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This has been the longest week in history and it's only Tuesday! How sad is it that I've been busy all day the past two days with sales calls and orders and quotes and emails and mafia wars and farmville and goofing off and yet it is STILL dragging on interminably as if it's never going to get here?! I'M FRIKKIN DYING HERE PEOPLE!!
Also I'm thinking I'd sell my soul right now for a Chipotle burrito.
8.31.2010
8.29.2010
Expectations
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I've been doing a lot of soul searching lately and studying philosophy as I am apt to do when struggling through a difficult period in my life. Reading Christopher Hitchens' allowed me to address and contemplate my hostility towards religion and religious people, and while it has not altered my opinion it did put it in perspective. Remember, when I vent about how mindless god makes the human race remember there's someone who hates it even more than I do and is much more eloquent about it. Reading through the work of fatalists, realists, existentialists, and the like has been good for me the past few weeks. I haven't made any ground breaking realizations that will improve the existence of mankind, but then again I have no interest in making the human race any more prone to ignoring the laws of nature and protecting the shallow end of the gene pool from itself than it already is. Instead I've come to a few conclusions about myself and my own behavior over the past 8 years of my life.
To anyone who, like me, is fixated on achieving the financial goal of "finished"/"done"/"the end" meaning all debt completely gone, and you're not at least 50 years old...GIVE UP. For 8 years I have chased that and am not one step closer than I was when I started. Along the way I had a daughter, bought a house, got the wife a new car and had her eyes fixed with laser surgery but instead of seeing these as improvements instead to me all I saw was that for 8 years of working I was nowhere nearer my goal. I haven't enjoyed my life and that ends now. I no longer care about money, you can't take it with you and I'd much rather have some fun along the way than continue to live as I have. As the mantra goes "All work and no play makes Homer something something" and I truly believe that especially over the past 2-3 years I've slowly been going slightly crazy because of the hopeless battle I've been fighting against a seemingly immovable object. I always thought that once I got "finished" I would be able to enjoy my life, do the things I wanted to do, buy things I wanted to buy, go places I wanted to go, but after 8 years of working without getting a step closer to "finished" I figure screw it...I'm going to do all that now and let the mountain move on it's own cause I no longer care. Toys and trips and good times here I come baby!
Life is going to be fun if it fukkin kills me.
I've been doing a lot of soul searching lately and studying philosophy as I am apt to do when struggling through a difficult period in my life. Reading Christopher Hitchens' allowed me to address and contemplate my hostility towards religion and religious people, and while it has not altered my opinion it did put it in perspective. Remember, when I vent about how mindless god makes the human race remember there's someone who hates it even more than I do and is much more eloquent about it. Reading through the work of fatalists, realists, existentialists, and the like has been good for me the past few weeks. I haven't made any ground breaking realizations that will improve the existence of mankind, but then again I have no interest in making the human race any more prone to ignoring the laws of nature and protecting the shallow end of the gene pool from itself than it already is. Instead I've come to a few conclusions about myself and my own behavior over the past 8 years of my life.
To anyone who, like me, is fixated on achieving the financial goal of "finished"/"done"/"the end" meaning all debt completely gone, and you're not at least 50 years old...GIVE UP. For 8 years I have chased that and am not one step closer than I was when I started. Along the way I had a daughter, bought a house, got the wife a new car and had her eyes fixed with laser surgery but instead of seeing these as improvements instead to me all I saw was that for 8 years of working I was nowhere nearer my goal. I haven't enjoyed my life and that ends now. I no longer care about money, you can't take it with you and I'd much rather have some fun along the way than continue to live as I have. As the mantra goes "All work and no play makes Homer something something" and I truly believe that especially over the past 2-3 years I've slowly been going slightly crazy because of the hopeless battle I've been fighting against a seemingly immovable object. I always thought that once I got "finished" I would be able to enjoy my life, do the things I wanted to do, buy things I wanted to buy, go places I wanted to go, but after 8 years of working without getting a step closer to "finished" I figure screw it...I'm going to do all that now and let the mountain move on it's own cause I no longer care. Toys and trips and good times here I come baby!
