I don't spit game, I don't play women,
I speak my truth, I don't try to win 'em
with fake words or passing attraction.
Fashion your love from that passion,
the one who can leave you speechless
when you look into her eyes.
I'm pissed at all the guys
that only see a prize,
but that is their weakness.
I hope someday they'll realize
that nice guys "finish last"
cause we put women first.
[ poem composed with a special someone on my mind :) ]
Monday, January 30, 2012
Random Rambling: Part Deux!
- Stephen King makes a very neat point in his book "On Writing". I thought I'd share it with you:
"And here we go - actual telepathy in action. You'll notice that I have nothing up my sleeves and that my lips never move. Neither, most likely, do yours.
Look - here's a table covered with a red cloth. On it is a cage the size of a small fish aquarium. In the cage is a white rabbit with a pink nose and pink-rimmed eyes. In its front paws is a carrot-stub upon which it is contentedly munching. On its back, clearly marked in blue ink, is the numeral 8.
...This is what we're looking at, and we all see it. I didn't tell you. You didn't ask me. I never opened my mouth and you never opened yours. We're not even in the same year together, let alone the same room...except we are together. We're close.
We're having a meeting of the minds.
I sent you a table with a red cloth on it, a cage, a rabbit, and the number eight in blue ink. You got them all, especially that blue eight. We've engaged in an act of telepathy. No mythy-mountain shit; real telepathy."
-You know on windy days when the wind swirls the leaves into the air like a mini-leaf-tornado? I want to get my picture taken in the middle of one of those, holding out my arms like I'm creating it.
- Screamo is music stuck on caps lock.
- One of the few bonuses of winter is that your car turns into a refrigerator.
- I define a good driver as one who drives not to wreck (i.e. careless), and makes sure the other drivers won't wreck into you. I'm a good driver mainly because of one thing: I avoid possible scenarios where an accident could occur. I'm not saying I'm never in a position where a wreck could occur - I'm saying I make a conscious effort to reduce the chance of an accident. For example: there is a car coming up behind you in the next lane, and they're speeding up to pass you, but the car in front of them is going too slow and the fast car is approaching quickly - I'll slow down a bit so there's enough room for them to switch lanes. I've seen people cut off by a mere few feet in this scenario because they don't observe this happening in the next lane (I have even done it myself a couple times, but I don't anymore), and why chance that dumbass in the next lane misjudging the distance and clipping you?
-I think, if for some reason I died young in an accident or something, I'd want my tombstone to say something cryptic, like..."Always check your toilet for spiders".
- Looking back on my childhood, I wish I had taken pictures of all my possessions (toys, clothes, books, other random gatherings), cause I often get hit with a wave of nostalgia for something and it triggers a childhood memory. Case in point, a watch I used to own randomly popped into my head (I think it was a Taz watch), and I wanted to see it again. So I think when I have kids, I'm gonna keep an album of most of their possessions, in case one day they want to visit them again.
- I want to learn how to play piano and guitar, and create a giant song that is composed of my favorite sections of songs.
"And here we go - actual telepathy in action. You'll notice that I have nothing up my sleeves and that my lips never move. Neither, most likely, do yours.
Look - here's a table covered with a red cloth. On it is a cage the size of a small fish aquarium. In the cage is a white rabbit with a pink nose and pink-rimmed eyes. In its front paws is a carrot-stub upon which it is contentedly munching. On its back, clearly marked in blue ink, is the numeral 8.
...This is what we're looking at, and we all see it. I didn't tell you. You didn't ask me. I never opened my mouth and you never opened yours. We're not even in the same year together, let alone the same room...except we are together. We're close.
We're having a meeting of the minds.
I sent you a table with a red cloth on it, a cage, a rabbit, and the number eight in blue ink. You got them all, especially that blue eight. We've engaged in an act of telepathy. No mythy-mountain shit; real telepathy."
-You know on windy days when the wind swirls the leaves into the air like a mini-leaf-tornado? I want to get my picture taken in the middle of one of those, holding out my arms like I'm creating it.
- Screamo is music stuck on caps lock.
- One of the few bonuses of winter is that your car turns into a refrigerator.
