What is with the people at the Plaid?!
Current mood: amused
Category: Life
Last year, some of you may recall Rick and Sarah referencing a creepy Plaid Pantry guy.
I guess now that he doesn't work across from where I work, I feel ok talking about it. This guy CONSTANTLY hit on me, most likely because I was the one person that would be nice and talk to him. I'm of the people, considering I am one...so I talk to EVERYONE.
His last day, he looks at me, holds up his left hand, and goes "I don't see a ring on this finger yet." AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
I tell Sarah this and the next thing I know...my mother is calling me to ask if there's something I'm not telling her. She had heard from a coworker that I was getting married. Ha. Ha. *snort* Never. I still have this whole thing against institutional stages in life, little things we're taught that are required of us to be a complete person.
I.E. I can love someone without the law, a ring, or a contract. Not that I loved Mr. Creepy...but my mom KNOWS THIS. And she was serious. I think she reads my blog as well. Hi, Mom. :)
Yeah. So that was my summer LAST year. This year is no different. Well, it's kind of different. Different guy. Same act. He flirted yesterday. And he's old enough to be my father. Not to mention he's one of Plaid Pantry's finest.
Today, I saw him steal a jerky stick. And hide it out of view from the camera. I know it was out of view because he made a point to hide it in his hands when walking up to the register...and then he put it on the side the camera doesn't pick up.
I'm not going to rat him out. It's a piece of beef jerky. And he looked like he really wanted it.
But why do I have to deal with the Plaid Pantry creepies? Why do they always like talking to ME?! That's all I want to know.
Generations
Current mood: aggravated
Category: Blogging
I participated in a gathering yesterday that talked about the differences between my generation, and GenX. (Really, I'm right on the line between the two, but apparently I'm GenY- a millenial.)
According to what people say, we're going to be a bunch of conforming jackholes.
The complete opposite of GenX, apparently the millenials are going to be less likely to take chances to make money, and enjoy rules. They're going to be "more open to big name brands" and take less of an emphasis on individualism. Oh, and more clean cut/square than the GI generation....so basically, people my age NOW are all going to be very boring old people that enjoy stifling creativity.
What the frick. I don't want to be classified as one of these people. Big name brands aren't my thing simply because it means I'm just like every other jerk out there. Rules are meant to be challenged, the status quo isn't something to be accepted.
I was sitting there, being told how I'm going to be...how my peers are going to be. And all I could think about was exactly how some stranger could classify an entire population of people like that...how can you take millions of people, before they even entirely choose their path...and tell them "You are going to do this, you're going to believe in this, you're going to accept this as your reality."
Even before they've made their own choices...or even developed as a person.
It just annoys me. And if they're right, it will continue to annoy me simply because that means people are really predictable.
I know this is a couple of days late, I needed to let it set in.
"Well, Carnegie was important I guess because I grew up in New York and all that. Also because it was near the Copa which is the place I always hated working the most. If you have any intelligence at all it doesn't go over at the Copa. One time I worked at the Copa for three weeks and it was really hostile. I told the audiences I was a Dada humorist who had come there for their rejection."
What Offshore Drilling Means to ME.
Current mood: happy
Category: News and Politics
Our President took a year to realize that Americans can't afford the current oil prices under this economy.
Wow. Only a year? His track record shows that he usually takes much, much longer to make crucial decisions that everyone is screaming out for months. It's like that kid in school that gets the answer wrong even though everyone is sitting there whispering it to him.
But enough of that. By this point in time, we all know he's a horrible president. The happiness and success of the 90's is over. At least I got a good childhood out of it.
As much as I want to be independent from foreign oil, I don't think using our reserves is the way to do it. It's a temporary solution, something that bad business men do. A stop-gap solution.
Why aren't we pouring this money into new r&d? Am I the only one who thinks that everything business has done in the last 10 years has been *too* safe? They're doing what they're doing because that's the way it's been done for as long as these execs can remember...and they're afraid to take chances in case it blows up in their face.
Steve Jobs tried something new. And once upon a time, Bill Gates tried something new. (Besides the stealing and lying he did...)
It would be relatively simple to invent transportation that generated its own hydrogen. We've done more complex operations. And what does hydrogen break down into? Water.
Sure I know that there's other things to consider...like those freaks that would use these cars to blow up stuff. But, they're already doing that. And it won't take the power of a hydrogen bomb to power a soccer mom's mini van. It also wouldn't be that difficult with modern day technology to create a system that is completely contained within a vehicle. Meaning you'd never have to fuel up.
