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Grommon - Peace (Original Edit)

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Wandering Wondering and Sushi

Thu, 25 Dec 2008 22:46:25 GMT

Begin mean spirited and completely relevant rant…

Many people have passed through my life and ended up on the other side as “my past.” These people have been weighed in on their basic worth and determined that their interactions with my life would no longer be necessary as they have already demonstrated their usefulness, of which they had little of, or have converted their existence into a lesson learned. Most of these lucky souls have fallen into the first category, because if they fell into the second category, they’ve managed to slight me in some way. I try not to allow myself to suffer the fools, but sometimes they can be a hoot. How long they remain in my repartee is dependant on how amusing their lives can be to watch, examine, and discuss amongst other friends. Sad and trivial, they eventually fall into the white noise background and become distant memories for me to share with others. “Yeah, remember how such and such ran outside and cut himself, what a moron.” If “et cetera” can be added to your long list of achievements in life, your just background noise… nothing more. How can you hope to make something of yourself when no one can depend on you to provide a dynamic responsive persona?

Wednesday Humpty Action!

Thu, 13 Nov 2008 05:47:13 GMT

Heh, my new background. Amazing.

Continued, I’m not done with you just yet. I’ve been listening to that David Bowie song over and over again for about 4 hours and I can’t understand why it “clicks”. It’s literally as old as me, and I usually don’t have interest in anything that old, but this can only be defined as timeless. What he said in that song has as much relevance then as it does to me now, almost like he was singing to me all along, (insane.) 1AM and I’m still wondering what it all means, there is something there, a pattern, a truth, my own spirit is yelling at me to listen closer. Another one of those “connections to something larger than myself” that I’ll never be able to fully comprehend or understand because of the logical natures of my brain. Lemme alone you wanker!!! Let me be, I have to sleep an hour ago. And you know what that means....

SUPER HAPPY INSOMNIA TIME!!!!

Maybe I’m feeling the warmth/comfort of when I was 6 or 7 months old and my mother listened to this song repeatedly.Which is patently ridiculous, cause warmth and comfort was something I’ve never associated with my mother. But I’ve always had a fascination with her music collection though, maybe I substituted her for the music? (maybe you need to shut your eyes before you pass out in this chair again?)

This is a perfect time, my conscious mind, my “soul”, and my logic centers are having a battle royal right now, It’s practically the only time I can get these guys together in the same room at the same time. I love it. I’m now 3 times as smart as I was today when I was trolling through work. Doesn’t make a difference though, I’ll still be back there tomorrow, half asleep, with 2/3rds of my brain shut down. It almost saddens me, but my pursuit of money has brought me to this.

I need to stop sucking at life...

Fri, 15 Aug 2008 01:42:56 GMT

I start to pull the reins a little bit and realize the horse has been running all night... Where the fuck am I?

That's the metaphor for my life...

The days are long...

Thu, 14 Aug 2008 08:11:18 GMT

“Oh love, sweetheart... Your so cruel.“ - U2

I’m pushing myself a little too hard, I’m literally dragging myself through the days lately. And there is really nothing else that can be done in this situation. I hate my job and all that it became, all I can do is look down and continue to work each agent fuck up with a smile on my face and just keep it all to myself. I wouldn’t want to sound negative. I take each negative comment from a faceless customer like an itchy sub-cutaneous splinter. I wouldn’t want the customer to think the company doesn’t care. Training can only take you so far and then the sheer number of things that can fuck up sweeps you away. For people like Trent you choke and drown, for people like me you surf and play in the water. And why does this happen? Trent kept spitting on the people trying to teach him to swim and said ”fuck it, I’d rather drown.“

"Can you just put me back into Zoomtown , this is ignorant..." Trent stands over my desk as if waiting for a response from me. He already knows that we’ve spent thousands training him to handle the calls he’s having problems with.
I look at him blankly, "I can't help you, now if you had a technical question to ask me..."
Trent interrupts "Actually... you can help me as long as your not being a complete douche."
He has a shitty smile on his face for a moment to make sure I understood his beratement and then asked whatever his question was. I answered the question and ended with "...the douche has spoken."

