| goodbye you guys |
[Jun. 17th, 2005|03:32 pm] |
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this is my last entry on this site; i have moved to blogspot.com because i feel it has a better, more user-friendly interface.
this is not to say that it's not as good as livejournal; in my opinion, the better interfaces are those that are easier to use, are good at management, and don't require you to do alot of searching to try and do something. basically, i like it better at blogspot.
my blogs (2 so far) there are at:
gsuswampthing.blogspot.com-my regular blog, where i talk about what happened to me during the day
ringoftheswamp.blogspot.com-my wrestling blog, where i discuss the latest happenings in the WWE
there will be more as time progresses, and you can find them on blogspot by simply clicking on my user profile.
goodbye
this is Jack, off. |
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| michael jackson would SOOOO get his butt handed to him if he ever set foot on RAW |
[Jun. 14th, 2005|03:36 pm] |
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| | Beat It, by Michael Jackson. wait, i'm over twelve! | ] |
okay. i don't post nearly enough as i should. i really need to do this alot more if i want other people to read it...otherwise, they won't know that there's something new to read.
so we finally got cable again. man am i glad. i got to see raw again last night for the first time since jeff went to europe, about a month ago. that's four weeks of one of the best shows available gone, and i'll never get to see them in reruns, except in the recaps of the previous weeks. for those of you who don't want to read my review, i have conveniently placed it at the bottom, which i think i will do from now on.
man i hope i get that job over there at parkers...i know it's gonna be hard, but i'll be making money, hopefully not getting shot, and be able to do cool stuff with Jennifer in the fall. man i wish she didn't read this blog...
anyway, i had my interview there yesterday, and i think it went pretty good...the manager didn't give it to me, but the dude with the dreds and really cool contacts did. the interview was pretty dadgum informal, though...i should know in a couple days, so if i don't hear anything tomorrow, i'll go over there on thursday to check on it.
i managed to convince richard to let me work outside of the soar dates at the palate, for which i am extremely thankful. i'm able to work and make money, which is the best thing i can do right now.
oh yeah...michael jackson got off. in my court, he only got off on little boys(yes, and you heard it here first, 'cuz i just made it up today!), but in the US court he got off on all charges, somehow. completely disregarding the impressive amount of evidence from the prosecution, the strong, solid witnesses for the prosecution, michael jackson's factual track record (in 93 a boy described a blotch on his penis perfectly, charges were later dropped after a present of about $13 million), and the plain and simple fact that he's a freak who likes to have sex with children. let's see, the kid says jackson gave them "Jesus juice," or alcohol, and is corroborated by jackson's maid. the kid says jackson showed him "barely legal magazines", and are they present at his house? you bet they were! were they found by police? you bet they were! were they in his bedroom? you bet they were! were they someone else's? Heck no!
and let's not forget Jackson's "spiritual advisor", aka Jesse Jackson, who, while he may not be related to said child molester, is certainly guilty of sexual sins of his own, cheating on his wife with his secretaries. yeah, great character there.
the people who testified for the defense were mostly jackson's friends, mostly character witnesses. Macauley Culkind, who of course can be trusted since he has been arrested for pot possession twice now (once at time of testimony, but still!). Jay Leno, the unfunny late night talk show host with a chin roughly the size of Texas. Michael himself never even took the stand. why? you'd think that would be the best thing to do, wouldn't you? my guess is his lawyers forbade him, since i guess it's hard to be a good actor when your nose falls off every three seconds.
Prosecution: "Mr. Jackson, what can you tell us about your relationship with the accused?"
MJ: "Well, we had a magical time at my"--pauses to put nose back on--"neverland ranch. i always thou"--nose fell off again--"thought he was a nice boy, not a mean"--noseless again--"mean boy who tells nasty lies--Dang it! if odly i had dever had sex with hib by dose wouldn't be falling off!"
no, michael, sorry, that's not why your nose keeps falling off. your nose keeps falling off because you're a freak who dangles his own children out of windows with bags over their heads, names them blanket, then has sex with their friends. You belong in jail. maybe now atleast no one will be dumb enough to let their kids stay at your house anymore.
oh yeah, the best michael jackson joke ever, created by yours truly:
Michael Jackson may be the king of pop, but the only thing he's been popping lately is little boys. Bang! Gotcha!
now on to RAW!
the opening segment was great; steve austin came out and called out hassan, who came out bitching as usual about how he's always overlooked, and how he's never been beat. stone cold agreed with everything hassan said, ordered a rematch betweeen him and shelton for the intercontinental title. great match between the two of them, with hassan kicking some major bootay and the ending was perfect, with stone cold causing interference, thereby giving hassan the victory via dq, with shelton retaining.
bischoff was rubbing his shoulder from the beating he took at the ecw ppv, telling off coach. jericho bitches about how he should be the one facing cena at vengeance for the title. well, he has a tag match tonight, he can prove himself there. trips came by and talked about how raw is his show, the hell in a cell match is his hell in a cell match, and how the title is his title, and he doesn't want the next draft pick to get it into his head that he's somehow worthy. blah blah blah. my name is triple h and i wish i could stop being such a whiny little brat when i don't have the title.
next we have the masterlock challenge, as i wonder why exactly masterloc the lockmaker isn't getting pissed off about this. it's been upped to $11,000, big money, people...except that a lot of the superstars make that much in a short time anyway...i think triple h's offer of $100,000 to take out goldberg was a lot more interesting...very cool to see rhyno and a-train get the mess beaten out of them by goldberg even after he was ambushed. that was actually what got batista into evolution, and gave him the reputation of being a real hoss.
anyway, the masterlock challenge. this time it's sgt. slaughter, and i guess i would care more if i really knew him. i know he's a hall of famer and now jobs to people to put them over, but that's about all i know. this match was pointless...a couple punches by sgt. to get it started, then he put the cobra clutch on masters. masters almost passed out, then crotched the sarge and put him in the masterlock. zzzzzz...
