I thought I share a little insight into my psyche... and list my favorite shows on televisions not involving sports.
1. Dexter - On Showtime, an amazing series. For those who do not have it, there are DVDs available. I've also read the novels too, some good stuff.
2. The Office - A unique comedy where awkward silence is golden. I've seen the British version too but something about Steve Carell makes this version a more lovable one (for me :P)
3. Battlestar Galactica - I can't really say I'm a big sci-fi fan but this series rocks. Although does loving Star Wars (not counting the latest trilogy) imply that I am a sci-fi geek?
4. Supernatural - Something about killing monsters, ghosts, spirits, etc appeals to my younger side. The show may not a big hit according to the Nielsen Ratings, but I find it an entertaining watch.
5. High Stakes Poker - Well is poker a sport? Whatever the case I find the suspense, the psychology, and the gamble a weekly indulgence.
Next entry? Sounding off on drivers, shoppers, and Vader?
Monday, November 26, 2007
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
Work....
I've been working at my current position for almost a year. Just out of college, it's not the position I envisioned myself doing when I started my collegiate years, but it pays the bills.
Do I like what I'm doing? Not really.
I could be doing something else that was more challenging? Yes
Do I see myself doing this five years from now? I hope not
But I must say for the majority of my time here, it has been amazing. I find myself looking forward to work, I find myself choosing to stay late, I find myself looking forward to what next week has to offer. How is this all possible?
For one, I'm lucky to work for an organization that takes care of it's employees, interns, and temps. Care which takes form in the benefits, the environment, and the food :) Two, it pays the bills without too much stress. I have that balance in work and me-time, that few of us achieve. And the most important reason, the people. I've met so many people that have become and will be friends for a long time. People from different ethnicities, cultures, and backgrounds. People who are bright, friendly, and are just fun to be around. I don't know how long my time here will be but I will enjoy it until the end.... HAPPY THANKSGIVING
Do I like what I'm doing? Not really.
I could be doing something else that was more challenging? Yes
Do I see myself doing this five years from now? I hope not
But I must say for the majority of my time here, it has been amazing. I find myself looking forward to work, I find myself choosing to stay late, I find myself looking forward to what next week has to offer. How is this all possible?
For one, I'm lucky to work for an organization that takes care of it's employees, interns, and temps. Care which takes form in the benefits, the environment, and the food :) Two, it pays the bills without too much stress. I have that balance in work and me-time, that few of us achieve. And the most important reason, the people. I've met so many people that have become and will be friends for a long time. People from different ethnicities, cultures, and backgrounds. People who are bright, friendly, and are just fun to be around. I don't know how long my time here will be but I will enjoy it until the end.... HAPPY THANKSGIVING
Time to sound off
Things that annoy me...
Comedians that feel that one must "pay" their dues before hitting the big time... I'm sorry to the comedians out there but if you're funny, you're funny and if you're not, well then you're not famous for a reason. Say what you will about today's comedians... Chris Rock, Dane Cook, Dennis Miller, even Carrot Top (I dislike a number of them), but they were able to make careers out of it. I turned on the radio today and came across a comedian who went on a diatribe on the contestants on "Last Comic Standing." This angry fellow went on and on about how these lower tiered "comedians" lacked originality, lacked stage presence, and lacked ability. I've seen "Last Comic Standing," it's a horrendous show, but hey.... at least their doing what they have to do in order to succeed (short of committing a crime). They at least aren't bitching and moaning on some crummy radio show. At least they aren't filibustering until the end of the hour without a coherent thought. Mr. Comedian, who's act is just as horrible (reference: Youtube), you sound like a bitter and petty idiot.
People who refuse to end a conversation... I have friends, co-workers, and adversaries who do this. If you compliment them, say "hi" to them, or even somehow acknowledge their presence with a head gesture, they'll bind you into an endless conversation. MY GOD, even as you attempt to leave, they'll converse with the back of your cranium. I try to be kind and professional but can't these people take a hint?!? These people aren't idiots... but for some reason when the speak about themselves, their social radars fail as they verbosely discuss their mundane lives . Is it narcissism? Or are they so pretentious that they can't help themselves? Whatever the reasons... I'm walking away.