The important lessons to be learned from this, is how we deal with our stress in certain environments vs the time wasted in meaningless dialog. I merely wanted a question that I could answer. Quick, to the point, and efficient. If you have a problem with your life or your position in your job, I really don't need to know about it. Now if Trent walked up to me and said just the technical question. I would have answered the question and he would be done with his call in the time it took for him to convey to me how much he hates his job.

I love Trent, I’ve known him for like 13 years. And I hope whatever unicorns he’s dreaming about finds him well. Reality is a call center environment is a call center environment, and if you hate taking calls from idiotic people then this is the wrong career path for you. To be honest the hardest person I have ever had to work with was my best friend of 13 years, my obvious guess was he didn’t like what I had to stand for. For me, I just want to keep my job and not get yelled at.

What I sincerely miss about the job is conversations about science, politics (or the idiocy thereof), drinking, geekery, and other such topics with fun and intelligent people. For me, working with Mikey, Fuzz, Sarah, and Nat was like working with real peers, more than my equals. Now there is such a rift between me and the other agents because they really don’t know how to talk about anything but the job they hate and the continued mistrust of our current supervisor**. How is it that geeks have great personalities and poor customer skills and customer service agents have no personalities and decent customer service skills? I say decent because the customer is calling to be fixed, not verbally massaged. And when they find out this agent is going to read the same script to them as the last 4 agents then the magic is gone and the customer goes ballistic.

**And I don’t blame them for the mistrust either, I can’t say he’s ever been 100% with me either, and I’ve personally witnessed him interact with the agents in a biased and unfair way. One girl he yells at and writes up all the time, and another girl he’s allowed to continue to work unfettered after countless acts of customer mistreats and general douche-baggery. Now I’m not saying that he’s treating agent 1 poorly because she’s not as pretty as agent 2, because that would be too obvious. I just can’t come up with any other reasons at this time. ^_^

My messages to Matt J regarding my laptop...

Tue, 05 Aug 2008 21:37:42 GMT

Me...    You didn't even ask me how Warsteiner was doing...
Me...    Let me tell you a story of a time I was drunk, I tore a window out of it's frame and kicked a door in.
Me...    when it came down to it I asked "How much" and paid Tim for damages...
Me...    no questions asked
Me...    I guess the moral of the story is I expected a better reaction
Me...    I'm covered under warranty and I should get it back in 2 days... thanks for playing

So far Matt hasn't responded to me.

UPDATE: To be fair he did respond to me 15 minutes later. He said he would have paid for it if it was damaged from the beer. But he's still not convinced it could be. I opened the computer and took pictures just before I cleaned the dark sludge spots from the visible area. When I get my lappy back I plan to put it into a bulletproof pope dome and use wireless keyboards and mice to interact with it... This whole situation just sucks, come back to me Warsteiner!!! I'm certainly lost without you!

It's up! It's down! It's up! It's down!

Tue, 05 Aug 2008 04:48:51 GMT

Random insane quote: You want to hear about my pain and suffering? Old people trying to get online and learn windows is reason enough for me to want to quit and move to Canada. Cause we all know old people in Canada is recycled into Tom Horton’s donuts up there. Ahhh, that feels better. I think if I start my thoughts with something totally insane/inappropriate it’ll keep me focused on what I was trying to say to begin with. Remember Soylent Green comes in glazed and custard filled.

So my computer is dropping and coming back up randomly now there is a plethora of people that claimed they experienced the same crap and a chosen few think they figured out what’s wrong. The fact that I’m writing this means that someone did something right. But how long? Should I just keep my computer on permanently? I’m so tempted to close my lid and see if it comes back. I’m gonna save this and post it, if I don’t come back to continue my idea, you know what happened. And I still have an appt with the Genius Bar tomorrow, so I may be down for quite a bit of time.

And they lived happily ever after...

