>_< 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.

>_< Sacrifice

There's a lot to be said about those who sacrfice anything for others. In the most extreme case, usually one person sacrfices their own life to save another. Going down in levels you might find someone sacrificing a kidney, or another organ to save a life. These types of sacrifices are truly heroic in their own right. Although some of us may not have the courage to make such big sacrifices, it doesn't necessarily mean we're not as heroic. Sacrifice comes in various degrees of heroism. We don't have that many kidneys (or lives for that matter) to donate or give away. Many of us though take something we all have plenty of and sacrifice it when needed: time. I feel like time is one of the easiest things to sacrifice, especially if its worth it. In certain cases, it might mean just as much as a kidney. Now I'm probably not going to go incredibly emotional into this blog, however always keep some of the things I say in mind so that maybe we can all get something out of this. Maybe.

The reason why I decided to blog about sacrifice mainly lies in the events of this morning. A dear family member of mine had needed a ride to work, which required a wake up time for me an hour or so earlier (not counting the snooze button). It was a bit irritating getting woken up earlier than necessary. As I mumbled my way through a quick conversation I began thinking how pissed I was that I didn't any extra sleep. So as I lay in my bed I had thought of this thing we call sacrifice, and all the things this family member sacrificed for me for all those years was just running through my head. Now I had done this kind of thing before, dropping said member to work, many times. Though I realize that it doesn't really make up for the tings that were sacrificed for me in order to keep me happy. I think that to myself every time I had to wake up early to drop them off work. So I get up, hit the shower, got ready for work, took them to work, and went on with the rest of my day. It's a boring story, I know, but it meant a little more to me than it probably should've. That's probably why I'm deciding to type about it. I just want to ask a general question. What does sacrifice mean to you?

The best definition of sacrifice is this: “To forfeit something for something else considered to have a greater value.” (American Heritage Dictionary). Sacrifice does not mean giving up something for nothing; it means giving up one thing for something else we believe is worth more. This does not at all take away from the virtue of sacrificial acts. Instead of locating the merit of sacrifice in unselfishness, we can find it in a man’s chosen value system. The man who lays down his life for his family or for his comrades has chosen to place more value on their lives than on his own. What is more praiseworthy than that?

I didn't receive anything directly by getting up early and bringing them to work. But the greater value in this case is showing them that as family I still love them and am still willing to do these things, no matter how much it annoys me. That they can always count on me if they need anything.


The greatest gift of love is not what someone is willing to give, but what someone is willing to give up. True sacrifice.

ta ta kids

>_< Something to Type About (9)

What a glorious day to be typing a blog about anything that passes my mind. There is a certain type of environment in this lab right now that leads me to believe that not only will I enjoy this day, but I am going to enjoy typing throughout  the day also. Looking back at yesterdays post, I was really happy how well that turned out. I wish I had the mind to edit my posts and really make them worth while, but for now I think I'll stick with the super casual status, silly little typos, and just having an all around good time. I am only human and this is just something that I might look back later on. Let's get started, shall we?

(8:13AM) Why do I do this? This whole blog thing? If you look through the archives, you can clearly see that I had previously only done this about once a month, and then went on super hiatus for gosh knows how long. To be honest, this whole blog is just to keep my typing and essay-type writing on check. It's true that I'm not writing essays on here, but its nice writing every one in awhile especially when you aren't in school. I don't want to be able to lose my ability to convey my thoughts digitally or on paper. I did have a good idea just now. Maybe one day I'll google an essay topic and write an essay on here. Take it really seriously, as if I was being graded. I'd like to see how that turns out. Don't grade me though. For the past 3 years or so, after taking a general requirement of English classes, the only thing I've been writing are lab reports. I always took pride in writing those. Though their structures differ greatly from normal essays, and that I'm sure is fairly obvious. I digress... so yea let's get an essay on here one day, yes?

(9:10AM) One of the worst feelings I get is the feeling when I disappoint someone or some people. Specifically volleyball. When theres a play that needs to be made, or a point that needs to be one, I take some pride, in being an outside hitter, to be able to put the ball down, or to make a place to try and turn whatever slump we're in around. Now this puts a decent amount of pressure on me, and I'm completely fine with that, but sometimes theres a small chance when I take a look at my opposition and I decide, holy crap this guy is WAY to tall for me to hit over. So either I cut it, ot decide to tool it off the block. No big deal. When I can't pull through for my teammates, and especially my setter, I really don't like the feeling. It's funny how I elude to volleyball because there are instances outside of volleyball where I disappoint. Let's not into that though. It's just that it's really hard to come back out of an emotional slump and even though some people can shake it off, I feel like that their disappointment in me just kind of looms in the air. I always try and keep a positive attitude about things, so when the next opportunity comes around I really want to gain back the energy lost. Which in turn makes me a better player in the end. I have no idea how that paragraph turned out. I have a hunch that theres a lot of incoherent phrases just stuck together. Oh well.

(3:04PM) There's been a change in the level of hecticness as of recent, and it really is a shame because I feel that I did have a lot on my mind, but nowhere to type them out on. I'm sure it wasn't too important, but for right now I'm feeling a sense of confusion, frustration, and even some bitterness. My time at this part of the company is slowly coming to a close, and even though I knew this already its becoming more apparent now. I'm not really that important when it comes to this company. People come and go all the time, and they are replaced just as fast as they left. It's a real shame because I've said numerous times here that I truly felt appreciated here. Now that it's all almost over, I'm starting to see what the real world is actually like in terms of a money making business. Hopefully I've made a good enough impact in this place so the next person up at bat can see what kind of legacy I left here. But with every door closed, a new door is open and hopefully I'll be able to start a new life, with a higher pay, and a new floor to work on. I'll fill in all the details when the time comes. All the other negative feelings are just coming from how incredibly slow my office computer is. I hate to say it, but I've become impatient at some of the things my office computer does. It's practically brand new, it shouldn't be operating this slow and yet it moves at a snails pace. It's terrible. I've become so accustomed to fast Internet speeds that anything closer is just a teeny bit aggravating. I like to think of myself a patient person, but this is just ridiculous.

