times I wasn't driving, and not even allowed to drive due to being pretty young. It's going to take more that a couple shots of vodka, ~3-4 failed black and blues and a couple bottles of beer to take me down (which is what I had consumed at the party). Let's continue.

I wanted to go home. I had to go home. There were fun and exciting things waiting for me there, and also I had work in the morning. It was only 10ish (the party had started at around 3) and I had already been sober for hours. Of course the host was having none of it. So as I exited the hot tub (oh btw there was a hot tub), I went to change my clothes downstairs and I left. No goodbyes. Just *poof gone. The hosts' parents were out to dinner. So I wasn't going to deal with having permission to leave. The days go by and finally I get a "good talking to" about how I shouldn't have done what I've done and I partially ruined parents trust blah blah blah. Let's start the rant.

You're 19. You can barely get through 2 drinks without being on the floor, without throwing food at someone, without making yourself look like an idiot. Before I continue on, I'll play your hand for a sec. That's what I like to do. So when I was "getting my ass handed" by your soap box lecture I was really seeing it from your perspective and I meant what I said when I stood there, in the drizzle saying "I understand" with an honest - all be it sarcastic - tone of voice. If I were to host a party, top priority is to make sure people have a place to go, and can be safe afterward. That's just being a good host. Whether or not parents are involved is another rant. Either way, I appreciate the concern for my well-being. Let's continue.

I'm 23. An adult, who can clearly take care of himself much better than you do, judging by the bleak future of unemployment this country has set up for you. Stated earlier, I can hold my alcohol. You are in no position to accuse me of being drunk and scold me for being irresponsible. You are not qualified to talk to me like that. I know my limits, I know what I can and can not do. I'm on that Hinduism "my body, my temple" type shit. If I say I'm ok to drive, let me go and let me handle the repercussions myself. I'm not your responsibility after I leave, regardless whether you know or not. Next time you want to scold me for driving around "drunk," take a good look at yourself around the sauce. Trust me, you look terrible.

Actually, this is a pretty accurate representation.

If you were to get anything out of this, I would say yes - it was rude to leave without saying goodbye or without your knowing. If I had to stand there trying to convince the goddess of alcohol and all things responsible to let me go, I would've been late for work. That's a fancy way of saying it'd take all night. Because it would. Because you're terrible. This may just be me also, but I feel that you and I haven't been getting along. I don't know what I did to upset you, but if you've got it out for me then it's probably high time for us to just not be friends anymore, or at least take it out on the court. I've been trying to. LOL

/rant

ta ta kids

>_< Errday I'm Stumbling

I made myself a nice cup of hot peppermint mocha. I sat down here at my desk and I just... felt the urge to write something. Whether or not it's my subconscious trying to make it seem like I'm actually doing real work is a whole 'nother story. As I sip on through my mocha, all business style, I stumbledUpon some interesting things. I will continue to describe the interesting ones as I go along. Trust me. This will be a good series. Much better than Something to Type About. Without the puns. Ok with the puns... maybe. I just love a good pun.

Pictured: Pun

1. An image that reads: "It's not that I don't believe in love, I'm a very strong believer in it actually, I'm just deathly terrified that it won't believe in me."
• Preaching to the choir kid. Love has always been such a touchy subject for those I feel who have been really hurt by it. Those who have not, aren't moved by quotes like the ones above. They just don't understand. I can't decide whether or not to envy them, or to feel sorry for them. Love and the hurt that comes with it is an experience I feel everyone should have at least once.
2. Khloe Kardashian is going to host X-Factor.
• To be honest there was some other name in there that just doesn't matter because I need a mini rant about the KKK (that's the Kardashians: Kim, Khloe, and Kal'el son of Krypton). I'm not a fan. The fact that their media attention started solely on a sex tape, and continued to grow because society just loves to watch people fail is... impressive. We love to hate them, and people for some reason just love to love them. You have to give them credit, they milk our society bone dry, and in the process have become marketing and media geniuses. Still hate them though. Except Kal-El. He's pretty cool.

  

  So cool.

  
3. StumbleUpon crashed. See? Isn't this exciting?
4. .gif of Honey Boo Boo's mom flailing around.
• The fact that I even know who Honey Boo Boo is now is an absolute travesty to our soceity. We're talking the lowest of the low tier of forced media based entertainment here. I get that they're an interesting family because they're home planet refuses to take them back, but I don't want my children to grow up in a world aspiring to be... well this:




Just look at that snout.


5. Music Playing condoms.
• according to the article, some dudes in Sweden have implanted a mini loudspeaker and motion sensor on the condoms upper cuff. The volume varies based on the intensity of the session. And the sound varies on the emotional intimacy. So if I were to have it, "All by Myself" would be playing on max volume.
6. Man tried to pay $137 expired inspection tickets with origami folded pig dollars in donut boxes.
• The description itself was amusing to type out. Theres a video on YouTube if you'd like to search it, but it ended in the poor guy having to unfold his bills to pay it because it would take too long for the workers to do it themselves.. some "time is money" bs. Let's do a half and half opinion on this bad boy, because I like to do that. On the one hand, what this guy did in a statement to all "pigs" everywhere is pretty ballsy, and awesome. I think there is a real problem with our officers sometimes and they need a good slap in the face. On the other hand, allowing workers trudge along their work for something you FAILED to do is just downright unfair. I'm recalling an incident where one person decided to pay his tow fine in pennies, brought along some lawyer to justify that it's legal tender and they had to take it. I'm not exactly sure how this is different (besides the blatant mockery of officers everywhere) but the Judge on his trial stated "if I let him get away with it, this kind of thing would happen all the time." If the ticket wasn't your fault then by all means go for it. In this case, just keep your car inspected. Pranks like these just... aren't kosher. OMGWTFHAHAHAHAAHAHROFLROFLROFL.
7. A man walks into a bar and asks for a drink of water. The bartender thinks for a minute, pulls out a gun and points it at him. That man says "thank you" and walks out.
• It's a brain teaser. The guy has hiccups. I was never good at these, but there are plenty more on the site that I'm just not willing to go through.

