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"Only two things are infinite--the universe and human stupidity, and I'm not sure about the former." Albert Einstein

"To announce that there must be no criticism of the president, or that we are to stand by the president right or wrong, is not only unpatriotic and servile, but is morally treasonable to the American public." Theodore Roosevelt

"I'm not as think as you confused I am." Someone, somewhere, at some time

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Saturday, March 14, 2009

As some of you may know, not long ago I mentioned an "issue" with friends. Not friends in general, but a specific situation. I did not go into details for many reasons, and those reasons still apply. But as things played out I watched a friend cause tremendous pain to another friend, which of course resulted in the destruction of a friendship. Since then, one of my own friendships has been torn apart, and I have watched as others suffer stress, pain, and heartache. Only twice in my life have I ever given up on a friendship. Sure, there have been many times where friends drift apart, but those are not lost friends, just misplaced ones. While giving up on someone is understandably difficult and painful, as time goes on and more happens, I am further convinced that it was the right choice. But problems continue, and watching other friends--dear friends--suffer and become victimized has caused me to think hard about the general concept of friendship. It is apparent that we all have different views on what that word means. To some, friends are merely people who validate their actions/choices, and who worship the ground they walk on. At the other end of the spectrum are those who classify everyone as a friend. My view is somewhere in the middle (as most people's is), and somewhat complex. As such, I will not even attempt to explain it here. But as I gave it thought, certain quotes/lyrics/scenes came to mind. Many of them were not specifically about friendship, but still demonstrate something about how I view it.

Captain, why did you come back for us?
You're on my crew.
Yeah, but you don't even like me. Why'd you come back?
You're on my crew. Why we still talking about this?

Through the years and miles between us
It's been a long and lonely ride
But if I got a call in the dead of the night
I'd be right by your side

I never said "Thank you."
And you'll never have to.

When you can't run, you crawl. And when you can't crawl, you find someone to carry you.

If you should die before me, ask if you could bring a friend.

I'll lean on you and you lean on me and we'll be okay.

Why you doin' this, Doc?
Because Wyatt Earp is my friend.
Friend? Hell, I got lots of friends.
I don't.

I'm not really sure what my point is here, though many of my blog entries really don't have much of a point. Maybe I just need to put some of this down; maybe it's in the hopes that some of these thoughts will make their way back to the people involved, however slight that chance is; perhaps it'll get some of you to think about what friendship means to you, resulting in all of us appreciating our friends more. I don't know. But I felt like saying something, and this seemed as good a topic as any.

Saturday, March 07, 2009
Random tidbits

I've been trying to avoid the fast food for a little while now. Unfortunately, today I succumbed to a burger & fries because of time constraints. I still find it completely amazing that people at these places can not do simple math. Handing over a $10 to pay for my $6.45 meal, the cashier accidentally hit the "exact change" button (or whatever). He tried using his fingers to calculate the change. Then called a co-worker over to help him figure it out, who had just as much trouble as he did. Not wanting to wait all day for my change, I gave them the answer ($3.55), which they showed skepticism at. Eventually, they decided to cancel the transaction and try again. Honestly, if I hadn't been so hungry at that point, I would have told them rather than trying again to just give me my $10 back and I'd go somewhere else.
I've been slacking off a lot lately when it comes to school. And it's really not good. Sadly, it is primarily due to my job & situations surrounding my job. Since I go to school at night, the main study time I have is on the weekends. But when the weekend comes, it usually takes me until late Saturday (at the earliest) to unwind, relax, and build up the mental capacity to focus on the readings. This is irritating me quite a bit, which of course is causing the problem to snowball. Hopefully I get it together before it's too late for finals.
Speaking of work, there is entirely too much drama there lately. People have frequently complained about the "high school" behavior and attitude. Honestly, I think that's being generous at this point. There is so much backstabbing, petty infighting, nit-picking, hanging in cliques, gossip, and otherwise childish behavior that I think high school would be a step up.
In the last few months I've gotten back in the habit of doing light workouts. Since I don't have the time to go to an actual gym, I just do some light weights, push-ups, etc. at home. At least it's something. But I think I screwed my shoulder up somehow. Plus, I need to start incorporating cardio.
While cleaning up around the house today I stumbled across some pictures of me & K. This has caused mixed feelings. Honestly, I thought I had gotten rid of them all, and part of me was kinda glad to find them. That was a happy time in my life that I think would be good to remember. But the flip side is that it also reminds me of how crappy my current life is, and how I miss her.
Duncan is doing pretty well. Since I'm pretty much gone from 7:30am until 10:00pm on most weekdays, he spends the week over at my parents' house, and comes back with me on the weekends. He gets plenty of company and attention over there, what with my folks home most of the day and their 3 other dogs. Yeah, they went from a 1 dog household to 4 dogs . . . one more consequence of my sister's passing. Dunc tries to keep up with the other dogs as best he can (they're all about 1/3 his age), but it does take its toll a bit. And I think he enjoys the slow, lazy days (for him) of the weekend here at my house where he can relax and recoup.