Mon, 04 Aug 2008 05:28:49 GMT

My weekend was amazing... It had scary thrills and chills, and an almost too happy of an ending. So Friday I have friends over for food and games, Afterwards I bring the lappy out and we watch Pushing Daisies for a couple hours, I think of it kind of like Six Feet Under’s goofy fun loving cousin. Saturday wake up with a sight hangover and a very dead laptop. Clean up and headed out with my buddy Matt to BJs in Kenwood, which I will say has the best tasting amber I’ve ever laid my lips on. Next stop? Not sure... but there were lots of people there drinking and having a great time. I started tossing ice into a girl’s shirt and how that night ends is anyone’s guess. I wake up alone and in pain, again... laptop is still dead to the world. I decide to load up into target mode and save all of my assorted files and movies into my air disk. My computer boots back up just fine after shutting down correctly one time(?) I’m floored and happy, I almost want to start crying...

This just in, a man can have valid emotions and share them, and still be a ballin’ playa. It’s strange but true, I’m living proof.

I guess the next step is to start working on the goods, I wished my pain wasn’t so severe after working out. Inflammation of the joints cannot be good.

Happy End.

Holy Shit

Sun, 03 Aug 2008 20:29:55 GMT

My 2700 dollar Macbook Pro took a dive today, naturally it’s exactly 2 months out of warranty. I put my serial number into their website and they return back with a chilling response. “Your device is out of warranty, all repairs are billable. Please choose from the list of support options below...” And there were no options for me to click on. This sucks...

I have 3 levels of repair that I’m going to have to invest some time and money into:

1) Clean the crap off my motherboard. Distilled water and detergent bath followed by a dip into pure alcohol. Investment total approximately 30 dollars.

2) Logic board replacement, estimated investment 600 to 900 dollars.

3) New Laptop. I don’t want to think about that.

<rant> I swear to god, any other decent hardware shops has a 3 year warranty that doesn’t require extra money to keep (Apple care). Assholes. </rant>

UPDATE: Warsteiner came back online... ^_^ My old friend is back.

Emo

Thu, 31 Jul 2008 22:36:51 GMT

My point of view    "you're retarded"
My directions    "you treat everyone poorly"
My anger        "you're being ridiculous"

Every aspect of my life is under attack by your insult of an existence. Cease and desist your life sir, but do so someplace where I don't have to hear your whines.

And poof... he appears.

Tue, 29 Jul 2008 07:07:23 GMT

Behold... the face of genius. His name is Matt Lee AKA DJ Gammer.

Dougal said this is what his face looks like after a full day with him in the studio. ^_^

His musical renditions are the absolute top of the bell curve. If you make hardcore or dance music, this is the man you look up to. Normally I don’t like putting people on the pedestal, but seriously, look at him! Is he not great!?!?!?!

I found he’s been working on hardhouse as a side project and offered his mix for free. It’s an hour and 40 minutes ripped into 160kbps mix, and it can be found here.

Nerdcore Rising...

Sun, 27 Jul 2008 21:30:10 GMT

http://www.youtube.com/v/Bxykh0cvJ8w&fs=1

I would like to arrange a screening of this movie, but I need to confirm a crapton of people to watch it with me. RELEASE THE DAMN DVD GAHHHHHHHHH!!!!! After you check out the video if your interested in what I’m talking about check out http://nerdcorerising.com

The Jolly Candy Like Button!!!

Fri, 25 Jul 2008 07:11:34 GMT

If my journal looks like it’s missing about 90% of the entries it’s because I decided to hit the reset button in my head. Other than the overall mass of cells that make up me and the brain that I use, I know that 7 years is all it takes to replace every cell in your body. I’m not the bratty 13 year old computer nerd trying to hack as many C64 games as I can get from my 25 to 30 year old peers in my club. I’m not the angst addled 16 year old that couldn’t make connections with people in high school due to insufferable differences in perceived reality. I’m not the adventurous 19 year old trying to figure life out, because high school failed at preparing me for it. I’m not the struggling musician in Seattle working at Microsoft. I’m not the raver kid cook burning his arms on the cheese melter in Applebee’s. And I am most definitely not the 35 year old tech support guru who’s pressed against the glass ceiling with no chance for advancement for as long as I’m working for Pomeroy.