Life is going to be fun if it fukkin kills me.
8.27.2010
Preparation and Zombies
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Obviously I am not a cheerful trusting soul, and though it causes friction in my interactions with the world it has served me well defensively. Pessimism eliminates disappointment, realism allows acceptance sans emotion, and my distrust towards humanity...well that just means that as a general rule of thumb I don't trust you, I don't like you, and I will never rely on you for anything. In light of current events I find myself becoming more and more aware of my survivalist leanings.
I'm taking a leveled or layered approach to self preparedness. Obviously the first level is my Pocket Dump, followed by my Day Bag, and this is where my outfitting stops currently. As you move up in level one would assume the equipment becomes more specific and less "generally" useful (as well as more expensive and extensive) next would be a more traditional BOB in my car, followed by the most extensive supply at home. My logic is use your pockets to get you to your bag, your bag to get to the car, the car to get to the house and you can work through your levels as necessary based on your location/situation at the onset of whatever is happening.
My off the shelf backpack has loads of room but most of it's wasted because everything is loose in the bag. So I'm going to consolidate the meds into a first aid kit of sorts, along with additional related materials and buy a new pack for my Day Bag. My current backpack will rotate into my BOB in the car as it has a large capacity for things I won't need often but would want to have around. Then we move into "other" hardware...I'll discuss that later on. Remember you're only safe with a properly thought out zombie plan.
Obviously I am not a cheerful trusting soul, and though it causes friction in my interactions with the world it has served me well defensively. Pessimism eliminates disappointment, realism allows acceptance sans emotion, and my distrust towards humanity...well that just means that as a general rule of thumb I don't trust you, I don't like you, and I will never rely on you for anything. In light of current events I find myself becoming more and more aware of my survivalist leanings.
Survivalism is a movement of individuals or groups (called survivalists) who are actively preparing for future possible disruptions in local, regional, national, or international social or political order. Survivalists often prepare for this anticipated disruption by having emergency medical training, stockpiling food and water, preparing for self-defense and self-sufficiency, and/or building structures that will help them to survive or "disappear" (e.g., a survival retreat or underground shelter).Without even realizing what I was doing I have made additions to my Pocket Dump (the contents of my pockets on any given day) to include a small powerful flashlight and a self contained screwdriver kit as well as the ever present Usual Suspects (knife, keys, phone, wallet, pen, lighter). Beyond "on my person" I'm actively carrying what I'll term my "day-bag" a pack with my nook, various meds (of which there's a growing variety and supply), charging cables (for phone, nook, etc), a small ration of Dr Pepper (for work), lighter fluid (for the lighter in my pocket) and my _____ (no I'm not clarifying on that right now).
I'm taking a leveled or layered approach to self preparedness. Obviously the first level is my Pocket Dump, followed by my Day Bag, and this is where my outfitting stops currently. As you move up in level one would assume the equipment becomes more specific and less "generally" useful (as well as more expensive and extensive) next would be a more traditional BOB in my car, followed by the most extensive supply at home. My logic is use your pockets to get you to your bag, your bag to get to the car, the car to get to the house and you can work through your levels as necessary based on your location/situation at the onset of whatever is happening.
My off the shelf backpack has loads of room but most of it's wasted because everything is loose in the bag. So I'm going to consolidate the meds into a first aid kit of sorts, along with additional related materials and buy a new pack for my Day Bag. My current backpack will rotate into my BOB in the car as it has a large capacity for things I won't need often but would want to have around. Then we move into "other" hardware...I'll discuss that later on. Remember you're only safe with a properly thought out zombie plan.
8.26.2010
Failures and fantasies
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I didn't get the chance to post yesterday because I was out and about town shaking hands with customers and delivering Hatch green chiles.Got to meet several of the people I speak to every day (for the first time) face to face and that was quite and enjoyable experience. Not one of them matched the image in my head I had developed from hearing their voices. So tomorrow Kara is off to get herself ready for the trip with various spa type girly appointments through the day and I'll be working as usual. Then it's the weekend followed by a short week and BOOM we're in Vegas!
