tnjed111

No posting on porn sites.

Sunday, 18. October 2009, 15:32:11

I understand the purpose of posting comments. If I'm buying a microwave I like to see what other dipshits think about each model. Same thing with a plasma TV. Boy, some motherfuckers go on for like four pages about their quirky perspective on those. Weed Whacker: I want reviews.

And if I google the latest windows error message I got, I want people to be talking about it. Otherwise, I would just be keft to my own devices to trace down the origin of a "Fatal Exception at AXB3009888DA5555CXXXXXXXXXXXXX6754."

The funny thing is I know basically what that means: it means that at that memory address, the computer hit some code that it couldn't execute for any of a number of reasons. I could probably look at he system log and even get the exact reason.

But that doesn't help. Even if I knwo the reason, it doesn't help me fix whatever balloon I didn't click or driver I thought I needed. See something set the events in motion that caused that error. I don't install anything too exotic, so 9 times out of 10 I can find the source just by googling the error and reading some postings.

I never even noticed that porn sites have postings too. You know why? I don't give a fuck about anything anyone has to say about this or that scene, whether Katie Morgan looked better pre or pst boob job, or whether joeblow6969 from Albuquerque likes slurping during dick sucking scenes, but not choking or gagging. (That was a serious comment. He was the OP, in fact.)

Not only is it kinda weird to be talking about this stuff, it doesn't serve that redeeming purpose other postings have. Nobody's opinion means anything to anyone else. I mean, what am I gonna do, if, say, I don't like foot fetish scenes? Read johnnycox6634's songs of praise to the glory of feet and then decide that hey if he likes it so much maybe I'll give it another shot?

If I don't like POV style scenes, no one is going to make me reconsider. And though I haven't surveyed the porn viewing public regarding this issue, I am pretty sure everyone else is pretty set in their porn tastes just because that's what they like, end of story.

I mean maybe there's someone who is dating his mother's friends all because he read a post about how great this one MILF scene was. Fat chicks oughta post about how much they like scenes with plumpers.

Okay, last thing. And who are these posters? So you get done watching a scene. You're telling me you take time out to speak your mind about it? When I get done with a scene, I either vanquish the momentary paraphernalia back to the sock drawer or, I pick another scene to watch. Which path I take depends on whether I spooged all over some girl's nostrils and earlobes or not (that, the face jizz tradition, also needs to go, BTW). Am I neglecting my civic duty by not commenting? Maybe I'll just comment on the set dressing and what other flicks I've seen that house in (the neighbors must be thrilled).

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Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man

Wednesday, 14. October 2009, 13:44:12

proof by induction, whacked out, insanity, bob dylan ...

Take me disappearing through the smoke rings of my mind.
Down the foggy ruins of time,
far past the frozen leaves,
The haunted frightened trees,
Out to the windy bench,
Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow.
Yes to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free,
Silhouetted by the sea,
Circled deep beneath the waves,
Let me forget about today until tomorrow.

Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man
Wake the fuck up.
We gotta meet up soon.
I sure hope you got those oxys
If not don't bother playing that song I always ask you for.

I'm pretty much to the point where forgetting about today ain't working anymore because tomorrow has a decent chance of actually being worse than today, so what's the point?. Oh, but then tomorrow will be today once tomorrow comes. So if I forget about today again, everything will be cool. All right, I think I get it.
It's kinda like proof by math induction that it is possible to forget about the rest of your life. (Lest you think I'm some kind of math wiz, take heed: that's about the most complex proof I can handle.)

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I'm entitled to a hearing!

Wednesday, 14. October 2009, 02:24:43

If there's one thing I like, it's to be heard.
And I found out I am statutorily entitled to a hearing regarding my termination. Especially since it has come in the midst of my contract year.
They have to show cause, and there is no documentation! I never fucking signed anything, that's for sure. They have a few skeletons in their closet, too. Violations of the ed code left and right. A lot of money could have to be paid back to the state. And then there's the credit sheets and the credits fairy who punches in grades without teacher knowledge, and, in many cases, against teacher's will. I have some particular students in mind in fact.
A hearing! Hear ye, hear ye, I shall be heard!

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It's never too late to start wasting your life

Tuesday, 13. October 2009, 14:23:29

wasting, loser, lazy, deranged ...

Inspiration, sweet inspiration! It be be less than 5 minutes away! Don't give up before it strikes!

For me, I was inspired to start taking prescription drugs by the handfull. It could have been the directions on the bottle which said "take handfulls of pills at will throughout the day. Do not skip doses."

Now I find myself trying to find Michael Jackson's doctors before they go to prison. Seriously. Every damn one of them has got their license suspended it seems; what a shame.

So depending on what kind of pills I'm currently on the handfulls of, I behave in various ways, though never productively, I must admit. I take ADD medication and end up engulfed in so many tasks I can't remember if they are even related. Probably tangentially. Anyway, I can't focus on any one for more than a minute or so.

My sweet wife says she's seeing a divorce attorney today.

Sounds like it's blog update time! I hope she takes some pictures. Fuck the cats and knitting projects. It's dissolution time! I think I'll make a scrap book of our divorce proceedings. It'll give me something to do while I'm waiting for my car to fill with carbon monoxide. (Note to self: buy hose.)

My job says something about they are considering me to have abandoned my job. 22 days is too many to miss apparently. They don't understand that every morning I go to work (their website where you go to call off) and work for about 1-2 minutes, and then log off. 1-2 minutes. I'd hardly call that abandonment. Abandonment would be if like I took my job way out to the desert and just left it there. Or put my job in a trash bin with a note or something. Gosh. I report for work every dang morning. Early even.

I have found myself feeling that someone is watching me. That's paranoia. I think it starts when I'm always afraid. The man' coming, to take me away...

So now I just wait for the cops to come in. They haven't come yet. I really don't want to know if they come. So I just turn up my headphones that play the porn, indie rock, satellite tv from the DVR in the other room, porn, and windows system sounds. Win7 uses a banjo now for all the stupid error bleeps by default. Someone who might write a similar blog must have decided that was the way to go. For his last 22 days he just sampled different bluegrass riffs and assigned them to events.

So I need a lab report that shows I am positive for the H1N1 flu virus. That's a helluva reason to miss work. I was just keeping everyone's safety in mind, without creating any panic, which is why I never told anyone what I was doing not at work again. I have researched how to collect specimen, how to conduct the test, and what information should be on the pathology report (that's what the lab report is called, I think.) If I can just get ahold of a sample I should be able to doctor it up to look official enough. Then, I can set up some online phone numbers to give the boss so she can speak with my doctor, or rather, listen to a voice message spoken by someone claiming to be responsible for reception at my doctor's office, and then I can call back pretending to be my doctor. It's an elaborate scheme, but I bet it will work if I'm careful.

Should my doctor be fictitious? I'm leaning towards yes, but then a search would reveal no hits for him/her. Fake website? Yellow pages ad? Now this is getting to be quite elaborate and a little like work, and I swore that off 22 days ago

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