Sleepin' at work. What's new?

I was in a meeting today and had no idea what people were talking about.  The topic of the meeting was supposed to be for a project I am on, but I do not understand any of it.  We brought a new person into the project this week - a new hire.  He still didn't have his laptop set up yet so I shared my screen with him at the table.  We were discussing all of the issues another coworker found during his testing on an excel file.

I had no idea what he was rambling about and ended up falling asleep.  But, the thing was that I fell asleep with my hand on the keyboard.  On the left arrow key to be specific.  By the time I woke up, the excel file was on column HV.  Content wise, the document only went up to column G.  It was a very awkward moment when I realized the new guy was just watching me sleep, scrolling through empty cells in the excel file.  If it were any other place, I am sure I would have been laughing out loud at myself.

The funny thing is there were only four of us in the room.  No one said anything.  Oh well.  I guess I will just keep sleeping at work...

-Thundalips

Que?

Love this song... It is a damn shame what those people did to him...  The girl in the video is not all that pretty but I love every outfit she is wearing.

So much for sleeping early...

-Thundasleepy...

Lose a friend, gain a friend, lose yourself

 Long overdue post...

Lose a friend.

I have always found it easier to leave someone behind than to be left behind.  This time, I am the one who is being left behind.  Anjuli has left the bay area, and she is not coming back.  I grew very close to her in the past few years and words cannot describe how much I miss her now that she has gone.

After having met her in high school, we each went our separate ways for college.  We kept in touch for the most part via AIM, and she remained one of the few friends from high school I talked to on a regular (or semi-regular) basis.  A couple years later, on a whim, I decided to attend an outing she had invited me to.  We never really fraternized publicly, so I was going out on a limb when I decided to tag along.  It was one of the best decisions I have ever made. 

Since then, we have become very close.  One weekend led to another.  And another.  Weekend after weekend of good times with great company (and the occasional weekday).  Trips to Reno, Vegas, Santa Cruz, and Tahoe.  We went from Synergy and Element events (before we knew any better...) to more mature and classy places (excluding holy moly).  Sober times, drunken times, good times, bad times, and everything in between.  I would not trade those memories for anything.

I know I will see her again, but not having her around will be difficult for sure.  It will be weird going out on the weekends and not seeing her around.  Just another reminder not to take anything for granted. Anjuli, regardless of what I may have said, you can never be replaced.  Evar. 

We will always have Like a G6.  I miss you already.

Gain a friend.



Around late April or early May, I was reacquainted with someone I had met six months prior.  I met Janet in Las Vegas during our trip for Halloween.  Unfortunately, like most people, she had a bad first impression of me.  She started hanging out with Anjuli more and more which led her to our ragtag group of misfits.  Needless to say, she fit in just fine.

Due to the fortunate timing of the end of my semester and Janet's reintroduction to the group, we were all able to hang out for the majority of two weeks.  We took her to a bunch of places like Tomales Bay and anywhere else with alcohol.  It was a good two weeks...

We all started talking more and she eventually became one of my most messaged buddies on AIM.  We talk regularly during work hours and occasionally see each other at outings during the night.  My text messages (which includes Instant Messages) jumped from about 800 per month to over 8,000.  Unlimited text has suddently become a necessity.

During one of our conversations, I came up with an idea for my fourth tattoo.  While chatting online, I tend to overuse the phrase "hahaha".  The reason I throw it in so often is because it breaks the ice.  Sometimes I say it just to indicate that I received the message - sort of an acknowledgment.  This became an annoyance for her and she requested that I stop overusing it.  I decided to avoid using it completely when chatting with her and our conversation seemed to lose a lot of emotion - to me at least.  Everything felt dry and mundane.  Eventually I felt like a robot with no emotions.  I told her how I felt, followed by a message:  "Iamarobot".  However, she saw it as"lamarobot", as in "LAMAROBOT".  She asked me later what a lamarobot was and it has been a running joke since. 

I can tell that we are gonna be friends.

