Resolution Monday: The Quest to Get Rid of These Goddamn Manboobs.

Okay. We’re almost five months into my effort to make 11 New Year’s resolutions and I’ve broken all of them at lease once. I knew that was going to happen. My goal was to keep going even if I did break a resolution. So many people give up after one moment of weakness and I was determined to keep trying even if I faltered and I’m proud to say that I’m still trying with all of these resolutions. Some are going better than others but I haven’t given up on any of them.



Except for binge eating junkfood.



I lasted maybe two weeks on this one. I was bagging my lunch every day. I got a bunch of low sugar protein bars to have for breakfast instead of donuts. I ate fruit. Things were looking pretty good and then one day I was running late for work, decided it wasn’t worth my time to make lunch and now it’s nothing but fast food burgers and gas station donuts getting shoved into my gullet.



I keep telling myself shit like “I’m in a hurry” or “Well I worked really hard today so I’ve probably burned the calories in these three donuts already” but my weight is still hovering around 240.

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This is so stupid. I’ve done this before. I know I can lose weight if I just slow down the flow of constant sugar and fat being constantly pumped into me. Time to take a new approach.



I’m going to write down everything I eat this week into a notebook. Just by consciously thinking of what I’m eating and having a list in front of me showing what I’m eating should help. Maybe I’ll even post the list in next week’s resolution update if it’s not super embarassing.



Alright. Time to eat some fruit for breakfast because that’s completely just as tasty as donuts and SuperAmerica breakfast sandwiches.

Fuck Off Friday: Office Toys

There are time wasters, and then there are things that are a complete waste of time.

Such as JelloTime.com. All it is is an image of jello. you move your mouse over it, and it wiggles.

And I can’t stop doing it. It’s the dumbest thing. Dumber than stress balls, which are the worst marketing ploy ever. “Let’s put our logo on a piece of foam and tell people it’ll make them feel better.”

Because turkey.

Because turkey.

And yet, here we are. Cubes covered in shitty stress balls that we often play with out of, well, usually boredom.

What about a regular bouncy ball? That at least makes more sense. Just throw it into a box and watch it bounce around.

How about Bubble Wrap? People often talk about how therapeutic bubble wrap is… just get that frustration out in a miniscule act of destruction.

We often collect other weird toys to have at the cube. Like those sticky stretchy hands that you wack against the side of the wall on that strip that isn’t covered in fabric, so you can have the satisfaction of pulling it away.

Why is that so very satisfying?

Another cube toy is the snow globe. I’m particularly fond of this one, because it has little people doing things, and when you shake it up, they go right back to doing whatever they were doing before.

But I think the ultimate in office toys is the Magic 8 Ball. I used to have a sarcastic 8 ball, where I would ask it a question, and it would respond with things like “yeah right!” and “…and maybe I’m the pope.”

Here’s the problem with online Magic 8 balls… no shaking. I went through probably a dozen of these, and they were all just fancy displays for answers… no shaking. And that’s the satisfying part.

Programmers, make me a magic 8 ball I can shake, and I will pimp the shit out of your site. Until then, here’s just a few that I found online:

This one looks alright.
Possibly the oldest online 8 ball.
This one should be better for how pretty the site is.
This one looks like a student project.
For people who like dragons and shitty animation.
This one has some favorite answers, such as “seek Jesus” and “go on a diet.”

The best one, where the image at least shakes.

Happy slacking!

Fuck You, Bob Davis.

You ever hear of this fucker?



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This fucker hosts the fucking Davis and Emmer Show on Twin Cities News Talk radio (fucking AM1130). This fucker actually said on his fucking show – “I have something I want to say to the victims of Newtown, or any other shooting,” namely that the gun reforms they’ve been lobbying for “force me to lose my liberty, which is a greater tragedy than your loss.”. He fucking then went on to say that he was – “sick and tired of seeing these victims trotted out,” and that “I would stand in front of them and tell them, ‘go to hell.’”



He actually fucking said that.



Just so we’re crystal fucking clear, he’s fucking saying that having to do a background check at gun shows, smaller magazines and maybe having a harder time buying guns online is a fucking worse tragedy than a bunch of parents having their 9 year old children brutally murdered. The fucking balls on this guy.



You know what? It makes me fucking cringe even thinking about having to explain to this fuckface why he’s fucking wrong so I’m just going to forego all that and say this.



Fuck you, Bob Davis. Fuck your show. Fuck your boner for guns. Fuck your buddy Tom Emmer. Fuck the station that allows you to spread your word AIDS all over the state. Fuck your stupid glasses. Fuck your apology where you don’t actually apologize for anything.



Fuck you, you fucking fucker.

Condoms and Circus Freaks

My secret shame is that I can’t juggle.