Well that took me till lunch. Which turned out to be an awesome time killer. Don't get me wrong I was actually doing work sometimes. This was just something on the off chance I had a few more pages to stumble. It got my writing juices squeezed too. Wonderful. Let's do it again sometime.

ta ta kids.

>_< Silver Spoons

Here's a fact: some people are blessed with a good upbringing. Others are not. Some have had the opportunities to be financially stable and therefore had an easier time growing up. Others have not. Some people could take full advantage of the educational system offered in the good 'ol USA. Some can not. Finally, some people despise those who are fortunate. Are those people right to? Maybe. Though they really should try to get the whole story first before being so quick to judge, because you'll just end up looking like the jolly green giant. Except you're jealous. Jealous green giant. Lettuce green giant. I don't know where this is going.

What a jerk.

The common phrase for those who are born a little more than just well off are said to be "born with a silver spoon (in his/her mouth)." Implying of course the spoon is primarily used in the mouth. Silver back then was apparently a sign of wealth, and if you could afford to eat with silver spoons (or be fed by them) you might as well be suckling the teat of the Gods. Drink up that delicious nectar. I don't know why everyone is beating around the bushes, let's just call this group of people spoiled. No spoons involved. We'll keep the silver though. We need those. For werewolves.

Die demon!

If you haven't guessed already, I've struck up a conversation with that same co-worker referred to a couple of posts ago. Another hot topic that's brought up between our different upbringings. I grew up in a well-off (NOT RICH) town in Jersey, while he spent most of his childhood in Southern Ohio. Yes, it was very different, but I'm not one to brag about how well I was brought up. He and I got to know each other on this basis, and I guess it didn't really seem to bother him until one day a co-worker and I were discussing some physical chemistry and he happened to listen upon it. (You should know that he only has an Associates Degree). He had mentioned how he was never taught, and somehow it spiraled into this whole rant about pride. A quick disclaimer: I reserve the right to my own opinions, but will never discourage you about the pride you carry.

Let's get one thing straight. Everyone is or has the opportunity to be better at something than you, and they have a right to. The way this rant went seemed to me like he was justifying his life for not growing up as well off as I or my other co-worker did. He would go on to say how he could win in a fight, how he's seen death, mocking society by belittling them - and consequently us - through his devout faith in Christianity (I may have used some words wrong in that), all in all he was defending his pride because I was walking around with a degree and he spent his life gaining experience in all the wrong places. By the tone of his voice, you could tell that he was starting to get a little irate just staring at us. Then I just had to say it.

"Listen, don't be mad because our parents worked hard to give us the life we fell into."

Yes, Shaniqua. I'm pretty sure I did.

I'm sure he was steaming mad, but it just got the job done. He stopped talking and we did our best to try and change the subject. It's become a bad environment for the workplace. That's when I got to thinking about writing this blog.

We all grow up in different ways. Like I said previously, I'm not one to discourage you about how you were brought up, good or bad. What matters is that you take pride in taking the best out of the situation you were given. Case in point: both my other co-worker and I had hard working parents in order to provide us with a stable life, environment, and education. How do we act? We finish college, and get a job. The Ohio native, had experienced terrible things, but worked up the power to give himself an associates, move out to NJ, get married and have the life his parents couldn't give him. Wonderful! Good endings for both parties. However...

If you think for one second you're better than me or the world because of what you went through, you're wrong. Dead wrong. What you've been through doesn't entitle you to be bitter towards me for "being born with a silver spoon." Sure my life may have been easier than yours, but I still worked hard to get where I am today. The steps you take to get to where you are should be something you take pride in, not something you can use to prove you're better. At the end, we're all in the same office, working for the same company. Salary? That's for another day.

>_< Office Tensions

So now that all the interns are done and gone back to whatever ivy league school they came from (those pretentious butt holes walk around like they're better then everyone else, and they don't even work here permanently), it was just about the best news ever when I found out I was going to have my office to myself. Generally, I feel the best work environment doesn't involve shared offices. Everyone needs their space, and with society already up your butt judging everything you do, I believe that being at work entitles you to some alone time.

Just me and this bad boy. All alone.