And with that I believe the typing might have to come to a close. I don't have much more time in the workday and I highly doubt I'll get to spend it ranting about anything else that crosses my mind. All I know is that in the coming months my life is going to start speeding up. I do't want to feel like I'm growing up too fast. I still want to enjoy being me. But when is the perfect time to just realize you need to buckle down? I mis shaving someones hand to hold onto as they lead me in the right direction. Almost every choice is starting to become my own. Its thrilling, but I'm starting to get scared.

ta ta kids

>_< Hold the Door.

I know what you're thinking. This is probably going to be about something else. Just because the title says something about holding doors, doesn't mean this is going to be a blog about holding doors. Oh wait, its totally a blog about holding doors. It is after all a pretty serious issue in society today. I think we just need to clear up what needs to be done when holding the doors for someone, and also in the other spectrum where a door is being held for you. Theres a fair amount of mystery to tackle on the subject, and it certainly is relatable to some extent. Why, the door was held for me just this morning! Seriously, we can do this. I promise it'll be fun, or at the very least insightful.

Let's start with the basics. 1 door. 2 people. You're walking behind someone as you approach a door. Both of you are aware of each others presence, which completely puts the whole situation in motion. The stranger in front (generally speaking) is probably going to hold the door for you. As that time approaches, everything goes rather swimmingly, as the person in front PULLS the door open, walks through the door, keeps the arm extended behind him as you catch the door and say thanks. They say something along the lines of "you're welcome," "yup," "not problem," etc. You both continue on your separate ways. I believe that's the most common situation for door holding. Incredibly informal, but the good deed has been done. Make sure to properly thank the person, loud enough so they can hear you. That's all. Variations? What if the person decided to pull the door open FOR you, instead of walking straight through? You owe this person a thank you. They are now a couple steps behind schedule and they have you to blame for it. Make sure to sound sincere, smile, and keep eye contact.

Time to mix it up. You're in front now. The door will be PULLED. I believe the impact is much better when you open the door for someone, instead of walking through and holding it open from behind. It really depends where you are. Malls, schools, and other casual locations can probably withstand the walking through approach. Work, business buildings, hotels, and the like would probably call for you stepping aside and opening the door for the person behind you. Always look like you want to do it, not because you've been trapped into this awkward social situation. Also, remember that you're doing this out of your own volition, so don't expect a thank you or any type of reward. Most likely you'll get one, but don't be pissed that you don't. You didn't have to open the door, but you did it because you're an upstanding citizen.

I keep capitalizing PULLED because some doors, as most of you know, can be pushed. The game changes are slight in this variable. If a person in front PUSHES the door open, a couple situations may be set into motion. Most likely, they will quickly asses the distance between both parties (and we'll get more into that in a bit) and will either: continue to hold the door for you if the distance is medium or far... OR they will apply an excessive amount of force so that the door swings more open and will most likely still be in an acceptable position for you to also go through. It goes without saying that the latter situation doesn't need a thank you. Like previous situations, incredibly informal. Had said person held said door for you while still facing the direction he was going, the same rules would apply as a PULLED door. If you're leading, your location can determine the appropriate action. Always hold the door in a more formal place. Also, old people. If you truly want to get fancy on a PUSHED door, you can always hold the door with your back, and allow the person behind you to walk on by. Maintain a genuine smile and eye contact and be on your way. Also, high five.

Fancy time. 2 people. 2 doors. I'm talking one right after the other. This is a two step process. You can refer to our previous situations for the first door, all rules apply. The second door. This is where it gets really awkward. I feel that people don't seem to know how to go about the second door. Here are some IF/THEN situations. If you held the door the first time around, then anything can happen to the second door. You are no longer in control of the situation after that point. If person held the second door as a return of favor, kindly thank him and share a small chortle and go about your way. If the door was held for you the first time, it is customary to hold the second door for them. Easy as that. I think you should just switch roles. We assume that these doors were held in a way that the roles would be switched the next time around. What if the first time around the door was held so that the person in the lead were to stay in the lead? The second door is now in the same control. Honestly, play that by ear. If you didn't thank the person the first time, make sure to do so the second time. I think it's really awkward thanking a person twice.

dont be creepy.

Let's get into distance. For visual enhancements please refer to the picture above. All the previous scenarios involve both parties being relatively close to each other. "Hold  the door" type distance. Please don't force people into an awkward walk/run if you hold the door for someone who is about 20-30 feet away from you. I know you've been in the situation, it's one of the most awkward feelings to start to run only to immediately go at a speed that's kind of the same as your walking speed, but only it looks like you're attempting to gratefully acknowledge the now only half good deed a stranger has done for you.

CURVE BALL! What about a rotating door? Well, if it's automatic, then no work is necessary. Just watch out. Unless theres obvious room for two, there isn't. If it's a manual, don't push too fast. In fact, you'll find that if done right, theres probably going to be some equal force for both parties and the door should move easily.

Obviously there's no set rule. We are free to do whatever we want and if thats the case you might as well just not hold the door for anyone anymore. Jerk.

Also, I can't believe I just wrote a blog about this.

ta ta kids