Ann Coulter.... Ann Cunter (yes I'm being mature :-P)... enough said
Comedians that feel that one must "pay" their dues before hitting the big time... I'm sorry to the comedians out there but if you're funny, you're funny and if you're not, well then you're not famous for a reason. Say what you will about today's comedians... Chris Rock, Dane Cook, Dennis Miller, even Carrot Top (I dislike a number of them), but they were able to make careers out of it. I turned on the radio today and came across a comedian who went on a diatribe on the contestants on "Last Comic Standing." This angry fellow went on and on about how these lower tiered "comedians" lacked originality, lacked stage presence, and lacked ability. I've seen "Last Comic Standing," it's a horrendous show, but hey.... at least their doing what they have to do in order to succeed (short of committing a crime). They at least aren't bitching and moaning on some crummy radio show. At least they aren't filibustering until the end of the hour without a coherent thought. Mr. Comedian, who's act is just as horrible (reference: Youtube), you sound like a bitter and petty idiot.
People who refuse to end a conversation... I have friends, co-workers, and adversaries who do this. If you compliment them, say "hi" to them, or even somehow acknowledge their presence with a head gesture, they'll bind you into an endless conversation. MY GOD, even as you attempt to leave, they'll converse with the back of your cranium. I try to be kind and professional but can't these people take a hint?!? These people aren't idiots... but for some reason when the speak about themselves, their social radars fail as they verbosely discuss their mundane lives . Is it narcissism? Or are they so pretentious that they can't help themselves? Whatever the reasons... I'm walking away.
Ann Coulter.... Ann Cunter (yes I'm being mature :-P)... enough said
Sunday, September 16, 2007
A New Low
At times I wonder about humanity. I wonder why we do what we do, why have the thoughts that we have. Even more recently, what the executives at Domino's were smoking when they came up with their "Oreo Dessert Pizza." Pardon my pun... I had to look twice when I saw this monstrosity lurking on my television. But in hindsight I guess it was expected. They have combined pizza with the Philly Cheese steak, pizza with lasagna, pizza with the hamburger, etc. I'm waiting in gleeful anticipation for when they combine pizza with "chinese" food, or pizza with fries, or make a pizza with bacon, ham, eggs, and lucky charms and call it a breakfast pizza. Just looking at this disgusting, calorie filled, pizza almost makes me wonder what it taste like. But I quickly remember that I don't like eating garbage. I've never been a health freak, but even this it too far. Not only are they killing us slowly with this "dessert," but they also dare to litter my Sunday filled football watching with their crappy Oreo mustaches.
Sunday, August 26, 2007
The Great College pasttime... Beer Pong
Beer Pong, I was never fortunate enough to play this during my collegiate days. Instead I was a fan who sat in the stands cheering my favorites on. Always a fan, never a participant. Now post-college I got to witness my once favorite past time again... the rush has come back. I actually want to play but sadly it is past my time. This is a college sport that us old timers cannot play. If only it was a year and a half ago :(
Word of the day... gravitas
gravitas \GRAV-uh-tahs\, noun: High seriousness (as in a person's bearing or in the treatment of a subject).
I've seen this word use over the tube from actors and actresses. I would think to myself, wth does gravitas mean and do they know what it means? I've seen it used correctly and incorrectly, I would find myself looking through the dictionary again confirming the proper use of this word. Well, now it is time to integrate this buzz word into my "vast" vocabulary.
(1) As I watched the case unfold on television, I could not help but notice the judge speak with gravitas as he announced the verdict of death by lethal injection to the accused.
If I used it incorrectly, then please do not inform me and allow me to live in stupidity. Thank you =)
I've seen this word use over the tube from actors and actresses. I would think to myself, wth does gravitas mean and do they know what it means? I've seen it used correctly and incorrectly, I would find myself looking through the dictionary again confirming the proper use of this word. Well, now it is time to integrate this buzz word into my "vast" vocabulary.