the next match, a tag team "main event" (in the words of J. R., seriously!) with christian and tyson chick--i mean tomko--vs. jericho and john cena, really shows me how much tomko has learned from hanging out with christian, jericho, benoit, shelton, etc. for the last year. the man simply can not bump. i kinda saw this at wrestlemania when kane clotheslined him over the ropes--only he was already halfway over the ropes before kane ever touched him--yeah, that was great. but tonight it came out even more, with tomko running to a spot and standing there waiting for the hit. i don't think jericho's spinning wheel kick even actually touched him, 'cuz he was already on his way down when y2j jumped in the air. great match from everyone else though...just not tomko. i'm sure he's a real cool guy and all, but please take bumps good. i can take some very good bumps, so i know it's not hard, you just have to be willing to wait for contact, and the give that you provide by falling not only makes it look better, but hurts less. my bumps look very good.
the rest of the match looked pretty good, with cena pinning tomko, which of course pisses off jericho, who wanted to look especially good tonight to impress bischoff into giving him a title shot. i'm not 100% sure, but this may have been what prompted him to beat the living crap out of cena after the match.
next we cut to the diva search highlights, and they're pretty hot, but not as hot as jennifer. you know, jennifer? Jennifer, my girlfriend? anyway, just like i liked maria better last year (before i learned that she couldn't read lines worth a darn), one of them stands out again.
afterwards, we find out that bisch was impressed, it's a triple threat match for the wwe title. cena runs back and annihilating him, doing a much better job of beating the living crap out of jericho than y2j did for him, in my opinion. "YOU WANT A WAHHH! I'LL TAKE YOU TO WAHH!"
next was viscera, with Lillian, vs. maven. i think visagra could be the funniest thing i saw on the show...poor maven...heh heh heh!
oh wait, apparently it's the sodomy shuffle, which apparently he's been doing alot of. both of those are pretty funny, and sodomy shuffle won't get them sued.
apparently h feels that he's in danger, because he and ric flair need to make a stand.
the match between grenier and kane was real short, as kane was pissed off, and you just don't get in the ring with a 7 foot tall (with 3-inch boots), 320 lb, pissed off psychopath. you just don't do it. if you do, you get three JRsickeningJR chokeslams.
after wards, lita interrupted kane's pyro, gave a couple disses, then frenched Edge really convincingly. you have to wonder just how uncomfortable she is with this angle, especially based on her lines. matt hardy must be really pissed off about that...
trips goes out to the ring, and before you know it he starts talking. "damn it's hot in here"...and i don't think that was scripted since he took off his jacket, revealing his ever-purple shirt, complete with severe sweating. not just him, but ric flair, too, even batista later on (he's not in the ring yet), after he took off his black jacket to reveal the black shirt...the man looks good in a suit.
blah blah blah the draft pick is kurt friggin' angle! he actually looks a little disappointed when the crowd does the you suck chant...when he gets down to the ring the three spar verbally,kurt angle obviously gaining the upper hand, and at one point h almost started laughing at the lines and ric flair's reaction to the "woo" fest (which i have to admit was pretty funny) and had to pause to regain control which i thought was also pretty funny.
ka wants batista after vengeance, trips says why not take him next week. here comes batista, and i agree that the old music was better, but this stuff is still ok. it sounds more like face music than the other stuff did anyway.
"i see what you're trying to do. Stop Doing It. Kurt Angle, I'm the world heavyweight champion. Welcome to Raw." he agrees to fight next week. batista vs. angle next week, batista vs. h at vengeance. at this time i'm wondering where shawn micheals went because he hasn't been on the show yet, and, wait, yes that's him, and here he comes now! okay, here we go! "I noticed ya don't have a dancing partner for Vengeance, so how about Shawn Michaels vs. Kurt Angle II!" "Do you really want to get beat by me twice?" apparently does, and we close with a brawl in the ring.
very good show; i was off my seat at the beginning, entertained, pissed off by tyson--wait, i've got it! tyson's nick name until he improves enough to earn his name back! tyson tomko, tt, urine, pee, piss! yes, tomko shall now be known as "PISS" until i decide otherwise.
but a good show, nonetheless. very good work, on the heels of what i understand was a very good ppv.
This is Jack, off. |
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| fuali |
[Jun. 8th, 2005|07:38 pm] |
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| | babylon ad by cradle of filth | ] |
so yeah, i'm now doing tests on fuali...here's one right now
I am 23% Idiot. I am not annoying at all. In fact most people come to me for advice. Of course they annoy the hell out of me. But what can I do? I am smarter than most people.
apparently i'm a frigging genius.
here's another one:
I am 20% Asshole/Bitch. I am not an asshole or a bitch, more like an asshole and bitch target. I have no backbone, and fold at even a slightly insincere look. I need to stop crying, I am such a wuss.
so apparently i'm a complete wuss, which i know for darn sure isn't the case.
let's try another one:
I am 12% Hippie. What? Am I a Republican? Why did I even bother taken this test?! I guess I’ll back to my George W. Bush fan club and tell them I just wasted 10 minutes of my life. At least I don’t stink, man.
heh heh heh--whaddaya know? it's right!
how about something else...
I am 15% White Trash. I, my friend, have class. I am so not white trash. . I am more than likely Democrat, and my place is neat, and there is a good chance I may never drink wine from a box.
heh heh heh--bull-shiot!
now for the videogame-addict test:
I am 30% Video Game Addict. I may play video games but they don’t rule my life. Good for me. But I should be careful not to fall in the grasp of the loving glow of the TV or monitor.
well, 2.5/5 is the total score...so much for that!
i guess it's still gonna be tickle...unless quizilla has somethning else to say. |
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| monday, monday (na na, na na na) |
[May. 23rd, 2005|06:12 pm] |
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| | bad, bad man, by john cena | ] |
Well, it's official: i hate mondays. just because of the fact that i'm unable to do anything work-wise, and the fact that it's pretty much exactly like every other day of the week now because of that fact. i'm also pissed that i'm not gonna be able to see raw anytime soon (unless DI feels like letting me watch it over there; maybe he'd be okay, maybe not. i'm getting slightly pissed at my san andreas game because of the fact that i'm not really able to date this one girl right now. i need to be able to date her, because she has some really good weapons available, that i can only get if i'm dating her. i probably won't even be able to play it for a while, anyway, but that's okay because i should focus on other stuff besides video gamses.