Oh. Wait. That means we'd lose the oil industry. You know, that industry that's making record profits (meaning they're paying record taxes). And...remember, those lobbyists drop a lot of cash in D.C. to make sure that these politicians get re-elected. So then they can vote against any of this happening.
So while you and I are struggling to get to work and back on wages that only increased .4% in the last 2 years compared to the .9% increase in consumer goods (Those are figures from last year, btw. You know...when gas was a dollar cheaper)...Washington is sitting there waiting for their pockets to be lined by the gold of thieves.
Another thing that bothers me about it...hitting our reserves up north is a baaaaaaad idea.
We have 25,000 polar bears left on the planet. These creatures keep several populations in check (seals, sea lions, several fish species, etc). 2,000 of the bears live where we would be drilling. And our wonderful Fish and Wildlife association says that they don't care if these bears get hurt in the process.
These bears are extremely senstive to environmental disturbances. So that means...let's bring in industrial equipment, crews that will be camping out in the area...noise, vibrations, change. All the things that disrupt an already struggling species.
"The oil and gas industry in operating under the kind of rules they have operated under for 15 years has not been a threat to the species," H. Dale Hall, the Fish and Wildlife Service's director, told The Associated Press on Friday. "It was the ice melting and the habitat going away that was a threat to the species over everything else."
To me, I interpret that as "it's not as big as THIS control, so we're going to ignore it."
Lazy science mixed with cowboy politics. Aren't we sick of that in this country? The thing about change, is usually it involves changes things you don't want to. I drove for a living up until I got hurt, now I'm done- for good.
It's not economically feasible to drive 20,000k a year for what I was getting in return...so I'm ceasing that behavior and adapting to my current environment. You know, what smart creatures do to survive. (this sounds kind of contradictory. I believe it's a humane responsibility to clean up the messes after ourselves. We've contributed to climate change...no matter what you think about global warming, human presence has contributed to the current status of the planet. So we should look out for those that we fucked with.)
All in all, it's a bad idea. It doesn't represent what is good for the collective in this country, and it's just more of the same sort of thing that we've seen everywhere else. Laziness and fear has been deep within business, politics, and unfortunately...science for at least a decade, maybe more.
And on a side note, I recently figured out that Diet Peach Snapple at Plaid Pantry is more PER GALLON than a gallon of gas.
Little Pieces of Paper
Current mood: I’M OTHER! >.<
Category: I’M OTHER! >.< Blogging
I'm an *adult.* Whatever that means.
Do you know how I came to this realization? My best friend (from way, way back) has a 16 year old little sister that has a myspace.
Sitting there reading it...thinking about how 5 years ago, she was just this annoying little 11 year old (much like my brother is now. siiiiiiiigh) I realized that I'm what's considered...a "grown up."
Age is a funny thing. People label you by it. 18-25 year old men are supposed to live for the moment...but the second they turn 26, they turn into an entirely different person because they're now in a different category.
I've been thinking a lot about time and money recently. I think everyone is...but I'm not thinking about the economy or anything like that.
What I don't get is how something we created-humans created the concept of time AND money- how these things run us. How they control our current society completely.
Bartering is a much more natural system for humans. "I'll give you three fish for that leg of lamb." You know?!
No. Instead we have these funny little pieces of paper that people kill each other over. These pieces of paper are guarded by the overpriviledged because they're worried the underpriviledged will get their hands on it. Those savages.
In order to learn things after being indoctrinated through the public schools, you have to have them. Or find someone who will give them to you.
Kings have hoarded it, people have died for it, the poor want it, the rich have it...and for what?
For it to be completely devalued by another institution we, as humans, have created. The economy. You all know what I am talking about. Remember those history books in high school? The ones where people had fucking wheelbarrows full of money? Yeah.
We created that. It's really dark if you think about it. We let our own monster completely control us. Supply and Demand is a natural thing. Inflation is not. The money never goes up or down in value, that's a perceived notion. People think these things are worth more.
They also think that they are worth more. They don't think that their degrees or their job skills are worth it because it makes them more intelligent...or improves them internally.
No. They do it because they think it makes them worth more of these little pieces of paper.
We are our own worst enemy. It's true. Now, I'm not trying to say that money is the root of all evil...because evil exists without money.But I do think it brings out the worst in people. What other single thing (besides a substance addiction) can make someone steal from a human that they have intimate ties with?
My entire education thus far has been a sham. Honestly. Why did I kill myself trying to pass those statistic and economics classes? So I can blog on myspace about charts and theories on stagflation. Something else we created.