- I define a good driver as one who drives not to wreck (i.e. careless), and makes sure the other drivers won't wreck into you. I'm a good driver mainly because of one thing: I avoid possible scenarios where an accident could occur. I'm not saying I'm never in a position where a wreck could occur - I'm saying I make a conscious effort to reduce the chance of an accident. For example: there is a car coming up behind you in the next lane, and they're speeding up to pass you, but the car in front of them is going too slow and the fast car is approaching quickly - I'll slow down a bit so there's enough room for them to switch lanes. I've seen people cut off by a mere few feet in this scenario because they don't observe this happening in the next lane (I have even done it myself a couple times, but I don't anymore), and why chance that dumbass in the next lane misjudging the distance and clipping you?
-I think, if for some reason I died young in an accident or something, I'd want my tombstone to say something cryptic, like..."Always check your toilet for spiders".
- Looking back on my childhood, I wish I had taken pictures of all my possessions (toys, clothes, books, other random gatherings), cause I often get hit with a wave of nostalgia for something and it triggers a childhood memory. Case in point, a watch I used to own randomly popped into my head (I think it was a Taz watch), and I wanted to see it again. So I think when I have kids, I'm gonna keep an album of most of their possessions, in case one day they want to visit them again.
- I want to learn how to play piano and guitar, and create a giant song that is composed of my favorite sections of songs.
Monday, December 12, 2011
A generation of overreacters and underachievers
This thought randomly popped into my head last night, and with some friendly prompting I've decided to write a post about it.
I don't remember what I was doing/thinking about when it came to me; I just thought it, liked how it sounded, and updated my Facebook status with it. Sometimes that's just how my mind works.
What do I mean by it? Well, after some thought, I've decided that it spawned from what I see.
I see myself, 4 years and counting in college with pretty much nothing to show for it so far - I see others in the same situation as myself. I see magazines that scream out the recent celebrity drama. I see couples that break up and get back together mere hours later, only to do it all over again next week. I see the Occupy Wall Street protests chock full of my generation, pissed at our lack of job opportunities. I see teenagers having babies so they can purposefully be put on welfare, so they can be on Teen Mom, so they can have a reason to legitimately drop out of school. I see people on the Internet argue over the most pointless shit - I even see occasions where a group gets so pissed at the other that they hunt down the others phone number, call them and harass them at their own house/workplace - and it turns out to be a misunderstanding. I see people crushed under the greedy feet of a Black Friday mob. I see our public education system crumbling while churches get tax breaks (not trying to infuriate anyone out here, if you think I believe our education system sucks because of churches, you're missing my point - I just find it sadly ironic that some religions constantly spend millions on new churches, putting them in communities where the nearby elementary school is overcrowded and underfunded. And I sporadically decided to pick on churches for this - I could have used shopping malls or sports arenas if I wanted to). I see a mom choked to death by her own sons because she wanted to play Yahtzee and they didn't. I see the absurdness in the argument that gays can't marry because the sanctity of marriage will be ruined. I see one child forced to crush his pet hamster because of his bad grades.
And then...I see a child being told it is okay to fail, so long as you pick yourself up. I see my grandparents, who stayed happily married for 60+ years (rest in peace Grandma). I see a family compromise on how to spend their time, just as long as it is spent together as a family. I see the Gates Foundation donating billions of their own dollars to the American community, including public schools. I see churches care for the poor, the needy, the sick, the underprivileged. I see calm shoppers, okay with the possibility that they might not be able to buy that perfect materialistic gift this year. I see people in disagreement, remaining respectful of each other and not allowing things to get blown out of proportion, even if the topic on hand is one they feel so strongly and passionately about. I see a teenage mother cradling her newborn baby, softly swaying it and caressing it, whispering messages of love and hope in its ear. I see our economy turning around, spearheaded by cooperative effort that spans the generation gaps. I see high school sweethearts become college sweethearts, become newlyweds, celebrate their Silver Anniversary, pass on peacefully in their bed, hands clasped together - and not a single day in between did they break it off and then get back together. I see magazines cover important news and information, feel-good stories and life tips. I see myself, in the future, happy and successful (and hopefully married to a wonderful woman).
I see the bad. I see the good. I don't see which one will prevail.
I don't remember what I was doing/thinking about when it came to me; I just thought it, liked how it sounded, and updated my Facebook status with it. Sometimes that's just how my mind works.
What do I mean by it? Well, after some thought, I've decided that it spawned from what I see.