Those were the good days. Then my whole world started to crumble because I knew the day was approaching. A new office mate. Like I said, I DID know about it, I was just hoping that the day would come sooner rather than later. Now I have no problems with having an office mate, but I believe this one may give birth to loads of problems in the long run. First off, before we shared offices, she would be in the office right next to mine. When she came in as a new hire (as a contract employee... not permanent like I'm going to be), it was all well and good. As the days go, I guess we both start to notice the degree of work we both have. Recently, all I've been doing is preparing slides after slides in power point so we have something to show for a meeting that's actually going to happen in about a half an hour. Since her employment here, however, I've seen her running around, making catalysts, getting messy, etc etc... which to be perfectly honest, gets me a little jealous. Though now that I think about it, I've heard around here that making catalysts is just like cooking in a kitchen... heck I'm looking at one of those fancy stand-up mixers you find in a white-mans house. And it all makes sense now...


That better be something I can eat when you're done with it.

I'm getting off topic here. Basically she and I have both noticed that I guess maybe one of us works a little harder for their money. And I can tell you it doesn't seem like me right now. This is what I assume is going through her head because since our first introductions, she's been nothing but a real harcore B up in here. Why, just this morning I have the kindness in my heart to say "good morning" and she responds with a very zombie like "hi." Not even a good morning back. Well you know what? I take it back. Hope your morning is terrible. And you know what else? I don't appreciate your tone of voice.

Look. It's not my fault you got stuck with the job that I may or may not have applied for also. But clearly you were the better candidate for this type of work. It's not like I'm not working. Those power points (I'm counting upwards of 15 of them now) were really hard to do. They're really time consuming and they take up most of my day. My back starts to hurt so I stretch once in awhile, my eyes get tired so I try to get some zZz's every couple of hours. Heck, even my ears get tired so I HAVE to put on Pandora and listen to music while I work. Its a tough life. Don't be so selfish.


Pictured: Female me at work. (Also not in a kitchen)

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As a side note, I was google searching images and I happen to come across a creepy one of who I believe is Marie Curie.



BRAIIIIIIIIINS. Also Radium.



>_< My Christianity vs. Evolution

STOP RIGHT THERE. If you all think for a second that this is going to be some controversial post explaining my beliefs and disbelief... then you might be right. But just a little. I really just want to talk out of my butt for a few paragraphs because a co-worker and I struck up a conversation about said topic. Here's some background information about my co-worker, without giving too much away. His social security number is 147-85-4251. That is all. Seriously though, he used to live in southern Ohio, and he came from a pretty terrible upbringing (at least that what I get out of it from the stories he told me). Regardless, my co-worker "found Jesus and God" and really turned his life around, and he's now in the handful of some of the hard workers I see in this company. When I say he found Jesus... he FOUND Jesus.


Pretty sure he's the one riding a horse.

What I'm getting at here is that he's a pretty devout Christian. We would always talk about hot topics and although he's got a pretty reserved opinion, you can tell all he wants to do is preach and preach. So we got to talking about evolution. So before I give his opinion, which you can probably figure out by now, let me give you my explanation.

I'm a Christian. When I was younger I went to Church frequently, and as I got older, less and less. Needless to say, I was what I'd like to call a "holiday christian." I only show up for the holidays. That's not to say that I don't believe in a higher power somewhere. I carry some Christian beliefs with me, and it's these things combined with my morals that allow me to do good, and flaw me to do that not so good. But I digress. You should also know that I was raised under the interest of science, more so than Christianity. So my beliefs are actually completely towards evolution and not creation. Though I do take into account everything the Bible says, to me they are just nice stories to listen to about the man upstairs doing great work. So that's me in a nutshell, and then some.

We actually got into this topic because I had brought up the Fibonacci sequence, and how it applies to fauna. We have this running joke about how he would always bring Him into this, and he did just that stating something along the lines of "and all this is just a coincidence right?" Pretty condescending if you ask me. Either way we shared a laugh about bringing Him into it again and then we got into this whole thing on evolution. This is where he really took the preachyness to a new level. Now I wish I had typed this up sooner, so I can regurgitate exactly what he was saying, but I'll just paraphrase. Everything from this point on that quotes what he says ISN'T word for word, but it gets the same point across.

He asked "if evolution is so great, then why did we crawl out of the water and lose our gills? we need gills." This of course implying that we (just we, and not every other species) crawled out of the water.
My answer: We found land, which became more desirable to live on because there are more things that are useful up there to us. We no longer needed gills. Or bodies cant handle the pressures or deep water nor can our skin handle constant exposure to water. Raisin fingers!

He stated "i don't see a dog evolving into a cat"
My answer: *facepalm

Though the results would be marvelous.

Then for some reason he started hinting that he actually did believe in some kind of evolution.

He said: "Yea I believe that when the ark came, two monkeys walked out and eventually evolved into humans."
My answer: HOW CAN YOU BEGIN TO BELIEVE IN EVOLUTION AND START REFERENCING NOAH'S ARK?

At this point I was already kind of steaming, and lucky for me another co-worker came over to ask a question. I'm not here to bash on anyones beliefs, even though I imply that my frustration to his answers really got me worked up. And it did. People are entitled to what they want to believe in. I'm not going to sit there and argue about whats wrong or right, when someone truly believes one thing is right. As long as it isn't fact of anything. Something like evolution starts to get blurry because science can only go so far back. That's where religion can take over and start making up stories (based on real life witness?) Sorry for being condescending but I'm a firm believer of fact rather than fiction. I take science very seriously and I use my religion to shape who I am as a person in terms of right and wrong. It's nice to believe that someone out there is always looking out for us, and promising good or bad times after we die. Also it's pretty sweet to think that one man can abracadabra universes, people, creatures, etc. Seems pretty douchey though to start us off so primitive.