(1) As I watched the case unfold on television, I could not help but notice the judge speak with gravitas as he announced the verdict of death by lethal injection to the accused.
If I used it incorrectly, then please do not inform me and allow me to live in stupidity. Thank you =)
Saturday, August 25, 2007
Word of the day... mulct
Mulct: [mŭlkt] - noun, to fine, defraud, irswindle.
(1) After going 85 mph on the freeway, the highway officer mulcted me for my misconduct with a speeding ticket costing over $200.00.
(1) After going 85 mph on the freeway, the highway officer mulcted me for my misconduct with a speeding ticket costing over $200.00.
On the road again....
I can't think of the artist nor the actual song title, but those lyrics keep popping into my head... "On the road again, da-da-da-da-da road again..." This is as far as I know, besides the chorus, the rest of the lyrics escape my mind. Here I am at almost 9, at work on a Saturday. Its been a while since I've worked on the weekend. The last time I recall was while I was a Sales Associate (very briefly I might add) at a sporting goods store back when I was a poor college student. But things feel different this time. While I'm not enthusiastic about the idea of working over the weekend, I almost welcome that quiet time to myself, no gossiping, no laughter, no nerf darts whizzing by my head... just silence. Just my thoughts... "On the road again..."
Friday, August 24, 2007
Expanding my vo-ca-buw-laree
In my effort to expand my personal dictionary, I have started a semi-weak attempt to grow my limited word catalog. With the help with iGoogle, I have three new words to play with...
(1) effrontery : [i-fruhn-tuh-ree] –noun, shameless or impudent boldness; barefaced
audacity
(2) amicable : adjective, characterized by or showing goodwill; friendly; peaceable. (although after looking it up, I did indeed have this word in my vocabulary)
(3) manumit : [man-yuh-mit] –verb, to release from slavery or servitude.
Here let me take a crack at this...
One of the many amenities at work are the talks which invite authors of all types to speak about their life long work. In reality, what brings me to most of these talks are the free books which are given out. Whenever I show up to a "no book" author talk, I have a feeling of disappointment of being one of many who did not receive their gift for showing up. These moments of effrontery makes me feel ashamed, that my presence should be rewarded. But I know one day that this all will end. I will move on to another job and the company will continue to prosper. I look at this as an amicable split. The company got my months of hard work and I received compensation and literature. However, all good things must come to an end. When I am eventually manumitted from my employer, I'll look back and be happy that at least got a free biography from Floyd Landis :P
ehh not too happy with this but whatever.
PS - I never did finish my SF story but it wasn't a good story anyways.
(1) effrontery : [i-fruhn-tuh-ree] –noun, shameless or impudent boldness; barefaced
audacity
(2) amicable : adjective, characterized by or showing goodwill; friendly; peaceable. (although after looking it up, I did indeed have this word in my vocabulary)
(3) manumit : [man-yuh-mit] –verb, to release from slavery or servitude.
Here let me take a crack at this...
One of the many amenities at work are the talks which invite authors of all types to speak about their life long work. In reality, what brings me to most of these talks are the free books which are given out. Whenever I show up to a "no book" author talk, I have a feeling of disappointment of being one of many who did not receive their gift for showing up. These moments of effrontery makes me feel ashamed, that my presence should be rewarded. But I know one day that this all will end. I will move on to another job and the company will continue to prosper. I look at this as an amicable split. The company got my months of hard work and I received compensation and literature. However, all good things must come to an end. When I am eventually manumitted from my employer, I'll look back and be happy that at least got a free biography from Floyd Landis :P
ehh not too happy with this but whatever.
PS - I never did finish my SF story but it wasn't a good story anyways.
Sunday, July 22, 2007
Back Again
Its been a bit since I've written here but I'm sure lots of happened since... well not really. Life has been pretty much routine, nothing special.
Well Saturday, I was happily asked to carry out some errands. Some of which required me to go into the
city. This "city" is San Francisco. A location which I love almost all aspects of except one... the driving. When I say driving, I mean every thing from driving to SF, driving around SF, and driving away from SF.
