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Sunday, July 06, 2008

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New DVD Surround!!

Well the federal government saw it fit to give me back the money they've been leaching from my paychecks every week, or at least a little of it, and so before they renigged on the deal I rushed out to Stereo Advantage and nabbed me a Sony DVD/VCR and a nice toasty 500 watt surround system with all the trimmings...

Took me twice as long trying to decide on which 1st DVD title I was going to buy! I was in the stereo store a total of 20 minutes, and then 45 minutes at BlockBuster trying to decide on my first movie purchase..

Came home with:

Finding Nemo
The Matrix - Reloaded
Basic (Samuel Jackson)

The manual is as thick as a small phone book, so I'll have some learning to do.. At least I got the clock to stop flashing on the VCR..

Later..

Learn to speak the friggin' Language!

Why can't people who move to this country, and get jobs, and live, pay taxes, become citizens, and other shit learn to speak the language? It's called FUCKIN' ENGLISH! Speak it, or get the FUCK OUT of my country!

Think I'll go buy myself a DVD surround entertainment unit, and a copy of Star Wars and watch shit blow up..

Well, yeah, I know I promised I would start ranting about someone whom I work with, but I've decided to hold off on that whole schpeal until I'm better situated in my workplace. After all, I don't know who is reading this, and if I implicate someone here at work, then I'm no better than some of the properller heads dancing about this place with thier thumbs up thier asses, thinking thier shit don't stink. I dont need to be associated with that sort of ilk, so I will withold my rants and ruinious spewage until another time that will be of my choosing.

Checked my account online, of my bank, and it's not only payday, but the Federal Tax check has also been deposited! So, it's time to begin shopping for my DVD surround 'dream stereo' ensemble! I'm going to check a few websites first, and see what products are out there, do some research on reviews, and then GO SHOPPING!!

Have a good weekend, I'm outta here for a while..

Virtual Migranes

Damn! My head is throbbing like a fucking drummer's mallet!!

To make a change of pace, and try something different, I'm writing this blog from my laptop, sitting in the atrium at work, over an hour before I'm supposed to be here. Why would I want to come to work over an hour early? Who, in their right mind, would do such a thing? I figured (in my infinite wisdom) that if I have just one hour to myself, with my thoughts, I might be able to log something intelligent, and having this time to be able to hide away somewhere, with no interruptions would be a good way to be able to get some thoughts on 'paper' as it were, and organize my brain for the start of another day.

I've been living life on the clock, with an eye to the time and trying to find ways to get some 'serenity' time where I can just sit for a little while, and block out the schedule, block out the people, block out the woes of daily life, and spend some time learning to simply breathe, and have a moment alone with myself, and my God. I know that sounds corny, but in order to receive direction, I need to be able to listen. If I'm so ingulfed with doing whatever life is throwing at me, I don't have time to listen. So, I'm carving 1 hour of my day out to sit and listen while I write my thoughts to the laptop.

I hear it said by someone they wanted to be "A worker amongst workers, a family member amongst family, and a friend amongst friends". That sounds like a simple way to live - and from that I somehow find some resemblance of serenity just listening to that phrase. It's about perfection, and how I think I have to be perfect in everything I do. It's all or nothing, and it doesn't have to be. I don't have to be the best of the best all the time. Being simply a member, instead of a leader, support instead of decision-maker. In my chapter, I'm Vice President of the organization, and I realize now that I too have to be the one or the 'nothing'. It's true - and it doesn't have to be that way.

Since I joined ABATE 3 years ago, I jumped right in and volunteered for service by doing the newsletter, and I was going to make it the best newsletter the organization has ever seen. After the first newsletter was published, I sat back and waited for the praise and good wished to roll in - they never did. Instead, criticisms were coming in about things I did wrong with the newsletter, and I went ballistic! I was ready to quit, and with some anger, I wanted to throw the whole idea in the trash, quit ABATE and tell everyone just what I thought about their little 'organization'. Somehow, I didn't, and I kept plugging out issues with the help of my girlfriend, Patti. The thought of the newsletter being the best was still playing in my head, though, and I told myself, "These people don't realize they've got the most gifted person in the world for a newsletter editor!" Jesus, what a head I have..

As I sit here in this large atrium, there is a glass ceiling which allows the sunlight to shine down and cast a great ambience about the place. The atrium is a large gymnasium sized area between two massive 2-story buildings, which holds tables and seating for about 500 people. A lot like a big mall food court, people coming and going from either side of the building. Voices echo from the vaulted glass ceiling, and the feeling of open air helps to give me a sense of solitude, while feeling open in the giant spaces. It's a good place to people-watch if you're into that sort of thing, and at lunchtime it's a bustling center of hungry employees who come to the Atrium to pack their faces with the wide varieties of food that is served here.

I think I'm going to make this place a ritual of sorts, until the weather gets more conducive to being outside. I can't get a wireless link from here, to upload this blog, so I'm writing it in text format, so I will upload it when I get back to my desk before I start my 'shift' as a technical support 'engineer' here at my job at Ingram Micro in Williamsville, NY.