I grew up out at the Renaissance Festival, surrounded by acrobats, magicians, fire performers, clowns, and jugglers. You know, circus freaks. It’s what we do- perform for your amusement. Weird and wacky things that “normal” people don’t do. On the list, juggling is probably the least offensive and most likely trick for an audience member to know. It’s one of those simple things you just try out one day. Hell, my husband… the stand up comedian… you know, people with no useful skills so they tell jokes? Even HE can juggle. He had a two week segment in his suburban high school’s gym class.

But I can’t do it. I get the concept. I see how it works. The weave of the balls like a three strand braid in the air. But for all my half hearted attempts, I’ve never gotten the hang of it.

Which is a shame, because a street performer who can’t juggle is pretty much the lowest rung of the least respected form of entertainment out there. It doesn’t even matter that I have other street skills. I’ve flipped off of someone’s back, I’ve pulled quarters out from behind childrens ears and made them disappear, I’ve walked against invisible wind, I’ve eaten and blown and spun fire…

My favorite poi pic of me.

My favorite poi pic of me. Yes, I’m spinning fire around my body. Still not as cool as juggling.

…hell, I’ve even blocked a nail.

Don’t know what blocking is? It’s a term for pounding a nail into your head via your nostril, done by the human blockhead, the true illusion freak of the sideshow. It’s not a trick I do because it’s hard to be sexy model lady with a nail in your nose. Also, I always want to sneeze. Also, also, I hate how it feels.

I mean, have you ever laughed so hard you snorted soda pop out your nose? Try that with a nail. It’s not *painful* but it’s also not a pleasant experience.

Which is why, in the world of me getting older and kids getting dumber, I just don’t understand the latest YouTube trend among teens.

Nosing condoms.

All the cool kids are taking a condom, snorting it up their nose, and then pulling it out their mouth. They film it and put it on YouTube, and the other kids love it.

This proves to me that YouTube has become our sideshow of circus freaks.

Which makes me wonder if any of them can juggle.

Boston

I really want to write about something else. I would love nothing more than to do a stupid post replying to some craigslist job ad or rip into Michele Bachmann but that’s just not happening. It’s all over the news, it’s on everybody’s minds and it’s been on my mind since I heard about it right as it happened on the radio yesterday.



Yesterday a couple of bombs went off towards the finish line of the Boston Marathon in an act of terror, killing three and wounding over a hundred. The President has stayed away from using the word “terrorist” for the attack and I can understand why. This country equates terror with Middle Eastern muslims who want to destroy our freedom or something but terrorism doesn’t solely belong to anti western jihadists. Terrorism is nothing more than an act used to instill fear in people. To make them feel like they’re not safe when they should be.



If this was a terror attack, it didn’t work.



One of the things that struck me yesterday was the instant online reaction to the attack. The last time something like this happened on American soil was September 11th, 2001. That was 12 years ago. 12 years ago there was no facebook or twitter. This was pre-MySpace. Most homes only had 56k internet connections and we’d just use them to go into aol chatrooms or check out hamsterdance.com.



I didn’t even own a cellphone in 2001. After the attack, I just holed up in my brother’s apartment all day as we watched the news. We could only judge how the country felt based on the media reaction. Yesterday, everybody was online and posting their reactions and feelings to the tragedy. You could just check out your smartphone to see how everybody you know was feeling.

The first thing I saw was people trying to see if everybody was okay. People from everywhere who had friends or family in Boston were either asking them to “check in” or reporting on their status for others. After that I mostly saw people sharing this –



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and this.



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That’s what people are talking about. Not how this changes everything or how we’ll have to beef up security. People are talking about how awesome it was to see so many people rush to help out without even thinking about it.



Of course, that hasn’t been the only online reaction to this tragedy. I’ve seen plenty of posts promising retaliation against those responsible and that’s perfectly natural. There’s been the shitty shock value jokes that are offensive but ultimately harmless. I’ve even seen more than one person hop on the Alex Jones bandwagon and blame the government for the attack but all of these combined are still a fraction of those I’ve seen of people “looking for the helpers” and bolstering their faith in humanity.



Might be some hope for us after all.

BIEBERWATCH 2013: AMSTERDAM

Ok, I know Monday is usually my New Year’s resolution update time but YOU GUYS WE NEED TO TALK ABOUT JUSTIN BIEBER.



Normally I wouldn’t give a shit about Justin Bieber. Teenage girls obsessively love him, the internet obsessively hates him, I couldn’t care less about him. I just don’t listen to his music. I don’t see what’s the big deal about him. Teenage girls have liked shitty musicians with stupid hair long before I was a kid, he just seems like the latest in a long line of teen idols.