Driving to SF usually means dealing with the constant traffic which turns a 40-45 minute drive into some over an hour easily. Then there's driving through the city. It is simply amazing how a metropolitan city has so many steep inclines. I think this trip alone has taken a year off of its life. I dreaded every time the evil red light
forced me to stop driving up a hill. Then there is the final drive away, the traffic isn't so bad, but leaving the city as I watched it in my rear view mirror simply "sucks". Yes I said "sucks," I can't really think of a better synonym that better describes the city. So much to do, so little time. See ya later SF.
(next blog will describe my solo adventure in SF)
Well Saturday, I was happily asked to carry out some errands. Some of which required me to go into the
city. This "city" is San Francisco. A location which I love almost all aspects of except one... the driving. When I say driving, I mean every thing from driving to SF, driving around SF, and driving away from SF.
Driving to SF usually means dealing with the constant traffic which turns a 40-45 minute drive into some over an hour easily. Then there's driving through the city. It is simply amazing how a metropolitan city has so many steep inclines. I think this trip alone has taken a year off of its life. I dreaded every time the evil red light
forced me to stop driving up a hill. Then there is the final drive away, the traffic isn't so bad, but leaving the city as I watched it in my rear view mirror simply "sucks". Yes I said "sucks," I can't really think of a better synonym that better describes the city. So much to do, so little time. See ya later SF.
(next blog will describe my solo adventure in SF)
Monday, July 2, 2007
Insomnia p2
Results from last night's test:
Warm milk = massive stomach ache
So I haven't slept in 21 hours... tonight I'm sure I'll get some rest. Wish me luck!
Warm milk = massive stomach ache
So I haven't slept in 21 hours... tonight I'm sure I'll get some rest. Wish me luck!
Zzzzzzzz.....
Note to self: Lack of sleep will cause extreme fatigue
Note to Note to self: No Sh!t
What does one do when he/she cannot achieve sleep.
Experiment One: Warm Milk
Hypothesis:
1. Falls asleep from milk overdose
2. Absolutely no f*cken affect
3. Causes one to violently throw up
Procedure:
1. Pour milk into mug
2. Nuke milk with trusty microwave
3. Chug it down
Result:
1. Pending...
Note to Note to self: No Sh!t
What does one do when he/she cannot achieve sleep.
Experiment One: Warm Milk
Hypothesis:
1. Falls asleep from milk overdose
2. Absolutely no f*cken affect
3. Causes one to violently throw up
Procedure:
1. Pour milk into mug
2. Nuke milk with trusty microwave
3. Chug it down
Result:
1. Pending...
Sunday, July 1, 2007
Birthdays Birthdays Birthdays
It seems endless. In the last month, I have gone birthday shopping every week, buying multiple presents. This trend continues on. Well tomorrow is my little sister's birthday. Being the great brother that I am, I waited the last minute. Honestly I usually buy it with good time beforehand but this year it crept up on me. So thus it starts my journey for the "gift."
I usually like to put some thought into my gifts... unlike my siblings who have two rules:
1. Cheap
2. Take no longer than 5 minutes finding it
But I on the other hand like to give a gift that will be meaningful or has some longevity. Being the genius I am, I thought Toys' R' Us would be the ideal location for the "gift." In a sea of infants, children, and mothers, I lurked through the Barbie section, board game section, the pink section, etc... After maybe 4-5 round trips, I almost gave up. The endless supply of crappy/overpriced gifts and loud annoying children almost drove me mad. Lets take a look at some of these crappy toys that are being sold to the children of the world...
1. $15 for a jump rope.... I'm apologize $15 for a jump rope with Barbie's logo
2. 15-20 or so Barbies that look almost identical, say a few accessories
3. $60 for a Barbie dream house.. which looks like they spent not even $10 making it
4. Almost $200 for a toy laptop... about $300 more and you can get the real thing which can do more
and be more useful for your child.