(By the way the tattoo idea is "lamarobot" on the inside of my forearm with a tiny robot at the end)

Lose yourself.



I have been doing some uncharacteristic things as of late... Without getting into specifics, I acted poorly and regret my actions.  While I cannot change the past, I hope to improve the future. 

This year has been difficult.  Things are changing and I am finding it harder to keep up.  I made a plan in the past few days that should help put me on the right path. With some luck, I should be able to find some minute nugget of happiness and perhaps even a sense of self worth.

Until then, I can always turn to alcohol and drugs. 

-Spiladnuht

Take it to the max

Epic song.  Makes me feel like I should do something dramatic.  If I were to create a soundtrack to my life (new project?!), this song would be somewhere in the mix.  This guy's actual name?  Alexander Max Band.  Seriously.  The only thing that would make his name any cooler is if Max was short for Maximus or Maximillion.  His name is second only to my ex-landlord: Vince Stryker.  Effin' great album.  If you think you recognize his voice, it's probably because you do.  He's the former lead vocalist of The Calling.  If you forgot who they were, they sang Wherever you will go.  If you liked that song, here's another one.

In BUS210, I'm learning about organizational culture.  The topics that I have gone through include organizational behavior, organizational culture, creativity, and leadership to name a few.  After learning more about how an organization works, I look at my job from an entirely different perspective now.  It makes me want to shoot myself in the face everyday.  More than before.  I just don't want to be there anymore.  This week I probably worked a total of two to three hours in four days.

Our entire group consists of about 50 members, but only about 15 or so are actual full time employees.  Everyone else, including me, is a contractor.  Company policy decided about a year ago to prohibit any parties or extra curricular for non-employees.  Yesterday, the employees had a paid day off.  They all had lunch in San Francisco and then went to the Asian Art museum while the contractors were left behind in the office to slave away.  It's definitely created a rift between employees and contractors.  Our boss doesn't like it but he's tied down by the system.  Morale is at an all time low.  All the perks that we saw before (company lunches for end of release, retirement, etc.) are exclusive to employees only.  The contractors are just as important as the employees and more than half of them have worked as contractors for over five years.  Revolt!

So this is my car situation as of now.  Last weekend I went to test drive the 2dr Golf TDI (I stalled six times in a row, embarrassing I know...)  and had to walk away from the dealership empty handed.  Their opening offer was $33,000.  RIDICULOUS! I countered with $5.  Not really but I talked it down to $26,250 out the door with 0% APR after almost an hour and a half.  They wouldn't go lower so I walked.  After learning about how expensive it would be, I called up Bui to see what kind of deal he could get me.  After calling people he offered me same price.  I decided to give up on purchasing the Golf.

After that happened, I went back to my first choice.  The Audi A4.  And even better, the 2011 is out.  The difference between the two is $8,000.  I have been going back and forth between the two cars and whether or not to finance or just to lease.  I wanted to lease the A4 but after thinking about it a lot, I might just lease a cheaper car since I won't keep it anyways.  It'll keep my monthly payments super low and I could save up for a purchase at the end of the lease.  Hopefully I could find a car I can lease for around $200 a month.  At this point, I don't really care what that car is but it would be nice if I could get an estimate on how much a lease is on the Golf is since it's in my top two picks.  I know this car will go through a lot of abuse in the next two years.  I won't have time to properly maintain it.  Probably will look up a lease price at work tomorrow.  Any suggestions?

Until next time,

Short sentences that use all letters of the alphabet (called pangrams and great for beginning typists):

1. The quick brown fox jumps over a lazy dog (33 characters)
2. Pack my box with five dozen liquor jugs (32 characters)
3. Quick, jab my fading pink zit, evil sex whore! (35 characters)

-Alex Thunderlips

Let's get musical.