This time, though. He just did something so stupid and obnoxious that it’s really hard to ignore. This time, Justin Bieber –



this guy

this guy





Went to the Anne Frank House –



this place

this place





and actually wrote something in the guestbook –



Probably didn't need an image for guestbook but whatever.

Probably didn’t need an image for guestbook but whatever.





What he wrote was Truly inspiring to be able to come here. Anne was a great girl. Hopefully she would have been a belieber.



Bielebers are what fans of Justin’s music call themselves, in case you were unaware.



So basically, this guy’s wandering around the hiding place of the young girl who unintentionally became one of the most famous writers in history simply by documenting her family’s time struggling against Nazi oppression and he’s thinking “I wonder if she would have liked my music?”



Hey, Justin Bieber! Do you have any comments on the death of Margaret Thatcher?



“Well, I’m not sure what her job was but she didn’t come to any of my UK concerts so I hope the bitch burns in hell.”



What about political strife surrounding the elections in Venezuela?



“I had a really good show there once. I don’t see what the problem is.”



It’s really hard to not see him as some kind of sociopath after hearing about this. The worst part is that if Anne Frank were a teenager in 2013? Yeah, she’d probably be a fan of his music.

Fuck Off Friday: Sound Games

Bill and I are very different people sound-wise. He spent his early 20’s going to indy punk concerts, standing way too close to the speakers, rocking out to electric guitars and chain saws. I spent much of my early 20’s listening to classical music, opera, and going to folk concerts.

This is why Bill has to have the volume up to 80 gagillion and sleeps with a fan on. And why I can hear things like the refrigerator running and the tiny little buzz of the lights.

Side note- you guys remember that ring tone that the teens were passing around like 6 years ago? It was supposed to be a ring that only teens could hear. It’s based on hearing ability that we lose as we age. Anyway, one day at work, this site was being passed around by everyone, testing their hearing. People kept talking about how they couldn’t hear them, turning the sound up to try to hear it…. So I had all these incredibly annoying high pitched noises all around me that only I could hear. It was awful.

Anyway, evil noises are evil. But soothing noises… I love games with soothing sounds behind them. I picked games to today’s Fuck Off Friday that could be played without the noise because some places of employment are like that. But really? Find time to play them when you can listen to the sound.

The first one is Music Catch. You have to collect falling notes. Some are good, some are bad. It’s enough engagement to where you’re not just clicking things, but the sound element is very soothing.

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While looking for a specific game (I still haven’t found it) I stumbled across this fantastic piece of marketing. It’s a “music video game”… a video game made for a song, kind of like if MTV did video games. The game itself is not super exciting, but I love the concept. They’re a little too… trying to make a point. Not much, but just enough for me to be all “oh, I see what you did there.” Still, what do you expect from a song called Inside a Dead Skyscraper ? This one might just be a matter of taste.

And then there’s anything done by Ferry Halim. Seriously. I have a mad artist crush on this person. Every game is visually soft and pleasing, the sound often incorporated. My personal favorite is starry night.

What’s frustrating is there is a great game I wanted to share with you all that I just can’t find. It’s got kind of these sketch graphics, and as you move forward, the music plays forward, and you have to jump to hit the notes to keep the music playing.

If you stumble across it, could you let me know? Also, please share your favorite music based games in the comments below. I need more ways to fuck off this Friday.

Fuck it. Let’s Just Give Everybody all The Guns.

I have an idea.



See, as this whole gun control debate rages in congress, each side seems unwilling to back down from their position like every goddamn issue in American politics ever. Personally, I’m in favor of stricter gun regulation. At the very least expanded background checks.



I’m aware that there are many reasons for being pro-gun. This is a very complicated, nuanced issue and you can’t just boil it down to “people want more guns because ______!” Everybody has their reasons, some hold more validity than others and some more personal than others.



I think, however, that a lot of people don’t truly understand the ease of killing that a gun provides. Probably not a majority, but more than you’d think. They get that guns can kill but don’t fully absorb the fact that it’s just a flick of the finger. Flick – dead. The slightest accident, the one time you don’t follow all the safety precautions can lead to somebody accidentally not being alive anymore. One slight overreaction, one lapse in judgment or temper flare up is now a 2nd degree murder. It can happen to anybody. It has happened to a lot of people. One time it almost happened to me.



Every year from when I was 12 to 18 I would go pheasant hunting with my dad, brother and a few other people (uncles, friends of his, etc). We were never really big outdoorsmen but one time he thought it’d be fun to try hunting, pheasants seemed like a good place to start and we had fun so it just sort of kept doing it and turned it into a tradition. I’ve even gone a few times as an adult to South Dakota or southern MN and always had fun. One of the first times I went out, though, I almost accidentally shot my dad.