While the primary reason for the trip is The Gathering, and I don't gamble for whatever reason, I'm quite looking forward to possibly playing a few hands at a table or playing a few slots and maybe coming away with a few extra bucks. I'm not the lucky type so I don't expect to win but it sure would be nice to say I managed while I was there. I think I was originally planning to come home with several knives and no money, but recently I find myself looking at outfitting my world for a more defensive existence so I think I'll probably pick up a couple of blades and save some cash for "other" hardware. Preparation for war is the only guarantee of peace.
I didn't get the chance to post yesterday because I was out and about town shaking hands with customers and delivering Hatch green chiles.Got to meet several of the people I speak to every day (for the first time) face to face and that was quite and enjoyable experience. Not one of them matched the image in my head I had developed from hearing their voices. So tomorrow Kara is off to get herself ready for the trip with various spa type girly appointments through the day and I'll be working as usual. Then it's the weekend followed by a short week and BOOM we're in Vegas!
While the primary reason for the trip is The Gathering, and I don't gamble for whatever reason, I'm quite looking forward to possibly playing a few hands at a table or playing a few slots and maybe coming away with a few extra bucks. I'm not the lucky type so I don't expect to win but it sure would be nice to say I managed while I was there. I think I was originally planning to come home with several knives and no money, but recently I find myself looking at outfitting my world for a more defensive existence so I think I'll probably pick up a couple of blades and save some cash for "other" hardware. Preparation for war is the only guarantee of peace.
8.24.2010
T - minus 9 days and counting
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Just 9 days left before the wife and I head to Vegas for The Gathering. Kara has a pedicure/spa/whatever day Friday to get ready for the trip and I'm chomping at the bit to find something shiny and razor sharp to bring home with me from the show. The plane tickets have been bought and paid for, the hotel is booked and paid in advance, we've got tickets paid for Jeff Dunham at Caesar's Palace and spending money tucked away for the weekend. So far this week has been painfully slow and I'm betting that the three days next week will be even worse before we can leave. Here's hoping it passes quickly so I don't lose my mind.
Just 9 days left before the wife and I head to Vegas for The Gathering. Kara has a pedicure/spa/whatever day Friday to get ready for the trip and I'm chomping at the bit to find something shiny and razor sharp to bring home with me from the show. The plane tickets have been bought and paid for, the hotel is booked and paid in advance, we've got tickets paid for Jeff Dunham at Caesar's Palace and spending money tucked away for the weekend. So far this week has been painfully slow and I'm betting that the three days next week will be even worse before we can leave. Here's hoping it passes quickly so I don't lose my mind.
8.23.2010
State of the union
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So it's been about a month since we put our house on the open market. We had our first showing the first day and after that...nothing. We haven't had any more showings or any interest in the house whatsoever and despite my usual cheery disposition (it's called sarcasm...stfu) this is starting to grind on my nerves. I just find it difficult to believe that in a twin-city environment of nearly 200,000 people there's not a single person looking at houses. So on that note into the second month of zero activity we go.
And to anyone who actually reads my "stupid blog" thanks...it's nice to have a place where I can be who I want.
So it's been about a month since we put our house on the open market. We had our first showing the first day and after that...nothing. We haven't had any more showings or any interest in the house whatsoever and despite my usual cheery disposition (it's called sarcasm...stfu) this is starting to grind on my nerves. I just find it difficult to believe that in a twin-city environment of nearly 200,000 people there's not a single person looking at houses. So on that note into the second month of zero activity we go.
And to anyone who actually reads my "stupid blog" thanks...it's nice to have a place where I can be who I want.
8.22.2010
Question everything
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Question everything. Ask why I think you should question everything. Ask why water is wet, why the sky is blue during the day and black at night. Ask why ducks float and penguins don't. Asking questions is the only way to learn and learning is the only thing truly worth working for. If you can survive without asking questions then I simultaneously envy your blind trust, and pity your ignorance and stupidity. I'll never understand why anyone can just believe something without ever wondering why.