Reading Chad's post about goals made me think a lot about how I've been spending my time lately.  I haven't been able to come up with any new goal that I haven't already failed at multiple times (exercising regularly, cleaning my room, getting my scooter, etc.).  But coming out of the shower just now, I thought of some very compelling lyrics to a song I would like to write.  The only thing is, I don't know how to play a musical instrument.  So, for the next two weeks, I plan to pick up my guitar again and try to write my song.  To make my goal easier and more realistic, I've set the bar at 15 minutes of practice everyday.  Yes, I know.  This will probably end up on my list of failed accomplishments but it's nice to dream. 

I do my best thinking in the shower.  It's the only place I can go and really just forget about everything else.  That, and just sitting in my room singing loudly to throwbacks like this:



This song is somewhere on my "Top 5 Rock Songs of All time" along with:



Have fun rocking out to some of my favorite jams of all time.

Until next time,

A fetus that is four months old will become startled and turn away if a light is flashed on a mother's stomach. 

-Alex Thunderlips

Away but not gone

I've been close to obsessed with this band lately.  Listen to it.  You won't be sorry.  It does start a little slow though.  Their sound is just so wonderfully refreshing and different.  The combination of instruments is so unusual but somehow manage to produce major eargasms. 

Back to basics.  I had a dream last night that was definitely brought on by the happenings of hours before I went to bed.  I was back at Roe, where I had been that night, and instead of celebrating Aline's birthday, everyone was celebrating mine.  Standing in front of me at the bar, I see a woman with beautiful curves.  Her blonde hair was soaked for some reason like she had just gotten out of the shower.  The DJ stopped the music and she turned around and it was... wait for it... Beyonce!  With a mic in her hand, she started singing a very beautiful rendition of Happy Birthday.  After the song we left Roe for a late-night bite via limo.  The next thing I remember is finishing eating and heading back home in a helicopter.  I guess I ride in style in my dreams.

As mentioned above, last night's dream was probably due to the things that happened earlier when I actually went to Roe to celebrate Aline's birthday followed by a late-night meal in Chinatown.  I must admit, the beginning of the night was a bit lackluster but by the end of the night, I was glad to be there.

The highlight was definitely sharing a meal (not literally) with seven other people, three of whom were inebriated.  Kevin was slurring and acting a fool.  When the waitress asked what we would like to drink, he said "Oh!  I know what I need right now.  Do you have Gatorade?  I'll have the red kind."  The waitress had no idea what he was talking about and Jimmy was just rolling.  After we ordered drinks Jimmy put his face down on his menu and someone made an inappropriate comment that made him choke and spit all over his menu.  Gary was also trying his best to speak Cantonese which eventually led to an interesting translation of Rude Boy by Rihanna.  Another girl, Diana, was being belligerent and yelling at Kevin for not eating his food.  She was complaining about how he had ordered food but was not eating any of it, but when I looked over at her side, there was no plate in front of her.  I asked her why she was yelling at Kevin for not eating when she didn't even have a plate in front of her and she just smiled innocently.  I can't remember a time when I had that much fun being sober watching drunk people.

I woke up this morning with a moderately sized bruise on my right knee.  It may be the stupidest self-inflicted injury of the year (so far.  I'm sure there will be more).  After watching two hours of Ninja Warrior on G4, I had an itch to Spider Climb my hallway.  What does that mean?  It means this.



I did not anticipate how slippery the walls in my hallway would be and I fell almost immediately when I jumped up.  My knee ran right into the wall.  It was ridiculous.   Damn you Ninja Warrior. 

I've also been working on my playoff beard.  It's a work in progress.  The Sharks have been playing very well but are at the short end of the series.  They stand behind the Avalanche 1-2.  I have a feeling the sharks will wear them down soon and victories are inevitable.  C'mon Sharks!  I'm not growing this beard for nothing!

I guess that'll do for now.  You'll just have to live with what I give you.

Until next time,

OMGWTFBBQ?!

-Alex Thunderlips

Losing my marbles.

Today was my official first day working in San Leandro.  While I am about to bitch and moan about the East Bay life, I must first admit for some reason the place feels very home-y.  For no reason at all, it was just comfortable to be there.