I’ve taken down the entries and filed them someplace I’ll never think to look until after I accidently erase the disk it’s on. I would think it’s better overall that this had happened. The selections that I’ve left behind were my favorites.

You’re not your damn khakis...

My brain, the prankster...

Fri, 18 Feb 2005 04:15:06 GMT

I'm not drowning, I'm just suspended in the water looking up at the ripples in the sun. Watching the shimmering light dance below me on the sand. I'm not scared. I feel the light, touch my soul with warm pulsating intensity. I feel the tears flow from my eyes to meet with the ocean before me. I woke up, crying in the dark. Choking on the stale air of my bedroom, trying to slip back into the warm light but found nothing but my damp pillow. Had I been crying all night? My connection with something larger than myself had disappeared into the night. I hate that. My brain drags my soul through this heart wrenching carnival of happiness to teach me a valuble lesson in spiritual longing. Occationally it sets the up the background with this impeccable image of beauty, occasionally it's the arms of someone familiar but no one that I know. End results are pretty much the same either way, just the location of the dampness changes. I started to make my way in the dark to the bathroom, still in the mindset of my former persona. I'm hurting my toes on cords, clothes, shoes. A far cry from the graceful creature that I was a mere 15 minutes ago.

My psuedo political rant

Sat, 16 Oct 2004 08:43:12 GMT

Political? No, Just not interested. I've been on this planet for 32 years, and not a single President has brought us any closer or any further from a Utopian society. The only problem is that someone get's elected, and half the people in the country get's pissed. Why do you care? What do you win with either Frankenstien or El Chimpo? A better society? Can you sleep better at nights? You think the guy breaking into your SUV is going to get a job and be a better citizen because of the person your sending into the office?

Republicans seem to have a shady tie in with big business, and that's been the same acrossed the board. It's kind of like dating a really responsible and shy girl and finding a sex toy in her closet. Your not sure of what to make of it, but it could get better later. Point being, businesses have to thrive in order to pay... you know... us? Sure it kind of sucks that the good stuff is there and we have to wait for it.

Democrats are like the activist college students that flip you off for throwing a can in the wrong designated recycling bin, and hitting their parents up for beer funds. You know they mean well, but they need your money now. Not to mention after all the spending is done, society shifts back to the Republicans to stop the corporations from curtailing shrinking profits.

There isn't any middle ground that people try to work towards. I like having a job, and I like money... I like the environment, it's good for taking pictures, but I can't feed myself with pretty pictures. That's what the corporations are there for. They take nature, and process it into food. Food is then distributed to the masses, based on how much money they make from the corporations. Welcome to civilized society, we ugly. Not too bright, and we get even dumber in groups. That means our country has split into two blathering groups of idiots with no more forward thinking than "Where did I leave my car keys?", geared towards saving society from the other half of the idiots. It's idiocy. It it didn't directly affect my pocketbook with taxes, health care, and other such "benefits" I'd say put both sides in building with a chainsaw with an explosive collar around their necks**.

Republicans - This is what we grow into, when responsibility overwhelms our hatred for the corporations. Because all of us have to eat and pay taxes.
Democrats - This what we we're when we hated "The Man", but teen angst can only fight off McDonalds for so long before hunger raises questions on how relavent our majors and minors really were in this aggressive job market.

** Check out Battle Royale for a real cinematic treat.

The debates infuriates most of my friends.

Thu, 14 Oct 2004 01:44:07 GMT

My friend Squirrel is watching the debates today and started a neat rant:
XxXxXxX: oh god here he goes about the "definition" of marriage
XxXxXxX: such a shame people care so freaking much
EcHoJeRiChO: oh by a man and a woman
XxXxXxX: meanng...?
EcHoJeRiChO: The definition of marraige
XxXxXxX: I don't believe anyone has the right to try and amend the constitution to say who can marry who
EcHoJeRiChO: But I can't marry my dog
XxXxXxX: hahaha
EcHoJeRiChO: people would think it's "wierd"