blah blah blah
yeah, i'm pretty bored now...
john cena's album is pretty cool |
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| well here goes nothing |
[May. 19th, 2005|03:58 pm] |
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| | some john mayer wussy crap in the union | ] |
i have started taking stacker 2, in hopes of losing weight. this is in addition to a very cut back diet (like a normal person should eat, in other words) and exercise. as far as any ill effects go, right now i am feeling a little weird, but that's more than likely a result of my eating habits changed. for instance, i usually only eat once a day, and that's never before 3 pm. that in itself is un healthy. today i began an eating schedule (oatmeal for breakfast, sandwich at lunch time, and supper time, blah blah blah) and taking a pill after breakfast and supper. so since i usually go to bed a couple hours after first ingesting food, it's no wonder i'm feeling different, since it's now 5 hours since i last ate.
but the cool thing is that i'm imagining myself thinner already. will and i are gonna try and see starwars tonight; not sure if that'll work or not. |
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[Apr. 28th, 2005|07:37 pm] |
i just had an epiphany... what if i wasn't born a normal human being, but instead had a rather amusing deformity, like maybe a third leg growing out of my forehead? wouldn't that be kinda neat? then if i fell forward, i wouldn't really get hurt, cuz i'd still be standing up! i could walk around like that all day, and there wouldn't be anything anybody could do about it! yippee-ki-yo-ki-yay! sorry for the random cowboy sound, but there you have it. i've officially lost my mind.
i'd just like to take this moment to talk about what a bitch hillary clinton is:
she's a bitch!
thank you for your time.
i need to find a job. if you know anyone who's hiring, be sure to let me know, because, even though i personally have never starved, i have a pretty good idea that it sucks the big one.
this wouldn't be a proper entry if i didn't have a rant. i'm thinking free speech is a good one. don't expect too many laughs from this one, but maybe you'll atleast be able to appreciate we're i'm coming from.
so how bout freedom of speedh? i think it's funny that there are definitely things you can not say even in joking terms. for instance, we live in a society that allows someone who burns the American flag in protest, and even protects him under freedom of speedh, yet when John Rocker decides to admit that he doesn't like jews, black people, homosexuals, etc. he is harshly criticized and fined. he used to be a baseball player. note past tense on used. you can argue all you like about people in the spotlight having to watch what they say, but the truth is that freedom of speech applies to everyone, from the man in tianmen square to john rocker, to trey parker and matt stone, to you and me. true, somebody might say something you don't like, so deal with it. i'm sure everyone has said something at some point or other that somebody didn't like.
i just thought of something: Jesus himself was a proponent of free speech; even though he taught love and kindness towards one's enemies, the rabbis didn't like what he had to say and crucified him.
free speech has a double standard, too. there are words that you can't say unless it applies to you. for instance, if i said the word "faggot" on tv, they would bleep it out just for the fact that i am not gay. however, if i were gay, "faggot" would very likely be amplified to show my "individuality" and "pride for myself." and here's one that'll really get you in trouble: "nigger." heaven help the white boy who says "nigger" within earshot of a black man. even Eminem doesn't say it. i asked a black friend of mine why that is, and he couldn't really explain it other than to say "you just don't say it." the word, in their minds, represents the years of oppression they had to go through in order to get to where they are today. atleast, when it's, uttered by a white boy. then it's racism. black people are allowed to say it as much as they want, addressing each other with that terminology, and otherwise exploiting the word.
they can argue that them saying it is symbolic of the conquering of oppression. if that's true, then how come i can't say it without getting shot in the face? eventually i will come up with my own "i have a dream" speech, that probably would get me slaughtered in the george-anne.
i already have quite a few dreams to put up. who knows when i'll actually do it, though; it'll come when the time is right.
until next time,
this is jack, off. |
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[Apr. 28th, 2005|05:11 pm] |
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| | blah blah, by la di da | ] |
you know, just when i think things can't get any dumber, they up and get dumber than ever before. Is it just me or are the public interests just retarded? with all the war, famine, poverty, disease, hunger, endangered animals, global warming, offensive conversations (don't even get me started on the bias of freedom of speech!), welfare (don't even get me started on welfare, atleast those on the lifetime plan, anyway)oppression (don't get me started on AA [affirmative action; not alcholics anonymous], slave reparations, and the naacp [whoever is a racist in today's society is looked upon as being ignorant and insensitive; most people don't want to be regarded as such. that's why there aren't many racists. have you noticed that anytime something happens to a black person that's bad it's the result of racism and not the actions of that person? here's an example:
April 28, 2005
NAACP Calls For Florida Attorney General To Investigate Police Restraints On A Five-Year-Old Girl
there is video footage (court admissible evidence, mind you!) of this little girl "throwing a tantrum," in which she began tearing papers off of the wall in a classroom, as well as striking the assistant principal. This little girl represented a danger to herself as well as everyone in the class room. the ap would not have called the police if he felt he could handle the situation himself. the police arrived, and, though the girl was calm, they put handcuffs on her so that she would not be able to hurt other people. if they had physically restrained her, you can bet there would have been an even bigger fuss. "WHITE MEN RAPE 5-YEAR OLD BLACK GIRL!" the headlines would read. What the HELL! i guarantee you that would have happened no matter what color the girl's skin! or even if it was a guy!
you know what? i think i'm gonna start an organization called the NAAWP, or the National Association for the Advancement of White People. no, i'm not a racist. i'm just protecting my own interests. i don't want to get in trouble for not liking a certain group of people as much as another. i don't want my job to go to someone else just because the place i applied to already has too many white people. i don't want to be sued for calling someone out, than labeled a racist because i called out a black man or a mexicano or a person of oriental persuasion! SCREW BEING PC! BE A MAN AND CALL IT LIKE IT IS! labeling everyone who does something you don't like as a racist doesn't make any sense! if a black man robs a store, takes hostages, and shoots three people in the foot, he deserves to jail. label me a racist if you want to, but that's the dog gone truth. if a white man robs a store, takes hostages, and shoots three people in the foot, he deserves a medal. heh-heh! just kidding. by the way, congrats to eric rudolph for surviving in the woods for ten years just on wits. i don't support in anyway the atrocities he committed, but the man obviously was an eagle scout based on his survival skills.