I see myself, 4 years and counting in college with pretty much nothing to show for it so far - I see others in the same situation as myself. I see magazines that scream out the recent celebrity drama. I see couples that break up and get back together mere hours later, only to do it all over again next week. I see the Occupy Wall Street protests chock full of my generation, pissed at our lack of job opportunities. I see teenagers having babies so they can purposefully be put on welfare, so they can be on Teen Mom, so they can have a reason to legitimately drop out of school. I see people on the Internet argue over the most pointless shit - I even see occasions where a group gets so pissed at the other that they hunt down the others phone number, call them and harass them at their own house/workplace - and it turns out to be a misunderstanding. I see people crushed under the greedy feet of a Black Friday mob. I see our public education system crumbling while churches get tax breaks (not trying to infuriate anyone out here, if you think I believe our education system sucks because of churches, you're missing my point - I just find it sadly ironic that some religions constantly spend millions on new churches, putting them in communities where the nearby elementary school is overcrowded and underfunded. And I sporadically decided to pick on churches for this - I could have used shopping malls or sports arenas if I wanted to). I see a mom choked to death by her own sons because she wanted to play Yahtzee and they didn't. I see the absurdness in the argument that gays can't marry because the sanctity of marriage will be ruined. I see one child forced to crush his pet hamster because of his bad grades.
And then...I see a child being told it is okay to fail, so long as you pick yourself up. I see my grandparents, who stayed happily married for 60+ years (rest in peace Grandma). I see a family compromise on how to spend their time, just as long as it is spent together as a family. I see the Gates Foundation donating billions of their own dollars to the American community, including public schools. I see churches care for the poor, the needy, the sick, the underprivileged. I see calm shoppers, okay with the possibility that they might not be able to buy that perfect materialistic gift this year. I see people in disagreement, remaining respectful of each other and not allowing things to get blown out of proportion, even if the topic on hand is one they feel so strongly and passionately about. I see a teenage mother cradling her newborn baby, softly swaying it and caressing it, whispering messages of love and hope in its ear. I see our economy turning around, spearheaded by cooperative effort that spans the generation gaps. I see high school sweethearts become college sweethearts, become newlyweds, celebrate their Silver Anniversary, pass on peacefully in their bed, hands clasped together - and not a single day in between did they break it off and then get back together. I see magazines cover important news and information, feel-good stories and life tips. I see myself, in the future, happy and successful (and hopefully married to a wonderful woman).
I see the bad. I see the good. I don't see which one will prevail.
Thursday, December 1, 2011
I love messing with people on Omegle
You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!
Stranger: hi
You: thank god. youre not a spambot or a horny male looking to skype
Stranger: asl
You: 54 f colorado
Stranger: 54 f then u must be horny
You: nope
You: menopause
Stranger: ye ur
Stranger: lol
You: kinda took the heat away
Stranger: if ur here
Stranger: wat u wearing?
You: clothes...
Stranger: wat type?
You: tell me young lad, do they still teach proper english in school these days?
Stranger: haha wat do u know?
Stranger: as much as old frustrated grannies want young men
Stranger: so yea
You: well i know how to spell "what"
You: so there's that
Stranger: ever heard of shortenings?
You: like for cooking?
Stranger: wtf u talking about?
You: crisco shortening? for baking?
Stranger: wow ur retarded
Stranger: think a little bit
You: very ironic statement there
Stranger: hiding behind irony shows ur retarded
You: well someone better tell alanis morrisette that
Stranger: wtf u putting alanis morisette for?
Stranger: lol
Stranger: seriously
Stranger: ur fuckn retarded
Stranger: are all old hags like u this way?
You: pretty much
Stranger: wow sad
You: you may as well kill yourself rather than get married
Stranger: aswell
You: oh im happily married
Stranger: but ye sure
Stranger: good for u
You: in fact my husband is laughing at you
Stranger: lol who cares about ur husband?
Stranger: and about u
You: now he's crying because it just hit him that your generation is hopeless
Stranger: hes crying because hes bitch (you) are getting too many wrinkles
You: his*
You: and i'm currently wrinke-free
Stranger: and hes sad
You: save for that one below the belt
Stranger: cuz he cant get bitches
Stranger: u wrinkle free?
