Tuesday, March 11, 2014

Missing time (and a bad joke)

     Ok, seriously?  It's like I can't get enough sleep.  I slept so much yesterday that I forgot to update.  I'm sorry.

     So here's a quickie for Monday.

     A drunk walks into a bar, he's already three sheets to the wind so the bartender tells him to get out.  He leaves, walks around the block, and back into the same bar.  "get the hell outta here!" so he leaves.  He walks around the block again and back into the same bar.  "Buddy, if I see you again I'm going to deck you!"  The drunk turns to leave but says over his shoulder:

     I'll go, but man, there's no friendly bars in this town!

     *BA-DUM--TISH!*

Sunday, March 9, 2014

Introductions Are In Order

     LIGHTS UP ON CLOSED RED VELVET CURTAIN.  DRUMROLL     

     Announcer: It's Niiiiine o-clock here, live on the web, and this is your SUNDAY UPDATE!

     LIFT CURTAIN, REVEAL LOGO, DRUMROLL TRANSITIONS INTO OPENING MUSIC

     ANNOUNCER: Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to Tonight's episode of The Sunday Update!  Brought to you by [INSERT SPONSOR NAME HERE]!

     LOGO RISES OFF SCREEN ON FLY, ZOOM CAMERA 1 TOWARDS DESK, LIGHTS UP ON DESK

     ANNOUNCER: Starring: [ZOOM TO MAGICPOKEY, IN SUIT BEHIND DESK] Pokey Smith! [WHIP PAN TO MAGICPOKEY, PAINTING A'LA BOB ROSS] Pokey M. Smith! [WHIP PAN TO MAGICPOKEY, IN FULL SUPERHERO REGALIA, CAPE BLOWING IN WIND] Pokey "Mild Mannered" Smith [WHIP PAN TO MAGICPOKEY IN DRAG, POSING LIKE MARYLYN MONROE, SKIRT BLOWING UP] Pokette Smythe, and introducing: [DRUMROLL BEGINS, STAR WIPE TO MAGICPOKEY, SITTING AT COMPUTER IN BEDROOM] Magicpokey! [DRUMROLL ENDS ON CRECENDO, MUSIC CONTINUES]

     ANNOUNCER: So, without further ado, ladies and gentlefolks, HEEEERE'S POKEY!

     WHIP PAN TO MAGICPOKEY, PRATFALLING ONTO STAGE INTO ROLL TO FEET, BEING TOSSED A MICROPHONE, CUE MONOLOGUE 

     MAGICPOKEY: Thank you!  Thank you! ......

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Set for life!

     So.  Wow...

     Missed it by THAT much...

     This is the make-up post for Saturday.  And let me say, I'm sorry for letting the ball falter this weekend.

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     Quickie make-up post, today lovelies!

     So.  Wanna be set for life?  Here is my plan to be set for absolute life.

     What you will need:  $2,500,004.75 and some self restraint.*

     Step 1: Go out and get yourself a shot of decent rum.  You're going to need to bolster your self control.  (Cost: $4.75)

     Step 2: Take $1,500,000 and deposit it in a series of CD accounts that mature annually at 5%.  (Cost: $1,500,000)

     Step 3: Shop around for a decent college or military neighborhood and buy five houses in the $50,000-$65,000 range.  (Cost: $250,000-$325,000)

     Step 4: You should be down to somewhere between $750,000 and $675,000.  Spend $20,000 on each house fixing it up and getting it presentable.  (Cost: $100,000)

     Step 5: While getting the houses fixed up, make friends with the following: A contractor, an electrician, and a plumber.  (Cost: Friendship is Free, but you should have somewhere just north of $500,000 left over.)

     Step 6: Buy a nice house.  Somewhere in the $100,000-$125,000 range.  And get it fixed up really nice.  (Cost: $150,000)

     Step 7: ? ? ?

     Step 8: Profit!

     So, here's how this will set you for life.  Put the five smaller houses up for rent at $50/month LESS than similar houses in your area, this will ensure you will almost always have a tenant.  Since the houses are paid for, you get to keep the rent money as pure income.  Also, the plumber, contractor, amd electrician you made friends with will cut you a deal on maintaining the houses because you are going to be giving them so much business.  Now YOU get to live in the bigger house, with (Plus or Minus) $500,000 to blow however you want.

     But!  How will some rent money set you for life?  Sounds risky, right?  Well.  Here's the secret.  Being a landlord is only your hobby!  Remember Step 1?  Yeah, those CD's you invested in will give you $75,000 a year forever.  Do YOU make more than $75,000 a year?  Didn't think so.