Question everything. Ask why I think you should question everything. Ask why water is wet, why the sky is blue during the day and black at night. Ask why ducks float and penguins don't. Asking questions is the only way to learn and learning is the only thing truly worth working for. If you can survive without asking questions then I simultaneously envy your blind trust, and pity your ignorance and stupidity. I'll never understand why anyone can just believe something without ever wondering why.
8.21.2010
Dreams and discontentment
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Dreams are a powerful medium. Whether speaking of the stories and images your mind conjures while you are sleeping or the hopes you have for yourself, others, or the world in general. In my dream I see a world filled with people who have cast off their primitive superstitions and mindless obsessions with life or death or gods. Where those of us who are smart enough to see religion for the disease it is are no longer outnumbered by the sick minded majority huddling in the back of their caves praying into the darkness for something they aren't willing or capable of achieving for themselves.
Religion is a disease. Like cancer, or HIV, there's is no magical pill or elixir that can cure it. It seeks to infect the fresh minds of our children in order to be assured of it's own perpetuation as it has for centuries before. Each generation is taught to fear the unknown, to accept their own ignorance, and above all never to question anything or think for themselves. Learning is limited, intelligence actively squashed and even now in the face of scientific marvels and a mountain of evidence constantly disproving their gods existence we humans, being weak minded cattle, continue to hide from reality in our churches, and synagogues, and mosques.
When I drive down any street I am constantly barraged by the religious stupidity in my world. I see the signs outside of churches with their propaganda laced slogans and mottoes that even the smallest inkling of logical thought makes worthy of ridicule. On cars everywhere I see "Real men love Jesus" and other idiotic stickers and emblems. When I'm reading through my news feeds on Facebook I'm assaulted by mindless zombies with their status updates about "Jesus is lord click like if you agree" and "God is great" or someone they loved died "but they are with God now in his kingdom" blah blah blah. Why is the human race so intellectually retarded that they can't see the reality of the world around them?
Our world is a horrid place full of murder and hate and history books filled to overflowing with the atrocities of mankind. More of those atrocities have been committed in the name of one non-existent deity or another in a pissing contest on such a massive scale that it should boggle the mind of any sane human being should they ever stop to consider that it all boils down to "MY invisible friend and beat up YOUR invisible friend"
Well guess what humanity...my invisible friend is science and someday he will destroy your gods. Too stupid for science? Try religion...with any luck you'll pick some form that ends with you in sneakers and sweats under a sheet with a Kool-aid smile and leave the intelligent few alone.
Dreams are a powerful medium. Whether speaking of the stories and images your mind conjures while you are sleeping or the hopes you have for yourself, others, or the world in general. In my dream I see a world filled with people who have cast off their primitive superstitions and mindless obsessions with life or death or gods. Where those of us who are smart enough to see religion for the disease it is are no longer outnumbered by the sick minded majority huddling in the back of their caves praying into the darkness for something they aren't willing or capable of achieving for themselves.
Religion is a disease. Like cancer, or HIV, there's is no magical pill or elixir that can cure it. It seeks to infect the fresh minds of our children in order to be assured of it's own perpetuation as it has for centuries before. Each generation is taught to fear the unknown, to accept their own ignorance, and above all never to question anything or think for themselves. Learning is limited, intelligence actively squashed and even now in the face of scientific marvels and a mountain of evidence constantly disproving their gods existence we humans, being weak minded cattle, continue to hide from reality in our churches, and synagogues, and mosques.
When I drive down any street I am constantly barraged by the religious stupidity in my world. I see the signs outside of churches with their propaganda laced slogans and mottoes that even the smallest inkling of logical thought makes worthy of ridicule. On cars everywhere I see "Real men love Jesus" and other idiotic stickers and emblems. When I'm reading through my news feeds on Facebook I'm assaulted by mindless zombies with their status updates about "Jesus is lord click like if you agree" and "God is great" or someone they loved died "but they are with God now in his kingdom" blah blah blah. Why is the human race so intellectually retarded that they can't see the reality of the world around them?