From 10:00am to 6:30pm I sit in a 4x6' cubical, tied to a phone system where I talk to people about computer products, and help them figure out what they need, because most of the people that call us are selling products, but know abso-fucking-lutely nothing about the products they sell. So, they have to call us to get information, answers, solutions, and shit like that to make themselves look like they know what they're talking about to their customers, who by the way, probably know less than you about the technology of today's products.

If you want to know about the latest thing in technology with computers, ask your kids - they are on the pulse of the latest and greatest, and can probably put together a training session to teach you everything you thought you knew about computers in your whole life - they learned in 30 minutes in a chat room with some others.

One thing I really hate about drinking coffee is that once you pee, it's a sure thing that you'll be up to the toilet every 1/2 hour after that to go again -

People are whacked. And I mean that in a generally loving way, but ... Ok, not all people are whacked - I'm whacked, so I join a select group of people who generally are whacked, and by whacked, I mean "WHACKED" in that they perceive things differently than society percieves things, and generally are self-centered, insecure and somewhat obnoxious people. I think I'm going to describe some examples, starting tomorrow, and I'll start with the people I spend most of my time with - my fellow employees. Now, because this blog is a public document, and *anyone* can read it, I will not name these people, as not to embarrass them, but if you know these people, you'll be able to tell who they are simply by reading the description I will give of them, and what *I* think they have as their idiosyncrasies. (no spell check on this one so, f-off if you dissaprove).

So, tune in tomorrow as I dissect my first example of WHACKED, along with some more of my mindless drivel that you're reading. I still haven't a clue as to why I feel compelled to put this blog to the internet, but I would say it's akin to putting a note in a bottle and casting it into the ocean... every day, and wondering if anyone will ever find my bottle and read the notes I'm putting out there. There's literally millions of people casting bottles into the ocean everyday, and if it keeps up, the ocean will be displaced with bottles, and there won't be any more ocean left...

See ya tomorrow - God will and the creek don't rise (What a corn-dog line THAT is)...

Woah - and I thought *I* was going crazy..

Why do people create blogs anyway? IMHO, who in their right mind would spend any energy whatsoever writing a log of whatever drivel it is they have to blog about? And who cares who reads it? I don't think anyone will ever read my blog, but if you do, and want to let me know that you're reading my blog, please feel free to email me at info@hawkwynd.com. Personally, I could give a rat's ass if anyone reads my blog, just come to my website, and browser around, and if you learn something, then maybe in my own small way, I'll feel good about what I'm doing sitting here in my cubical typing my friggin wrists off during my lunch break from my job, which is alot like being in jail.

Another quarter inch of snow has fallen overnight. We bought Starbucks whole bean coffee yesterday, and it is de-licious! I never have time to write anything in my blog. Just getting woken up to prepare for another day, and I try to gather my thoughts with the morning coffee.

It's not easy. Maybe the ideas will flow better when I get into a routine and blog every morning. The website is coming back to life again, as I add more applications and fill in the edges with new material and code.

Work related rant:

Another day of listening to and talking to blubbering people who claim to have a resemblence of a clue about the techology they sell. It's absolutely amazing just how many people are blindly selling shit they've got now idea about! There should be a law passed to protect the world against these friggin' bone-heads..

Get this - a reseller calls in, and says he has an idea that all the employees in his company want to install a power inverter from thier cars to power the systems in the building in case of a power failure. WTF??? Oh MY FuckingGAWD!!! Could you imagine how that would look? 35 extension cords running from the cars in the parking lot through various windows in the building which then run to each of the desktop Pc's to keep them running? I'm nearly on the floor with laughter from the very thought of it!! What the hell is wrong with some people! Thanks to Rich P. for emailing me that one, it really made my day!

End work related rant...

Well, now that I'm stuck in this tiny cubical until 8pm tonight, talking to boobs and dopes and assorted foobars on the west coast, I might as well pound my keyboard, instead of pounding something else that might get broken, and get me fired, but then I wouldn't have to sit in this stupid cubical any longer and I would become a street bum because without a job, I would have to revert to robbing from the rich to feed my ass, and I would eventually get caught, and thrown in jail and hang myself before I become someones' girl-friend..

Oh no, now he's got a fkin' blog!!! What's next???

This is my first blog, in what will become a daily ritual, something I'm not used to having in my life. But oh well, let's see how this goes, shall we?

I think the first thing I will do is replace this sticking keyboard! Man, what pain in the ass, my backspace key is getting a workout now, having to backup to fix the repeated characters that are going in when I tap a letter.

Work continues on the swap meet coming in May - this year's event fell into my hands when I accepted the position of Vice President of Niagara chapter of ABATE. I'm looking forward to doing the work, but I fear without proper assistance, I will find myself being overwhelmed with all the responsibility - job one is to get people to volunteer, and deligate the responsibility across the board to help lighten the load.

Poor Martha, poor, poor Martha.. (and that's all I have to say about that).

Well, this is all I have right now, nothing more than a one-time rambling of nonsense and continuously interrupted gibberish because I have not the time to be able to sit and spend time rambling on senselessly.

Gotta go now, maybe I'll come back another time today to update this.