Well, it’s been a while and from the title of the post, you may be able to guess where I’ve been spending some of my time…OK, most of my time.
So, what is Fubar?…in a nutshell, a pseudo online bar that you can meet new friends, buy virtual drinks and gifts as well as throwing actual real money away like it means nothing…lol But another way of putting it is, a censored online popularity contest between people that range from, someone that shouldn’t even own a camera to very pretty people, from people that have shitty personalities to the most awesome friends that you’d want to meet in real life. Make no mistake about it, the place can be addicting if you’re in need of some attention in your life - after all, we all like to be adored, thought of as beautiful, handsome, sexy, talented…etc. etc. etc. I’ll admit to being an attention whore that seems to fit right in there…
If you’re curious or would just like to help me out a little, you can click this link to join me and my friends…I’ll get you shitfaced as soon as I see ya’ there…lol
c’mon, it’ll be fun
In 1990, I was recovering from some problems in my life and really just going through the motions. I was doing a lot of partying, making friends, and met a really hot girl that was totally into me. Well, as I’ve found, the hotter the girl, the crazier they are. We had a very “on again, off again” type of thing going and during one of those “off again” periods, I thought it would be great to just get the flock outta dodge, so to speak. I figured, if I wasn’t around, I wouldn’t do something crazy like getting back together with her. Of course, I also had the whole “this’ll make me a better person” thing going on…toughen me up a bit, ya’ know? So, I go to a recruiter, take the tests (scored a 96 on the ASVAB, thank you very much), and get sworn in. Before I shipped out to Fort Benning, I get a call from aforementioned crazy hot girl and she goes mental that I’m leaving. Some remorse for my decision was felt but, oh well, the deed was done and I had to honor my obligation to the US Army. Now, before going further I must add, being a high school drop out and only having acquired a GED, this does not sit well with Uncle Sam and my options for active duty were limited to Army Reserve (96 on the ASVAB and I’m not suitable for full-time army?..BITE ME!). So, of course, after the 4 months of basic training, I came home to have crazy hot girl waiting for me.
What was accomplished by all this?
A hair cut that I could’ve done myself, a wardrobe that I’d only use for about 36 days a year, being subjected to random drug testing, getting in the best shape of my life up to that point and putting on a bit of much needed weight, having people yell at me and making me do push-ups, and being obligated to go to war, should the need arise (it never did)…I guess that’s about it…OK, maybe in hindsight it was fun and added to my character, too.
And guess what, crazy hot girl and I continued to have our “on again, off again” thing for a couple more years…right up until I married her!!!!
Sorry if you were looking for a moral in the story and just found out I was a friggan nut. I was trying to find one, myself. OK, how ’bout this. Don’t join the fuckin Army to get away from your own craziness and boredom in your life?…Sounds good to me!
To be honest, I’m feeling rather down about an email I received in response to my last post. Who’d have thought some people would take me serious?…OK, maybe I was serious. Maybe I was blunt and a little crass but worrying about what other people think never really did me any good - bottling up my feelings, on the other hand, was really taking its toll on me. I do still think that if I take the time to email, text or IM, to show that you’re on my mind, it wouldn’t be that hard to take a minute to let me know the feeling is mutual….But I guess if you’re that busy, you’re that busy. Que Será Será
Also, if you feel the need to shun me from your life because I chose to voice those feelings, that’s your prerogative (OMG, I can’t believe I didn’t know how to spell that). Those involved should know that wasn’t my intention…Hell, who really reads this or cares what I have to say here anyway, ya’ know?
So, in closing on this post: This is my public apology for being a prick.
And here’s a little pic I found last night that amused me for some reason.
That’s the catch-all excuse for not getting in touch with people that we don’t want to talk to, right? Well, some people I guess I’d believe and some, ummm, not so much. I know honesty is a bit of a crazy concept but when you’re on the receiving end of an “I’ve been busy”, it seems simple enough. Believe me, I’m a big boy, I can take it and to me it seems like an act of cowardess on their part to not be forthright. I know what busy is. I do it all the time. Often, sacrificing most of my sleep to not be in the position to tell the people that matter, “I’ve been busy”. And there it is… If you’re on the receiving end of this nasty little line, I think you know it’s because you don’t matter enough to that person for them to take the precious minute or two to text, IM, email, call, or whatever, just to say hi.