Our world is a horrid place full of murder and hate and history books filled to overflowing with the atrocities of mankind. More of those atrocities have been committed in the name of one non-existent deity or another in a pissing contest on such a massive scale that it should boggle the mind of any sane human being should they ever stop to consider that it all boils down to "MY invisible friend and beat up YOUR invisible friend"
Well guess what humanity...my invisible friend is science and someday he will destroy your gods. Too stupid for science? Try religion...with any luck you'll pick some form that ends with you in sneakers and sweats under a sheet with a Kool-aid smile and leave the intelligent few alone.
8.20.2010
Falling down
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I missed posting anything yesterday because I was having a really horrible day. Try and help someone out and show them there's no hard feelings for how they treated you in the past and you end up getting raked over the coals. I despise the human race.
Today on the other hand my day started out with catching a random post from a Pastafarian on my Facebook feed touting the wonders of our creator the Flying Spaghetti Monster. Makes me smile to see those rare jewels of sanity in a world predominantly populated by mentally diseased people with their invisible friends and dogmatic dedication to closing their eyes and plugging their ears and yelling LALALALALALALA in the face of scientific reality and evidence. That being the case let me follow up with...
Let us give thanks to her high holiness the Invisible Pink Unicorn, may her holy hooves never be shod. And be not tempted by the Purple Oyster of Doom and his pepperoni and mushroom pizza for the righteous path is paved with pineapple and Canadian bacon.
Went to dinner last night with my favorite director for the last time. He is moving to the big apple to pursue his own dreams and ambitions which I find both exceedingly risky and an enviable course of action. I'm saddened that I will not get to work with him in the future, remembering that he has been involved in every show I have done, but at the same time I am excited to see how things turn out for him there; allowing me to live somewhat vicariously through his experiences there. Hopefully we can go visit him next summer once he has gotten himself settled in.
On a totally unrelated note, this morning Rackley's Law proved itself yet again. What in the hell is wrong with people today?! Ok theoretical scenario here...you work for ________ running a ________ machine that makes _______. 20 years ago you would be considered "skilled labor" and likely would have been very good at what you do. In modern industry the only real requirement for this position is "warm body" and the expectation tend to follow closely along those lines. How hard is it to take a little pride in your work? I mean when the ________ finishes making a _________ stop for a second before you start the next ___________ and look at the first fucking ________ and think to yourself "Gee...that looks like shit...I wonder why that is..." Then you can consider the operation and figure out why there's a problem and fix it instead of starting the next ______ and the next and the next.
PULL YOUR HEAD OUT OF YOUR ASS PEOPLE!!!
I missed posting anything yesterday because I was having a really horrible day. Try and help someone out and show them there's no hard feelings for how they treated you in the past and you end up getting raked over the coals. I despise the human race.
Today on the other hand my day started out with catching a random post from a Pastafarian on my Facebook feed touting the wonders of our creator the Flying Spaghetti Monster. Makes me smile to see those rare jewels of sanity in a world predominantly populated by mentally diseased people with their invisible friends and dogmatic dedication to closing their eyes and plugging their ears and yelling LALALALALALALA in the face of scientific reality and evidence. That being the case let me follow up with...
Let us give thanks to her high holiness the Invisible Pink Unicorn, may her holy hooves never be shod. And be not tempted by the Purple Oyster of Doom and his pepperoni and mushroom pizza for the righteous path is paved with pineapple and Canadian bacon.
Went to dinner last night with my favorite director for the last time. He is moving to the big apple to pursue his own dreams and ambitions which I find both exceedingly risky and an enviable course of action. I'm saddened that I will not get to work with him in the future, remembering that he has been involved in every show I have done, but at the same time I am excited to see how things turn out for him there; allowing me to live somewhat vicariously through his experiences there. Hopefully we can go visit him next summer once he has gotten himself settled in.