5. Battery packs that seem to go in only 6 or more... please I only need 2.
6. etc, etc, etc
Well I found the gift, but I can honestly say that I'm not completely happy with it. Battery powered fishing
game, whee boy I wish I was a kid again =P But seeing the wall of Transformers did make me reminiscent of those days when I could play with them without feeling too old because they looked soooo cool =)
I usually like to put some thought into my gifts... unlike my siblings who have two rules:
1. Cheap
2. Take no longer than 5 minutes finding it
But I on the other hand like to give a gift that will be meaningful or has some longevity. Being the genius I am, I thought Toys' R' Us would be the ideal location for the "gift." In a sea of infants, children, and mothers, I lurked through the Barbie section, board game section, the pink section, etc... After maybe 4-5 round trips, I almost gave up. The endless supply of crappy/overpriced gifts and loud annoying children almost drove me mad. Lets take a look at some of these crappy toys that are being sold to the children of the world...
1. $15 for a jump rope.... I'm apologize $15 for a jump rope with Barbie's logo
2. 15-20 or so Barbies that look almost identical, say a few accessories
3. $60 for a Barbie dream house.. which looks like they spent not even $10 making it
4. Almost $200 for a toy laptop... about $300 more and you can get the real thing which can do more
and be more useful for your child.
5. Battery packs that seem to go in only 6 or more... please I only need 2.
6. etc, etc, etc
Well I found the gift, but I can honestly say that I'm not completely happy with it. Battery powered fishing
game, whee boy I wish I was a kid again =P But seeing the wall of Transformers did make me reminiscent of those days when I could play with them without feeling too old because they looked soooo cool =)
Saturday, June 30, 2007
A new beginning...
I sit here now in my dark room, cracking open this blog to take my first crack at blogging. Maybe I was inspired by fellow bloggers, myspacers, xangers, or whatever fake noun used today for someone who post their personal thoughts online. I was always a person who looked down on this practice, the thought of people I know and total strangers having a glimpse into my mind was frightful.
What's so frightful about myself you ask? I'm not sure but I have a feeling that I may not be normal, but in reality I know I'm a very normal person. I don't excel at anything nor am I a complete failure at life (well this is still pending...). But I'm afraid that people who know me will be repelled by me. My friends, family, co-workers, acquaintances, etc who all see my many faces, my many personas. But I don't know which of these characters are really me... maybe the quiet guy who is nice to people, the die-hard sport junkie, the nerd that likes sci-fi (even as I wrote that I felt a bit embarrassed), the playboy who is still looking, or the post-collegian who still at times drinks and parties hard. Maybe I'm all of the above, like every other person who doesn't have direction in life. So in mist of this confusion, why would I dare share this state of bewilderment with people I do not know, even worst people I may know. With all these uneasiness I still write this blog, why?
After some blog stalking, reading about people's vacations, their daily life, their regrets, their passions, I've come to the conclusion that blogging keeps you sane. An individual, who especially can't unload these thoughts everyday, will go mad. No one will probably read this, except for myself but I still don't care. I need to get this out and I'm glad that I can. Under an alias that will keep me secret for the time being. But I welcome this new world to myself.... the blogging world. =P
What's so frightful about myself you ask? I'm not sure but I have a feeling that I may not be normal, but in reality I know I'm a very normal person. I don't excel at anything nor am I a complete failure at life (well this is still pending...). But I'm afraid that people who know me will be repelled by me. My friends, family, co-workers, acquaintances, etc who all see my many faces, my many personas. But I don't know which of these characters are really me... maybe the quiet guy who is nice to people, the die-hard sport junkie, the nerd that likes sci-fi (even as I wrote that I felt a bit embarrassed), the playboy who is still looking, or the post-collegian who still at times drinks and parties hard. Maybe I'm all of the above, like every other person who doesn't have direction in life. So in mist of this confusion, why would I dare share this state of bewilderment with people I do not know, even worst people I may know. With all these uneasiness I still write this blog, why?
After some blog stalking, reading about people's vacations, their daily life, their regrets, their passions, I've come to the conclusion that blogging keeps you sane. An individual, who especially can't unload these thoughts everyday, will go mad. No one will probably read this, except for myself but I still don't care. I need to get this out and I'm glad that I can. Under an alias that will keep me secret for the time being. But I welcome this new world to myself.... the blogging world. =P
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