Monday, May 28, 2007

I wouldn't usually want to have any other job, but at times, people really make stupid decisions, and now I'm missed. The new accountant doesn't seem to like counting. I was asked today... well, let me re-phrase: I was FORCED today to take my lunch break. But I don't need it. I don't want one. I like being able to work for 8 hours straight, then leave and eat at home. But no. The little accounting lady is getting confused over who's taking lunch time and who isn't. So, in order to ease her "hard" work (I mean, counting), I'm FORCED to take 30 minutes off my day to eat, while I only need 15 minutes to eat a quick snack in order my full 8 hours. That leaves me with 30 minutes sitting on my ass, doing nothing. Over the entire summer, it means approximately 50 hours wasted doing absolutely nothing. Those hours, I will never get them back.

When you think about it, my not taking any lunch time doesn't make it harder on the accountant. She has one less column to account for. I'm actually saving her time.

I will be pissed for a while. I'll bitch and moan for a while. I'll protest in clever ways. I'm gonna torture that poor little accountant. I could perhaps spend all these 50 hours tormenting her.

Saturday, May 26, 2007

By the way, I have a pool.

I just came in from a swim. Yep, my pool is clear and relatively warm enough to be enjoyable. It's nice. I feel good and fresh, now.

I'm so relaxed now. I think I'm gonna take a nap.

I know, I'm not saying much so far in this post. But for those who have to cope with the summer heat without any relief, it's my pleasure to remind you that I have a pool, and you don't.

I have a pool.

Wednesday, May 23, 2007

Best of November 2006

I had nothing better to do. I have no life.

My unwillingness to make choices is in a way zen-like, whatever happens happens, but in general, it's just so unmotivating.

I'm a weirdly layered guy. I'm consciously cynical and subconsciously naive. I'm a romantic in denial.

I'm thirty years old, but I read at the thirty-four-year-old level. - Dana Carvey

The winner gets a lollipop.The lollipop, as usual, will be red. (Read the small script... hilarious)

I'm talking about my blog during the month of october. It was all drug, sex and rock'n roll, but without drug... there was no sex either... and some would argue there was no rock'n roll either. Well, it was good anyway.

Read this one. Fun.
Hmm... read the other ones too. Not just this one.

Spread the happiness!

I've been known to be overly excited in the presence of an overly excited dog

At least, I'll look awesomely cool with my new cooler than cool camera. Considering that I'm already the coolest human being in this room, I can't imagine how revered I will be.

"The Canadian way" is that in which we can see the true superiority of Canada, over all other nation, because we're so great that we are able to have others do the things we're too lazy to do ourselves, like war or economy.

Later she asked: "If you need anything, my name is Jill."

Wow, it's the first time I meet someone with a conditional name.

Hard work never killed anybody, but why take a chance?
- Edgar Bergen
2-in-1 is a bullshit term, because 1 is not big enough to hold 2. That's why 2 was created.
- Mitch Hedberg

Why bring children into this world? The obvious answer seems to be "because it's an excuse for having sex".

Monday, May 21, 2007

Best of October 2006

However, in an open system, there can be an influx of energy into the system capable of reinvigorating the structure -- in full accord with the Second Law of Thermodynamics. Energy input can decrease entropy, and can simultaneously increase order.

That's this ability to hypothesize that separates us from the wonders of the universe. Intelligent life IS the greatest wonder of the universe. An intelligent form of life like us WITH imagination IS the greatest wonder of the universe. Just imagine a race of ultra-advanced aliens with no sense of humor...

There's a reason why I don't want to be clear. That reason remains unclear... how paradoxical! I'll have to quote that one later (yes, as I proved in the past, I'm egocentric enough to quote myself).

"There's a reason why I don't want to be clear. That reason remains unclear... how paradoxical!"


Q. You quibble, Dr. Seldon. Can the overall history of the human race be changed?
A. Yes.
Q. Easily?
A. No. With great difficulty.

"If I did have a tumor, I'd name it Marla."

As much as I love hyperdimensional physics, I love my hyperdimensional relationships. My despair is the superstring I'm strangling myself with.

