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Rant Page #2 |
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5/25/03--First of all, everyone check out a band called Electric Six. Their song Danger(High Voltage) is a awesome song. It can only be described as disco meets garage rock. Seriously!! Plus Jack White(of The White Stripes) does guest vocals. I highly recommend this song, and it will be like nothing you've ever heard!!!
Ok, on to the bad stuff(you did know it was coming didn't you??). My cable company recently upgraded service, but for some reason I wasn't getting my channels. I bitched about that in another rant. Anyway, a friend at work('friend' isn't an accurate description, but I don't know any other word to describe it.....long story, not for explaining here) suggested I call my cable company and get things straight. A very reasonable suggestion, if it wsn't for fate always trying to screw me when I try to make things better in my life. Anyway, I thought about for a bit, and finally decided that since she had been correct about Reuben winning American Idol, maybe she'd be right about this. So Friday, I called my company and they said they had to "reset" my box. So they sent this little signal and *bam*, my box was reset. I now get my channels again, plus I have like 30 DMX music channels(which would be good if any of them worked on a regular basis, which they don't. Thanks for nothing Comcast!!) Happy ending??? Oh, of course not. Today, I'm ready to settle in for some lazy day tv watching when *crackle* *fizz* *buzz*......my tv goes out. MY FUCKING TV WENT OUT!!!!!! I have very few "joys"in life, and one of them was tv. And now fate has seen fit to take that from me. I have to find my paperwork because I think it's still under warranty, but we're still talking probably a week or so with no tv. That's gonna shoot my stress levels through the fucking roof!!!! I can already tell this is gonna be a painful week. And don't get me wrong, I'm in no way trying to blame my 'friend's' suggestion for the cause of this trouble. They were trying to be helpful, and by all accounts were correct in their suggestion. No...my point is how funny my life is. A new tragedy around every corner. For every little 'good' thing that happens to me, something 5000 times worse will happen. If I didn't just disconnect from it all, I swear I would stab my eyes out!
Well, go check out Electric Six!! c-ya |
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5/22/03--Okay, I would like to extend a warm welcome to the next 'possible' member of Planet Green. The planet where your eyes have finally been opened to the problems of the world and you don't go for all that "nicey-nice" crap that we're forcefed. The place where you can stare reality in the face no matter how terrible the outlook. Where you fully accept that some people are born to be stars, and others are born to be the ones stepped on. The following was sent to me by a good friend of mine. I changed the name to protect his identity, but they know they are. And for all of you still lost.....the welcome mat is always out!!!
So I will give you a story about how life really is. A guy, lets just call him Larry, finds his ideal girl on a dating website. And I mean perfect, better than he could have ever hoped or expected to exist. I mean she hit every answer right in 50 different categories. He could not have made a better girl for him even if he had access to the software in the movie weird science. The odds of this girl even existing make powerball look like a coin toss. And given the choice between winning the powerball or marrying this girl he would take her. Needless to say he writes her, he really does not have a choice in the matter. He needs her so bad that as he sends his email he mentally prays to the god he does not even believe in to let her be the one. If she writes back and things work out then the universe will finally make sense, fate/destiny will be proved,,scars will be healed and the burden of twenty years of errors will be lifted away and 30 years of happiness will ensue. But of course she rejects him and he has to go through the rest of his life knowing his perfect girl is out there, but that her only flaw is not liking him, and he has to go back to his meaninless life and unfullfilling job where he is is chained to the cubical through a 3 ft corded headset that monitors his every second of attendence and records his every utterance, and thus he must restrain his natural thoughts and actions to prevent from being fired and thus being unable to pay off his high interest debt owed to creditors who squeeze out every penny they can through late payment penaltys and over the limit fees. A debt run up paying for other debt and insurance just in case he gets deathly ill in an indiffernt world, yet insurance with such a high deductible that he still cannot afford to go the doctor for anything minor or even intermediate in severity.
Well spoken my friend. Do not let the lies of the past blind you towards the future. The world sucks and will continue to suck!!! |
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5/22/03--This is my quick take on that whole "Dear God...I'm me Ramona" thing:
Dear World, it's me Rock. I just wanted to say one thing to you really quick. FUCK YOU!!!!!! Fuck you for all your lies. Fuck you for all your tricks. Fuck you for making me believe that things were ever fair, and that I ever could succeed. But I've learned now so it's okay. You'll never fool me again. I'm onto your tricks. I've grown wise with my pain. And I'll do my best to never let anyone fall for your traps and tricks again. This I swear!