It was somewhere in southern MN late in the season. My dad and I had gone with a couple of his work buddies and we had split into groups of two. I was far from experienced but this wasn’t my first time out and I had undergone the MN firearm safety course. In it, they repeat over and over again that you are never to point a firearm at another person or yourself and to always treat a gun as it’s loaded. Treat it like it’s loaded even if you know for a fact that it’s not. Following this creates good habits until keeping the barrel away from a person just becomes a subconscious thing you do. I followed this to the letter, knowing boomstick=dangerous but as we were walking through a soybean field and I got a little bored trying to scare up a pheasant (late in the season you have to practically kick one in the ass to get it to fly) I cradled the gun with the barrel pointing towards the ground as my dad walked in front of me.



The gun wasn’t pointed at him but he was close enough to my line of fire that I should have just had the barrel over my shoulder or off to the side. I tripped over a rock, stumbled and jerked the gun hard enough that the gun fired without me even touching the trigger. The pellets hit the ground, ricocheted off and a cloud of dust hit the back of my dad’s jeans. He wasn’t hurt. It was a .410 with birdshot and the soft, plowed farmland absorbed a lot of the pellets’ velocity but we were both really shook up. Just a slight jerk upwards and he’d have been in the hospital or worse. I profusely apologized and he assured me that it was an accident and he was fine but maybe we should take the gun safety a little more seriously in the future. I’ve gone hunting and shooting at the range plenty of times since and every time I’ve made sure I was following every single minute rule that was taught in the gun safety course.



This is why I think we should give everybody guns.



I truly believe that if you want tighter gun regulation, we should issue a firearm and permit to carry anywhere to every single person in the country over the age of 12 (that’s when I got my first gun). Let this country just turn into a giant standoff. Give people an idea of what it’s like to actually be responsible for that kind of power. Let this go on for a few months and see what public opinion of guns is like after that. After people have actually had a chance to get to know them.

You walk into a grocery store and you know that everybody is packing some sort of heat. Go to the movies and know that every single person in there with you has some sort of loaded gun. Your kid’s school play? Every parent in the auditorium and teacher backstage has a cannon at the ready. I’m sure it would make for a much more polite society.



After a few months we’ll have congress put it to a vote. Is this how we still want it? Now that everybody’s had a chance to really get to know guns, how much do we want them to be a part of our lives? I’m sure that some people would love the 1 person = 1 gun thing even after the trial period but I think we might end up with tighter gun regulation.



Just a thought.

Snow in April.

This is really, really shitty. There’s a winter storm that doesn’t know it’s fucking spring dumping snow all over the country. Here in MN we got an inch or so last night and are supposed to get 3-5 more tonight. After a long winter that had a lot of punishing snowstorms, this last storm is just rubbing salt on the wound. We’re getting so worn down by the long winter that Canada will take the opportunity to Annex us any day now –



snow!



It’s bad enough I have to drive around in this and shovel it off my sidewalk. The worst part of all of this is that it’s all my fault.



It’s my fault that we’re getting this blizzard. I’m so sorry. See, about a month ago I did a post about getting towed during snow emergency that included bragging about not getting towed once this year and a lot of people read it because I used a lot of colorful language to describe history’s greatest villain, the tow truck driver.



Now, I’m not saying a tow truck driver read the article because, as we all know, they’re all illiterate. I could imagine a tow truck driver being told about the post by their meth dealer or hooker or something. Once one found out they spread the word and pretty soon every tow truck driver knew I was out there just bragging that I had escaped their wrath.



This wouldn’t stand with them. Nobody escapes the wrath of the tow truck driver.



Gathering in the parking lot of a shitty strip club. The tow truck drivers used their gypsy-like magic powers to summon a powerful weather system to blanket the earth with snow until I finally would slip up and get towed for snow emergency.



I’m not going to let that happen. I’m sorry so many people had to get pulled into this but I refuse to let my car get towed for snow emergency. Let them bring the snow until June.


Resolution Monday: Brain Hurtey

I did bad thing. I make drinks go in me. I said no booze after new years but last night booze was tasty and now I no have brain.



Brain Hurtey real bad. Tummy gurgling and eyes hurt. Thinking hard. Want to make blog go but brain hurt ’cause the booze.



The booze didn’t hurt last night. Booze felt great. Drinks happened and everything was fun. More and more drinks happened and I went home and went to sleep real late and I wake up now and everything bad. Nothing is fun. The world is scary and my breath smell bad.



I no like this. Booze make fun times but after booze is dark, dark times.



No more booze. Time to make resolution stick. Brain hurteys are no fun. Gut times are terrible, too. Too old. Too old for booze



I go bathroom now because of booze. I go bathroom forever because of booze. Hate you, booze.



Stupid booze.