Rants about ridiculous things. Raves about amazing stuff. Random crap about life.

Writer’s block can suck my boring ass

You may have noticed that I haven’t written in awhile. For that I am truly sorry. I’ve tried starting posts on occasion, but when I reread the sentences I put together, I realize they are pure garbage and not suitable for publication. Then I delete them, try again, and fail again. On top of that, the thoughts in my head have been as interesting as anything flavored with vanilla: acceptable, suitable at any time, but completely lacking excitement. My antidepressant medication must be working exceptionally well these days.

I can no longer use my typical excuse of life as a student sucking away my time as a reason why I haven’t posted because I finally finished my bachelor’s degree on August 5. It’s so weird – after years of on-again, off-again status as a student and a grand total of three degrees altogether, I AM FUCKING DONE! It’s a cool feeling, and it brings forth a sense of relief. Something that felt like an endless, fruitless journey is finally complete.

Now life is about job searching so I can start paying off my damn student loans. I am currently employed part-time at a coffee shop, but ideally, I want another part-time job or a full-time job so the bank account doesn’t look as lonely as it does right now. It’s so much easier said than done, as I’ve found out – the economy still sucks, so competition is fierce, and finding a job that pays more than minimum wage in a small university town is nearly impossible if you aren’t a doctor, lawyer or professor. Very few jobs lie somewhere in the middle, which is (ideally) what I am looking for.

I am sick to death of filling out applications at every place I apply when all of my info is conveniently listed on my resume – but they want the app AND the resume. Rejection is a downer when it happens, and dammit, I really don’t enjoy job hunting. The entire process, from sending the app/resume/cover letter ensemble to the phone call revealing the employer’s decision, provokes a low-level but constant stream of anxiety in me because they can reject me for any reason and I will never know why unless they actually tell me (but most employers don’t). It’s a tough thing not to take personally at times, especially when I have had exceptionally good luck getting jobs until now.

I really wish my job at the cute little red java hut would give me more hours and/or pay enough to take care of the bills. I enjoy working there and it’s been fun playing in Barista World again. But, le sigh, the search continues thanks to the necessity of keeping the balance in our bank account above $0.

In the midst of this long streak of writer’s block, I have started a couple of new projects online – you know, because I don’t have enough going already. :) Check them out:

365 until 30 – This is a photoblog I started on my 29th birthday. I am taking an image every day and posting it as a way of chronicling the last year of my twenties. Not only do I hope I end up with a cool collection of images by the time I turn 30, but I also hope I will have refined my photography technique somewhat.

T.P. For Your Bunghole – Beavis and Butt-Head is back, bitches. Mike Judge is reviving the show with 30 new episodes set for release sometime next year. Sadly, the Beavis and Butt-Head forums I found on the Intarwebs hadn’t been active since 1997. I took this tragedy into my own hands and created a brand-new forum for our favorite dumbasses. Posting is slow at the moment, so if you are a fan, please register and join in. I would love to see the place rockin’ by the time the new episodes come out.

And…yeah. That’s been my life lately. Thanks for reading.

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Two slow-paced sports that slow my metabolic rate just by thinking about watching them

Baseball

That’s right, I’m kicking this off in style and picking on “America’s pastime.”  Back in the early half of the 1900s, this was an exciting game — I mean, consider what else people did for fun back then. People played card games like bridge. They gathered around the radio and did nothing else but to the programming. And on a beautiful day, bird watching was such a joy. Life moved much more slowly than today.

Now we have instantaneous communication via the Internet; cell phones that enable communication wherever we go (as long as a cell tower is nearby); and HDTV that broadcasts in such detail, we cringe a little when we see exactly where the needle injected botox into Madonna’s face.

Such a fast-paced world is wildly incompatible with the snails’ pace of baseball. Sure, seeing a game live is still kind of fun, but watching it on that HDTV is such a bore. What a waste of advanced technology. What use is it when we can see where the stitching is fucked up on the pitcher’s jersey but we have to wait forever and a day for some real action? The players look like a bunch of helpless, beached whales out there.

Baseball is like a game of chess, only the pieces are players strategically making their way across the field. You don’t see televised chess very often, and there’s a damn good reason: it’s boring as fuck. So is baseball.

Golf

George Carlin put this best:

[Golf is] like watching flies fuck.

The only sport that moves slower than baseball is golf. And not only is is boring, it’s damn stupid. Once again, Georgie says this best. Skip to about halfway.