     So.  Have fun!  Until tomorrow** lovelies!

     *(how you get the money is up to you, I don't know...  Rob a bank*** or something.)

     **(By 'Tomorrow' I, of course, mean later today.)

     ***(I do not condone robbing a bank, it was a joke, etcetera etcetera disclaimer stuff etcetera.)


Saturday, March 8, 2014

ZzzzzzzzZZzzzzzz

     It's Friday night and I've been up all day playing Diablo 3 with my buddy Jeremy.  Good times.  But what I'm really looking forward to is tomorrow morning.  You see, Saturday is usually the one day a week when I can sleep in.  I have to get up very early on weekdays because my wife works at 6:30am and my daughters school bus arrives at 7:05.  So I'm up by six every morning.

     Before this, I was a night person.

     It kinda sucks.

     So, I usually sleep in on Saturday mornings.  It's kinda my "me-time" and I cherish it.  But for the last several weeks, due to one thing or another, I haven't been able to take advantage of my Saturday morning, and I've noticed myself getting more and more tired and burned out each day.

     That all changes tomorrow.  Tomorrow is the first Saturday in a LONG time that we don't have something to do.  And I can sleep in.  I took full advantage of that by staying up really late with my buddy Jeremy and playing video games.  It was glorious!

     So, lovelies, I will see you tomorrow.  But not first thing.  I plan on sleeping until at least Eleven, come hell or high water!

     Seriously, if you feel the need to wake me up before 10:00am you had better have a DAMN good reason.  Nothing short of a world-shaking event or actual coughing up of internal organs is going to drag me from my slumbers.

     So (and I say this with GREAT anticipation) goodnight, lovelies.  Until tomorrow!

Thursday, March 6, 2014

How to be a hoodlum (for suburban rich kids) - Part 1 - The Enprankening

     Awesome, safe prank idea.  Feel free to use this one at the office or school when you need a personal day but your criminally small amount of PTO has been used up.*

     Step One: Get three miniature pigs.  You know, the special ones that are the size of terriers.  I mean, piglets would work, as would almost any other uncommon animal like roosters or monkeys, but miniature pigs (complete with diapers) would be funniest.  But all three animals must be the same or similar.  For the rest of this, Ima call them pigs.

     Step Two: Get some nontoxic paint in a bright color that contrasts well with the fur/skin/hide of your animals.  Nontoxic because we don't want to hurt the wee li'l bairns, now do we?

     Step Three: Paint the pigs with the numbers 1, 2, and 4.

     Step Four: Release the little buggers inside the building at night before the day of the prank.  Don't get caught, and make sure they have food to eat.

     The next day whoever opens the building will find the three pigs and the havoc they caused.  Chaos will ensue, but the prank isnt over yet.  The true master stroke of enjoyment will be watching them search for pig number 3 all day, getting more and more worried.

     Enjoy!  Until tomorrow, lovelies.

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     *(obviously there are risks involved and I take no responsibility if you manage to get in trouble for this.  The preceding was an artistic work of fiction and should not have been taken as an actual suggestion.  Remember, keep all pranking safe and lighthearted.  Wheatons Law** is, most definately, in effect here.)

     **(Wheatons Law - "Don't be a dick." - First coined in a weekly video from the Canadian sketch comedy troupe, Loading Ready Run, in the mid 2000s, and popularized during the Desert Bus for Hope marathon.  Wheatons Law is now primarily used in conjunction with chat rooms for online streaming such as Twitch.tv.)

Nonsense

     Oh crap!  Sunrise in like thirty seconds!

     Busy day.  Umm...

     School is good, moped is fine, cold air is cold, and...

     Er...

     Antidisestablishmentarianism.

     Goodnight everybody!

Tuesday, March 4, 2014

Quickies!

     Nothing big happened today, so here goes with an update about a bunch of little things.  I reserve the right to make a full update about any of these in the future, but here's a snapshot of where I am right now.  I'm calling this:

     Quickies!

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     Cold moped driving is cold.  I drove to school today, spent an hour in the visitor center getting my pass sorted out to get on the Air Force base where my school is located, and did it all on my moped.  After an ice storm.  In sub-freezing temperatures.  I was wearing two coats and a sweater and I was still chilled to the bone.  Also?  Turns out class was cancelled today and I didn't get the message until after I was at the building.

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     I finally caught up on Breaking Bad.  Overall, I REALLY enjoyed the series.  Though I do wish there had been some more closure on some of the characters.  Like Jesse or Saul Goodman.