anyway, uhh, back to public interest.])
yeah, sorry about that. i warned you not to get me started on that, but you didn't listen.
where was i?
oh yeah; the public interest.
with all this shit going on in the world that people are blaming our president for, what do they care about? well, let's take a look at the front page of cnn.com...ah yes, the michael jackson trial! real human interest story right there. "Black/White man/woman likes to have sex with little boys!" the only reason care about this at all is because it's a celebrity. i say it because i'm almost 99% certain that Jackson himself doesn't know what he is anymore. just like Jon Benet Ramsey; the only reason people cared is because she was a four year old beauty queen. i must say that cnn has disappointed me.
ABC is looking pretty good, with news of the president, a missing jogger (wtf? what about Scott's and OJ's real killer? why doesn't anyone care about finding them? oh yeah, cuz scott and the juice are murdering bastards!), and something about a protected species enjoying the culinary aspects of an endangered one. apparently it's illegal to kill otters? they're trying to find the best way of keeping the otters from finishing off the endangered species, which they've conveniently failed to mention. here's an idea, straight from the heart: kill the otters for the pelts and give them to little susie as a purse, then throw the rest away so it can be wasted just like my recyclable garbage. he he he i'm so naughty!
the jackson trial is NOT the biggest story (we see journalistic value here on the network, not the big cable tv news giant!)
Iraqi Lawmakers OK Partial Cabinet is the top headline on cbsnews.com, but guess what is next? michael jackson! and, speaking of public interest, guess what the top video is? yep, michael jackson! bush's social security plan, the one that people are supposedly so interested in and vehement about not going through, is third on the list behind michael jackson and afore-mentioned missing jogger. why am i not surprised. why do people care about that jogger by the way? because she's a bride-to-be. that's her gimmick. i'm sorry she's missing, but there are several people kidnapped each day, probably several hundred. what about them?
fox news bypasses the president for michael jackson and that jogger. i'm too disgusted now to even rant about this any more. sorry there wasn't much humor in this one, but you'll just have to deal with it.
if anyone's actually reading this thing anyway.
if not, atleast i get to put my opinions online whether people like them or not. SPEAK YOUR MIND!!!!!!!!!! |
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| why does my head hurt? oh yeah, cuz the people are stupid! |
[Apr. 26th, 2005|05:02 pm] |
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| | my head hurts | ] |
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| | Background noise from the Union | ] |
my gosh it's been a long time since i posted on here! i know it really doesn't make any difference since the only people that read this are, uh, let's see...me!!!!!
that's kinda sad
i don't know why i'm doing this except for the fact that it gives me a place to rant when i need to.
why don't people look at this thing?
anyway, about the world being stupid.
the world itself isn't stupid, just the people in it. i mean come on. too elaborate, i will give you another installment of the funny madness from the Schooled Tonsils (names and locations changed to cover my ass):
Presenting
A Swampthing production
brought to you by the good folks over at the DNC. whenever you need things to get all FUBAR you can count on them!
Starring:
Swampthing
Kaiser Wilhelm
Lion Heart
The Manager
We open with
you know what? forget this. i'll just go through and explain what happened. Will, my man, my brother, started making pizzas that tasted better than they ever had before. so, naturally, he gets moved off of them. why? because there would be moments when the buffet would be without pizza because it either gets eaten up really fast or because no one told him the line was running low. of course, it makes since when you realize that it doesn't matter what it tastes like as long as it's out there on time. IT'S A FRIGGIN' BUFFET!!!!!!!! it's not like those people are gonna come in and expect to leave in five minutes! it's not landrum or lakeside! people are gonna go up for seconds, and if something's not there, you just wait a couple minutes and it will be! but of course, i forgot! the rules of common sense don't apply when you're talking about BUFFET PIZZA, which typically isn't that good anyway. Will should have been rewarded for making DELICIOUS BUFFET PIZZA, kind of like the way Natalie Portman makes the new star wars movies watchable: you take something that sucks, and make it enjoyable. the best part about this is the fact that Richard told him that "when you can get used to the rush, maybe you can go back to pizza again." You know where Will worked right before he went to the palate? PAPA FRIGGIN' JOHN'S ON THE WEEKENDS! oh yeah, he definitely couldn't handle the rush! real bright idea.
but then again, the laws of common sense don't apply in the Palate kitchen, which is why Skyler the Retard is able to keep his job when he goes through most of the day (as far as i can tell) doing almost no work at all. when he does have to do something he complains about it the whole time, making extremely obnoxious loud exclamations like GAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!, and AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!! and "Ron, why is it whenever we need cream potatoes it's always Mighty Mouth go do the cream potatoes?" Why? Because you're a lazy bastard who doesn't deserve the job you have when people like will go out of their way to make something that's barely edible into a high-demand dish and get punished instead of rewarded.
another example of the hilarity that ensues behind the scenes is coming next.
but first, a word from our sponsors:
Hi, my name's Hilary Clinton, and I'm a bitch.
and now back to our show.
last week my boy Rick noticed that the fish was a little low, so he said, "Ron, do you want me to fry some more fish? they're looking a little low on the line."
"no that's okay, go clean this something or other."