I can’t fucking wait for hockey season.


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Hey, speaking of t-shirts…

Remember this shirt? I won one courtesy of Tommunisms‘ 100th post celebration. Yay! I love free stuff! Thanks, Tom!

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T-Shirt Tuesday: Support animal shelters!

funny pictures of cats with captions

These two cuties bring up an important aspect of pet adoption: whenever possible, shelters love the chance at keeping bonded pairs together. It’s hard finding someone who’s willing to take two animals home at once, but it’s 100x better for their morale than being adopted separately. If you have it in your heart (and the space in your house), please consider taking home two furbabies that will forever thank you for keeping them together. In light of this PSA, I present two shirts from The Animal Rescue Site:

The Animal Rescue Site donates food and care to shelter animals across the U.S. Visitors click to donate and sponsors pay the tab. Buying from The Animal Rescue Site store donates even more food for animals in need, so it’s money well-spent.

Oh yeah, and…

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Cookie Monster is bulimic

Most eating disorder humor isn’t really funny, but this sure as hell is.

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It’s not a fucking petting zoo, morons!

Too bad the buffalo had the courtesy not to kill these idiots.

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Simple Recipe Sunday: Vegan Blueberry Lemon Muffins

I’ve made a few batches of these muffins and they never last much longer than a day or two in our house. For muffins, these are pretty nutritious, and they taste amazing!

Ingredients
2 cups unbleached all-purpose flour
1 1/2 tsp. baking soda
1/2 tsp. salt
Zest of two lemons or 2 Tbsp. lemon peel
3/4 to 1 cup granulated sugar
1 cup nondairy milk
1/3 cup canola oil
1 tsp. lemon extract
1 Tbsp. white distilled vinegar
1 1/2 cups fresh or frozen blueberries

Preheat the oven to 400 degrees Farenheit (200 degrees C). Lightly grease your muffin tins.

In a medium-size bowl, combine the flour, baking soda, salt and lemon zest/lemon peel.

In a large bowl, combine the sugar, milk, oil, lemon extract, and vinegar. Mix well. Add the flour mixture, stirring until the ingredients are just blended. Gently fold in the berries using a rubber spatula.

Fill greased or nonstick muffin tins about two-thirds full. Bake until the muffins are lightly browned and a wooden skewer inserted into the center comes out clean, about 20 minutes.

While the muffins are baking, lick the bowl clean. No eggs means no salmonella!

Remove from the oven and let sit for 5 minutes. Remove the muffins from the tins and cool on a wire rack.

Yield: 12 muffins

(Recipe from The Joy of Vegan Baking by Colleen Patrick-Gourdreau)

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T-Shirt Tuesday: Suck it, Trebek!

This one’s fresh from NerdyShirts, and a must-have if you watched SNL in the ’90s.

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Harry Potter and the Dildo of Fire

My husband gives me brilliant ideas all the time, but this one was just begging to come alive. Warning: NSFW! Continue Reading..

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Stop wasting time on meaningless “news”

As you are probably aware, the hot topic that crashed Twitter this week was the speculation and eventual announcement of where LeBron James was going to play. I’ll admit that I don’t follow basketball, but I do know who LeBron James is and I know that he’s one of the greatest talents playing in the NBA. Nevertheless, I am confused as to why this guy not only had to have a press conference announcing where he was headed, but announced that he would be having his press conference several days beforehand. Really, dude? You can’t just sign with a new team and announce it afterward like everyone else? Let’s not turn this into a meaningless drama circus, okay?

Oh, wait. You already did. And the media loved every minute of it.

I absolutely hate it when the top story on American news feeds is about a famous person who isn’t really making news. LeBron James’ wherabouts are just the latest example. Others include Lindsay Lohan’s lack of resistance to drugs and alcohol; the latest contraption Lady Gaga wore to a Hollywood event; the endless speculation on whether Brett Favre will play another season in the NFL and if so, where, for the last three years; anything at all about the Kardashinans; the latest on Jon and Kate; and the queen of non-news, Paris Hilton. Anybody else remember her short-lived stint in jail? Why do we even know about that?? She’s rich thanks to the family she’s in, yes, but what has she done that’s noteworthy? She’s not using her well-known last name to promote charity work or some other good cause that would make her a strong role model to the girls that look up to her. She made a sex tape, and that is the only reason why we know anything about her. Had it not gone viral on the Internet, we in the masses wouldn’t give a shit about who she is.