My schedule hasn't been set in stone per se but I have a general idea of when I need to get things done.  The commute wasn't as bad as I thought but still took about an hour and fifteen minutes from door to door.  Hopefully it won't ever take longer than that.  I was surprised at how little people were on the 31AX at 7:20.  The last time I took the 31AX it was shoulder to shoulder, wall to wall full of passengers.  Today there were only six people standing in the entire bus. 

When I got to work, I did the usual routine of booting up my PC and checking my email in Outlook.  Then I tried to log into meebo and yahoo mail.  Denied.  The new website security the building has is ridiculously strict.  Most of the yahoo main articles are blocked due to content deemed inappropriate for the workplace.  That includes external email, instant messaging, forums, social networking, and many other filters.  This means no yahoo mail, no meebo, no slickdeals, no blogpsot, no Facebook (which I've never used at work), no nothing!  I began to complain to my coworkers that all the good stuff on the internet is being blocked and everyone had their own complaints.  My cubicle is about half the size of my old one but it's still big enough that I don't feel claustrophobic.

It took me less than an hour and a half to unpack while most people still haven't unpacked half of their belongings.  Breakfast was provided by vendors and there were donuts, muffins, and coffee.  I almost drank the bottle of half and half since they put it in a carafe without a label.  I wanted milk.  I had no assignments and nothing to do so I began to read the binder of information provided by the building.  I went through all the security protocols and such (which I will be talking more about tomorrow).  I eventually got to the most useful page in the binder.  Local restaurants!  The page listed close to 30 places to get food within five miles.  About half was fast food like KFC, Wendy's, Mcdonald's, etc. but the other half was local places.  I had nothing to do so I yelped all of the restaurants (not the fast food ones).  There actually is a lot of places I would like to try on that list.  I have until December. 

Then I found out lunch was provided as well.  Unfortunately the food was bland and was not worth getting seconds.  It was catered Chinese food from some restaurant.  Nothing tasted good and it would have been a better idea to order Panda Express over that place next time.  I couldn't even TASTE the pandas in this food.  Not finger-ling-ling good at all. 

Eventually I volunteered to do some work so I spent two and a half hours creating a spreadsheet of all available ATMs.  I figured since I was the only one doing actual work today, my manager might not be too upset if I take off early.  I finished my spreadsheet at 4:30 and asked for the rest of the day off since I couldn't complete any assignment before leaving at five.  I also told her that I took a shorter lunch so I should be able to leave anyways since I already put in my eight hours.  She was fine with it and I began packing my things.

The only reason I wanted to leave early was to catch the tail end of the Sharks game.  The game started at four which means it would end around 6:30.  If I catch the Bart and bus fast enough I could easily catch the end of it.  When I get to the platform of the Bart station, the train was just arriving.  "Great timing!  I'm off to a good start," I thought.

When I get off the Bart it takes me a few seconds to realize where the bus stop was and in a very uncharacteristic move, the bus skips my stop.  It was not even close to being a full bus.  So I decide to try a new route.  I knew the 21 ran somewhere along Fulton at some point and I didn't see a bus for the next three blocks or so.  I decided to give it a shot.  Never again!  The 21 moves so effin' slow it was ridiculous.  I could've just taken the 38L which was right behind it. 

When I get to 8th Ave or so, I realize I had left my house keys at work.  There's no way I'm going all the way back to get them.  I have no way of getting into my house now and in a panic I start calling people before thinking it through.  I called Andy and Anjuli hoping someone would pick up so I'd have somewhere to go.  After I called, I remembered my aunt has a set of my house keys.  I tend to panic and act irrationally when things go awry.  When I called her she was still on the Bart at Embarcadero.  So I decide to kill time by going to the ATM and Gordo's.  Time well spent I must say.

By the time I got into my house, the game was over and I was only able to catch the post-game live report.  Looks like I missed out on a bunch of stuff because I left work in a rush.  Fail. 