On a totally unrelated note, this morning Rackley's Law proved itself yet again. What in the hell is wrong with people today?! Ok theoretical scenario here...you work for ________ running a ________ machine that makes _______. 20 years ago you would be considered "skilled labor" and likely would have been very good at what you do. In modern industry the only real requirement for this position is "warm body" and the expectation tend to follow closely along those lines. How hard is it to take a little pride in your work? I mean when the ________ finishes making a _________ stop for a second before you start the next ___________ and look at the first fucking ________ and think to yourself "Gee...that looks like shit...I wonder why that is..." Then you can consider the operation and figure out why there's a problem and fix it instead of starting the next ______ and the next and the next.
PULL YOUR HEAD OUT OF YOUR ASS PEOPLE!!!
8.18.2010
Let them eat cake
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Tonight we're headed to Genghis! It's this buffet of raw foods (veggies, tofu, chicken, pork, beef, etc etc etc) with jars of various sauces and spices. You take a bowl and fill it full of ingredients and pass it to the chef working a huge flat top and he stir-frys it up for you. We loved to eat there when we lived in DFW but now they've got one here and I'm so excited I can barely stand myself.
My daughter can be a somewhat finicky eater, she's three so it's to be expected to one degree or another, and is likely not going to eat anything available there. I figure we'll try a simple chicken stir-fry and see how she feels about it but if she doesn't eat well... Thankfully I've convinced the wife that if she doesn't eat at dinner we'll just fix her something simple when we get home. This way there's a backup plan but we still get to go eat and maybe she will actually like it. My tummy's rumbling already.
Tonight we're headed to Genghis! It's this buffet of raw foods (veggies, tofu, chicken, pork, beef, etc etc etc) with jars of various sauces and spices. You take a bowl and fill it full of ingredients and pass it to the chef working a huge flat top and he stir-frys it up for you. We loved to eat there when we lived in DFW but now they've got one here and I'm so excited I can barely stand myself.
My daughter can be a somewhat finicky eater, she's three so it's to be expected to one degree or another, and is likely not going to eat anything available there. I figure we'll try a simple chicken stir-fry and see how she feels about it but if she doesn't eat well... Thankfully I've convinced the wife that if she doesn't eat at dinner we'll just fix her something simple when we get home. This way there's a backup plan but we still get to go eat and maybe she will actually like it. My tummy's rumbling already.
8.17.2010
House for sale
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We're trying to sell our house. We've outgrown it and we would like to get into one a little bigger and with any luck a little nicer neighborhood. I know this may come as a shock but I'm a pessimist and a realist and unfortunately that's not jiving particularly well with the current situation. See, our house is going into our third week on the market and we've only had one single showing. I'm trying to be patient and understanding but I'm the type of person who wants to do something. If something is wrong with the house that is causing people not to buy it then I want to know about it so that I can fix it. But if nobody is seeing the house then it's not possible for there to be anything wrong preventing someone from buying meaning there's nothing I can fix. It makes me feel completely helpless.
My best friend seems to think I should dump my realtor because a friend of his was getting the same "Nobody is looking at any houses right now" story from his realtor, changed realtors and boom...sold his house. I don't have the slightest clue what to think or what to do with things as they are. Our house isn't selling, we already found a house we love but we can't make a move on it unless our house sells first, but if ours doesn't sell before the one we want does then we're back to square one. No amount of "positive thinking" is going to change that.
On the one hand, if we change realtors and the house sells in a hurry then woohoo! But the flipside of that coin is that if we change and we still aren't getting showings and the house isn't moving then we are stupid for jumping ship for no reason. I hate feeling stupid even more than I hate feeling helpless. I think the old adage about "Good things come to those who wait" is a crock of shit. Waiting doesn't accomplish anything, DOING something accomplishes things. Unfortunately there's nothing I can DO except WAIT. I just want to run screaming from the room, find a dark corner to lay down in the fetal position, and whimper until this all goes away.