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5/21/03==Is it wrong to ask someone to stop asking you how you're doing? I mean, they only ask because they curious or concerned. But I've told this person again and again that I'm never doing good and that each day seems worse than the last. Yet they still ask. Well, if it's wrong to ask them to stop, then just call me Mr. Wrong, because that's exactly what I did. Of course, it won't be the first time I was wrong, and not the first time I was wrong with this person anyway. |
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| 5/21/03--I don't really have anything in particular to say, but I'm just typing to relieve some stress. Isn't strange how you mind can play tricks on you? I consider myself a pretty rational guy, and even when I have crazy ideas and thoughts, a little piece of my brain is still able to rationalize stuff out and keep me "semi-grounded". But I tell you, it's very hard sometimes. Right now, my mind is trying to make me believe something is happening. But I have to rationalize that it's not really happening, despite the fact things keep popping up to support my crazy theory. But it just can't be true. IT CAN'T BE!!!! If all these crazy theories of mine turned out to actually be true, I'd probably truely lose it. Not 'kill myself lose it' or anything like that. Closer to something like 'Hey, where did that guy Rich go? I think he skipped out of town. Nobody has heard from him in weeks" type of lose it. And I can totally realize that anyone reading this has no idea what the hell I'm talking about. But this is a little personal issue that I really don't feel comfortable putting out in the open here. But understand, my non specific rant here does go along way to helping me chill out a bit. Otherwise...well, let's just understand that this is a much better option. |
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5/20/03--Boy, I must complain alot huh?? Had to start a second Rant page. I wonder how long before I run out of space on Geocities. Might have to look up some ways to "hack" around the space limit. Anyway, sitting here at work, and decided to do a bit of updating. Hopefully you all saw my wonderful little picture collage on the main page. That was made using a program called Ulead. I'm gonna have to play with that program a bit more, because apparently you can do a lot of cool stuff with it. It's "supposed" to be a 15 day free trial, but there are ways around that(lol). Had to do something very hard yesterday. My mom, bless her heart, keeps sending me these little stories and things that end in heart-warming little tales/morals. It's a lovely thing for mom to do for a son and everything, but I had a problem with it. Most of the stories I was able to look up on various 'urban legend' sites and find out the stories were untrue. My problem with that is that the world is such a horrible place that people now have to INVENT happy stories to try and cheer people up. All that does is feed into my theory of how bad the world is. Anyway, I asked her time and time again to stop sending me these things, and see say "ok", and then keep sending them. So....I was left with no other option but to block her emails. It probably sounds like a very shitty thing to do, but I did warn her countless times. So, I'm probably a horrible son now, but I can deal with that. In accordance with my 'hermit' plan, I'm eventually gonna have to cut her out of my life anyway, along with everyone else. But I didn't want to have to block her emails so soon. I guess that's how it works out sometimes. Don't get me wrong, I love my mom very much, and I know she was just trying to help, but I explained to her that it wasn't helping and was just making things worse, but she didn't see fit to stop. You know, for 30 or so years, I was a very good son. Not perfect by any means, but I tried to always make my mother proud, or at the very least not embarrass her. I even gave up my dreams of becoming a professional wrestler, just because she wanted me to go to college. And who knows, I might have been a pitiful failure and ended up in the ghetto, so mom saved me from that(or I might have been a superstar). But I've always tried to do right by my mom, so I don't see why I shouldn't expect her to honor my little requests. Well, what's done is done, but I will always love my mom.
On to other sturr.....my arm is kinda ugly looking. I have some scratches and stuff on one of them(nevermind how they got there), and I looked at them today, and I was kind of repulsed. I've looked at them before and didn't care, and as I look at them right now, it doesn't bother me. It must've been the way the light caught them at that time. Oh well. I've really got to stop marking my body. I'm gonna need a lot of new tatooos to cover all this up. lol Actually, I'm looking at getting a new tattoo by the end of this month.
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Either This: |
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Or This: |
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They're both Kanji symbols and they both translate to mean "Alone". I just have to figure out where to get them.
Well, that's about it for this long rant. I hope everything is going good for everyone. |
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Go the earlier page of rants. |
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Back to the MAIN page. |
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