Thursday, March 05, 2009
Dirty pool

No, I did not get a pool. No, I do not have a pool that is dirty. I do not have a pool at all. I do not need one, even if I had the space and money to install one. But that's beside the point. One of my instructors was a bit sneaky and underhanded last night. How else do you explain him hanging out in the student breakroom with his daughter and boxes upon boxes of Girl Scout Cookies? I mean, what do you think a student's reaction is going to be when his professor sees him walking down the hall and shouts out "Hi Phil!" while waiving a box of Thin Mints? Well, hypothetically speaking, of course. Since, really, the situation was Phil sitting in classroom overhearing other students mentioning Girl Scout Cookies in the lounge and a bee-line being made with cash in hand not at all knowing who the seller was. But I'm sure you get the point anyway.

Disclaimer on the off-chance that my professor or other students see this: Yes, it is meant as tongue-in-cheek with no actual irritation or annoyance or disapproval so please don't hold it against my grade.

Sunday, March 01, 2009

As promised (or, rather, as I stated I would attempted) it is once again time for that wonderful monthly entry called Babe of the Month. I wasn't really sure I was going to find an entry for this month, however, since I haven't had much time to go looking. But a few days ago some friends and I headed out to see Taken. It was a fun ride, though not exactly what I'd call "high cinema". During the movie, in any scene with the daughter, I kept thinking to myself "Hmm, she looks familiar." But, I couldn't quite place her. The following day, I felt compelled to wander over to IMBD and figure out where I knew her from.

Maggie Grace . . . that name sounded a tad familiar as well. And then it leaped out of the page at me. She played Shannon on "Lost". Now, I haven't been much into Lost since part way through the second season. Ironically, not long after Shannon was killed. Though the two had nothing to do with each other. Anyway, she is, of course, an incredible looking young woman (even more so with the brunette hair, imo). But she's also an impressive actress. I was surprised how well she pulled off playing a 17 year old in the movie. And while I distinctly disliked her character on "Lost", she did a darn good job of playing her.

So, I think you'll agree what a fabulous choice she is for this entry of BotM. Enjoy!

On a completely unrelated note, it occurred to me last night that as of today it has been exactly one year since the last time I ate at the Cheesecake Factory. Yes, I tend to remember odd-ball things like that. Of course, there is a reason that I remember it specifically, but it doesn't need to be mentioned here.

Friday, February 20, 2009
Waste of time

I interviewed for a promotion today. Within an hour after interviewing, I received the dreaded HR call stating it went to someone else. Now, I knew ahead of time that I wasn't going to get it--weeks ago, really--because it has become painfully clear that I will not be allowed to leave the department I'm in. And so while I am not disappointed in not being selected, the fact that they made several people (including myself) go through the rigamarole of interviews and applications when it is painfully obvious that they knew well ahead of time who they were going to select is rather irritating. They could have at least pretended that the interviews mattered, and that it wasn't just a complete and utter waste of our time. But, I should be used to it by now . . . that's the kind of B.S. that goes on there.

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