(note: this is not an accusatory paragraph towards ron, he just happened to have taken part in it.)
ten minutes later, there's no fish on the line, so richard came back and said we're all completely fucked cuz we have no fish. this of course meant that Rick had to throw some more in the fryer. two minutes later he came back again and said to get it out of the fryer and put it out there. Rick was like, it's not done yet, maybe i should cook it some more so no one actually get sick from it and sues us for ten billion dollars. Richard says no, let's just be retarded and get it out there uncooked. so rick pulls it up, it looks like crap, richard says "we can't put that out there; it looks like crap. well, duh. common sense should have--oh, almost got myself there--anyway, that's the deal with rick.
and even worse than that, one of the workers whose name and position i don't remember but will could tell you if you asked him has beef with the palate too. and when i say the palate i mean the management. and when i say management i mean richard. this girl applied for a job in the information booth and listed richard as her supervisor. richard told them that she was not a good worker, did not get along with other people, did not follow orders, and that he was close to firing her himself. obviously that's not the case, because she still has a job. what makes it even clearer is the fact that skyler is still working there after being there since at least the beginning of this semester (i don't really remember when he came in). thank god i listed ron as my supervisor on my application for mcdonald's.
oh well. Even richard seems to be getting slightly tired of skyler. last week skyler was moaning about having to do something (not a particular task, just having to do something), and making theatrics about it as usual. this time it was martin luther king jr. "i have a dream, that one day i won't have to do the stupid cream potatoes" or something like that. anyway, skyler had just started another "i have a dream" when richard, without skipping a beat, quipped "and we have skyler" and walked off. i think that was the funniest thing i heard that day. no it wasn't. i was just being nice. but, in all honesty, it was the funniest thing i had heard up to that point.
thankfully i still have Jennifer to turn to when i'm in a bad mood or really anytime in general. not to say i'm even in a bad mood right now, but i just wanted to rant for a bit.
As for Jennifer and me, everything is okay between us. we were having some difficulties, but we either have worked out or are in the process of working them out. i can't believe i'm lucky enough to have a girl like her, but somehow managed to hook the prize.
jennifer, i know you're reading this, so i want to let you know that i love you. if you want you can print this page out so you can see it even when there's not a computer or a note or anything around.
and i've now been writing this thing for an hour, so i'm gonna go ahead and stop writing.
wait, i almost forgot:
Raw last night kicked ass!
more on that later! |
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| welcome back, jack |
[Feb. 19th, 2005|08:05 pm] |
| [ | feeling... |
| | good | ] |
| [ | Listening to: |
| | air conditioner noise | ] |
well, it's been awhile since i updated (over a week...not good...), so i figured i'd better get this back going. i know there's a lot of people reading this;). i can't really think of a good place to start, so i guess i'll just pick up where i left off, which would be saturday.
Saturday: not too much happened today, except the SAI Valentine formal. i had a pretty good time, and i believe jennifer (my girlfriend, the very hot and very capable RA) enjoyed herself to some extent. the combo that played there only played one slow song, and since jennifer and i don't really know how to fast dance or anything other than just holding each other, swaying back and forth, we socialized for most of the time. several of the brothers were there, and i saw three of the pledges: shawn, dan, and cyril. shawn and dan both brought their dates, dawn and mary respectively (shawn and dawn!heh heh), and cyril didn't bring anyone because he has no one to bring. actually, he did dance with lindsay patchem(?) for quite a while, i don't know if anything developed there or not...might wanna ask on monday, or whenever he gets back. i told jeff and jason about my surprise for jennifer; they thought it was pretty cool. after the dance we went to my place to watch pirates of the carribean, but i got tired and fell asleep halfway through, so we called it a night.
actually i forgot about friday afternoon.
friday was good because that was when jennifer got her RA letter. she discovered that she was going to be an RA in Winburn next year. after congratulating her i went back to the kitchen to continue working, and told everybody there. then, when i got off work, i was surprised by jennifer waiting outside with another letter, inviting her to be an RA this semester in Olliff. so we celebrated for awhile, then around 5:30 i managed to piss her off by pretending to have locked her keys in the door. i left, and went bowling with the brothers and the pledges. i am proud to say that i have never bowled worse...i went in the gutter at least a third of the time, and even managed to go in the gutter with the granny bowler, while a 4 year old girl got a strike with it. i'm proud to say that my little, shawn, managed to bowl a 120 on the third and final game, in which he amused himself by bowling through his legs. WAY TO GO!!!!!!! then i went back to watson to make good with jennifer, and i was successful.
Sunday was the instrumental consort and meeting for Phi Mu Alpha. i had my first energy drink today, a full throttle. the consort rehearsal took a while, about an hour, and then Mark and i had the first ever PPV boiler-room 2-out-of-3 falls hat match that took 20 minutes. we had submissions and specials and all kinds of good stuff going on. the next one will take place in Dr. Mason's office tomorrow. after the meeting i went to steal jennifer's car for her surprise. we had to celebrate Valentines Day early since i had a basketballl game the next day i couldn't get out of. i went to different places to get stuff, and went to blockbuster to get the little black book for her to see, since she had wanted to see it for awhile. then i went back to my place to make macaroni and cheese and ham. the night was a success.
monday i didn't have theory, and got to work at a decent time, and then after work went to jennifer's to try and see her (since it was valentines day), but she wasn't there. i went to the computer lab for a while, then to the basketball game where we whupped Wofford or whoever the heck we were playing 115 to 81. That's a stompin'!
then i went to jeff's, where we watched a little bit of raw and during the commercial break mark and i wrestled each other again. then matt got there and we started our royal rumble! the basic results: jeff and i won the tag champs with trips and the ripper, and in the royal rumble some funny stuff was going on. mark and matt and i were three of the first four characters in the rumble, with trips being the other one. our plan was to work as a team to eliminate everyone until we got to jeff, then throw him out, then start beating on each other. (the game exits the rumble after the last human player is thrown out) well, trips didn't seem to take to that too well, since we wasted 10 minutes getting him out of the ring, and didn't even succeed in getting him out. i got out first, then mark, then matt, and trips was still in there! so we waited awhile for jeff to come in, and in the meantime cheering for our characters who were still in the rumble. when jeff came around at number 29, i had all three of the characters in the ring still in there, with a fourth one coming in after jeff. they were christian, the rock, and stone cold. the fourth one, who never got to come in due to jeff being thrown out in five seconds, was batista. jeff only got off one hit, and actually came into the ring right into the unprettier. we restarted the match with my four guys coming in first so we could find out who one, and christian was the 29th person eliminated making stonecold the winner. yay, i have the main event at wrestlemania!
