Yes, No, Maybe, Sometimes, Never In A Million Years

Date: Thursday, July 31, 2008
Time: 14:06
Place: Work

I know what I'm doing right now will probably be against policy, but I can't wait any longer.

I am sick and tired of polls. There are times when the subject just riles me, like a CNN poll, "Should Miley Cyrus give up being "Hannah Montana?" and the only choices you aer given are "Yes" or "No".

What about "Don't Care", or "Don't Give A Rat's Ass?" I know, I know, if you don't care, then don't answer, but what about my right to free speech, my right to voice my opinion? They never take that into account.

Look, all I know is that these pollsters need to start re-thinking the audience they're playing to. This is a general suggestion, not just in regards to "celebrity" garbage. And just who are these "celebrities"? These people who are famous, simply for being famous, or infamous as the case may be. Socialites who get into traffic accidents, "supermodels" who throw tantrums, seriously, does anyone really care about these people?

Once, just once, I would love to see a newsreader pull a "Howard Beale". Just once, I'd love to see an anchorperson look at the teleprompter, or look at the papers in their hand, get a look of disgust on their face, look at the camera and say, "I'm sorry, Ladies and Gentlemen, all those who viewing this right now, I'm sorry, I just can't bring myself to read yet another so-called story about what (insert celebrity name here) did, or didn't do." The anchorperson would then take off the microphone, stand up, and walk out of the studio.

But they wouldn't kill themselves over it, let's make that clear right now, they would just leave.

But that would never happen. The minute that anchorperson began to deviate from what was expected, the director and the producer would cut to a commercial.

Oopsie

Date: Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Time: 20:08
Place: Home

I have missed making some entries in this blog.

A few times, I either had writer's block, or suffered from Incoherency, which I wrote about in an entry. The other times I missed making an entry was because I was exhausted from what's been going on at my job.

Some weeks ago, we got subpoenaed. We're not getting sued, but we have to produce a truckload or three of paperwork regarding past and present projects. What's somewhat helpful is that most of the data has been saved as digital information.

What isn't helpful is that one of the projects was never scanned in, and guess who gets that little task? Correct! You got it in one! And then there's stuff that has to be edited, or to use the legal term, "redacted".

Now, before someone starts saying "But if you've been subpoenaed, doesn't that mean you can't talk about it?" It probably does, but I haven't said what company I work for, who subpoenaed us, or what projects we've done and/or are doing. All I've done is kvetch about it. :-P

Okay, So I'm A Slow Genius

Date: Monday, July 28, 2008
Time: 22:31
Place: Home

I think I finally figured it out. I think I know where I belong.

I belong in a world where there are domed cities on the surface of the Moon, and a colony on Mars.

I belong in a world where space travel is an everyday occurrence, and racism and hatred are things of the past.

The world I belong in has mankind getting along with all races, terrestrial and not.

I do not belong in what most people refer to as "reality", I belong in fantasy.

Fantasy is what I know best, it is where I am most comfortable, it is where I truly fit in.

Worth The Wait

Date: Sunday, July 27, 2008
Time: 22:05
Place: Home

I completely missed making an entry yesterday, but I believe it was worth it. You see, I took yesterday, Saturday, July 26, 2008, off. I took the day for me, to have some time for me, so I could clear my head after all of the crap I've dealt with for the last 3 weeks, including working on Saturday 2 weeks in a row.

I went out yesterday and I went comic book shopping. After that, I went to this Japanese Buffet restaurant I like, but haven't been able to go to for quite some time. It's an all-you-can-eat buffet that includes their dual-sided dessert bar. The only thing I'm not too thrilled with is they only serve the gyoza dumplings at lunchtime, not at dinner. At dinner they serve the shrimp shumai, which is okay, but I prefer gyoza.

But I had a day for me, and that's all that matters.

Exotic Dish

Date: Friday, July 25, 2008
Time: 23:34
Place: Home

Sometimes, I like to watch Food Network. I watch almost anything with Rachael Ray, I watch "Diners, Drive-Ins, and Dives", I watch "Iron Chef America" if the secret ingredient is something I like, and sometimes I'll watch shows with Alton Brown.

One program Alton Brown usually hosts is called "Good Eats". Most of the time he'll feature some food or food product that I like, but at the same time he gives an education on the topic. Another program he hosted had him traveling cross-country and trying local cuisine in different places. One such place he tried had, as a local delicacy, Fried Pig Brain Sandwich.

He appeared to enjoy it, while I would be hard-pressed to try such a thing, especially if I knew what it was, I have made another roundabout route of making a point.

My point is, my brain is fried, not like the sandwich, but I'm still having a bit of trouble forming coherent thought. The only way I am able to write this entry is through sheer force of will, and remembering things like shows on Food Network.

Running On Empty

Date: Friday, July 25, 2008
Time: 00:22
Place: Home

Once again, I'm at a loss of what to write about. Between the stress I'm dealing with at work, and all of what I have to write for at school, I don't know if I even have anything to spare for this entry.

I was going to write something last night, but I dozed off. I was going to write earlier, but I couldn't think of anything. My creativity is fading again, and I'm not sure if it will come back this time.

And sometimes, I'm not sure I deserve to have it.

That's it, that's all I can deal with right now.

"Inconceivable!"

Date: Tuesday, July 22, 2008
Time: 22:41
Place: Home

While I have yet to have any of my stories published, I like to think that I have some talent as a writer, or as I like to call it, a story-teller.

Up until yesterday I have never hated anything I have ever written.

Until yesterday.

Last week, I was given an assignment for my Critical Thinking class. I was to write a short essay on what one learns at DeVry, but while using a collection of 5 bullet points. These 5 points were to be compiled from the bullet points in the DeVry Student Catalog, and from the list entitled "Program Outcomes of General Education".

Between Thursday evening, the day I got the assignment, and Sunday night, I was unable to write a thing. I just couldn't figure out how to get started and how to incorporate those five statements. But yesterday, Monday, I thought I had it.

Never before have I been so wrong about something. When I finished it, I looked it over, and said, out loud, "This is bulls**t!" It was so awful to read. It felt forced, it felt fake, which is what it was really, and I'm ashamed to put my name on it.

I'll try to work on it, but I don't know if it's fixable.