Am I bitter?….maybe.
Will I get over it?….absolutely.
Will I be too busy to take the time to text, email, or call?….Fucking count on it!
This one is a Valentine’s Day present for my childhood sweetheart, Robin Lynn.
Of course, I’ve been doing this song for over 10 years but in this context it has significantly more meaning. I wish I could’ve played it better (I’m a little rusty) and done more for the video, like adding pictures from that time in our lives and such, but sadly, I have none.
I hope you enjoy it but I hope even more so, that she does.
*Happy Valentine’s Day!!!*
ok, I know…Daffy title for a post but this is totally fucked…
I came home from work this morning and did the usual…checked email, hit a couple forums I frequent…etc etc. I then log in to the admin dashboard of both this blog and Jacob’s World and it acts like it’s installing WordPress - I got a little nervous but after doing an auto-update the other day and not re-logging back in, maybe this was something not out of the norm. OK, the “new” installation emails me a new password - UH OH!!!
I then login with said password and none of my posts are there and it’s the default WP theme, I checked Jacob’s World and none are there either (that one had me far more dismayed). So, after dicking around trying to figure out what’s wrong - to no a no-joy ending (database had no trace of anything resembling my posts), I resign myself to the fact that all my posts are gone, all posts about Jacob are gone and start looking for a way to rebuild the blogs from scratch…No, I did not have database backups like a good geek should. (I DO NOW DAMMIT!!!).
BUT!!! wait for it….
I just had to log in to fix something and I see Jacob’s World has a whole bunch of posts and over 6000 spam comments held in moderation….WTF? I deleted them the other day!!!!
Anyway, all posts are back - apparently I did nothing wrong to cause this nor did I do anything right to fix it…gotta love unexplainable shit - That’s after you regrow the hair you ripped out in frustration of trying to fix it.
OK, so as you can probably guess from the “arghhhh!!!!”, it’s not my vacations we’re talking about. First off, my assistant takes this past week off. My company, in their infinite wisdom, decides to just up the remaining crew members hours to 48. OK, fun! I usually take Sundays and Thursdays off, this week it was just Sunday. Great, a 6 day stretch between days off. Secondly, one of my clerks takes 24 PTO hours for this coming week, which has virtually the same effect. So here I sit on my one night off between two 48 hour weeks. Like I’m not gonna need a vacation after this?
In other news, Jacob starts in his Head Start Program today. I’ll be taking him there for the first time and get to meet his teacher this morning and watch him have a meltdown when his mother or I try to leave him alone with strangers…Not gonna be fun and I don’t envy the teacher.
Looks like I’ll have to alter the sleep schedule I’ve grown accustomed to over the years to spend time even a little time with him…Definitely harder than it sounds.
Anyway, I may come back from dropping him off and work on another youtube video…Probably goin’ country on this one but no, I won’t be wearin’ a damn cowboy hat!
Yeah, you. and you know who YOU are.
If you have the time to visit my site (repeatedly, I might add), then I’m pretty sure you have the time to respond to my email.
Don’t get me wrong, I like that you come here (BTW, I know when, for how long, and what pages you’re visiting), I’m not quite sure of your reasons but I can be an attention-whore at times so reasons don’t really matter much…So, is it that hard to type out an email?
OK, lets try this another way…
Get in touch or I’m plastering your name, address, phone number and any embarrassing fact I may know about you all over the damn internet…..kidding, of course…I wouldn’t share the address and phone
EDIT: OK, I guess you’re off the hook for now…email received
OK, so I’m a little behind on the whole youtube craze but guess who uploaded his first video. I don’t really have any subject matter for my videos other than myself or maybe my son if you’re into watching a 3 year old act goofy on cam but I went with the former and decided to throw up a video of me covering 8stops7’s “Question Everything” on my acoustic geetar….just trying to get the feel of my cam, lighting, Sony Vegas software, quality vs. compression and file sizes…Also didn’t use my external mic so what you hear is the audio recorded by the cam (cleaned up a little)…still blah and I can do much better.