"How else would you learn about boobies and stuff?"

Thanks, Bro Jesus.

>_< Something to Type About (13)

As previously mentioned, for whatever reason my work PC had decided to not allow blogger to work, so I was left constipated with words and ideas. The up side is I probably wasn't going to say anything that I haven't already said, the down side being that we'll never find out now will we? This will actually be my last post for a little while, as long as what happens today goes smoothly. I'll talk more about that in my first little section. Just want to say thanks to anyone out there who reads this regularly for understanding ahead of time. And with that...

(7:44AM) Today is my las tday working for the thermal lab here at BASF. Come monday (or whenever they decide to finally draw up my paperwork) I will be working on some research for a joint project from Canada also at BASF. I'm a little bit sad becasue working up in the thermal lab has probably been the most lax workplace I've ever seen. I was allowed to do some things I wouldn't normally get to do at any other job. I had some really good experiences, and I'm going to miss it. For awhile I've been talking about all the responsibility I'm going to have in the near future. Some of that will come on Monday. I'm really nervous, but like I said, its been mentioned. That is why this may be the last post in a little while, becasue as all these resoponsibilities and tasks come up, I probably won't have the time to say what's on my mind. So I guess we'll see what happens.

(9:45AM) Just finished writing up my thank you cards. Kind of makes the whole thing much more realistic. The final steps throughout the day is to start backing up all my data that I need, and maybe some light packing for when I need to finally leave this desk and computer. But with that door closing, a new door with a new office and (hopefully laptop) is waiting for me. I just need to finalize some things becasue my new higher up is super busy closing billion dollar deals in Asia... or something. Either way I look forward to it, and I promise I'll stop with all this leaving my office jargon. There are some things in the news lately I wanna talk about, but we'll cross that street eventually.

(1:39PM) So Lonesome Gary passed away the other day, and officially the Galapagos Turtle is now extinct. Which is super sad. On the surface I don't really show too much emotion on the topic, but if I sit there and think for awhile it becomes pretty depressing. To be the last of your species and finally die out is probably something I don't want to go through, and lucky the 7 billion of us won't make possible. What's worse is that pretty soon other animals will suffer the same fate. I'm not gonna go all hippie and proclaim that we need to save all animals, but I think we should at least be mindful of what we're doing to the world and how it affects not only us, but all other life around us. So yea, the Panda will be extinct eventually, and so will most enangered species, but the best we can do is try and slow it down. We're not forcing Panda's to rape each other. That's just wrong.

EDIT (7/23/2012, 1:21PM)
So I didn't know that this entry was never published. My new computer and office have been set up, and yes it did take that long to do it. But as I publish this post, I'm really feeling a new beginning again to this blog. There's always lots of things to talk about, especialy nowadays nad since we've missed a lot of time together, hopefully we can do some catching up.

ta ta kids

>_< Goosebumps!

No, not the children's horror book, but the odd phenomena that happens to your skin and hairs when you feel cold or get a little scared. It's a weird thing, and I want to explain it to myself, and I guess the benefit will be that it will be explained to you. If you so choose to read. Actually, I have goosebumps now because my office is freezing. Also my nipples are hard. But TMI. I'll go over what I think I know, and we'll confirm by other sources. It's going to be a fun trip.
So from what I know, goosebumps are a reflex/reaction that we took from our ancestors, who were supposedly super hairy because we hadn't invented jackets and sweaters and socks... and underwear yet. When cavemen and cavewomen got cold, their body hair automatically stood up, creating a fluffy layer of warmth. Likewise when we’re cold, the muscles around the hair follicles contract. But since we don’t have much body hair, all we see are the goose bumps on our skin. That's pretty much what I know, and I think that's really all we need to know. But let's get down to the nitty gritty.

Goose bumps are messages from the brain to the skin to react to the animal oriented phenomena of fight or flight. Porcupine raising its quills on seeing a threat is a good example to understand goose bumps and their nature. Since human bodies cannot differentiate between real and imaginary conditions, goose bumps can be a reflex to a physical condition or a reaction to a psychological condition. Goosebumps are directly related to the adrenaline rush that flows through the body. Adrenaline rush can be triggered by fear or emotional reactions. Emotional reactions can be positive or negative, powered by intense ‘stress’ to induce the emotional welling up to trigger goose bumps.

Why do we call it goose bumps? Skins of  geese or chickens have bumps at the place where feather is attached to the skin. Each spot on the human skin has a bump similar to the goose bump, and this connection must have given this phenomenon its name.

Scientifically, goose bumps are called Piloerections. Piloerections are emotion based autonomic reflex reactions routed through the limbic system. Piloerections are similar to blushing or feeling butterflies in the stomach. Limbic system controls primitive drives of hunger, sex, fear, anger and aggression. Limbic system anatomically has thalamus, a major structure in control of the sensory inputs. Medial forebrain bundle and the hypothalamus play a major role in the invocation and mediation of the autonomic reflexes.
Goose bumps have been observed on head or scalp on scary occasions but goose bumps on a face requires well formed arrector pili muscles. Every arrector pili muscle does not have hair attached to them. Arrector pili with hair are found in areas with thick hair. Human facial hairs are extremely tiny and thin, so goose bumps on the face are rare.

