I'll tell you...there are people out there that are unmitigated cunts.
They act out with one finely tuned thought - I want to be a cunt.
Thursday, December 10, 2009
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
Man - I miss the frequency of "That was the best EVAR"
The older I get, it seems that it takes more to be the best ever.
When I was younger, it was simple to be amazed.
Heck, I remember us jumping our bikes over a board, with an old tire under it....man, that was the best jump EVER.
It's a lifetime later, and we now have the Superpipe, with people jumping hundreds of feet in the air, back flips, Superman grabs, can cans.....
I remember shooting a bb gun...man that was the best ever. We went "hunting"...to be honest, the only thing I think I've ever killed with it was a beer can. While I did shoot the random pigeon, it wasn't powerful to kill it...it just flew a few feet away, and continued to eat the bread I baited it with.
A few years ago, I shot a belt-fed tripod mounted MG42 machine gun. (OK - I'll admit - that was the best EVER.)
But the machine gun illustrates my point. When I was younger, everything was new, and the BEST! As I get older, the elation I feel from doing something new is harder to come by, and fewer and far between.
That's not saying that I'm jaded, or that I'm unhappy - I am saying, dam, I sure do miss the days of being enthralled on a constant basis.
I guess that's one of the benefits of being young...that, and you get to go off a ramp made out of a board and a tire.
Man I miss that jump.
When I was younger, it was simple to be amazed.
Heck, I remember us jumping our bikes over a board, with an old tire under it....man, that was the best jump EVER.
It's a lifetime later, and we now have the Superpipe, with people jumping hundreds of feet in the air, back flips, Superman grabs, can cans.....
I remember shooting a bb gun...man that was the best ever. We went "hunting"...to be honest, the only thing I think I've ever killed with it was a beer can. While I did shoot the random pigeon, it wasn't powerful to kill it...it just flew a few feet away, and continued to eat the bread I baited it with.
A few years ago, I shot a belt-fed tripod mounted MG42 machine gun. (OK - I'll admit - that was the best EVER.)
But the machine gun illustrates my point. When I was younger, everything was new, and the BEST! As I get older, the elation I feel from doing something new is harder to come by, and fewer and far between.
That's not saying that I'm jaded, or that I'm unhappy - I am saying, dam, I sure do miss the days of being enthralled on a constant basis.
I guess that's one of the benefits of being young...that, and you get to go off a ramp made out of a board and a tire.
Man I miss that jump.
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
Dec 10 - a very good day, I miss you mom
Today is JoAnne Mason Geiger DiDomenico's Birthday.
JoAnne was a wonderful person, shrewd, loving, caring - she definitely led with her heart, and let her brain nudge the boat of life every so often.
I'm her only son, I believe the quote was "Never again" to my father after I was born. She kept her word...it's was only me.
At the age of 5 a very tragic event left just me and JoAnne in our immediate family.
Life can be tough, but I'll tell you, JoAnne could be tougher (if need be...but most of the time she was a pushover - for me at least).
Man - did we laugh, just kidding around with each other. It didn't matter what we were saying, or doing, we were tight.
On the eve of JoAnne's birthday, I am missing her...
Happy Birthday Mom, Love your son Carl.
JoAnne was a wonderful person, shrewd, loving, caring - she definitely led with her heart, and let her brain nudge the boat of life every so often.
I'm her only son, I believe the quote was "Never again" to my father after I was born. She kept her word...it's was only me.
At the age of 5 a very tragic event left just me and JoAnne in our immediate family.
Life can be tough, but I'll tell you, JoAnne could be tougher (if need be...but most of the time she was a pushover - for me at least).
Man - did we laugh, just kidding around with each other. It didn't matter what we were saying, or doing, we were tight.
On the eve of JoAnne's birthday, I am missing her...
Happy Birthday Mom, Love your son Carl.
Friday, December 4, 2009
Man, I'm so darn tired today
Staying up until 3 am sucks. I can't believe how tired I am today. I'm the only one in the office, and it's all I can do to stay awake.
Ugg.
The bright part of today was finding a 3x6 poster with a soldier on it, holding a cup of coffe, with the text:
"How about a big cup of SHUT THE FUCK UP"
It pretty much describes how I feel about the two asshats that CONSTANTLY have little screaming matches at each other 5 feet away from me. The asian guy mumbles. He's a mumblin' stutterin' prick...just like Spider from Goodfelas.
Ugg.
The bright part of today was finding a 3x6 poster with a soldier on it, holding a cup of coffe, with the text:
"How about a big cup of SHUT THE FUCK UP"
It pretty much describes how I feel about the two asshats that CONSTANTLY have little screaming matches at each other 5 feet away from me. The asian guy mumbles. He's a mumblin' stutterin' prick...just like Spider from Goodfelas.
Something I learned while working retail:
Something I learned while working retail:
A person who has a good experience tells (on average) one (1) other person.
A person who has a bad experience tells (on average) eleven (11) other people.
A person who has a good experience tells (on average) one (1) other person.
A person who has a bad experience tells (on average) eleven (11) other people.
Thursday, December 3, 2009
First post
Thanks for stopping by...not much to report here.
I'm starting this blog to get stuff off my chest. Sometimes I feel like I have to decompress, but don't want to burden anyone with my trivial bellyaching.
Well, that's it.
I'm starting this blog to get stuff off my chest. Sometimes I feel like I have to decompress, but don't want to burden anyone with my trivial bellyaching.
Well, that's it.
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