The thought of living in a concrete bunker a la "Blast from the Past" is becoming more and more appealing these days. First we have Vince Li, who beheaded an innocent victim on a Greyhound bus in 2008 released on supervised excursions from the mental hospital. I don't give two shits if he thought he was "beheading an alien"... I don't want this guy on my streets, supervised or not. Then some whack-job cannibal in...
In my job, I get to lecture people on a weekly almost daily basis. I have my lecture pretty much perfected... it is an fairly equal mix of "what the eff are you doing with your life" and "let's make a plan so that you don't become the world's biggest failure". But today... I topped all previous lectures. The one I gave today was Oscar worthy. Seriously - I wish there had been a camera...
I think it's time for me to answer some of Chelsea's Ten on Tuesday questions again... Ten on Tuesday is hosted over at Roots and Rings. 1. What is your favorite Pixar movie? Have you seen all of them? Toy Story... I liked the first and third ones the best. When Mr. Potato Head's head is a tortilla? I laughed until I could laugh no more. I'm kind of interested in seeing the new movie...
It shouldn't be so hard to find someone to compliment me. To be the jam to my peanut butter. Who likes some of the same stuff I do, but has their own interests. Someone who can introduce me to new opportunities. A guy that likes me for me... a 6' of me... One that doesn't think of me as one of the guys because of my sense of humour. Someone that really is independent... and...
I started writing a post about acceptance and tolerance. I couldn't get the words right. It boiled down to this: You can have your beliefs. If you think marriage should be between a man and a woman, go nuts. Believe what you want to believe. But stop forcing your beliefs on everyone else because you think they're right. Because they're only right for you. You see, a belief, by definition is something that one accepts...
I seem to have a lot of Eeyores in my life. You know the type... everything is "why me", and "I don't like change" and "I'm never going to be happy". They drag you down... they whine, they snivel, they make everything blah. Their favorite lines go something like "good guys always finish last", "I don't think I'll ever get it. FML", and "my life sucks". Gloomy. Depressing. I have a message to the all...
I totally knew about David Burka, but not the rest! ...