I was watching this documentary involving a woman exploring the Amazon. It made me miss science. A lot. I've been thinking about going down a completely different path. Educationally at least. Business is such a pretentious bullshit class. It is a constant peering down their noses at everything else because they are able to run the world on perceived value.
Currently....
Current mood: anxious
Category: Life
I'm sitting here being an anxiety-ridden mess. See, I have a questionable visit to the court system today.
2 weeks before Kristen broke herself, I had an issue. It was called a sticky spedometer. So yeah...I got pulled over twice because even though I had enough time to unknowingly accelerate to 50, my spedometer said *zero.*
Yeah. My life loves me.
The first ticket, I was really upset. I didn't mention the sticky spedometer because I didn't think it mattered. The second time, I mentioned that sucker and the officer said that if I brought in a receipt to get it fixed, he would dismiss it.
Today is my court date for the first ticket. The one without the promise of dismissal.
Gah. Wish me luck.
As a side note, I'm one week away from never having to wear my storm trooper boot again! Yeeeeeeeeeees.
As another side note, just hope that you never have to do this. There really wasn't THAT much pain considering I've stared at my xrays for hours trying to figure out why I never cried.
But you get itchier than a homeless guy with a year's worth of body lice. It's disgusting. Ick.
Myspace is the devil. See, I enjoy reading people's stories...about their lives. This is why I read nonfiction...this is why I do what I do. I like the stories behind things.
That's what makes us human.
So I can sit there for long periods of time looking on myspace.
click. Some days, I end up on someone's page that I used to know. And yeah, I am always curious about how people's lives change. The way mine changes is crazy enough..And sure enough! People move, they get divorces...life goes up and then it goes back down as it does for us all.
Sure, I care about these people. Old best friends...people from college, people I've just fallen out of touch with. If we were really close at some point, I'll message them. Otherwise, I read their blogs, their comments. Why would I message someone I used to barely know? "Hey this is the girl you never talked to in high school! How's it goin?"
No. Thanks.
Click. Other times, it's complete strangers. People I don't know...but something about their musical tastes or their words have moved me...and I identify with them. So I go back once a week or so just to look. Myspace is really just a way to stare at someone's life story. It's right there for you to read. You can see the waves of their existence. Sure, it may be only part of an existence...but you get what they're about.
And that is better than any book that can be written by someone. It makes me think.
This is my celebrity gossip. This is my politics. And frankly, it's the world. I'm amazed by the world. And emotions of normal, every day people. Everyone is a bit of an exhibitionist when it comes to their life. They all want to matter, to have someone care about their trials and tribulations...if even just for that one fucking moment. That one crystalline second in the ether, you matter...and it doesn't even matter that it's just the internet- full of things like "OMGWTFBBQ!!11!!" or lolcats.
The internet is full of ridiculousness. But it's all about people. That's why it's so ridiculous. It shows us the good, the bad, the silly, and the ugly about ourselves. That's what books used to do. That's what performances used to do. And the internet is one more venue for us to perform.
It's either what we want to be...or what we are. Look at Youtube. Do you think those kids would ever get up and rock out like that in front of their classmates? It takes something special to get that chubby kid to film himself in his underwear doing a workout video. But for that one moment in time...he felt like a super star.
And isn't that the most important thing? He felt like he mattered. There wasn't anyone picking on him and people were cheering him on. He got past that finish line without any dickheads judging him to his face.
That's what it's about. Someone getting THEIR chance to be in the spotlight. Everyone deserves to feel special and on top of that mountain at some point in their life.
And I enjoy reading about it. Or watching it. I rarely comment or add to it...but these stories are special in one way or another.
Bye Bye Hillary...*waves*
Current mood: annoyed
Category: News and Politics
First off, let me say that if Hillary is Barack's VP candidate, I'm not voting.
There's a reason I didn't vote for her in the first place.
(actually a couple...I'm a registered independent, but lean waaaaaay to the left. When primaries roll through, I usually re-register so I can vote in them. But since I'm a horrible procrastinator, the last day to do it was the morning I was rushing in and out of the house--and BROKE MY LEG!! So I got screwed. No primary for K. Siigh.)
I find Hillary polarizing. And shaming to women. Anyone who enters a field that is predominately in the public's eye and blames their shortcomings on sexism makes me ill. Claiming after a debate that they're just picking on you because you're a woman is deplorable. They're picking on you because you're a politician in a competitive race running against them.