That's all for now.

ta ta kids

PS
My PC at work has been acting up when it comes to blogspot as of late, but it seems it's been working well now.

>_< Something to Type About (12)

To be perfectly honest, this work week went by rather fast. Not the actual work DAYS, but the work week. I really feel like time slows down at work, but that's probably because the only I do at home is sleep. So as always, hopefully this whole thing will keep my work day moving a little bit faster, there are something I do want to talk about, some blog ideas that I wanted to start, but didn't have enough substance to make into one post, so maybe I'll touch base with those topics later in the day. So for now...

(7:40AM) Heard on the radio this morning that someone fell on their head one day and a few days later became a piano virtuoso. Previously he hadn't had any lessons and didn't even know how to play any instruments, and all of a sudden the guy becomes a pro. A few callers called in with some stories that were similar. Someone got struck by lightening and had her hearing improved drastically, and a small child got hit in the head with a baseball and now has 20/20 vision. Now even if you aren't a believer in luck, this is pretty darn lucky. For someone stupid enough to jump head first into a shallow-ish pool to obtain musical talent? He should've been paralyzed from the waist down. Without getting too bitter, I just don't think someone like that should be rewarded with a gift. It got me wondering though, I've hit my head countless times... I wonder what kinds of special things I can do. I mean all I really have to show for it is TMJ... and that's not even impressive. I'm not going to go throw my head on a wall or anything, but it might be worth trying if it means something awesome might happen. On the other hand, maybe these things were destined to happen, and we are chosen previously by a higher power to be blessed (or cursed) by who and what we are and what we'll come to be.

(8:31AM) Recently got a hair cut after the tail end of y current hair was passed its comfort level. Plus it made my neck look all thick, and who among us deserves a thick neck? The point is, I was going to type about the differences in long and short hair when it comes to interaction with people. I believe I'm somewhat of an expert on the topic. I've been studying how people treat me with long and short hair and let me tell you that there is a huge difference. For one, people are incredibly friendly towards people with short hair. I guess nowadays in society thats the norm. Longer haired people have a rep for being super devious or shady. I should also clear up that I'm talking specifically for males. I noticed it right right away, the days after I got my haircut people are always smiling and saying hi to me, even going as far as to start an actual conversation to get ot know me. When my hair was long, there wasn't a lot of people who did that. I used to always look down and let my hair cover my eyes when it was long, I guess that kind of sends a "don't talk to me" message. I just didn't think the differences would be so drastic. I guess while my hair is short, I should enjoy the comforts of friendly people.

edit: I wrote that 8:31AM thought in and out of conscienceness because I had just took a power nap. I haven't read that whole paragraph over, so I'm just going to wish for the best and put trust in my abilities to form coherent sentences.

(10:36AM) I am NOT feeling well. Which is terrible because now the day is going at a snails pace. I've got a bit of nausea and that in turn is making my stomach all... lava lamp-y. My vision is getting blurry, and I can barely keep my balance. I told one of my coworkers about it and she even asked if I wanted to go home, and I almost did go home. I think I can make it though, as long as there are things to do, the day will go buy like normal which is a good thing. It was around 9 when I felt the worst and I just sat on one of the chairs in the lab for what felt like HOURS, but it was really like 15 minutes. Pretty amazing stuff. If I could try to deduce why I'm feeling like this it would have to come down to a combination of the following: lack of sleep, lack of breakfast, and changes in temperature from office to lab. It is a little nippy in my office, but the lab is a bit warmer, and so I think my body is just confused... which explains the headache. Ah I just want this day to be done already. My plan until lunch is to relax here till about 11, then prep up some samples, get the next experiments going, and maybe start cleaning out the sample tubes. If I can hold off on that until after lunch, though I can probably get the afternoon on a faster start.

(1:46PM) There was a little mishap in the data that I had sent someone, so that kind of got me into a rush. It was good that I caught the mistake before they used the final data, I think the my higher up was a proud, but irritated that she didn't catch it herself. Also, I met with my soon-to-be higher up, and the job descriptions he's giving me is a little over whelming to say the least. Hopefully, again, I'll be able to pull something off and really earn my place around here because a lot of things are on the line if I don't succeed. He literally told me he threw out all the other resumes so this is going to be it. I just wish (and I'll ask him on Monday) I had some thing to go on to research so I don't go into this thing with a blank mind. Yes there's room to learn, but I would appreciate it if I didn't feel like I didn't know anything at all working on something new. AH, but we all can't be so lucky, yes?

(2:29PM) I'm going to assume this will be my final hoorah for this post. Funny that in the beginning I had stated that I had plenty to talk about, actually the girl behind me is starting to sing happy birthday really off key to her phone so now it's getting kind of interesting, and hopefully she will never see me typing this out. So ea the previous sentence was full of fragments, what I MEANT to say is that I had so many things to type out this morning but between naps and feeling REALLY terrible I only got to talk about long hair... which is TOTALLY lame. Yet, I feel rather complete so for the sake of this blog NOT being posted the Monday after I started it, I'm going to publish now.

ta ta kids

>_< Let's Go to Mars

Seriously. Just you and me and our big 'ol neighbor in the night sky that's not the moon or Venus. I hear it's a nice place. Average surface temperature is about 210 Kelvin (that's about -63°C or -81.4°F for you snooty Americans). Gives us a lot of opportunities to cuddle. Since its tilt mirrors the Earths a little bit, then we know that there are going to be some seasons. So we can look forward to warmer temperatures, like a scorching hot -5°C (23°F you snooty American). A year over there is about 2 years here on Earth. So we can definitely spend some quality time together. Vacation spots? Mars has the highest known mountain in our solar system. We can go see it every year! Mars seems like the next best thing to our earth. It's gonna take us 7 months to get there so we're gonna need to bring our best road trip music. We'll prove to the world that there are martians out there, and it's going to be us.