We're trying to sell our house. We've outgrown it and we would like to get into one a little bigger and with any luck a little nicer neighborhood. I know this may come as a shock but I'm a pessimist and a realist and unfortunately that's not jiving particularly well with the current situation. See, our house is going into our third week on the market and we've only had one single showing. I'm trying to be patient and understanding but I'm the type of person who wants to do something. If something is wrong with the house that is causing people not to buy it then I want to know about it so that I can fix it. But if nobody is seeing the house then it's not possible for there to be anything wrong preventing someone from buying meaning there's nothing I can fix. It makes me feel completely helpless.
My best friend seems to think I should dump my realtor because a friend of his was getting the same "Nobody is looking at any houses right now" story from his realtor, changed realtors and boom...sold his house. I don't have the slightest clue what to think or what to do with things as they are. Our house isn't selling, we already found a house we love but we can't make a move on it unless our house sells first, but if ours doesn't sell before the one we want does then we're back to square one. No amount of "positive thinking" is going to change that.
On the one hand, if we change realtors and the house sells in a hurry then woohoo! But the flipside of that coin is that if we change and we still aren't getting showings and the house isn't moving then we are stupid for jumping ship for no reason. I hate feeling stupid even more than I hate feeling helpless. I think the old adage about "Good things come to those who wait" is a crock of shit. Waiting doesn't accomplish anything, DOING something accomplishes things. Unfortunately there's nothing I can DO except WAIT. I just want to run screaming from the room, find a dark corner to lay down in the fetal position, and whimper until this all goes away.
8.16.2010
AN INTRODUCTION
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I am a riddle, inside a conundrum, marinated in controversy, wrapped in bacon and served on a bagel. With cheese. I like cheese.
I am a liberal republican atheist. I love the idea of America but I despise what America has become. I'm not racist, I'm not sexist, I hate everyone equally. I realize the numerous contradictions involved in being me but hey, I am what I am. I love to cook, I love to eat, my doctor says I need to watch my diet and lose a little weight.
My name is Charles and this is my world.
I am a riddle, inside a conundrum, marinated in controversy, wrapped in bacon and served on a bagel. With cheese. I like cheese.
I am a liberal republican atheist. I love the idea of America but I despise what America has become. I'm not racist, I'm not sexist, I hate everyone equally. I realize the numerous contradictions involved in being me but hey, I am what I am. I love to cook, I love to eat, my doctor says I need to watch my diet and lose a little weight.
My name is Charles and this is my world.
-=MY DISCLAIMER=-
I want to make myself explicitly clear with this post because every single post from this time on will reference it.
This is my house.
You don't like what I have to say or how I say it?
Get the fuck out.
I am NOT a nice person.
I AM GOING TO OFFEND YOU.
If I fail to offend you then congratulations...you are a highly evolved being worthy of my respect.
If I OFFEND YOU
Reading my blog is a choice you made. You can make the decision NOT to read it just as easily. I welcome comments and discussion, but if you have nothing intelligent to say then prepare yourself to receive a reply in a similar vein. If you can speak with intelligence and debate your point I will treat you with the same respect you offer me. If you simply want to light a fire then you will be responded to in kind.
My name is Charles and this is my world.
EDIT TO ADD
If you comment just to say something to the effect of "You suck" your comment will be deleted.
This is my house.
You don't like what I have to say or how I say it?
Get the fuck out.
I am NOT a nice person.
I AM GOING TO OFFEND YOU.
If I fail to offend you then congratulations...you are a highly evolved being worthy of my respect.
If I OFFEND YOU
Reading my blog is a choice you made. You can make the decision NOT to read it just as easily. I welcome comments and discussion, but if you have nothing intelligent to say then prepare yourself to receive a reply in a similar vein. If you can speak with intelligence and debate your point I will treat you with the same respect you offer me. If you simply want to light a fire then you will be responded to in kind.
My name is Charles and this is my world.
EDIT TO ADD
If you comment just to say something to the effect of "You suck" your comment will be deleted.
8.15.2010
New
Going to start my own blog. This is my house. You don't like what I have to say or how I say it? Get the fuck out. End of subject. I want to have a place where I can talk about how I feel, what I think. Where I can contemplate aloud my hopes and dreams. A place where I can simply be who I am. No games. No image. My name is Charles and this is my world.
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