I need a longboard.  Fast.  I don't like to walk. 

-Alex Thunderlips

Knock, knock. Who's there? Failure.

beillin: knock knock
pee23: who's ther!
beillin: owls say
pee23: owls say what?
pee23: woot woot!
beillin: oh my god

Later on...

pee23: can i try again?!?!?!
pee23: here how bout we switch roles
pee23: knock knock
beillin: no
beillin: the moment is over
pee23: ((and..for the record, i KNOW how knock knock jokes go..i was too focused on figure out the joke..hahaha)
pee23: NOOOO PLEASE?!
pee23: knock knock!!
pee23: KNOCK KNOCK!
pee23: alex: who's there?
pee23: v: owl
pee23: alex: owl who?
pee23: v: owl love you forevers!!!
pee23: alex: awwwww i loves you too!

Why is it so hard to do knock, knock jokes online?!

Until next time,

Learn how to respond to knock, knock jokes!

-Alex Thunnderlips

Broken raptop = less online time.

Super caked on, super shopped, or maybe both but still beautiful. Because I have time, this will be a long read.  Make sure you have relieved your bladder and bowels before reading on.  Grab your favorite drink and snack and enjoy.

So, as of yesterday, my laptop caught the 700m pandemic going around.  The back light is loose or blew out leaving the monitor another desolate screen that once displayed beautiful vibrant images of the young lady pictured above.  I've been reading up on forums and this is quite common amongst 700m owners.  This happened to my brother almost exactly a week ago and somehow my laptop caught the disease.  Since the screws on the bottom panel have been frayed and stripped to being almost unscrewable (<


This weekend I decided to be a hermit and stay in.  Not much is going on anyways.  That I know of.  Plenty of activities that I can do indoors anyways.

This week, I received many packages from various online purchases made on the week of Black Friday and Cyber Monday.  Got my two portable hard drives from Dell a few days ago, my Tekken 6 Fightstick bundles, and my copy of Fearless: Platinum edition.  I spent much of the morning backing up all my files from my laptop and then putting all my music on the new hard drive.  Still en route are my other two external hard drives that I plan on returning, four books from Borders, and my clothes from Urban Outfitters.  Since receiving the fight sticks, I've been catching up on my SF2HD.  Purchase of the game via Xbox Live was made possible by my sister and her 10 friends, Andy, Doug, and Calvin.  Thanks!  Next game purchase will be Ikaruga, which I'm 400 points away from buying.  After playing twice online, I have come to the conclusion that Xbox Live players are much more competitive and unforgiving than their Playstation network counterpart.  

To test out the game after I first downloaded it, I played one game online and destroyed my competition.  This was at 7:45 AM right before I started doing my business to get ready for work.  I shut off the system and went to work.  I came back to a message by the person I played saying "Run scrub run".  I replied "It was 7:45 AM in San Francisco.  I was testing the game before I left for work.  Some of us are actually employed."  No response back.  Then a few days ago I had some time and decided to give it another go online.  I played one on one with some random guy and lost 8-10 (ish) before quitting since dinner was ready.  Minutes later, I received a voice message from him saying "You know why I played you like an ass hole?  Because you were using Zangief.  Playing one on one.  How cheap can you get.  Fuck you suck at this game."  First off, SF2HD is a one on one game.  How else can you play it?  One vs. two?  Ridiculous.  Secondly, if the developers put certain moves in the game, they want you to use it.  It's the same reasoning they add cheats in video games.  Games go through rigorous testing to balance characters and certain characters naturally have different functions otherwise every character would be the same.  I was practicing my Zangief's crouching jab+jab to 360 with LP (Andy you know what I'm talking about).  Basically the combo at 1:48. 



Needless to say, I caught him enough times (almost twice a round) to make him angry.  Probably got two or three perfects too.  So far, that's two for two.  Two ass holes in two sessions of SF2HD.  If I hadn't flashed my Xbox, I would have definitely reported this guy.  I do not want to cause trouble for myself.  Oh, the limitations resulting from illegal mods...

