tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-90778372011-04-21T17:07:38.258-07:00The ramblings of a mercenary executive...Son of Simphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17074359217576528346noreply@blogger.comBlogger241100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9077837.post-1147202154038756102006-05-09T12:08:00.000-07:002006-05-09T12:15:54.066-07:00

HelloI have recently been informed that there are people who actually read this blog and have been wondering why I haven't been updating it.I never really paid attention to be perfectly honest. I get traffic reports - but I don't even open them. This whole thing has always been a personal practice - I didn't want to become a self-aggrandizing butt-hole so wrapped up in himself that I was

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Insurance companies are nothing more than legalized extortion corrupting the American way of life.Before I continue on with what is in a sense a rant, a railing against the inequalities heaped upone the financially burdened, let me first appeal to your sense of justice.It isn't often that I use my 'blog as a scope-box. In fact, I am not very fond of those out there in the "blogosphere" (another

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I wish that the thoughts I come up with for this blog would stay with me long enough to actually be put into a post.I have 30+ minute commute everday and it during this time that I do the bulk of my private introspection. Invariably I will flow down certain streams of thought to a conclusion of wanting to type something up for this site. The problem is, by the time I get an opportunity to sit

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There must be at least 50 ways and reasons to kill your room-mate.This is not to say that you should, however, actually kill your room-mate. Or, for that matter, send one of your closest and dearest friends a hate-filled letter stating all the reasons you think that he is the root of all that is evil and wrong in the western hemisphere.There are many lessons I have learned in life. The greatest

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The company currently known as Sprint has allowed for it's customer service people to be rude to me for the last time.I am so sick of calling in to these guys only to be treated like I have vindictively attempted to destroy the very livelyhoods of the precious milquetoasts that run that company by not paying my bill on time. I admit, there are times when my account is a day or two past due on

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I have an irrational fear of dentistry.For years now I have avoided dentists, dentist offices, and all similar forms of archaic torture as if they were each personally responsible for spreading the plague. I am not too sure why this is, though it may lay somewhere in the fact that all previous experiences with these dark practitioneers of having resulted in excruciating amounts of pain and oral

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I love these frickin' things...I have to admit - I HAVE always wondered what kind of die I would be. But then, underneath it all, I am a damn dirty gamer.Take the quiz at dicepool.comThis survey is completely scientific. Despite the mind-boggling complexity of mankind, the billions of distinctly different personalities found on Earth can easily be divided into seven simple categories that

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The months while kind, the muse sometimes is not.I have had a total lack of inspiration to throw any words to these pages of late. Not, mind you, due to some striking malaise or other depressional depredations akin to the maladies of my mis-spent youth.No sirs (and gentle-women); things have been so far beyond great that I haven't honestly even thought about it of late.Normally by now I would

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I dreamed all night long of fanciful encounters. These encounters were in dimly lit rooms, cramped with low ceilings, scarred by bad paint jobs, crowded with strangers in glaring vinyl and latex. I still see clearly in my mind's eye the writhing and closeness of the crowd as they would sway forwards and backwards; side to side, rhythmically in time with the thrumming bass beats of a mechanical

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My friend Rocket was a prophet. Back when I was a youthful lad no more than 17 I sat with my buddy Rocket on one of those surreal evenings pondering lives less lived and loves not so lost. That night he gave me some words that will live with me until the day I die, and hopefully through this medium or the next, well after. I was lamenting the latest in a string of relational mishaps of the

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I am so glad I don't have to put up with my ex's bullshit anymore. Its been a shade and a half over four years since we split the sheets and I can honestly say I am tickled to death that she is out of my life. I suspect it is the Christmas season that is bringing on this latest feeling of euphoria and bliss. We had a lot of memories tied to Christmas and somehow they are all bad. Granted, the

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Part 2 in the Pay to Play Chronicles Author's Note: If you haven't read my earlier post Tales of a Mercenary Gamer, go do so. Now!Macht Shnell! As I sat in the parking lot...er driveway, of Casa 'de Gamer I realized that this whole thing might just be for real. I got out of the Baby Truck and strolled towards the door. I had no idea at this point of what to expect. I was fairly certain that