I would not vote for her, could not vote for her. We need a lady that would not cry and throw a tempertantrum. (Think Margaret Thatcher)
And then...I read...this. It's only part of it...but it's disgusting for feminism....it sets us back about a million years.
"Siskind was one of the speakers at a rally that brought busloads of people, overwhelmingly women, to demonstrate near the Democratic National Committee (DNC) meeting that would decide the status of the Florida and Michigan delegations. The states had been stripped of their delegates--a decision Clinton endorsed--because they had broken party rules in holding their primaries early. But, as Clinton lost steam, seating them in full became crucial to her argument for the nomination, and thus, to her supporters, a matter of high democratic principle. Oaths to oppose Obama proliferated, often among longtime female fund-raisers. "You have betrayed us, our children, and our future," Siskind proclaimed during her speech, "and you will learn the new meaning of stay-at-home moms!"
Hillary Clinton has lost the nomination, but some of her most ardent female backers seem unwilling to accept it. A strange narrative has developed, abetted by Clinton and some of the mainstream feminist organizations. In it, the will of the voters was thwarted by chauvinistic party leaders in concert with a servile media, and Obama's victory represents a repeat of George W. Bush's in 2000. It's a story in which Obama becomes every arrogant young man who has ever edged out a more deserving middle-aged woman, and Clinton, hanging on until the bitter end, is not a spoiler but a feminist martyr.
This conviction, that sexism cost Clinton the nomination, is likely to be one of the more toxic legacies of this primary season. It is leaving her supporters feeling not just disappointed but victimized, many convinced that Obama's win is illegitimate."
Because being a feminist means being a victim. Please. What happened to women's empowerment? What happened to taking accountability for your own actions? Hillary wanted Michigan and Florida to be penalized until she started losing.
I know this well. My 11 year old brother throws fits when he doesn't get his way as well. Why should women be equated to children? That's how these people are behaving...and this isn't feminism. It's more of behaving like an self-entitled spoiled brat.
We're done with those sorts of politics. Stay at home moms don't represent the majority of the country's women...but I fear that women who relish in victimizing themselves will give the rest of us who believe in choice and consequence a stereotype that we will live with for the rest of our lifetime.
America is done with the politics of self-entitlement. We just had EIGHT YEARS OF IT. Eight years of bourgeois rednecks strangling the middle class and giving it to their peers- other bourgeois jerks. We're tired of that in this country. Actually, we're just tired. When I first got into radio, I was the only obsessive compulsive work-a-holic I was aware of. Now, most of the people I talk to have two jobs and work 7 days a week.
And yes, there is still trouble making ends meet.The middle class continues its turbulent path to extinction...taking most of us with it. The economy has tanked, our country is in debt for not millions...oh no. Millions was sooooooo 2002. We're in the BILLIONS kids. You can't even fathom that amount of money. I know I can't.
I never realized....
Current mood: determined
Category: Life
That sitting on my ass most of the day could be so mind-bendingly exhausting.
Emotionally selfish people suck. Literally. If you're not careful, they'll suck the life out of you. I typically try to keep most of my problems behind the curtain. I mean, I'll be up front with my reaction, but I never try to trash people's name through the mud. I never post little catty remarks...
I just don't get it. There's certain people that will only ever contact you for one thing...to bitch and moan about whatever drama is going on in their life. And they bring me into it! Sure, I might agree with you about the lame actions the antagonist is taking...but honey, it's a two way street. And you're trying to make it a one way. As if the person/people/creatures in question are the only ones in existence.
You know what I'm talking about. The phone conversations usually go like this:
"Hi! how are you?!"
Me: "Oh I broke my leg...and ya know, pain and stuff...but I'm coping."
"Oh that sucks. Well have you checked so and so's myspace/facebook/message board profile today? Can you believe it?!"
Me: "Oh shit....I gotta go."
yeah. You've all had those friendships. It's the freaking internet. Don't act like it's going to break your life.
I just find it caustic.
On another note, I found my copy of Final Fantasy VII. Unfortunately, it's a Greatest Hits release...so my $100 in value video game just turned to a 20$ game. Which is still double than what I paid for it...so I guess I'm not complaining.
TWO MORE WEEKS until my cast comes off! No more whining about it! Now, I can show off my creepy scars and creep out my 11 year old brother!
Well, almost. I have to be able to look at it first. See, I've kept it covered this whole time...because I'm horribly squeamish. I feel more pain looking at injuries than I do actually HAVING them. It's really weird.
Has anyone been in physical therapy before? I'm nervous about it. I don't know what to expect...any pointers?
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