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     Been playing some more Diablo III.  The new "Loot 2.0" patch feels more like a complete overhaul than a patch, but that's par for the course for the Diablo franchise.  And so far, I'm having a blast.  I took a new character from level 1 to level 40 in a day and found no less than six legendary items.  The new loot system seems to be working and you can call me tentatively approving of the change.

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     'Let it go' won an Oscar.  Good.  The song is fantastic and means a lot more than you probably realize.  Seriously, go on YouTube and listen to the song with your eyes closed.  Imagine a teenage girl who is coming out of the closet as a lesbian.  As Bob 'Moviebob' Chipman was the first to opine, 'Let it go' basically reads "Not only am I finally out of the closet, I'm FABULOUS!"

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     Twitch Plays Pokemon completed Pokemon Red, and has moved onto Crystal.  Praise Helix!

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     Archer Vice, which I thought would lose me when they revamped the show, is turning out to be just as funny and awesome as it has always been.  Changing up the formula a bit injected some much needed freshness into the series without changing so much that it lost its' identity.  Good stuff.

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     Why hasn't Doctor Who started back up yet?

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     Pokemon anime is on netflix now.  Sort of.  It only has season 1 and season 14.  Kind of a big gap in the series timeline, there, doncha think?  Also, when did Ash forget all his experience as a Pokemon trainer?  Oh!  And when did Jesse and James (of team Rocket) become semi-competent?

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     Would it be a feux-pas to get a pizza from Little Ceasars, take it to my local Krispy Kreme, and eat it there so I can use the wifi?  What if I bought some doughnuts and a drink?

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     Welp, there you have it.  The first Quickies update to this daily challenge.  Hope you enjoyed!  Until tomorrow, lovelies!

Monday, March 3, 2014

Would I like some cheese with that whine?

     Hey, everybody.  I'm not doing too great rit now so I won't be long on here.  I start school tomorrow.  And I have everything set up to drive my new moped to school and back.  It's kind of a hassle, since I'm attending school on the local Air Force base, so there's all these regulations I have to follow.

     But.  It's all set up and I'm good to go.

     Except that today, since about noon and still going, it has been absolutely PISSING ice and freezing rain.  So I get to drive an open air, slow, windshieldless moped to school for my first day of class.  Fifteen miles.  On ice.  In gusting winds and freezing rain.

     Yaay.

     But, I guess that's just par for the course for me these days.  I mean, it seems like, for the last few years...  Hell, the last decade more like...  For the last long while, it seems like I've been taking two steps forward only to stagger back a step when life punches me in the goddamn jaw.

     Seriously.  It's like nothing good can happen to me without a big helping of shit on the side.

     No.  I'm not bitter.  Why do you ask?

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     Ok, I'm cutting myself off here.  Nobody reads this blog to hear me whining about my life.  And when it comes down to it I'm doing fine.  I've got a roof over my head, electricity, water, and food.  I even live close enough to my mom that we can split the Internet bill (via some decent wireless routers). There are a bunch of people doing far worse than me.  And, when you think about it, my real problems aren't really that bad.

     So, don't cry for me, lovelies.  I'm not really that depressed.  Just kinda frustrated.

     Goodnight everybody!

Sunday, March 2, 2014

Assholery

     So, this was brought to my attention today on twitter and my disgust is only rivaled by my incandescent rage.  Here's the story:

     There's this guy, a semi-popular webcomic artist, who released a book.  The profits of this book were such that he was able to pay off his student loans.  Sounds pretty good so far, right?  I mean, mild success, responsible financial decisions, good on this guy.

     So he kept drawing webcomics.  Eventually he wanted to publish another book.  So he turned to Kickstarter for the funding.  He asked for $8,000.  He got $56,000.  Still all good, right?  Good on this guy.

     Here's where things get sour.

     Sometime between the successful funding of his Kickstarter campaign and today, this guy LOST HIS FUCKING MIND!

     You see, there were some delays with the book.  Some things cost a bit more than expected and some things took longer than expected.  This guy got some emails, some allegedly harsh questions from people who had paid him for the book (which they had not received).  So he responded.

     Today he released a video.  Showing over a hundred of his new books, the ones earmarked for Kickstarter backers, the ones that had ALREADY BEEN PAID FOR, burning in a big pile.  He posted a (VERY) long winded update to his Kickstarter page.  I'm not going to repost it here, it's seriously longer than anything I've written for this blog so far.  

     And it reads like the poorly xeroxed paranoid manifesto of the crazy bum on the street corner who's always mumbling about "the fed'll getcha, markmywords!" and smells of cat pee.  I'm serious, this whole thing reads like the barely coherent ramblings of a mentally disturbed person.