At work yesterday, our group held it's annual end-of-the-year party.  I spent the first two hours of work zoning out and napping while waiting for the company lunch.  The admin came around at 11 and asked me to go with her to pick up the food (our lunch was catered).  I said yes hoping to get to know her better since she was the youngest person in our group.  She's probably around 28.  The next youngest person is probably in their early 40s.  It's an old bunch.  After we picked up around ten trays of food, I called the team from the car to come help bring the food in.  I asked one of my coworkers to bring four or five other people to help unload the food.  After handing out all the trays to them, I realized there was nothing left for me to carry.  One of my coworkers, H a r s h i t (yes, his name is H a r s h i t and I realize it's one letter away from being Hardshit and I'm spacing out the name to avoid google searches), joked around saying that I called all of them to do all the lifting.  During the lunch, our boss, Jimmy, made gave a speech and thanked the admin for organizing the event and ordering the food and then thanked me for "being the muscle."  Harshit immediately pointed at me and smiled knowing that I didn't carry any of the trays.  I interrupted Jimmy and told him that other people helped.  Harshit busted me out saying, "Yea, Alex called all of us to carry all the food!"  Jimmy then congratulated me on my upper management skills in pawning off all the work on other people.  I guess I am management material after all.  This became a running joke throughout the party which I thought was pretty hilarious. 

Okay.  Here comes the inevitable rant of the entry.  After the lunch, the group has a traditional white elephant gift exchange.  The rules are, the gift must be a minimum of $25 and cannot be a recycled gift from the years before.  THAT'S IT!  The rules of the game in this case, was a gift can be stolen up to three times before being locked up.  The gift I bought was a large dream dictionary and Snuggie, which I personally think is a decent gift.  I drew number 20 of 50 (there were 33 people).  First pick by first person, 7" digital photo frame.  Obviously from the boss, Jimmy, and guaranteed to be stolen.  Here's why.  All the other gifts were lame beyond compare.  But before I get to the horrible list of gifts, let me first share with you the sequence of events involving myself since this is my blog.  Now this is where the game takes a horrible turn.  There was nothing I wanted to steal (you'll see why) when it was my turn, so I chose a gift from the pile.  I picked one that was relatively large with a nice heft to it.  Inside was an inflatable twin mattress (with pump).  This was definitely one of the better gifts, but I thought no one would want to steal it.  I was wrong.  A few turns later H  a r s h i t stole it from me and I decided to pick another from the pile.  At this point, after watching several picks, I came to the conclusion that anything that was horribly wrapped came from a male gifter and was almost certainly something tech-y.  I picked the third to the ugliest one because of the shape of the box.  Inside was a very good gift compared to the rest.  A clock radio with side speakers and a dock for Ipods. 

 

Something like that but not as nice of a model.  Definitely will get stolen.  A few turns pass and Serena, another coworker, steals my gift.  This was fairly upsetting because we were getting down to the wire on unopened gifts and I did not see anything worth stealing.  I took another gamble and picked another poorly wrapped gift.  This is what I got stuck with:

What...the...fuck...  Seriously?  A fucking DTV converter box?  A gift that was probably free from a government rebate?  At this point the entire room started laughing because they knew I picked gift that was almost certainly unwanted by everyone in the group.  This group of people have no fucking respect for the people who actually play the game with decency.  Now, for the list of the worst gifts:

• A T-shirt.  Obviously NOT worth $25
• A small twist-chopper thing and a bowl
• A pen set
• USED billiard balls.  Obviously repackaged poorly with loads of tape.  The cue ball had scuff marks on it.  Who would give this as a gift at white elephant?  What percent of people actually own a personal table and can use this?!
• Cheap wine that was clearly for the budget-conscious
• A teddy bear with candy.  There's always seems to be one jackass who does this (no offense to Dillon or David whoever brought that stuffed animal last time)
• A fucking step ladder.  A STEP LADDER!!! WHAT KIND OF PEOPLE DO THAT!? The best part about this gift was the wrapping.  Black garbage back.  With a step ladder in it.  Of course it was the last gift picked
• A tea kettle.  A fucking tea kettle.  And not just any tea kettle.  A tea kettle that clearly was a few years old.  The box was faded and scuffed up horribly and looked like someone bought it at Ross.  Don't get me wrong.  I love Ross.  But this clearly was the worst gift and there is no way it could have been worth more than $10.  The person who picked this had it stolen from Jimmy.  Every year, Jimmy bails out the person with the crappiest gift when it's his turn to pick.  That way the person with the crapiest gift (at the time) gets another choice.  Jimmy was sixth to draw meaning that the people who picked the crappier gifts could not be bailed out.  Like me.
  
• And of course the DTV converter box

Why?  Why do people do these things?  No respect for the game or their coworkers.  Some people at least have the decency to play the game with honor.  Highlights of "good" gifts:

• 7" digital photo frame
• 8GB flash drive (two people gifted them.  One Sandisk and one generic brand which any tech-y can tell you is not $25 but at least people want these)
• Safeway giftcard
• Clock with Ipod/dock
• Set of four great looking tumblers
• An emergency road-side kit.  Probably one of the most useful gifts.  Included jumper cables, gloves, flares, other tools, an orange cone, and other miscellaneous items.  

Jesus fucking Christ.  At least if I'm there next year I know I can get away with bringing crap gifts like a DTV converter box.  My god...  Work people are ridiculous.   If I had written this yesterday, you can bet that I would have used more profanities but I have cooled down a bit since then.  Worst white elephant in the history of white elephants.  While the gifts obviously sucked, it was pretty funny to see people making fun of everyone else for their poor gifts.  Overall, it was a fun experience even though I walked away with one of the worst gifts of all time.  People were even joking that the reason why someone gifted it was because they lost their rebate form and such.  I was a little sad that everyone didn't really like the gift that I brought either.  My manager actually picked my gift and tried desperately to give it away.  My gift ended up being stolen once and traded at the end of the game so at least a few people liked it.  There was actually another gifter who bought a Snuggie and combined it with a pair of Slipper Genies

To clean your floors while you walk around the house.  At the end of the game, I told Serena that my friend just got a pool table recently and that if she didn't want the billiard balls that she picked then I would be happy to take them.  She said that she didn't want to just give it away and didn't want to trade me for my DTV converter which is completely understandable.  But then another coworker said, "Just give it to Alex.  You have no reason to keep it."  She replied, "Oh, it's ok.  I'll just throw it around or something."  Bitch.  Huge bitch.  Let me tell you some of the things she's done.  My coworker Gary set up a slide show presentation of his trip to Europe with his girlfriend.  One of the pictures showed them in front of a very expensive store.  I forget if it was Gucci, Prada, or something like that but when that picture came up Serena blurted out "Oh that store is expensive.  You guys probably didn't buy anything from there cause you can't afford it huh?"  Everything she says is me, me, me.  "Oh look at what I've done.  I'm better than you at everything.  Everything I do is great and everything you do is wrong.  I'm right.  And everything that's yours is cheap stuff."  Clearly not true.  Before I moved my mattress back from San Jose, I was telling her that I had some back problems because of my mattress.  Her immediate response was "Oh you probably have a cheap mattress.  I have a very expensive mattress and it's very good."  Bitch I've been using the same mattress since I grew out of a crib.  What a fucking bitch.  And another time she was walking around holding a CD and asked me "Can I use your T-shirt to wipe off the gunk on the CD?" Uhh... No.  "Why are you being so stingy? Just let me wipe it with your shirt."  Ok.  One.  My mama bought me this shirt and it was one of my favorite shirts and I'm not letting some bitch use it to wipe shit off a CD.  Two.  Just because it's a T-shirt doesn't mean it's cheap.  It was an expensive T-shirt.  Three.  You have a fucking shirt.  Use yours.  "But my shirt is expensive and it's not made of cotton."  Shut up.  I dress the way I dress because it's comfortable and I don't have to try and impress you fuckbags at work who mean less than nothing to me.  Want to fire me for the way I dress? Fine with me.  What a fucking bitch.  Learn some manners.  How are you married? -End rant.

