Saturday, January 17, 2009
We get it. The plane crashed in the Hudson.
Nobody died, pilot is a hero (I gotta admit, it's not easy to crashland without killing at least one person). Why is the news still covering this 24 hours? Why is more than two stories necessary for this? Maybe four. "Plane crashed" "About the pilot" "About the survivors" "Cleaning up the mess". How long can we have a camera trained on a plane floating in the bay?
Disney Cruise, Part 1
We're going to leave to board the boat in a bit... I'll quickly write up the drive from Wisconsin to Florida.
I'm a second shift worker, working 4pm - midnight. So waking up at 4am to leave is pretty hard. Get everything loaded up, I'm in the passenger seat with my PSP and mp3 player. Little bits of sleep along the way, nothing too great.
The total trip is 1,400 miles. Two days, staying at a hotel both nights. Me, mom, dad, grandma, my 4 year old nephew. No surprise, I'm sleeping on the floor in the hotel rooms. This trip making it painfully obvious why I don't spend much time with my family.
I'm a second shift worker, working 4pm - midnight. So waking up at 4am to leave is pretty hard. Get everything loaded up, I'm in the passenger seat with my PSP and mp3 player. Little bits of sleep along the way, nothing too great.
The total trip is 1,400 miles. Two days, staying at a hotel both nights. Me, mom, dad, grandma, my 4 year old nephew. No surprise, I'm sleeping on the floor in the hotel rooms. This trip making it painfully obvious why I don't spend much time with my family.
Lance Armstrong is not a Hero
There, I said it. People wear those damn Livestrong bracelets acting like Armstrong is one of the greatest heroes of our time. He isn't. He's a cancer patient who rides a bike. An arrogant one, at that.
He has cancer. He loses a ball. This doesn't prevent someone from riding a bike. If anything, he gets an advantage; one less testicle means less weight... and professional bikers are more concerned about the weight of their lights than the price (down to the milligram).
He's won a number of championships, and does he gracefully step to the side to allow others glory? Of course not, he wants to own that spotlight until he dies. His refusal to just retire already is an insult to the sport and all his competitors.
Throughout the entire cancer ordeal, his wife stood by his side. Does he stay by hers? Of course not, he leaves her for someone else. Wow.
If you need to apply "Hero" to an athlete who had a health problem, why not try Jessica Long? Both legs amputated as a baby, she has prosthetic legs. And yet she swims in the Paralympic games. That's overcoming more than Armstrong ever will.
tl;dr: Lance doesn't have cancer, Lance IS the cancer.
He has cancer. He loses a ball. This doesn't prevent someone from riding a bike. If anything, he gets an advantage; one less testicle means less weight... and professional bikers are more concerned about the weight of their lights than the price (down to the milligram).
He's won a number of championships, and does he gracefully step to the side to allow others glory? Of course not, he wants to own that spotlight until he dies. His refusal to just retire already is an insult to the sport and all his competitors.
Throughout the entire cancer ordeal, his wife stood by his side. Does he stay by hers? Of course not, he leaves her for someone else. Wow.
If you need to apply "Hero" to an athlete who had a health problem, why not try Jessica Long? Both legs amputated as a baby, she has prosthetic legs. And yet she swims in the Paralympic games. That's overcoming more than Armstrong ever will.
tl;dr: Lance doesn't have cancer, Lance IS the cancer.
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
Pay attention dammit
Jesus christ, I'm reading back on my old posts and I don't even remember them. Stop being such a lazy shit and flesh out the stories. Turn the shower on, start typing, and simply shut the water off until you're done typing, I'm sick of this crap. Two stories about tornados and I don't remember either.
Jesus christ, I'm reading back on my old posts and I don't even remember them. Stop being such a lazy shit and flesh out the stories. Turn the shower on, start typing, and simply shut the water off until you're done typing, I'm sick of this crap. Two stories about tornados and I don't remember either.
Almost forgot
Two parts, same setting -- 1697. I was working alone on drive-through, and there were several cars backed up in the line. It must have been around 11am, considering how the second part played out. Everything was in a pretty bad panic, and I wasn't concentrating on any specific thing. I kept saying "I'm sorry I'll be with you in just a moment" over the headset, but the man would keep ordering, changing the order each time. Unless it was a random detail, he was driving a late 90's black Silverado. One was a "Catering Pan Spaghetti"... either chicken parmesan or meatballs. I'm leaning more towards chicken parm.
Slight time jump occured, It was mid-afternoon, maybe 2:30 or so, and overcast skies. I was in street clothes and walked into the store. All the interior lights were turned off, and somebody informed me that Chris was fired. Despite the restaurant being apparently closed, all lights off, Brittany, another coworker, and I all continued doing random slack-tasks. Brittany and I talked for a minute or so, then I woke up.... and went to work.
[[Remember: The Brittany up in Oshkosh, skinny redhead. Not the half-black half-mexican jewish girl in Fondy]]
Slight time jump occured, It was mid-afternoon, maybe 2:30 or so, and overcast skies. I was in street clothes and walked into the store. All the interior lights were turned off, and somebody informed me that Chris was fired. Despite the restaurant being apparently closed, all lights off, Brittany, another coworker, and I all continued doing random slack-tasks. Brittany and I talked for a minute or so, then I woke up.... and went to work.
[[Remember: The Brittany up in Oshkosh, skinny redhead. Not the half-black half-mexican jewish girl in Fondy]]
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
I found myself in possession of Jenny's SD card, and she was nearby so I could get the pictures off it for her. The setting was unique, rather mid-level computer on a simple desk, against a wall, with an entryway to the right. [Blonde Jenny.]
Jumped to a new dream. It was a large piece of land that was fenced in with large concrete walls on all sides. The upper quarter was land, with a dock, and the rest was water. We were all in the water, near the bottom wall. It seemed to have been some sort of party for me, but I had gotten in trouble, as my ankles were cuffed together. I didn't see the land outside the wall, but I do know there was a Wal-Mart off to the side.
Phone's Notebook
Oldest first...
Living in some much bigger house... with more open rooms and more glassy items... five girls (about 21 years old) must have spent the night, all brought boyfriends, and all used up all the showers. I went to the master bedroom for the shower there, but somehow ended up at the front door where Ramone was... some sort of volunteer work. Didn't want him there, but he said with the volunteer thing he couldn't leave. I go outside, and it's the front lawn of the original house, but packed with cars. I see Samantha, and start running to find Malee. After waking up, I realize Samantha had black skin, but still blonde hair.
Living in some much bigger house... with more open rooms and more glassy items... five girls (about 21 years old) must have spent the night, all brought boyfriends, and all used up all the showers. I went to the master bedroom for the shower there, but somehow ended up at the front door where Ramone was... some sort of volunteer work. Didn't want him there, but he said with the volunteer thing he couldn't leave. I go outside, and it's the front lawn of the original house, but packed with cars. I see Samantha, and start running to find Malee. After waking up, I realize Samantha had black skin, but still blonde hair.
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