Stranger: hahahaha
Stranger: good one
You: well, bitches are overrated anyways
Stranger: thats for sure
Stranger: bet u notice that when u look in the mirror
You: only when i;m naked
Stranger: lol then its just too much
You: still havent picked up on which wrinkle i'm referring to?
Stranger: well to say 1 by 1 would take an eternity
You: here's a hint
You: it starts with "v"
You: and ends in "agina"
Stranger: dont wanna think abt them
Stranger: chill out
You: it is gettin pretty cold up here...
Stranger: bet it is
You: so. "dude". how young are you?
Stranger: 24
Stranger: why do u even care?
You: i'm just curious. does everyone your age not know how to spell?
Stranger: we already talked about that
Stranger: or do i need to remind u?
Stranger: u senile bitch
You: sorry. everytime i read your horrible spelling my brain cells commit suicide
You: so i cant retain information right now
Stranger: lol i just think u dont have any
Stranger: lol if u cant retain info it shows how retarded ur
You: your what?
You: finish your thought..
Stranger: learn to read
You: i am trying. i think "ur" is slang for "your"
You: so you have an incomplete sentence
Stranger: good morning and smell the coffee
You: if you had said "u r" that wouldve made more sense
You: sadly
Stranger: how long did it take u to figure it out?
You: about as long as it's taking you to spell correctly
Stranger: lol u shouldnt talk abt sense
You: so...forever
Stranger: ???
Stranger: huh?
You: am i going too fast for you now?
Stranger: no
Stranger: you just dont make any sense
You: your 7 brain cells must be working overtime right now
You: i pity them
Stranger: lol i pity you
Stranger: trying to act like ur somethn
You: yep. acting like someone who can spell
Stranger: why dont u just go to ur pill eating husband
You: i should really get off my high horse
Stranger: lol u should get off internet
Stranger: and btw
Stranger: ur horse
Stranger: is not high
You: we live in colorado
You: everything is high here
You: metaphorically and literally
Stranger: i dont give a shit where u live
Stranger: ur own "horse"
Stranger: is nt high
Stranger: not
Stranger: ok
Stranger: NOT!
You: why did you even bother correcting that
Stranger: cuz ur retarded head wont get it then
You: i'm doing fine, dont worry about me
Stranger: if idont
Stranger: ahahahha
Stranger: doubt it
You: i assume there are lots of things you doubt
You: like not being able to spell is important for getting jobs
Stranger: i doubt ur husand can fk ur hangy vagina
Stranger: well ur not a person on a so called high "horse"
Stranger: that can give any job
Stranger: so idont mind
Stranger: ur not worth all the effort
You: i wouldn't hire you anyways. so i dont mind either
Stranger: who cares what you would do
Stranger: doesnt have any value
You: some people do
Stranger: as i said
Stranger: dont care abt them either
You: and what are you doing with your life?
Stranger: im not "some of those
Stranger: why do u even care?
You: i dont really
Stranger: lol then shut up
You: just want to make sure i can avoid you at all costs
Stranger: u can by dc
You: dc...now that one youll have to expand on
Stranger: dc=disconnect
Stranger: there is a button
You: oh. then that should be "disconnecting"
Stranger: down on the left
Stranger: bravoooo
You: cmon now, it's not rocket science here
Stranger: u see where it says disconnect?
Stranger: down on the left
You: by george i think i do
Stranger: click on it
Stranger: twice
You: it must be some form of wizardry
Stranger: twice= 2 times
You: it's like you can see my computer screen!
Stranger: ok?
Stranger: and 2 is 1+1
You: or 3-1
Stranger: got it?
You: or 2x1
Stranger: good
Stranger: but u just need to know 1+1 for now
You: or 673 = -671
You: +*
Stranger: ??
Stranger: hahahaha
Stranger: wat a bunch of bull
Stranger: so since 1+1 is 2
Stranger: and hopefully u understood the answer
Stranger: thats how many times u need to click the dc button
Stranger: and btw DC= Disconnect
Stranger: got it?
You: nope. DC is "direct current"
You: as opposed to AC which is "alternating current"
Stranger: wow ur an idiot
You: google it
Stranger: allright im gonna go now
You: alright*
Stranger: ur boringas shit
You: what is a boringas?
You: sounds exotic
Stranger: boring as*
Stranger: ok?