tuesday i saw jennifer and she gave me some valentine's day chocolates that tasted very good.
wednesday, uhh...nothing i can remember.
thursday...oh yeah, i went to Jay Lambert's graduation recital, which was very good. man, he's a good bass player, and he's pretty good on the saxophone, too;) in related news, i believe jason pfeiffer is extremely full of himself.
friday...no theory, yaaaaay!!!!!! payday, yaaaaaaayyyyyyy!!!!!!! saw two movies, master of disguise, and Mary Shelley's Frankenstein, and had Last Don's for supper.
that leaves us with today. i got up at 12:00 to help jennifer pack, but she was already packed, and we had to wait for her dad to get here so we could move her from watson to olliff (she is starting her RA position today; is actually still unpacking as we speak). since he would be here at 1:00, and texted her at 12:30 that he was on i-75, so we went to Arby's. when we got back he said it would be another hour (2:30), so we watched some south park at my place, then went to her place to wait, where i was rather embarassed to find her former roommate sitting on her bed wearing her towel and not much else. jennifer came back out, and i said, i'm just gonna go to the computer lab. i went there, and the odd guy with the bald head and weird goatee was there as usual, with the tv on cartoon network as usual. her dad got here then, and we moved stuff for about an hour, and had a bit of trouble finding an RA to check her out. then we went to Applebee's, and blah blah blah her dad said he's starting to trust me (yay for me!) blah blah blah i can't think of anything else to say blah blah blahblah blah blahblah blah blahblah blah blahblah blah blahblah blah blahblah blah blahblah blah blahblah blah blahblah blah blahblah blah blahblah blah blahblah blah blahblah blah blahblah blah blahblah blah blahblah blah blahblah blah blahblah blah blahblah blah blahblah blah blahblah blah blahblah blah blahblah blah blahblah blah blahblah blah blahblah blah blahblah blah blahblah blah blahblah blah blahblah blah blahblah blah blahblah blah blahblah blah blahblah blah blahblah blah blahblah blah blahblah blah blahblah blah blahblah blah blahblah blah blahblah blah blahblah blah blahblah blah blahblah blah blahblah blah blahblah blah blahblah blah blahblah blah blahblah blah blahblah blah blahblah blah blahblah blah blahblah blah blahblah blah blahblah blah blahblah blah blahblah blah blahblah blah blahblah blah blahblah blah blahblah blah blahblah blah blahblah blah blahblah blah blahblah blah blah
oh yeah, hey aran! i know you're reading this; click right below and post a comment! |
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| man that theory test was easy |
[Feb. 11th, 2005|09:09 am] |
| [ | feeling... |
| | feelin' pretty good | ] |
| [ | Listening to: |
| | Blue (Da Ba Dee) by Eiffel 65 | ] |
well, the subject really says it all, so that's it for now.
just kidding! i'm really psyched today 'cuz it's friday, and i don't have to worry about classes again until tuesday because monday theory was canceled next week! in related events, please keep Dr. Sue Thompson in your prayers because her mother died, and she's flying to philadelphia at 5:30.
so yeah, i went to the party at jeff's last night...no, not that kind of party! it was a party for the pledges and some of the brothers. well, really, all the brothers, but only a few came, in other words, me, matt, and jason. jeff was already there, so he doesn't count. We had all of the pledges there except Cyril and Jonathon, who both had tests to study for. Cyril had the same test i did, but maybe he had another class to study for. anyway, the purpose of the party was to get to know each other better, and it certainly served it's purpose. a good time was had by all.
yesterday i had another difficulty with skyler, got pissed off and went to shirley to talk to her about skyler, then slightly upset because i thought i got him fired. i'm going to give a rough transcription of the dialogue we had at the end of the entry. if you feel like you want to scroll down and see it, that's your decision, i respect it, and you have a right to your decision, but i can't legislate based on what i believe.. (that would be a lot funnier if i had used it during the campaign; man kerry was such an idiot!)
man i make a good patty melt.
i'm feeling kindof productive right now, since i'm gonna post the results of the WWE RPG up on my website within the next hour. i promised i would have it up by friday, and by gosh i'm gonna do it. oh yeah, interesting side note on that; i've now participated in all of the main events. the last one we had actually had four main events (witw?), and jack the ripper was in only one of them. for storyline purposes i had to lose that one, but i had other characters in the other three main events. i'm six for six in main event appearances. as far as the ripper is concerned, i'm 1 for 3 in terms of winning, but one of those was for storyline advancement, and the other was against kurt angle, and what are you gonna do against him? the man won olympic gold wrestling with a broken neck, for crying out loud.
Dr. Pearsall just walked by, reminding me of my horrible piano test yesterday. well, actually, 3/5ths of it was apparently alright. it's kind of funny, cuz i got the stuff i was least comfortable with first, and the stuff i was most confident on last (i like to end on a good note). well, let's just say that it started with a good note, and ended with a not-quite-as-good-as-i-would-have-liked-it note. my accompaniment was horrible for some unknown reason. it's not the fact that the tune was being played with it, because while i was practicing it i was humming the tune. i have no idea what happened and i would have appreciated it if you hadn't brought it up.
and now what you've all been waiting for! i've been told that the last dialogue was pretty funny, so here goes nothing.
Starring (in order of appearance):
Jack - the handsome man in the picture above. former dishwasher, promoted to sandwich/salads, the hero of our little play
Skyler - the antagonist, Jack's nemesis. former server, moved to the back after he was rude to the vice president of food services
Ron - the chef, who is quite knowledgeable in the area of food preparation, which may be why he's the chef
Eric - Jack's coworker at the station, counsels Jack on how to deal with Skyler (i'm tellin' ya man, just cuss him out. i had to do it several times)
Lauren - formerly known as the short one, a server at the Palate
Will - fellow Sinfonian, makes the pizza on the buffet, has really creative comments usually
Richard- the manager, a pretty nice guy, and a fellow musician (his father-in-law is the former head of the music department)
scene: Jack has laid the bacon in the pans and put it in the oven to cook. While the bacon is cooking, Jack sweeps up the sandwich station so that the floor won't be a complete wreck. Skyler is nowhere to be found.
