The Sunrise

Today, I woke up early to a fitting scene. After an amazing weekend with many most beautiful friends, the sky gave me something sweet to look at on the tough first day back to work after such a good time off.

Everyone should see the sun rise sometimes.
7:15: my eyes are wide, trying to take it all in.
The sky is blushing full and intense, like a girl who's fallen in love for the first time; who's realising the eyes she's staring into are saying exactly the same thing.
I almost expect the clouds to tilt down and look away, feeling shy as vulnerability floods their cheeks.
Let me get lost in this sky.

Fuck Yahoo....

I recently tried to log into my Yahoo Photos account to have a look around, and discovered that for some unknown reason it no longer exists... what the fuck?!?!

So basically I'm saying fuck that and will now be up on facebook. http://www.facebook.com You might have to sign up, and once you do just search my real name and you'll find me.

Laters.

Comment about house house hippos means I'll be writing about them.

If you don't know what house hippos are, please watch the follwoing video:

Notice how at the end they clearly state that this was NOT real. Well apparently it isn't enough to just tell people something isn't real in the same damn breath as the deliberately obvious fabrication.

So they started this website: http://www.cca-kids.ca/tvandme/english/hippo/ . Now i was going to rip into the youth of today for being little media brainwashed drone loosers, but frankly making fun of children jsut isn't attractive, and I really don't think this page was for them anyhow.

I'm pretty sure they didn't get calls from Little Johnny Gullable asking where they can find and get rid of these house hippos. Oh no, I'm pretty sure those calls were coming from Daddy and/or Mommy moron. I have obviouly been annoyed this morning by somethign more then the general stupidity of people, but I figured I'd use this as an excuse to vent.

Know what's more annoying then people being gernally fucking moronic and actually thinking small house dwelling hippos are real? When people know their job, are supposed to be teaching others that job correctly, and have senority and expereince doing a job, BUT don't bother doing their job correctly and then get hugely bitchy and defensive when you call them on it because their lack of effort is causing you to get interrupted and have your time wasted. RANT!

Know what makes it easier to take? The fact you'll be one of the bosses sooner then later and will no longer have to deal with that shit because: A) They'll do things corectly when they are supposed to, because they are wary of wasting a bosses time (This is the far prefferrable outcome) or B) they won't, and your time will still get wasted, but only once, because you can fire their asses.

And that's my little power tripping rant for the day.

SD said... Cupcakes. So I say, bring it on, or them on, or.. ummm... whatever.

Cupcakes are a lot like sex. One is a delicious single serving bakery treat covered in icing, and made in paper cups, and the other is an act of stimulating procreation that doesn't have anything to do with cake, or baking or even icing.... most of the time anyway.

Wait, I'm starting over.

Cupcakes are like....Life. Before we're born we're liquid batter, in most cases, vanilla batter. (If you have anything but vanilla batter seek medical attention immediately!) Unfortunately (or fortunately depending how you look at it, I don't want predators after my batter that for damn sure) from what I hear, we aren't nearly as tasty as batter, but on the plus side, that means it isn't often people eat so much of us that they get tummy aches (except in Japan, I hear it happens a lot there. I heard the word for tummy ache is bukkake in Japanese, but I'm not an expert).

Step two, just like cupcakes, is that we get put in an oven and rise into delicious round treats, hence the saying "got a bun in the oven" except we aren't buns, we’re cupcakes, or a baby.

Then, when you get hot enough, and sit long enough people stick forks in you and when you stop leaving residue on them, they take you out of the oven. I think that’s how it works anyways; I got a D- in "health" and "not being mentally retarded".

If you happen to be "taken out of the oven" in a restaurant, they put candles in you and give you away for free. This is what we call "orphans".

Annnnnnnnd I just stepped WAY over the line. Are we done here? I think we are.

If you laughed at that joke and feel you need to redeem your conscience please visit this website to learn more about how you can help make the lives of "those poor restaurant cupcakes" better.

Geoffy's comment addressed: European Federalisation

Geoff, as I didn't specify "use your own Ideas", I shall gladly address the questions you copyrighted directly from various "debate idea" websites. I was going to make fun of you for not coming up with your own shit, but considering the whole reson behind your comment, that would make me a bigger hypocrite then the catholic church!
For the sake of those readers who would rather not hear the drawn out details and complicated arguments behind the conclusions I've arrived at, I've taken the hours of research I've done on the subjects and put together what I feel is the simplest, yet most accurate way to address these complicated matters.

Geoffy Question #1A) (Original Source) : Should the EU further restrict the powers of its member states to set their own tax rates?
Yes!

Geoffy Question #1B) Should proposed harmonization measures be passed by majority voting or remain subject to national vetoes?
Vetoes!

Geoffy Question #2)(Original Source) Provide points for the European Union to become a federal super state, with the consequent loss of national sovereignty for member countries?
No!
Point #1: Fuck super states
Point #1: Fuck em' HARD

Writers Block.. Who wants to help?

I suck at updating this blog, as I can't ever think of things worth writing unless something hilarious or maddening happens to me. I'm ultra laid back and that probably doesn't help, since nothing really winds me up.

I have a theory that you have to be one (or many) of a number of different annoying personality types to keep these damn things updated a lot, because everything would bother you. If you update your blog on a daily basis you might be one or more of the following things (answers include, but are not limited to everything I could think of at this time):
Tightwad
Anal Retentive
Bitch
High strung
Artist/Musician
Traveling
Drunk
Soldiering
Angsty
Emo
Lame
Rebellious
Lovey Dovey
Unstable
Emotional wreck
Divorced
Divorcing
Cheating
Being cheated on
Whore
Waiter/Server
Attention Whore
Etc.

Anyhow, I wouldn't say I'm totally outside that list, but I also can't think of anything to write about, so:

I am calling on everyone that reads this blog to leave a comment with a suggestion on something that I can write about. I don't care if it is a single word, that’s enough to make my mind work. DO IT! I give my solemn vow I shall write about everything anyone leaves a comment about.

Let the Writers Block Crumbling begin.

So a water main broke on the street in front of my house..

Notice How I said "my house is safe, so far" well I spoke to soon, my basement is le flood. It sucks huge.

I better get paid back on the pronto.