Monday, September 29, 2003

SIT!

A couple of weeks ago, after complaining about Stand (an Ohio based anti-smoking organization) I, along with some other OBers, decided to create SIT, an organization that serves no other purpose then to bitch about “community service” commercials and drink coffee. Well, it is time to commence the bitching! Recently, an anti-marijuana commercial has been airing on television depicting a teenage boy that killed his brother while driving under the influence of pot. At the end of the commercial the narrator states an alarming statistic: One out of three drivers involved in automobile accidents tested for drugs test positive for marijuana. This is an insanely misleading statement…the first time you hear the announcement it makes you think that one out of three accidents are caused by drivers under the direct influence of marijuana. The truth of the matter is police officers only give drug tests to people that have paraphernalia or drugs in their car, or people that look stoned out of their mind. So it is more like one out of three people that seemed stoned at the time the accident occurred are under the influence of pot, and even then they may not be “under the influence” because pot stays in your system for up to thirty days. I’m not condoning the use of pot…I’ve done it before and it would defiantly impair your ability to operate an automobile…I just think it is ridiculous that the government feels the need to make pot a bigger deal then it already is. Anyway, that is my first rant for SIT…now everybody DRINK COFFEE!

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Friday, September 26, 2003

Sick

I hate being sick. Although my spirits have defiantly picked up in the last few days, my physical health has crumbled. I think I have a bad case of the flu. I think because I am too stubborn to go to the doctor. My distaste for doctors stems from a fear of them deciding sporadically that they want to check my prostate. Although I doubt that a doctor would strap on some surgical gloves and go spelunking, there is always a slim chance. Anyway, I have been running a fever for the thirty/thirty-five (between 99 and 101F) and today I think I am sporadically suffering from hallucinations. I called my uncle’s brother in law, who is a dermatologist, and asked him to prescribe me medicine, but it has yet to have any effect. I rarely get sick, but when I do I am a big baby about it…

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Wednesday, September 24, 2003

I haven’t posted in a little while, mainly because I’ve been slightly depressed lately, and I didn’t want to discuss. It isn’t the same black, crippling depression that caused me to remain out of school for a semester, but rather a gray dullness that slowly crept upon me. It seems to effect nearly everything I do, last night I went to the gym and I felt stagnant, I haven’t had a good workout for some time. I’ve been losing weight, but I wonder I am losing it in a healthy manner. Hopefully I won’t feel this way much longer, I really think it is just a by-product of having other people’s problems compound my own. Anyways, on a brighter note, two of my favorite people on the OB celebrated birthdays recently, so I’d like to say HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHARLES AND JENNA

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Thursday, September 18, 2003

Cool Quizies!

Heh, ironically enough the results of this one stuck to the same theme as my earlier post! Morpheus ?? Which Of The Greek Gods Are You ?? brought to you by Quizilla This quiz was just uber cool! I couldn't resist jumping on the band wagon... You're the original Green Link, focused solely on rescuing Zelda and saving the day. You get along okay with the other Links, with the partial exception of Purple Link, and you try to cooperate as much as you can to complete dungeons in as timely a manner as possible. Your item of choice is usually the highly versatile Bow & Arrow, and you get along best with the fierce Red Link, spurring each other on. What Color Link are You? brought to you by Quizilla

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oDD dREAMS

My dreams are rarely linear. They tend to begin at point A, then bypass a few points and wind up somewhere around Q, and occasionally they switch tangents all together and the final point will lie somewhere along the Phoenician alphabet. Last night Lord Morpheus transported me into quite a splendiferous dream. The dream began in my high school gymnasium’s locker room, only it wasn’t really my high school gymnasium’s locker room, but rather a huge facility reminiscent of those seen in NFL movies. In this particular segment of my dream I was attempting to steal sneakers from a class mate that I haven’t seen in years. My attempt was foiled, however, when I found that the sneakers were guarded by an oversized, ill tempered wiener dog. Since I failed in my attempt to steal the sneakers, I decided to attend my gym class. However, gym wasn’t gym, it was French. It seems that while I was attempting to steal my classmate’s sneakers the gym was transformed into a large gazebo. My gym/French class was taught by my college French professor, and was comprised of several of my high school classmates, a vicious wiener dog, and, of course, Brittany Spears. Apparently, I am very good friends with Brittany Spears, because when I sat down next to her in the grass she put her head on my shoulder and I put my arm around her waist. After French, Brittany (I feel as though I can refer to her by just her first name since we are on such intimate terms) and I decided to drive to a friend’s house. During the drive, Brittany transformed into two guys that I don’t know. For some reason I wasn’t to upset that Miss Spears replaced, nor was I surprised when I arrived at Mitch’s (yes, the OBer Mitch) house. I don’t remember if Mitch looked like Mitch, but his mother served us tuna sandwiches with the crust cut off. Did I mention that Mitch had a wiener dog? Anyway, it was an odd dream…perhaps the oddest I have ever had. I wonder if anyone will even be able to decipher what I just wrote…