Jack: Hum-de-hum-de-hum. Man i love my job.
*bacon timer goes off, but Jack doesn't hear it. Skyler does, and walks over to Jack, past the bacon, to let him know.
Skyler: Jack, bacon's burning!
Jack: Could you do it for me while i finish sweeping?
Skyler: I can't 'cuz i'm doing the lima beans.
Jack: Okay, no problem.
*Jack goes over to oven, opens it, takes out tray
Jack: What the...this isn't done yet!
*the bacon is barely cooked; it is still extremely soft and soggy. Skyler comes over to see.
Skyler: Yes it is, the bacon's not supposed to be crisp or anything for the sandwiches.
Jack: What?
Skyler: It needs to be soft. People don't like it crisp in their sandwiches. You need to be able to tear it easily like this (takes a piece of bacon, tears it in half. the bacon does not tear easily.) There, you see!
Jack: Dude, the bacon is hardly cooked.
Skyler: That's how it's supposed to be. Shirley told me it was supposed to be like that.
Jack: Shirley did not tell you the bacon was supposed to be raw.
Ron: What's the problem?
Jack: This bacon's obviously not done, but Skyler seems convinced that it is.
Skyler: That's how Shirley told me it was supposed to look.
Ron: I'm not getting involved in this.
*Skyler keeps being a butthead, but Jack puts the bacon back in for another five minutes. Skyler takes it back out and lays the pans at the salad station.
Eric: I'm no bacon expert, but that bacon does not look done.
Jack: Thank you!
Lauren: Guys, that bacon looks a little raw.
Eric: Well, there's three opinions.
Jack: Technically four, but Skyler doesn't count because he's retarded. Let's put the bacon back in.
Eric: Sounds like a good idea.
*Jack puts the bacon back in, gets it out when it's done, goes over to Will
Jack: Wish me luck man, I'm gonna go talk to Skyler.
Will: I have nothing to say involving bodily mutilation. Just go talk to Shirley, man, 'cuz talking to Skyler's not going to help.
*Jack goes to talk to shirley, who is sitting with Richard and Ron in the board room.
i'm gonna skip the discussion part because i don't want to reveal anything that was supposed to be private.
Later:
*Skyler has left
*Richard is walking by
Jack: Richard, I didn't want to cause a problem...
Richard: You didn't cause a problem, it's already been taken care of. I'm sorry you had to deal with that.
Jack: (thinking: oh man, i hope he didn't get fired. i didn't want that to happen, i just wanted him to know that he needed to start doing stuff himself.)
in the end, Skyler came back from what turned out to be only a break, so i felt relieved. i like him alright sometimes, but he can get really annoying and really frustrating to deal with. during The Great Bacon Deal, for instance, i felt like i did when my bike was stolen the first time, like i just wanted to hit someone or something. that would not have been good. i think pretty much the whole day was kinda messed up by my piano test, and that might actually have had something to do with it. but in retrospect i still have no regrets in talking to Richard and Shirley about him, as it would have happened sooner or later, by me or someone else.
In related palate news, i have been made treasurer of the black people because "you know you got good credit"
hah! that's a laugh and a half! i probably do NOT have good credit, but i don't know how to find out.
that's it for now. |
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| Well, that's nice... |
[Feb. 8th, 2005|08:42 pm] |
| [ | feeling... |
| | peaceful | ] |
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| | the tv's off, so there's no music playing right now | ] |
i never really got around to practicing the piano last night; i just went to bed. so then i go to piano this morning and i found out that i can't get through the first line of "When Johnny Comes Marching Home" without flubbing...and the test is on thursday! yeah, i'll be doing a bit of practice before then. luckily i can play whatever that other thing is with the sus4 and the add2 chords pretty good, and the harmonization stuff should be a piece of cake. oh yeah, speaking of practice, i have a lesson tomorrow that i really ought to be practicing for right now, but it can wait until atleast 9:30; i have a two-hour break inbetween class and work tomorrow, so that shouldn't be too bad.
Dr. Mason gave me this really cool piece called Andante and Allegro by Barat, and it sounds pretty cool (atleast, the professional trombone player who made the recording made it sound pretty cool, but the piece did win a contest in composition around, like, 300 years ago. it's going to be a lot of fun to learn to play, and i'll probably be able to tongue really fast after i learn it. heck, i'm going to have to learn how to tongue fast just to play it...what with the triple-triplets (nine notes in one beat, get a load of that!) and everything; thank goodness the tempo's like 60 or something...
Speaking of playing, i have a possible gig on Easter Sunday for $150. that's a good bit of money in my opinion (basically like $25 an hour; not bad for a college kid, no?), however, i do have a conflict. you see, i'm a member of the church of christ, and we don't believe in instrumental worship during the worship service; instruments should not be the way we show praise to God. so you have that problem. however, my playing the music doesn't have to mean that i myself am worshiping God with it. I'll just be reading the notes on the page. even so, the members in the church where i would be playing will be worshiping him with it, which is something i don't believe...i don't really know what i should do.