     The gist of his update is this.  He wants to opt out of Capitalism.  He apparently now thinks of money as "a bad joke we only use to hurt each other" and yes, that is a direct quote.  He says he will burn another copy of his book for every tweet, email, Facebook, or other message asking where the book is, because he is not sending any more out.  He also isn't issuing any refunds.  He actually suggests that if a backer (whom, I will remind you, has ALREADY PAID for the book) wants a copy he or she should try to contact someone who already got theirs and take it from them.

     As if this wasn't bad enough.  He also spends a long time rambling about how he wants to meet someone (or someones) who think money is a joke (like he does), and therefore would they please pay for all of his living expenses while expecting nothing in return?  This guy is crazy, to be sure, but on top of the crazy he is just a colossal entitled fucking asshole.

     You see, I kind of get where he is coming from.  Wanting to opt out of a fiat-currency based economy would be an interesting experiment.  But not like this.  Here's my problem:

     This guy made promises.  He made promises about a book that he would produce for people if only these people would give him some of their money (which he conveniently didn't think of as a joke when he was asking for it).  People did give him their money.  Over a thousand people in fact.  And he got north of Fifty grand for this book.

     He OWES those people a product.  They paid for a product.  He agreed to supply a product in return for money, they supplied the money, now he must supply the product.  Or, barring that, a refund.  But he's not.  He's just going to burn the product, literally wasting it in a giant 'Fuck You' to anyone who cared enough to support him.  And he spends a long while plainly insulting people for daring to ask him about the product he promised to deliver.

     You want to go moneyless and try to live outside of the economy, that's fine.  But you don't get to accept Fifty Thousand Dollars, then claim to be broke and not supply the thing people paid for.  Or worse, actually destroy the very thing they paid for in front of them, just because you decided you wanted out.  It is an almost unfathomably awful thing to do, and this guy is literally just the worst kind of person.

     Ok, I started this trying not to mention his name.  Because I firmly believe he doesn't need any more publicity.  But I have something to say and damn it, I'm going to say it.

     Disclaimer:  This is not a threat.  This is an opinion.  I am not advocating anything, just engaging in a fantasy.  Only a fool would take the following as a suggestion or good advice.  With hat out of the way:

     FUCK YOU, John Campbell.  You are an entitled, idiotic, crazy fucking WASTE OF LIFE and the ABSOLUTE worst kind of asshole.  I'm not a violent man.  But I sincerely think that you deserve for someone to get a good run up and launch a field goal kick directly into your crotch.  I hope you get taken for everything you will ever have in a court of law.  I hope you spend the rest of your sad, pathetic, lonely life behind bars.  I don't want you to die.  I want you to regret the fact that you were ever born.

     I do not know you, and I will probably never meet you, but know that I loathe you and everything you are trying to do.  Fuck you!

     *ahem*

     Sorry.  I guess I got a bit worked up over that one.

     So, I'm going to bed.  I hear Twitch Plays Pokemon has started Generation 2, so Ima watch that to restore my shaken faith in humanity.

     Until tomorrow lovelies.

      

Saturday, March 1, 2014

Father Knows Beats

     Quick one today, lovelies.

     Script idea:

     Horror/Drama, main character is a Priest in a big city, a low man on the totem pole in the church hierarchy.  Father Armstrong (working name).

     Armstrong is e priest who takes confession on most days.  The local mafia has connections to the church leadership.  The Don considers himself a devout catholic and all the 'enforcers' for the don are required to attend confession weekly.

     Father Armstrong listens to the most dispicable stuff: murder, rape, torture, just the worst, and when he tries to assign penance or encourage the mobsters to lighten up or, god forbid, turn himself in; the mobsters just laugh at him.

     The stress of having to listen to this stuff eventually gets to him and he snaps.  Father A. starts murdering mobsters.

      - (Action scenes, not in order) - 

     Hands punch through the screen in a confessional, and strangle a mobster with rosary beads.

     Nail gun used to nail someone to a wall in a 'crucifix' pose.

     Mobster beaten to death with cane in an alley.

     Sniper rifle wrapped in rosary beads, firing from a dark rooftop while Father A. recites scripture.

     Car bombs and other explosions set to a musical montage.

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     I don't know, I think it might work, but I don't have the time or wherewithal to actually produce it myself.  If anybody reads this and wants to use these ideas I expect a screenplay credit and at least 25% of the gross profits from the ensuing masterpiece.

     Also, I'm available to actually turn this INTO a screenplay, for the right price.

     Oh.  And I have the absolute best title.  I'm calling it:

     Sins of The Father

     I know, right!?

     Tomorrow, lovelies!