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Wednesday, September 17, 2003

I came home from the gym last night utterly exhausted yet unable to sleep. After tossing and turning for several hours I stumbled downstairs and turned on the television. Browsing through the digital cable “TV Guide” I decided to switch on my new guilty pleasure “Queer Eye for the Straight Guy”. I’ve watched this show several times and I enjoy it immensely. I think that the “fab five” do an incredible job reinventing slovenly males, and are absolutely hysterical. They remind me of some of the guys I used to work with at Structure; they were the nicest guys in the world and they were bent on finding me the “perfect girl”. One thing that “Queer Eye for the Straight Guy” made me realize is that some people have hideous taste and absolutely no sense of personal hygiene. I don’t understand what compels some men to allow their uni-brow to grow untamed, and how they can go for months without cleaning out their shower. Do they think that they look good in their button up shirt with the worn collar that they bought ten years earlier? I guess that many of them don’t realize that dusting their house from time to time prolongs the life of their furniture. Somewhere along the line a lot of straight men must have come to the conclusion that being neat, tidy, and fashionable is a faux-pas, and that women will view them as being less masculine. This couldn’t be further from the truth. Keeping your environment clean, your possessions tidy, your appearance hygienic and your dress fashionable (in whatever fashion you choose to express yourself with), shows a certain amount of pride. What is more masculine than pride for one’s self and surroundings?...(besides having a penis)…

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Tuesday, September 16, 2003

So I went to the mall this morning before work to do a little shopping (I bought some smooth rust colored Saucony sneakers) and I happened to wander into American Eagle. As soon as I entered the store I was surrounded by the two sales people that were working the floor. Usually this would bother me, but one of the sales girls was a cute red head and I couldn’t resist flirting a bit. I initiated a converstaion about retail but she continued with conversations about the beach, John Mayer, and some other random stuff. It turned out that we had quite a bit in common, so I asked her if she wanted to hang out one night. This was her reply: “I can’t, I have boyfriend.” I told her that I understood, tried to resume the conversation so she wouldn’t feel awkward (although I am sure I failed miserably), said goodbye and left. I have heard the “Sorry I have a boyfriend” line more times than I can count, but I have one question for all you women out there…what does having a boyfriend have to do with hanging out? Every time that I hear those six (five if you consider can’t one word) words I cringe. If a girl doesn’t want to hang out, that is fine by me, but don’t hide behind your boyfriend…I’m not asking for sex, a kiss, or even a date, I just wanted to hang out because I thought that it would be fun.

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Monday, September 15, 2003

Here is my sketch of Adam's Angels. Form left to right Queen Asuka, BabyGirl, and Lady Mac. Obviously I am not the worlds best astist (especially when it comes to anime like charecters) but I think it came out alright.

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Saturday, September 13, 2003

Pissed

I went to work this morning in a pretty good mood. Dressed in a pair of baggy plaid shorts, a navy cotton sweater, a pair of flops (yes Semjaza, I wear flip-flops proudly), and a navy NYC hat, I bounded up the stairs with quite a bit more enthusiasm than would be expected from an employee that has to do fill-in Saturday work. I walked passed the owner’s office, and popped my head in to say good morning. He and my uncle were chatting about something or another, and all I got was a grunt in reply. I didn’t think much of it and I headed over to my cubicle. Most of the members of my “team” are older women in their early to mid forties, and they absolutely adore me. They constantly bring me food and stroke my ego by telling me how handsome I am. Today was no different, as soon as I arrived the two ladies complimented how nice I looked; Toni, one of my surrogate moms at work, commented on how I looked like an ad from a Polo catalogue. Everyone else in the office was dressed in the usual Saturday garb: old jeans, t-shirts, and sneakers. As soon as I reached my desk, my Uncle called came over to my desk and commented on how I was inappropriately dressed for work in front of all of my t-shirt clad comrades. He then asked me to step into his office for a few minutes. My Uncle is technically my boss, but he is way too high up in the corporation to be associated with me in a professional manner like this. When I entered the office he apologized for criticizing my attire in front of the office but the owner saw my outfit when I came in. I told him that I had been under the impression that we didn’t have a dress code on the weekends, seeing that he was wearing an old Nike t-shirt. He went on to say that there wasn’t a dress code but because I was his nephew I had to dress more appropriately because there was more pressure on me to excel than the average employee. This is really beginning to piss me off. I am overly qualified for my job, and I keep getting snubbed because my uncle is in the upper echelons of the company. I work ten to twenty hours more than anyone else in my position, make more money for the company than any other member of my team, yet I still have to suffer the label of “receiving my job as a favor to my Uncle”. I have already been passed over for a huge promotion because the management was afraid of how other employees would view my rapid advancement. I guess I am just sick of all the bullshit, maybe it is time to find another job.

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