If Lindsay Lohan weren’t an actress, she’d be just another woman struggling with addiction, like millions of others in this country. I hope she receives the help she needs, just as I wish for anyone in her situation.

Lady Gaga dresses up in weird clothing to cover up the fact that she has no musical talent. Marilyn Manson did a similar thing in the ’90s, following the “shock jock” style of Alice Cooper and KISS in the ’70s – only some of Manson’s music is actually good, unlike Gaga’s.

If Jon and Kate wouldn’t have had a litter of kids all at once, they’d be just another average American family. I understand why they have their own show on TLC; people are curious about how the Gosselins manage their super-sized family when most parents feel worn out just by their own, much smaller, family. It’s not the TV show that bothers me – it’s the gossip magazines that follow their every move. I’m sorry, but I don’t need a week-by-week update on how Kate is doing – and I definitely don’t need to see her on Dancing with the Stars. Give me a fucking break.

Brett Favre is a football player. Yes, he’s an NFL football player, but he’s still a football player. He’s one of many guys on a team and they all bust their butts to win games. That’s what they do for a living. However, even in the NFL, the majority of the players are virtual nobodys to the crowd. When one of these guys signs with a different team, ESPN might note the change on the ticker at the bottom of the screen. Otherwise, no one’s speculating about where Joe Jackoff is thinking of playing now that he’s been released from his contract except Joe Jackoff and his family. No one will know about where Joe Jackoff will play next season until after he’s signed a deal. Even he might not know where his future lies until the deal’s done. He’ll just be happy he’s playing football for another season.

That’s how it is for the rest of us, too. The media doesn’t scramble in an analytic frenzy about whether Betty the Baker will send her resume to Chef Duff or start her own cake-making business. No one follows Farmer Fred’s day-to-day activities except for him. No one’s making a fuss about Wendy the Waitress working at Hooters because she earns more tips there than at Applebee’s. And believe it or not, there won’t be a press conference announcing Ann the Avon Lady’s record sales this quarter. Regardless of what we do in life, we go out there, do our jobs, and no one makes a big deal of it. And all things considered, that’s how it should be – for everyone. That includes overpaid athletes whose egos outweigh even their immense talent.

As for the rest of us, we’ve been lulled over the last few years into believing that this kind of “news” really is news because the networks say so. Let’s stop paying attention to this crap. Consider the following from Rob Sheridan when he wrote about Paris Hilton’s jailtime in 2007:

…it starts with us, as a society. As the people who consume this crap. It exists because we keep eating it up. We have to start by not giving one tenth of a shit what Paris Hilton has to say about anything – and even if you’re talking about how much she sucks or laughing at her, you’re still part of the problem, because you’re still keeping the discourse going. Hell, I’m part of the problem by even writing this blog entry, but I’m vowing, right now, that even to make a statement, I will never talk about Paris Hilton ever again. I will never read about her, write about her, or allow myself to be exposed to anything relating to her whatsoever, and I suggest you do the same. Since no one’s ready to start a revolution yet, we can at least take our own baby steps. Next time you see Paris on TV, change the channel. Next time you encounter a news article or a blog post about her, just move right along. When you inevitably see the Larry King interview featured on YouTube, resist the urge to click. Next time someone at the water cooler says “did you see what Paris Hilton did?” ask them if they know who their senators are. Don’t even lecture them, just change the subject. Don’t even talk about people talking about her too much. Don’t even talk about not talking about Paris Hilton. Let’s all, as a culture, just move on. But before you give your brain a Paris colonic, contact CNN and tell them that you’re never, ever going to watch their network again, because you’re tired of shallow entertainment masquerading as news. Tell them if their entire broadcast day was one tenth as insightful as one episode of The Daily Show‘s fake news broadcast – they’d have a good start. And while you’re at it, drop an e-mail to the editors of People Magazine and give them a nice list of all the good things a person could do for the world with $300,000 – $300,000 of course being the amount People agreed to pay for photos of Paris Hilton to accompany a print interview.

Think about it, people. Our country is dealing with two wars, an oil spill, an unstable economy, and a bunch of other fucked-up shit, and we’re filling our minds with empty, no-value “entertainment” news that has little or no consequence to just about everyone? That’s just sad. Downright sad.

Again, in the fine words of Rob Sheridan, “Can we please, as a culture, just move on?”

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