I've been praying to God to help me out financially; maybe he's giving me this as an answer, an encouragement, but maybe it's not him and i'm being tested. i just don't know what i should do. pray for me.
in other news, my day today was okay; my chicken parmesan was complimented at the Palate, and i haven't been fired yet. that's gotta be a good thing;). SSET went alright, and concert band was actually pretty interesting. oh yeah, today at work skyler was told to clean the chicken. he didn't want to do it, as usual, but i was like, "skyler, shirley told you to do the chicken. you're not going to pass this one off on me. you need to do the chicken." i have been told by eric that what i need to do is cuss him out and let him know that i am not gonna stand for his bullsnarkies, but i apparently have done better than that and told him like a normal person that he needs to do what people tell him to do.
for those of you who don't know skyler, let me explain. skyler is an okay guy sometimes, but a little naive, a lot stubborn. he's also kind of rude. that's why he was moved into the back, after he was rude to the VP of food services. yeah, smart idea! anyway, he's always finding something else that he has to do in order to get me to do what he was supposed to be doing. for instance, the other day this little incident transpired.
scene: jack is busy being a good little employee, breaking down boxes like his boss told him. skyler is being a flake standing around doing nothing but finding an excuse for jack to go cut the ham.
skyler: jack, you need to go cut the ham.
jack: well, i'm kinda busy breaking down these boxes like richard told me. why can't you cut it; i still have another five minutes on this task.
skyler: uhhhh....duhhhh....i'm still prepping; i don't have enough time to cut the ham right now cuz i'm still prepping. besides you're more experienced at it than i am.
(yeah, no duh! i haven't seen him cut the meat since he started working there!)
jack: it's like 1:00; lunch started two hours ago, you shouldn't have anything to prep by now. go cut the doggone ham. and anyway, you were at the sandwich station way before i was, therefore you should be more experienced.
skyler: uhhh...i can't cuz ms. shirley's gonna teach me how to make banana pudding. when you get done with those boxes go cut the ham.
jack: whatever.
will: you shouldn't let him tell you what to do man. the next time he says that you should just say, hey man, go cut the ham, or i'm going to rip out your spleen and use it in my next club sandwich.
jack: heh heh...i wish.
twenty minutes later...
skyler: man this banana pudding sucks!
jack: well, it's your own fault, dude. you made it didn't you?
skyler: no, ms. shirley made it.
i rest my case. |
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| Good stuff |
[Feb. 7th, 2005|11:45 pm] |
| [ | feeling... |
| | complacent | ] |
| [ | Listening to: |
| | Master of Puppets, Metallica | ] |
i just saw the raw from japan; i already knew the results thanks to lordsofpain.net (an excellent site if i may say so myself...), but i make it a point to check out raw every week, since that is currently the best show on tv until South Park restarts. it was a very interesting raw, in my opinion...the japanese crowd was dead silent for most of the matches except during the obvious spots and entrances. oh yeah; tajiri covering sylvian grenier to win the tag titles was pretty cool. too bad about that rematch clause, that title reign will last about 168 hours, unless it gets passed off at velocity or heat. speaking of heat, muhammad hassan was absent from the nights festivities. big shocker there! (hey, #34 on the women's basketball team just sat down at the computer in front of me!)
it kinda sucks that the only reason tajiri won was because it was in japan. the ending with batista and trips both holding the title and staring at each other was pretty cool, but trips took too long to realize that batista was staring at the title. the hatred in batista's eyes and the fear in H's was really good, very well played! anyway, on to the stuff in my life.
i missed the superbowl. yeah, i know it was a good game. yeah, i know the commercials were much better than last year (not like it had much to beat, though). well, i had a bad headache, so leave me alone. i did get 10 hours of sleep, which is probably close to the total i had the week before, so i think i'm doing pretty good. i was nice and awake this morning for theory.
man am i pissed! i found a recipe for what was supposed to become arby's sauce, but when i tried it out at the restaurant today (go EP!) it tasted like ketchup. which kind of makes sense, as it WAS the main ingredient, but i thought, you know, i'll just follow the recipe and it will come out alright. yeah...that didn't work out as hot as i expected it to.
i managed to surprise jennifer (i hope) this morning outside watson before her class, and i think i did an okay job after work. i have to learn my stuff for piano pretty quickly, though, b/c i'm supposed to play it for class tomorrow; that's gonna be fun. maybe i'll get six hours of sleep tonight, maybe not. it's all up for grabs right now.
until next time,
this is jack
signing off |
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| sorry 'bout the wait |
[Feb. 6th, 2005|01:59 pm] |
| [ | feeling... |
| |  man i'm tired | ] |
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| | Cruelty brought thee orchids, by Cradle of Filth | ] |
well, the reason for my not updating in awhile is because i have been as busy as a racehorse that's currently in last place but slowly moving up to the top. what with the new pledge class coming in and the lack of sleep that i know i'm atleast suffering from, i don't know what day it is almost. i was up until 2AM thursday night traveling to the pledge's houses giving them their bids...man it was a late night.
thankfully, the wwe rpg was the next night, and it provided a great break from the normal fraternity activities. i've decided to start posting the results from it on my live journal to see what people think, to get feedback, etc. the rpg consists of four Phi Mu Alpha brothers and a girl, laura scott. i would like to congratulate me on getting the no. 30 spot in the royal rumble with Batista in my hell in a cell match w/triple h and the big show, even after getting pedigreed through the roof of the cell. man, i'm good. look for the results here and on my website soon, and the royal rumble will be on Tuesday, results up maybe wednesday or thursday.
Congrats to the pledge class of spring 2005! A shout out to Shawn Tupper is deserved. |
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| yo V2.0 |
[Jan. 31st, 2005|06:25 pm] |
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| |  tired | ] |
| [ | Listening to: |
| | Jackson-Hewitt commercial | ] |
i just updated my website. this is the first one in about a month; so those of you who have been waiting for me to upload, (all zero of you!) you no longer have to wait.
i'll try to be more diligent with this stuff; that way we're both happy.
in other news, the Royal Rumble was last night, and from what i've read it was very good! the best news is that Batista has won the Royal Rumble and is well on his way to beating the holy crap out of Triple H at Wrestlemania! Let's hope this actually happens, and that he doesn't get injured between now and 'Mania.
i'd just like to go on the record as saying that that Malcolm in the middle commercial that just came on was pretty stupid. funny, but stupid.
more later. |
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[Jan. 31st, 2005|05:58 pm] |
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| |  accomplished | ] |
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| | end theme of Judge Mathis | ] |
yeah, i'm on live journal now...i decided to just go ahead and get an account even if i don't have anyone to view it, just so i can prove that i am doing something with my time.
also, so i can figure out what i did in the past, see if my views change in the near or far future, and whether or not they make sense anymore.
more stuff later |
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