This week I moved my Xbox up to my room which finally allowed me to plug my USB somewhere and catch up on my shows.  I am up to date with HIMYM, BBT, Community, 30 Rock, and finally got a chance to watch the episode of SNL where Taylor Swift was hosting.  Next up is Modern Family, FlashForward,  White Collar.  I have all of Heroes for this season but will probably delete them before I watch it.  I quit Heroes.  Community is one of the funniest new shows on television.  It will definitely be renewed for at least another season and hopefully longer.  On the other end of the spectrum, Monk aired it's final episode of the series last night.  I'm about six or seven episodes behind and have not yet downloaded any episodes.  From what I've been hearing, the ending is going to be awesome.  I will definitely miss this show.  Upcoming shows to look forward to include 24 and Chuck.

Sharks played the Calgary Flames at the Tank tonight but couldn't come out with a win.  The Flames' goalie was phenomenal and made save after save.  McLaren had another fight but took a beating.  I like the way this kid plays.  Sticks up for his team mates and does not take crap from anyone.  I think in the last three games, he was in a fight in each game.  But rather than bore you with statistics that you don't care about, I would like to share an interesting tidbit I heard while watching the last game.  There is a contest of sorts to come up with the best nickname for the first line of the Sharks.  Currently, San Jose's top line is Patrick Marleau, or Patty, Joe Thornton, or Jumbo, and Danny Heatley, or Heater.  The first name that the announcer's said was "Team Canada".  A nickname they said was too generic and overused.  Second nickname was "The Great White" (because they're Sharks duh).   This was kind of interesting.  But the third was definitely the best.  Someone suggested their line be called "The Burger" line.  A Jumbo, Heated Patty.  Genius.  Next game will be at home against the L.A. Kings.  A game that I have tickets to.  Should be a great game considering they are not only division rivals, but it's also a battle of California. 

Big thanks to Gary who gave me his remaining Magic cards.  Haven't had the chance to go through everything but it's a good amount of cards.  From what I have gone through, I didn't see anything of value to my main deck.  Still very nice of him to give me his cards.  Wiltron get ready. 

That's all for now.

Until next time,

Beware of the Red Cyclone.

-Alex Thunderlips

I'm a bitter man.

 

What a fucking slow start to the "holiday" weekend.  Got in trouble at work for losing some cards (which I found out 20 minutes ago that I had taken home on accident) and left work early frustrated and upset.  Boss set a deadline for my project and I might not be able to finish my work.  Going back into work Friday morning on my regular schedule to try and complete my task.  Got a free lunch at Buca.  I still don't see why people like that place.  I wouldn't eat there again if it was free.  Maggiano's is still my go-to place for Italian.  Came home to watch the Sharks game which I thought was going to be a really exciting game.  Lost 7-2 and let Chicago score three consecutive short handed goals and another four straight until Danny Boyle answered back with a goal with about five minutes left in the third.  What a fucking joke.  And it was a home game.  The first loss in regulation of the season.  Hopefully something will change my mood because today was not a good day at all.

Until next time,

Fucking Chicago...

-Alex Thunderlips

Grammar fail all day.

alexbeillin: went to presidiot
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alexbeillin: DAMNIT!
alexbeillin: i'm too used to typing idiot

alexbeillin: just like my junk texts i send to you
alexbeillin: ^^ grammar
alexbeillin: -1

alexbeillin: your impossible
alexbeillin: damnit
alexbeillin: grammar
alexbeillin: -2
alexbeillin: you're impossible

-Alex Thunderlips