You: see how much more pleasant that is to read?
Stranger: but will surely let u type watever u want
You: fragment
Stranger: so good luck
You: oh i dont need luck
You: but you might
Stranger: in typing anything that makes sense
Stranger: bye
You: dont let this ruin your day now
You: there is still hope for you
You: i...BELIEVE in you!
You: you can do it!
You: werent you leaving?
You: or are you brushing up on your english for me?
You: i know youre still there, and dont want to disconnect and give me the "satisfaction" of "winning"
You: so, adios
You have disconnected.
Thursday, October 27, 2011
First Impressions
Why do first impressions hold so much stock? This thought has been with me for quite some time now. I'm gonna go out on a limb here and say everyone has had some of their first impressions turn out to be wrong or misjudged - be it with people, food, movies, music, etc. And yet despite these occurrences, we still make snap appraisals of things and in turn that creates our perception of it, even though we could be completely wrong. I know that when we experience something new our mind needs to create a "file" about it, so it's necessary to make note of the initial things we see/feel. I'm just curious as to why we sometimes feel complete with this very basic assessment.
Most recently I bought a CD ("Mylo Xyloto" by Coldplay), and during my first listen-through I wasn't very impressed with it; but after listening to it more and more I've come to really enjoy it. There are varied factors that come into play when discussing the influence of a first impression. Continuing with my CD example: I thoroughly love just about everything Coldplay has put out, including their unreleased B-sides, so I guess I already have the preconceived that I will like their new album (plus I had heard several of the songs from it prior to its release, and liked them).
However, my first impression was that the new CD was "good, but not as good as their other stuff", and that in itself was a disappointment. Did my high expectations clash with my actual reaction to the CD and therefore result in my initial dissatisfaction? Definitely. But then an interesting thing happened: I listened to it again, and found myself enjoying the songs more and more. I think that having more familiarity with each song, knowing what it's actually like (opposed to what I thought it would be like) removed my expectations from the mix and actually let me listen to the music as it truly existed.
There's an old saying: "Familiarity breeds contempt." I used to think it meant that a person begins to hate all the material things in their lives that remain the same, day after day, like their job, relationships, possessions. Writing this post out has made me think of that quote in a different light. This new Coldplay CD was more different than their other albums, and that may have had some influence on why I didn't like it as much initially; but after listening to it more, I've come to really enjoy their new style and direction (admittedly it's not a drastic change, so that's one knock on my case here. Still, it's pretty different from their older stuff). So if this new CD was more like their older material, I probably would have liked it more at the beginning, but as time goes on I may have become more bored with it, or I wouldn't have enjoyed it as much as their newer style. I guess the point I'm making in connection with the quote is that while familiarity is "safer", it also doesn't offer you a chance to experience something new; and the whole point of human life is to experience new things. So I now think of "familiarity breeds contempt" as a more philosophical motivator, urging us to seek out new experiences.
This realization helped me understand that our first impressions are mainly based on a mixture of reactions, prior knowledge, and emotions. Not a hard concept to understand, given the fact that anytime you react to a new thing you can really only rely on those three aspects. The thing that bothers me is when these first impressions become our entire perception of something, or when they carry so much weight that it takes a lot to overcome the first judgment. I know that it's ridiculous to assume for people to simply stop making snap judgments; I just hope we can realize that we may be totally wrong, or we may change our mind later. Just keeping our minds and attitudes open can make a difference (and if we have that in the first place, perhaps our first impressions will be more accurate).
[Post composed listening to Coldplay's "Mylo Xyloto" album - go figure :) ]
Most recently I bought a CD ("Mylo Xyloto" by Coldplay), and during my first listen-through I wasn't very impressed with it; but after listening to it more and more I've come to really enjoy it. There are varied factors that come into play when discussing the influence of a first impression. Continuing with my CD example: I thoroughly love just about everything Coldplay has put out, including their unreleased B-sides, so I guess I already have the preconceived that I will like their new album (plus I had heard several of the songs from it prior to its release, and liked them).
However, my first impression was that the new CD was "good, but not as good as their other stuff", and that in itself was a disappointment. Did my high expectations clash with my actual reaction to the CD and therefore result in my initial dissatisfaction? Definitely. But then an interesting thing happened: I listened to it again, and found myself enjoying the songs more and more. I think that having more familiarity with each song, knowing what it's actually like (opposed to what I thought it would be like) removed my expectations from the mix and actually let me listen to the music as it truly existed.