Pictured: Paradise.

I mean just look at all the color. The reds and browns. It's like earth without the greens and blues. And really those colors were just so overrated. Rocks are fun. We can use them to see how far we can throw them, we can do that for years, I guarantee it wouldn't get old. Oh there's one more thing: we'd probably have to live in a dome or something. So what you saw above is probably going to be our view. Scenic, I know. It'd get better at night, with the two moons and all. Also, The atmosphere there is mostly carbon dioxide, so it's best we stay indoors... the indoors we built for ourselves. We'll be the surface pimple on the face of Mars, and you can be damn sure we'll never get popped.

It was either me or you, and I know it wasn't you.

Now that I think about it, we're probably going to have to bring our closest friends, a few doctors and scientists. Actually, we should bring about 1000 upstanding citizens too. It's nice to have people. I get that we we're planning to have this trip just you and me, but let's be honest... we can't take care of ourselves, and we certainly aren't smart enough to sustain anything. Also you can get kind of boring and I could use a fresh face every now and then. If everything goes right, then our little hoard of people will grow to many hoards of people and before you know it, we'll have over populated our precious little people pimple and life will cease to exist on Mars again. People at home will hear about the tragedy and begin to tell tales of our existence to their offspring at which point after centuries of grieving, we'll have the technology in sustainability to try the task again that gives us the balls so we can start all over. Just you and me and our big 'ol neighbor in the night sky that's not the moon or Venus. Seriously.

>_< Something to Type About (11)

In an attempt to please the higher ups, I'll have to do these from my office computer from now on, which means less content, or more of a workout for me. My office is a floor below the lab I work in, so if I did have something on my mind, I'll have to march on down here to type it out. To be perfectly honest, this may not work well, but I'm willing to give it the 'ol college try just to see if anything interesting in my head comes up. So far nothing, and it's already almost hitting the 9 o'clock hour, so a small bit of the day has already come and gone.

(8:32AM) Scratch that. I was wondering about the whole idea of portraying professionalism in the workplace. Now that I'm moving on up on the corporate ladder, I', beginning to think about all the little changes I'll have to make in my life. First off, as a fullly fledged Chemist, I won't necessarily be needing the whole jeans and casual shirt get-up. Since other professionals will be seeking my mind, then I should start presenting myself in professional attire. I remember ranting about this sometime earlier, about how it shouldn't matter how you dress, as long as you did your job and did it well. I still believe in the idea, but it becomes different when you're looking to earn respect as fresh meat in the company. So that's what I'm pretty much setting out on doing: earning the respect of my colleagues. With time, I'll be able to slowly slump back into the attire I enjoy wearing to work. That also means less posts. Oh darn, but I know if a really good  topic comes up, I'll be sure to type it down.

(10:25AM) Responsibilities in the workplace. I have many, but not enough to take all the time out of my day. Once everything starts becoming second nature in this new professional environment of mine, then I'm sure I'll be begging for some time to just unwind. For now I feel like I do take a lot of this time for granted, but I know it's way better than staying in bed not doing anything at all. At least I'm getting paid, though not much, and certainly not enough. Hopefully soon I'll be able to get my own reactor and learn how to run it. I'll be able to sit in my office and actually DO something instead of pretending to look important like I'm trying to do now. These are the things I wish for, but of course not all at once. The last thing I need is to be stressed out by work. I already stress myself out from other things already.

(12:40PM) Do you see what I have to do? Sacrifice my own lunch hour just so I can get some substance in? Actually I can probably get a little more, and spend a little more time in the lab if they let me use the computer but one of the higher ups is a teeny weeny bit grumpy today so I'll just stay out of her way and we should be ok for the rest of the time. I'm not exaclty sure though what I'm going to do for the rest of the day, I know I have some cleaning, sample prep... but other then that I should be good. I was really looking forward to a mid afternoon snack but someone had eaten the last bagel that was brought a little bit before lunch. So that's a dissappointment. Actually there's some training I have to do, but I kind of want to save that for a better time. This is just pointless rambling, I promised substance and by golly I'm going to give it!... in a little bit becasue my break is pretty much over.

(7:44AM) I know what you'er thinking. I haven't gone home yet and I've worked overnight. No, but really, I just forgot to submitted when I was heading home, plus I didn't really have the time. So let's just end it here.

ta ta kids

>_< The Crazy

Have you caught it yet? The crazy? Because lately strange things have been going around thats leading me to believe that something big is gonna happen. I'm sure many of you have already started hearing about these weird people, and I'll break them down for you a little bit later. I just want to over analyze something real quick. The locations of these occurrences are Miami, NJ, and then Canada. So if we're gonna follow some kind of trend here, then the next weird dude should be popping up towards the middle of the US or Canada, assuming we're going in a counter clockwise-ish type direction. Now that I put this whole location thing in words though, I have a feeling that it's not going to happen. But a guy can dream, can't he? Either way, let's get started on this news before something else breaks out. Also, there might be some slight details of these events that could be wrong, you can double check with Google.