It's either day or night (dawn is so inappropriately ignored).

But honestly, am I not spectacular in my disappointing kind of way?
(great post, kind of)

This morning I asked my Magic 8-ball if this was going to be a good day, and it said "Most likely".

I hate october 12ths.

This is your life, and it's ending one minute at a time.

My last two hugs received were by the same person, and almost two years apart. How sad is that?

Give a man too much time to think and he will think too much.
Up to this point, nothing has ever led me to believe I am not, in fact, the greatest guy in the world.

I don't believe in fate, in any god or in horoscopes, but I do take Magic 8-balls really seriously.

I don't even care about myself or what happens to me. Why would the entire universe, through a magic 8-ball, care about me enough to change the laws of probability in my favor?

Can anyone prove, without a doubt, that I'm not the greatest guy in the world?

There's something extremely rewarding in making a pretty girl laugh, you know.

My favorite memory, my near-perfect memory. That near-perfect moment. That near-perfect reaction. All of that, because of an imperfect book, which still remains my greatest accomplishment, the greatest object I've ever held. My holy grail.

I accept donations. Contribute to the Frank Fund today! Frank, the man who puts the fun into "funds". By the way, Frank is me.

I found a letter a girl sent me, last year, I think. I just realized that that girl was disturbingly in love with me.

A copy of a copy of a copy of any other day. It didn't even get to that surreal point where you start wondering if you hadn't already lived that day and it's just repeating itself over and over again. It was just a nothing-happened-and-I-don't-care day.

Sunday, May 20, 2007

Do you realize that in the future, the "Best of" of May 2007 will look like this:

Best of August 2006 + link
Best of September 2006 + link
Do you realize that in the future, the "Best of" of May 2007 will look like this
Best of October 2006 + link


Best of September 2006

Yes, I'm an uncle. Sounds weird, when I think about it. I barely have one toe in the door of life, and I'm uncle to 3 years old twins.

"The non-cosmological tale of a supermassive asshole" and a few quotes

You end up falling in love with the first imperfect reflection of the illusion of yourself that you wear as a mask.

I'm expecting people to impress me in some regard. Where has my fascination with small details gone?

The only limits to what I can do are my own prejudices and fears.

23 years old immature man with social deficiencies looking for hot female astrophysician, preferably still alive and fertile for long walks and hardcore undefined activities.

"One could argue that even a successful marriage technically is a dead-end relationship."

Best of August 2006... Yes, I'm revisitting.

Making sense is overrated.

My favorite quote of all time

Laws of physic break down past the horizon of a blackhole. Knowledge ceases to matter. Matter ceases to make sense.

Quotes of the day (that day being August 16th):

Being the greatest guy in the world might not be enough, but I like the way Little Franks think, and especially how Little Prime Minister Frank thinks.

The expression "quality time" is laughable. The quality of my time is so crappy that I couldn't get anything in return should I try to sell it. Aren't there governmental regulatory commissions preventing time from getting that awful.

Everybody knows I'm entirely made of qualities, stitched together with carelessness and apathy. Yes, the seams are very apparent.

Le vol du si├Ęcle. (still makes me laugh)

I will go through september at some point. Look forward for october, though. That has to be my best month ever.
Why do I always make a step forward only to make two steps back?

I went to europe, wrote a whole lot, met people, had a good time, came back with good intentions and renewed attitude... and now... nothing. I'm just the same old idiot. I deliberately stay by myself, going as far as rejecting offers from others. Seeking loneliness, up to an extent. I justify my laziness and unwillingness to do good things by saying that with my job, I get tired and unmotivated. The truth is, I'm just a lazy bastard who can only blame himself for his own inability to enjoy life.

But I'm planning. I'm thinking about buying a car and go on a roadtrip across the US, move to Kelowna, British Columbia (Canada, people, Canada!) and stay there for a while. I already have a job there, waiting. I will have to deal with life, there. Deal with people. Break this cycle.

But what if I just grow the same old habits back? What if I end up justifying my laziness again, perhaps in order to "rightfully" complain about life and people? It's like granting myself the right to hate and despise.

I'm afraid I might one day consider my life a huge disappointment.