There's an old saying: "Familiarity breeds contempt." I used to think it meant that a person begins to hate all the material things in their lives that remain the same, day after day, like their job, relationships, possessions. Writing this post out has made me think of that quote in a different light. This new Coldplay CD was more different than their other albums, and that may have had some influence on why I didn't like it as much initially; but after listening to it more, I've come to really enjoy their new style and direction (admittedly it's not a drastic change, so that's one knock on my case here. Still, it's pretty different from their older stuff). So if this new CD was more like their older material, I probably would have liked it more at the beginning, but as time goes on I may have become more bored with it, or I wouldn't have enjoyed it as much as their newer style. I guess the point I'm making in connection with the quote is that while familiarity is "safer", it also doesn't offer you a chance to experience something new; and the whole point of human life is to experience new things. So I now think of "familiarity breeds contempt" as a more philosophical motivator, urging us to seek out new experiences.
This realization helped me understand that our first impressions are mainly based on a mixture of reactions, prior knowledge, and emotions. Not a hard concept to understand, given the fact that anytime you react to a new thing you can really only rely on those three aspects. The thing that bothers me is when these first impressions become our entire perception of something, or when they carry so much weight that it takes a lot to overcome the first judgment. I know that it's ridiculous to assume for people to simply stop making snap judgments; I just hope we can realize that we may be totally wrong, or we may change our mind later. Just keeping our minds and attitudes open can make a difference (and if we have that in the first place, perhaps our first impressions will be more accurate).
[Post composed listening to Coldplay's "Mylo Xyloto" album - go figure :) ]
Thursday, October 6, 2011
A Random Rambling
- I really dislike it when I'm driving through a parking lot, see a space between two cars that I think is open, only to discover there is already a damn Volkswagen Beetle in it.
- It would be bad to be cursed, for sure. But what if you were cursed so every time you took a bite of food you had to chew 10 times? I don't think I'd be able to eat ice cream anymore.
- I find some people funny-looking. I feel bad for laughing at them because I shouldn't judge someone like that, especially on something as trivial as looks, and ones they can't really do anything about to boot. Having said that, some people look friggin' hilarious.
- A blank page can be your best friend or your worst enemy. (I hope no one famous has said this before, cause I'd rather like having credit for it.)
- When I'm driving and changing lanes, I make it a game to see if I can make it through to the next lane without running over any of the road reflectors.
[post composed listening to "Young Folks" - Peter Bjorn and John]
- It would be bad to be cursed, for sure. But what if you were cursed so every time you took a bite of food you had to chew 10 times? I don't think I'd be able to eat ice cream anymore.
- I find some people funny-looking. I feel bad for laughing at them because I shouldn't judge someone like that, especially on something as trivial as looks, and ones they can't really do anything about to boot. Having said that, some people look friggin' hilarious.
- A blank page can be your best friend or your worst enemy. (I hope no one famous has said this before, cause I'd rather like having credit for it.)
- When I'm driving and changing lanes, I make it a game to see if I can make it through to the next lane without running over any of the road reflectors.
[post composed listening to "Young Folks" - Peter Bjorn and John]
Thursday, September 15, 2011
My Favorite Compliment - an original poem
Today I heard a compliment
from a lady unknown to me.
She paid me well, cause she could see
I was something of a gent'.
I was only myself, what was they key
that left her such an impression?
And as if I had just asked that question
she said the key was me.
Her smilin' eyes revealed she was sure
in her perception and reason,
and that intuitive female feelin'
told her I was made of good nature.
Though not much has entered this head,
out of all the advice and wisdom
(and the feel of a woman's bosom)
her words I'll keep 'til I'm dead.
from a lady unknown to me.
She paid me well, cause she could see
I was something of a gent'.
I was only myself, what was they key
that left her such an impression?
And as if I had just asked that question
she said the key was me.
Her smilin' eyes revealed she was sure
in her perception and reason,
and that intuitive female feelin'
told her I was made of good nature.
Though not much has entered this head,
out of all the advice and wisdom
(and the feel of a woman's bosom)
her words I'll keep 'til I'm dead.
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