So first up is a man, a NAKED man (because these details are important), was shot down by cops in Miami because he was eating someones face. I wish I could just end the paragraph right there because there isn't really much to be said other than that. For the sake of humour though let's go on. Apparently, it was somewhere off the highway, and it involved another man, whom I assume was also naked, who took it like a champ. There are some videos and pictures leaked somewhere and since Google is a thing, I suggest you turn to that if you really want to get your real life zombie fix. What I find amusing is trying to imagine how this whole situation started. I'm thinking, "Hey bro, I totally love that shirt you're wearing, wanna hug it out?" *lick face. "Oh sorry, hey can I try that shirt on?" Then it's pretty much downhill from there.

Like this, but one of them is naked.

When the officers came on by, the man was bear hugging the other dude on the floor, eating his face like a boss. Clearly the first thing to do was fire a shot, right? Well they did just that and guess what happened? The guy GROWLS and KEEPS ON EATING. Mother f@&^#! it's time to run. This is how every Resident Evil game starts out, you know that right? Luckily for our nations finest, they proceed to fire 6ish more shots to the man until he's been... compromised. Dead is what I'm getting at, but assuming he was a zombie it would've been foolish of me to use the term. What happened to the other guy? He's fine. He's just missing 75% of face, nbd.


Just give it a smiley face and you'd be close.

Did I mention that the whole reason for this fiasco is "bath salts?" That's really what they're saying. The whole flesh-face-craving human for breakfast-lunch-dinner thing? Bath salts. I don't know about you, but I don't remember seeing a side efffect for bath salts stating ZOMBIES. It's zombies guys, don't beat around the bush and blame it on drugs. It's zombies. Recently some video footage came out from the attack, and it CONVENIENTLY just covers the whole face eating thing. All you see is two pairs of naked man legs. And really I'd rather just see the other side please.

With that story, let's move on to the next. It's about a guy hailing form Hackensack, NJ. Now apparently there was some call about this man being all "terrifying" in his apartment, and when the cops came rushing on in they found the guy IN A CORNER getting his horror movie on. I'll assume he was rocking back and forth chanting (not singing) nursery rhymes from under his breath. Did I mention he was holding a knife?

This old man... he played murder...

So when the cops took some precautionary steps forward, he began to get a little buck wild. Since we're all about saving lives, they took it upon themselves to start with the pepper spray. Of course it didn't work. Cuz' when you're high on the crazy... nothing works. Except the crazy. It really just only made the guy more crazy, so to retaliate he takes his knife and... well he starts stabbing himself. 50 times. Or more. I wasn't there. I didn't count. I'm just the messenger. So when the cops continued to advance, he drove the crazy to a new level. He's thinking, "oh gosh they're coming I need to throw something at them to keep them back... oh this will work... yea this will definitely work." By the way he threw his organs at them. They had to have been the closest thing to him. Let me tell you all though... that took... GUTS.

YEAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

Also, turns out he's in critical condition in the hospital. Which to me is surprising, because I didn't know you could live through pepper spray, multiple stab wounds, and the lack of intestines in your body. Unless of course if you were a zombie.

The last bit of crazy we have for today comes from our neighbors, Canada. Now usually Canadians are pretty known for being friendly and personable, not really at all hated by society. So where better to hit the crazy than over there? It makes the moose more interesting. The story isn't so bad either. Basically it's just some porn star mailing body parts to random addresses. Not a big deal. I mean if there was something I'd want to receive randomly in MY mail, it'd be a body part. I never get packages.

Just what I wanted.

The biggest buzz that this story is creating is not really where all the body parts are coming from, but why of all people a porn star is doing it (see what I did there?). I mean the guy is a porn star. Luka Rocco Magnotta. Kick ass name, he must be living the dream! Oh, he's a gay porn star? Well, thats good too! If theres one thing this world needs, its a gay porn star murderer zombie. He's a zombie because all he's doing is just sending some snacks out to family. He's one of the good ones.


oh HEYYYYYY... i mean.. BRAAAAAAAINS.

So that's it for the crazy. Don't catch it please. It's mainstream right now, you wanna wait till it dies down so it becomes cool to be crazy. Everyone will be all like "wow, that bitch is like.. 2012 crazy." How bout that? It's catchy. So ease up on the crazy cuz there are still plenty of them walking around. Also, it's never bath salts.

ta ta kids

>_< SomeTEN to Type About

I apologize but I really couldn't resist. It's been awhile since a good number was able to fit in this title and it'd be a shame if I didn't take full advantage of the situation. Its like pun rape. Oh yes. Pun rape. Just like that you just KNOW it's going to be an interesting blog. Actually, I'm just looking forward for this day to end so I can get started on this Memorial Day weekend. 3 days off for a good hard week of work? Plus theres that added bonus of a short week ahead. Wonderful. Let's begin.