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So the plumbing in my new house shot the crapper this week(end). It all began Friday (or perhaps Thursday) when I was taking a shower. After doing the routine cleaning, I noticed that I was standing in ankle deep water. Hmmm...I thought; this is no good. So I got out of the shower, dried off, and proceeded to inspect the drain. I was anticipating hair. Nope. The drain looked good. So I pried

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I have been without internet at home for over two weeks now. As I mentioned previously, I have been dealing with moving of late so I haven't had the time to post like I would like to, but that will all change soon. In addition to dealing with moving, I have been facing an audit at my real job this week and El Slappo and Grouch Ass have been in the office all week scrutinizing all of our

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Normally I am not one to get all excited about web based tests and quiz's but this one is kind of cool. I found this while trolling through someone else's blog and thought I would share it with my dedicated readers (both of you should feel very special at this point). This one is pretty basic, but I have to admit, even in it's simplistic approach it managed to pretty much nail me to a tee. The

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I have been medicated now for about three months. I decided not too long ago that I was tired of being depressed and angry all the time. I decided to get into therapy and see if there were options that would allow me to grab control of my life. I am so glad that I did. When I first began the process my intentions were to keep it kind of quiet and on the down-low. It was soon after I began

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I was soaked to the bone upon waking this morning. My first thought was that I had dreamed of toilets, or rivers, or something equally wet and as a result pissed the bed. Nope. I was absolutely drenched head to toe in sweat. I am not someone who is prone to night sweats, or for that matter any kind of sweating. I laid there for a minute trying to grab on the fastly fading memory of the ephemeral

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{DISCLAIMER /begin} If you are not aware of it by now, I am a professional gamer (among other things) and this article is primarily intended for those who share my passion. If you are not a gamer, then alot of this will not make sense to you. This post has NOT been edited for language. {DISCLAIMER /end} Gamers are strange little fuckers. The psychology of the earth-bound gamer is one with which

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It's time to move again. Blah. I hate moving. I hate it, I hate it, I hate it. Or at very least I have always felt that away about it until now. We moved alot when I was a kid. We weren't a military family or anything, just kind of nomadic. I remember living in at least 3 different houses before I was old enough to go to school. 3 houses during kindergarten, 2 during 1st grade, 2 during 2nd

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I think my favorite memory of child-hood involves school. That is strange to me, because most of my memories that involve school also involve hatred, boredom, and being uncomfortable. I guess it only nominally involves school. Anyway, I remember as a kid getting up each morning and going through my routine. Usually I was the only one up in the mornings so I pretty much got myself ready for the

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It rained in Death Valley today. It was an amazing experience to share. Big-K and I left Reno around ten or so this morning and began our trek south. Rather than deal with the dull dreariness of the eternal Nevada Desert we headed into the mountains and came down through California. In the tiny little town of Bishop we stopped and had lunch at the "Thai and Western Diner". I jest not. We walked

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The morning arrived much too early. Actually, I suspect it arrived at its usual time but I was made aware of its arrival far too early for my tastes. This clarion call of dawn and solar emergence violated my slumber disguised as a telephone call from a VIC (Very Important Customer). The phone rings, so naturally assuming it was my mortal morning enemy, I extend my arm from beneath my sanctum of

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Wow...two minutes later and a second post! Yeah, like I said this will all come to me in a stream of consciousness as I feel the need to "speak". One of the really cool jobs I have is probably the most amazing thing in the world to me. That's right...I ride in an ostrich rodeo. Well, not-so-much really, in fact it is so much cooler than even that. How could ANYTHING be cooler than an ostrich

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Howdy! Welcome to my blog! Why do I have a blog? Well, namely I only started it so that I could leave comments for a friend's blog. Now THAT is motivation, huh? Actually I have long figured that my opinions and observations were of such clever origins that I should give freely of myself and donate my deepest insights to all of man-kind. Yeah. So having no idea what in the hell I am going to

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