(7:44AM) Let's talk about Memorial Day. It's a day of remembrance for those who gave their lives while serving out nation. Hear me out for a bit, because I don't want to come off as anti-American or borderline terrorist or something ignorant a lot of people make me out to be. You should know that I give respect to those who serve our nation, and sure do thank them for their courageous decision to defend our country. BUT... and this is a big one.. I'm not really all for supporting them, nor am I really all that fond of remembering them. Its tough really, but the fact of the matter is joining the armed forces is a choice rightfully given to us. Whatever the reason may be, the decision to give your life and time was entirely up to you, and please remember there are always special cases... but I'm not interesting in hearing about them. So with that being said I will respect you and thank you for your service, but that's it. Don't rub in my face or shine light of the fact that you were in the armed forces for X amount of years. Especially here in my generation, the only thing really big going on is this unwinnable "War on Terror." You can't win a war against an idea. Other than that (and this I'd like to know about), what exactly were you doing in the armed forces? Waiting for something to happen? Doing little side missions on your ship, training in boot camp, or something? If you're going to brag and act all high and mighty on your pedestal about being in the army for 3 years, then you better have the scars and the trauma to back it up. I remember reading an article that really summed up well how I feel about those in our armed forces. Basically, I appreciate what you gave for this country (and I'm really half and half with America at this point) but don't expect special treatment from me... you already have our government in the palm of your hands with all your benefits and what not, I'm not going to treat you like some kind of god. Just know that I appreciate it and move on. If I could be a dick for a moment: whenever I see a silly sign on someones car that states that their child is in the military I think to myself "he/she must have really wanted to get away from home." So "proud parent," whatever you did to make your child leave the comfort of your own home... its probably not something to be proud of.

(8:05AM) Theres a new law or something that passed in India that allows authorities or park rangers to actually shoot and kill poachers. I think this is a GREAT idea. I'm not psychotic or anything but I believe that when someone is endangering the lives of a beautiful animal (the tiger in this case), I believe that we should have the right to take them down if necessary. Here's the thing: poaching is illegal anyway. So if I had the chance to stare down the barrel of my gun and take down a poacher, I would absolutely pull the trigger. Every time. Hopefully this will slow or put to a stop to poaching in India. Also, I think other countries with endangered animals should adopt the idea. Let's dumb it down, though. There could be just normal people walking around said jungle or African Sahara. They may not be poaching. There could be a modification that non-lethal traps for humans can be set so that the authority can confirm that they were poachers first, before having to go Rambo on their ass. That's just my opinion.

(9:00AM) Well that definitely got my heart rate pumping. I left the lab for a bit and got carried away and completely forgot about the Liq Ar duwar that I was filling. Luckily when I got back, everything was still good. I'm sure someone put a stop to it though. I guess I won't be taking any breaks any time soon. Luckily for me the tank was already empty.

(10:48AM) I believe I heard about how the person from Rutgers who filmed his roommate in homosexual intimacy (which eventually resulted in his suicide) is getting away with 10 days in prison plus probation, therapy, and I believe community service hours. Personally, I believe the punishment doesn't fit the crime in this case. You drove your own roommate over the edge after what you did, and all the defense I (or anyone) could give you was that you were young, stupid, naive, etc. You're incredibly lucky to be in the position you're in because if it were up to the people, you wouldn't be shown much mercy. I heard that there might've been a chance for you to get deported back to wherever it is you're from. I hope that happens, we don't need you around here. Really anywhere... but getting you out of here might be a good first step. Hopefully when this whole thing gets reviewed again, something will change. I also recall a judge was quoted saying something like "even through this whole ordeal, I haven't even heard you apologize." That's big. To commit action was one thing, to not own up to it (and trust me this whole sentence you might be getting is NOT owning up to it) makes you a much more terrible person than you already were. Whatever you get is too good for you.

(1:21PM) One of my guilty pleasures is gossip. I love conversations that start out like "you didn't hear this from me," or "don't tell anyone this, but," and all the phrases related to that. Amongst friends, maybe its not so great to find out certain things about certain people. For coworkers? My oh my is that a different story. On of my colleagues graciously took me out to lunch for helping her clean her office. During that time there were a lot of things that were brought up at work, some business things, some casual things, but we eventually got to talking about certain people. I haven't been here in awhile so it's always nice to know a thing or two about people, especially since I don't know them well. There are a lot of things going on in this company. Theres definitely a lot of things on a need to know basis. Being one of the only people who do know is somewhat of an honor. People who I've seen and people who I've heard a lot of great things about suddenly don't seem to be as great as they were before. That makes me feel great because I never really thought I was great either. It's nice to know that even seasoned veterans of the company are still in potential to eff up. Recently I have been getting to know more and more people in the company, and people are starting to get to know me. That's a good and bad thing I suppose. If I really want to solidify my place here at BASF, then I better start making a bigger impact. From what I've heard, I've made a great impact as it is. These are just hings I heard, though. Who knows what really is on the minds of my co-workers. I have a great deal of them in my mind now too.

(2:29PM) Theres something about leaving early for work that ups the dopamine in your system. Makes me pretty happy in an odd way to know that I'll still be getting paid for a teeny bit of work that I didn't do (but I don't have much left to do now anyway.. actually I don't have anything to do). Also theres that thrill of maybe even getting into trouble, which I highly doubt I will... but I'm still loving it. Even as I type I'm getting antsy just thinking about it.

So there isn't much left to say anymore that my day is almost done. All that is left is to just stroll on out of here. Like a boss. Have a great holiday.

ta ta kids.